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 Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:12 pm
A Scientific Questioning A meeting between Lady Rosalie de Clare and Dr. Helminha Jannisari. To be followed by a meeting between the Dr. and Lady de Clare's Plague, Gabriel. The time is late afternoon at the end of one of Dr. Jannisari's lectures on Plagueology, although the meeting will move to the office of Dr. Jannisari.
Dr. Jannisari, a scientist seeking to better understand Plagues, wrangles a very awkward Lady de Clare into discussing her new Plague as well as her newly acquired role as a Grimm. Lots of embarrassing stuttering on the Lady's part ensues.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:14 pm
Rosalie internally heaved a sigh of relief as Dr. Jannisari's lecture wound down to its close. She respected the woman, and she was certainly intimidated enough to devote her full attention to her classes, but there was only so much information Rose could take in one day before finding herself overwhelmed. Although she was getting better at retaining her focus even during long days, she still had a ways to go, and it had already been an eventful morning before she even arrived at the university.
Gabriel had been in a foul mood when she woke up this morning. Although she kept him hidden on her person in a pouch on her belt when they were not inside her rooms or at the university, he had managed to find a way to look outside of it without being spotted. On her walks through Gadu to build a map of it inside her head, he had been exposed to much more than the privileged life they led inside the inn and the university—as had she, but that was besides the point in her mind—and it had apparently hit him hard. More than once in the short time since he'd been exposed to poverty, Rosalie had discovered coins missing from his pouch when she returned home. He had eventually confessed to tossing coins out onto the street when no one was looking, and she was now forced to wear everything but her smallest coins in a separate bag so that they could continue to feed themselves.
Now coin tossing was apparently not enough to make up for class disparity. When she'd left to attend her lectures, he had refused to come, instead opting to stare out the window at the people below as if he could suddenly glean a way to fix the problem. Rosalie rolled her eyes when she left, but now she was faced with returning to the inn to deal with a moody plague who she was still just beginning to understand.
Movement around her snapped her out of her accidental dwelling over Gabriel, and she belatedly realized the class was over. Cursing under her breath—and ignoring the surprised look from a male student next to her that happened to hear her colorful language—Rose stood and started gathering her things as quickly as possible. She hated being the last out of a room because it drew unwanted attention to her.
Unfortunately, even as she jostled with the other students to exit the room, she could tell she was going to be at the tail end of the stream of students, leaving her easily visible to Dr. Jannisari.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 5:52 pm
Distractedly, Dr. Jannisari tapped her papers against the podium. This lot had been bright, albeit a little quiet. She preferred her lectures to inspire new thoughts. But mentally she shrugged, at least there hadn't been any nonsensical questions this time. Afternoon lectures were always difficult; students staring past her sleepily, their lunches lying heavy in their stomachs, eyes blank with drowsy daydreams. She glanced at the students, now filing obediently out. A glint of dirty blond hair caught her attention.
Rosalie de Clare. The girl had always seemed awfully timid, but it wasn't her nature that drew Jannisari now. Trisica was the haven of scientists and no little change could truly go unnoticed. Rosalie de Clare's Plague had become an excito. Dr. Jannisari itched to see it, examine it. It would be another step on seeing how far their mimicry went. Tucking the papers under one arm, she strode to the door.
"De Clare." She stopped in front of the girl, last in the line to exit, of course. A young thing, Rosalie stood half a foot shorter than Jannisari. It would make it very easy to loom over the girl, if Jannisari was ever inclined. "Please come to my office." With that, she turned and walked out into the hallway, professorial robes swishing about her thin frame. Although it was worded badly, this was a request and Jannisari's step was light as she walked the hallway to her office, not looking to see if Rosalie actually followed or not.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:19 pm
Just as she was tucking her head and feeling like she might escape unnoticed, Rosalie's path to the doorway was suddenly interrupted as a human wall stepped directly in front of her. She managed to keep her surprise to a small noise and faltered footsteps, and she was relieved that she managed to stop herself without tripping over her own feet. Rose had an awful tendency of forgetting how to control her body when startled.
Unfortunately, her relief was short lived when she cast her eyes upwards and realized who had stopped her. Doctor Jannisari, the one person in the entire room with whom she had been trying to avoid conversations today. Even on a good day Rosalie was still struggling not to become a tongue-tied, mentally flailing, general mess of a human being who had no cause being in a a scientific institute whenever she had to speak with a professor. And today was not a good day.
Before she could fully process everything and try to remember her battle plan she had plotted out last night to handle talking to persons of authority (the working title had been Ways to Not Sound as Though a Rock Dropped on Your Head Fool, but Gabriel had insisted it was far too--
Doctor Jannisari had disappeared even as Rosalie thought back to last night. Gabriel was going to fall off his bloody window sill laughing when he heard of this. "Idiot girl,"she seethed at herself, while simultaneously stomping her foot in a most childish display of frustration that she would later be grateful no one had seen."Can you do nothing correctly on your own?". But as tempting as it was to continue standing here and flaying herself because it seemed far preferable to making even more of a fool of herself in front of a professor, Rose knew better than to risk disrespecting people of higher status than herself, and it was only that thought that made her force her feet to follow behind the Doctor to her office.
She arrived a minute later than the older woman and hesitantly stepped into the room. "You wished to see me, Doctor Jannisari?" she managed to say without entirely squeaking and with as much politeness as she had ever held in her small body. Rose shuffled her feet, praying silently to Panyma that this wasn't to be a lecture about her inattention today.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 11:31 am
Jannisari stood next to her desk, an odd kind of excitement surging within her. She had a beautiful opportunity in front of her, one she could not afford to squander. A new Grimm could perhaps provide insight into the growth process of Plagues beyond the accounts Jannisari had previously devoured, which had merely been glorified exclamations of surprise. Had no one managed to actually see this odd transformation at all? It was statistically improbable, if not impossible. It was with this aim in mind that Jannisari had requested the de Clare girl come along to her office.
Thinking on it, perhaps she should have made more of an effort to be pleasant. The girl had seemed as startled as a rabbit. In fact. Dr. Jannisari would not be surprised if she had simply run along to another lesson instead of coming here, to this slightly drafty office. It was what Jannisari might have done when she was younger. But how the years change people.... The thick door creaked woodenly open as the very subject of Jannisari's previous thoughts entered.
"Ah, Miss de Clare. Thank you for being prompt. Please, have a seat." She looked the diminuative girl over as she eased into her own seat behind the large desk. A frown passed across her harsh features, creasing the space between her brows. Rose's feet were shuffling nervously. "Girl, you need not be so stiff. This has nothing to do with your studies. You are quite adequate in that regard," She folded her hands on the desk, smoothing out her frown into something more genial.
"It has come to my attention that your Plague has recently grown to an excito, correct?" She could not hide the trace of anticipation that flavored her speech.
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