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Post by Professor DeLucas on Mar 30, 2009 21:41:24 GMT -5
A blinding white light was the first thing that welcomed him into the realm of conciseness. His eyes closed upon reflex and he turned away from the insanely bright light. A flash of movement behind his eyelids caught his attention. He could see a blur of colors.
He opened his eyes once again. There wasn't much to see. A large beige curtain that surrounded the cot. The roof was gray stone. Not a usual choice of building since the turn of the 17th century. He struggled to sit up, a wave of nausea hit him and he fell back to the pillow. He sighed and closed his eyes again. He could see a little clearer. He was running on a rooftop. He could almost feel himself leap from rooftop to rooftop. The thud of his boots reverberated though out his mind. He then realized that he was undressed, not a self conscious thought, just a fact. It wouldn't be the first time he had woken in a dazed and naked state.
He must have drifted off. He opened his eyes and the room was dark. He smiled and relished the power to open his eye fully. He sat up again and was relieved when he found no resistance from his scrambled innards. He eased out of the bad and, after realizing that his clothes were no where in his immediate line of sight, he grabbed the sheet and wrapped himself toga-style.
He ripped out of the curtains, into an elongated room. Multiple beds outnumbered the closed ones ten to one. He paused mid-step towards the door. He recognized the nostalgic layout of the room. Why there were no doctors like in the modern day world. He was in one of the few places that kept his time alive. But where exactly is that?
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Mar 31, 2009 16:46:57 GMT -5
Small happy yelp echoed across the room. Closely fallowed by a cratch of a chair across the stone floor, and a light clank of heels across it as well. A low, long sigh, almost like a growl, fallowing after the source of the yelp and the clank of the heels.
The souce it self, was a young woman. Another teacher to be exact. Her multi colored hair, were let down, tied at the forehead with a silver twisted band how ever. Today, she was dressed in a dress that reselbled that of the Middle-Ages. It was a rather fancy red velvet gown, embroided with silver, and gold threads, tied at the waist with a thick brown leather belt, with silver and gold designs on it. To match it, she wore silver hoops, and lots of jewlery. The same exact qualities that gave her a rather unusial appearence, seemed to mess many people up, thinking that she was a student or some odd ghost.
"You're up! Finally! I thought, you were out for good!" The young proffesor anounced in a happy and obviously relieved voice. Being young, did have it's quorks though.. .such, as, behaiviour wise, many things were allowed to slide...
"The nurse asussured me, that you'd be alright.. but... ehhh.." She paused, looking him over, before an impish grin appeared on her face. "You look like crap." The young woman added after a small pause. "Ven, how do you even feel? From the looks of it, not too good...but... Then again, he did have one nasty... er...Fall I guess.... It was a fall right Mike?" The last question was directed toward the huge white tiger next to her.
The tiger nodded reluctantly, with a rather anoyed and frustraited expresion. In his opinion, this was no way to talk in her age, much less to a person who's just woken up... And ontop of that semi naked... Though, the woman seemed to miss that. IT was really a wonder how any one ever let her teach anything.... |
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Mar 31, 2009 17:25:41 GMT -5
Vensint looked over at her. He could say that she had lost her mind, that he was fine, that his ass wasn't broken but he wasn't sure is any of those things were or weren't true.
Thanks... Err... Miss. Vensint hid the fact that he didn't know what the fellow teacher's name was. It was starting to come back to him now. He was the Gym teacher at the Arcane School of Magic. He had almost laughed out loud when he felt the impulse to call her a wench and tell her to fetch him a mug of ale. His flashback to before civilized times had him feeling like the old wraith again. But the wraith was gone from him after he made peace within himself. That was at least 1000 years prior to where he stood. Where are my clothes? Not to mention my weapons. My sword gets lonely when I'm not wearing it on my hip at all times.
He let his mind wander for a second. When he had first come here from being a professional killer, he had walked into the cafeteria that first day... Everyone stopped eating and just stared at him. He was still a deadly sight, or so he would like to think. But he did what he was paid to. He taught children how to run and jump. He also taught a Non-Magic Self-Defense class. 'Some days you just don't have your wand, that's when you bash them in the face.' was the first thing he had said to his small class.
He took a step forward, nothing was broken. How he had managed to fall of the roof was still a mystery to him, he was usually good about landing on his feet or simply not falling.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Mar 31, 2009 18:46:12 GMT -5
The woman stared at him for a moment, before crossing her arms on her chest. The huge triangular sleeves making it appear as if she were wearing a red velvet robe instead of a dress....
Her loook was blank, slightly concerned, and a bit diappointed... if one may say so. She was one of the first people who walzed up to him, litteraly, and with a cheerfull smile welcomed him here. After that, she has often talked with him during breaks, and at times in the teacher's lounge... even if he wasn't much of an artistic type... Though, the class that he tought, she absolutely disliked. One could say, that gym was.... not her subject. Ever. After all, as one of the old saying go: If you can create, why distroy and run away? At least she thought it whent something like that... She could have been easily wrong.
