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Post by Podjroot on May 31, 2008 14:40:36 GMT -5
The odd young man examined the key he flipped over and over in his hand. On one side it said Junior and on the other, 211. They didn't have keys where he came from. They didn't have clothes, enclosed hallways, rooms, toilets, beds, windows, plates, humans, much of the new sights and sensations that greeted him on this day. He was a massah, a relatively wild species whose education comprised of survival, fighting, the clan's law, control, and balance. Well, he was good at fighting at least.
He was sent to this school, not because he was a progeny or expected to excel, but because of his temperament and "hobbies". Perhaps the clan hoped that some higher education and the company of various other powerful races would keep him in order? When they told him where he'd be heading, he broke out into fits of mad laughter that unsettled many that were present at the time. Even now, it was still unbearably humorous to think that anything but martial law and strength would keep him in line. Anyone here was invited to try, if they were strong enough.
When he found the door with the matching number, he went over the instructions on how to use it in his head. Put key in the small hole in the door knob, turn, and push door. Simple enough. It was harder than it sounded.
Turning the key to the left, he twisted the handle and gave the door a good push. It didn't budge. Maybe if he tried harder? Repeating all the steps, he then rammed his shoulder into the door, hoping it would budge. Nothing. His anger rose savagely as he ripped the key out and roared at the barricade in the foulest of massah curses. Taking an offensive stance, he pulled his right arm back and collected energy into it until his spirit's rune markings glowed a brilliant shade of blue, preparing to tare it, and perhaps parts of the wall, down.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 2, 2008 22:26:51 GMT -5
"What is going on here?"
The authoritative voice of one of the professors, Dr. Xadrian l'Eveque, echoed through the hall. He made his way down the corridor, his strides preceded by a rhythmic tapping.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The tapping was being made by a black cane with a silver cobra head, which he gripped with one gloved hand. His walking seemed fine, and didn't have a limp and he appeared strong, but one could conclude that the purpose for the cane was to compensate as much as possible for the white cloth that covered his eyes.
Dr. l'Eveque was a tall and broad-shouldered man, though not really more so than the average adult male. He had a very intimidating and cold presence, though, even more so than some of the teachers that were more powerful than he.
He stopped a few feet from Akrioc.
"Why aren't you in class?"
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 2, 2008 22:44:54 GMT -5
Akrioc stared wide eyed at the man in a sort of do-you-have-any-clue-what-you're-disrupting manner. Making careful calculations and sizing up the man in front of him, he decided that it probably was to his advantage to observe first, cause trouble later. He slowly withdrew his energies first, until the markings flickered out, then lowered his arm. The wooden barier in front of cave 211 is begging me to kill it, he thought to himself, but a more pleasant translation came out instead.
"I am having some difficulty with my device. I can't unlock the blockade so I can get into my...living box? I'd be in class by now if I wasn't struggling here." The tone of voice seemed sweet enough, but his expression gave away a great deal of frustration and seething fury.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 2, 2008 23:53:00 GMT -5
For a moment, the blind doctor said nothing.
He was a man in his prime -- early thirties, it seemed, though appearance wasn't anything to go on around here -- with soft, wavy auburn hair around the nape of his neck and face. He was handsome and well-featured, but he didn't seem the type to spend any time romancing the ladies.
Of course, he couldn't see what was going on or Akrioc's expressions, but it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. And his first speculation was not that Akrioc had made such a simple miscalculation as turning the key in the wrong direction, but more along the lines of the lock being broken or jammed.
Certain students did like to play with the locks.
"Let me see your key," he said, raising a gloved hand, palm up.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 3, 2008 13:37:14 GMT -5
Key. I should probably remember that word, the massah thought to himself as he held the object out as if to give it to him. It had taken some minor damage when he tore it out of the lock, scrapes and such, but it was probably wasn't enough to make it useless at opening the door. Then another idea crossed his mind, and his lips curled into a deceptive grin.
"Here you go, Sir. Thank you so very much for your help. All I wanted to do was get my stuff moved in and get to class on time, and now I'm tardy. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along." Placing the key as kindly in the man's hand as he could, Akrioc stepped back and made sure to give the man pleanty of room to work in front of him.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 3, 2008 14:14:10 GMT -5
Dr. l'Eveque felt the key in his gloved hand for a moment, making sure it was whole. It seemed find, and was the right shape for a dormitory key...
"I'll send a note to your teacher," he said, moving to the door. Despite his impairment, he didn't have any trouble operating and no grace or dignity was sacrificed, so the loss of such a major sense didn't seem like a recent occurance. "It'll be fine."
The key went in the hole just fine, and the lock clicked as it should. Frowning slightly to himself, Xadrian pushed the door opened.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 3, 2008 17:01:02 GMT -5
How the bloody hell, the youth thought as he watched the door swing that first inch open. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyways. He had been building energies in his arm again, the blue patterns flickering into a nearly solid cluster of light. With an impish smile and the flick of his wrist, a gush of energies peeled off like a burst of wind. They flung Xadrian into the door, forceing it nearly off its hinges, and everything inside the room began to rearrange that wasn't either too heavy or secured. After a few seconds, the energy dissipated, and everything that was in motion began to settle.
"Proffessor! Proffessor," Akrioc yelled with mock horror, a smile lighting his mischevious face. "My God, what a horrible trap," he yelled as he ran into the room, supposedly to help the teacher.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 4, 2008 14:14:19 GMT -5
It was about the time that Akrioc sent the professor flyng that Uri was walking down the halls. The male was dressed in pants today. Promising Drayden he would on the first day atleast. It felt weird to be dressed this way...
augh he hated dressing like a boy.
Running to the doorway Uri had a look of terror on his face seeng Xadrian laying there on the floor. Angry and perhaps even a bit paranoid he pushed past the new student and knelt down next to the doctor.
"Ma..Professor what happened!?" He asked.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 4, 2008 15:40:53 GMT -5
"Stay back, Uri," Xadrian breathed, his body having been thrown against the single desk in the room. He turned, swinging his cane out to keep the redhead at a distance.
"And you as well," he told Akrioc.
Luckily, Xadrian was in very good health and was far from fragile, so there was no serious repercussions from the attack. Some very sore body parts and what would quickly turn into a good bit of bruising, but nothing major.
"Go to class, both of you."
He'd have Asenath or Kayro search the room and hall while they were in class. Though Xadrian didn't feel like the attack had came from the room, it was a necessary precaution. The doctor straightened, adjusting his white work coat.
"Now."
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 4, 2008 23:20:15 GMT -5
Usually Akrioc didn't take well to orders, no matter what the circumstances, and he certainly didn't take well to being shoved about. When touched, even for that instant, his eyes narrowed dangerously until the pupil was nearly lost in the blood red tint of his iris. He snarled at the red head's back, quietly, so that the noise wasn't heard over the commotion the other two were making. If he were more familiar with the two of them, it probably would've gotten messy rather quickly, but having no prior experience with most of the races in the school, he decided not to push it.
As the order was given to leave, he paused for just that instant out of habit, then slowly turned to go. In his most convincingly mortified and sincere tone, he spoke with a bit of a tremor, "Professor, I hope you're not hurt. I'd feel just terrible and after you helped me with that lock, too." As he turned his back to the two and started to walk off at a leisurely pace to class, his lips curled into his trademark grin.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 5, 2008 0:20:50 GMT -5
Uri stood up and jumped back when Xadrian had started to swing the cane. It made him upset that he was even getting snapped at.
What did he do!?
Glaring he clenched his hands into a fist and stormed out of the room and down the hall.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 8, 2008 16:58:42 GMT -5
Xadrian sighed and shifted a little, testing the bruising of his sides. It was tender definitely, but nothing that couldn't be remedied easily enough. For some reason, the more honey-sweet and sugar sincerity a person spoke with, the less genuine he believed them to be. And Uri was upset with him, but even that didn't matter.
Annoyed, but thankful he didn't have class this period, the doctor headed out of the room and towards Sisao's office. Someone would need to check the room and the hall to see if the source of the attack could be determined, or if the threat remained.
Was it too much to ask for a peaceful start of the year for once?
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