The bengal tiger, came up behind her, and a few steps back, looking up lazily at the monkey. He could't remember the name off the top of his head, but, since the monkey and the man reminded him too much of POTC... he simply called the pair Jack and Barbossa... For which he recived a constant scolding on the woman's behalf.
"Nicci.... Nicci Brennan... from the Art Department... remember?" She sounded slightly hopefull. After all, the thought of a fellow coligue, reciving a concusion wasn't too pleasing. "As for your clothes... I'm really not sure, I can go and find out thought..." She paused, the impish smile rechurning back to her face. "As for your sword, I'm sure we can find a poor willing soul..." With that she winked at him, and lightly laughing began to stoll away.
The tiger sighed, shooting a glare after the woman. She had no sence of shame... or decency did she....? After all, it was not for nothing that he was the voice of reason, and she was... well... it's absence. It wouldn't have been that bad if she was flirting... but no... That is just how she was.. .Why? It was a mistery even to him.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Mar 31, 2009 20:48:08 GMT -5
Vensint smiled as she walked off. Nicci. How could he forget her? She was his opposite and yet he would go as far as to proclaim her as a friend. The ditsy art teacher never really knew that Vensint was not half bad at the arts. After all, how else could one pass the time during the Renaissance?
He regained his composure as she walked off. Her statement about his sword caught him off guard. Perhaps it was the fact he was half naked in a thin bed sheet and she was here... Late, alone save for the tiger. He stood quietly for a moment. A few thoughts crossed his mind. The art teacher was beautiful, and they were both single...
He shook his head clear of the thoughts that threatened his peaceful life. Semi-peaceful that is. A patter across the stone floor made Vensint look down. Riley pattered over to his leg and climbed up onto his shoulder. The spider monkey still had his miniature sword and pistols attached to his hip, much like Vensint usually does. But, as if to share pain, Riley had a small bandage wrapped around his head. Vensint smiled and scratched his guardian behind the ears.
After a few long, cold moments, Vensint sighed and followed Nicci. The sooner he was armed and not near nudity the better. He was far to uneasy about being without his armor or his weapons. Years of fight or die melded Vensint into a killer yes but also a slightly schizophrenic paranoid gym teacher. Oh, the irony... was all he muttered as he walked after her.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Mar 31, 2009 21:22:23 GMT -5
(LMAO, that would be really ironic if he did go though with his thoughts... *Falls over laughing*) (Oh, and Promice that there'll be more dialogue as this unfolds. After all, Nicci can be a chatterbox... ^_^) The huge white tiger lingered a moment or two before fallowing Nicci as well. After all, he was her guardian, and what use would it be to have him guarding Barbossa over here instead. And on the other hand, he just couldn't be too far from his charge, just like any other guardian.
Though, the tiger was massive, he seemed to be lighter then air, as he walked silengly acros the floor of the hall. His paws seemed to make heavy steps almost as if he was tired, or old. Ancient one may say... though, that is much not so if you look at the actuall age.
"You didn't have to fallow... She could have brought them back to you..." The tiger finally spoke, churning his head a little, so that his piercing blue eyes looked directly at Ven. "Besides. You need rest. Go back to bed." The tiger's smooth voice ordered the guy, before disappearing behind the door, knowing that it was useless, fallowing the woman.
Nicci, on the other hand, was unaware. Curently slightly distracted by the swaying of the gown, as she tried to figure out exactly how people survived in them...Concidering that triping up the stairs was a breaze in this outfit. She got to the nurse's office, and with a brief knock walked in. After a few minutes of a discussion, she came out carrying his clothes, neatly folded, and his wapons on top... though the sword she did attach to her belt in stead. Somehow, she picked up a hobby or a tendency of stealing some of Ven' things. Small, such as a note book, or something, maybe, an item of clothing, if she got cold... but, she usially aimed for his sword. True, she never stole anything in truth.. but, it's just too much fun to mess around with him like that.
"Now, onto finding Ven...Right Mike?" She smiled, glancing down at the Tiger, who simply nodded with a rather grim expression.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 1, 2009 18:55:11 GMT -5
Vensint sat on the bed and watched Riley chased a rat around the stone floor of the Infirmary. Eventually Riley got frustrated enough to pull out his mini-pistol and shoot it. Vensint smiled and scratched his hair. Riley had spent far too much time with Vensint and it showed. They were alike in every way except that Vensint was the human and Riley was the monkey guardian.
He looked up when he heard the familiar clink of his sword against it's scabbard. He tried not to smile. He had little doubt Nicci was attempting to steal his sword... Again. It was always something. Luckily she had yet to find his drawing pad. He was pleased that she didn't know he could create masterpieces. Practice was all he did for at least eight years before he let himself be known to the outside word.
He let the smile fall from his face and tried to not let his blank expression betray his thoughts.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 1, 2009 19:35:00 GMT -5
Nicci walked freelyl into the wing the clank of her heels anouncing her arrival, fallowed by a loud greeting..
"I"M BACK!" Nicci cheered, as she walked over to her friend, and dumping the clothes on his lap, spinned away before he could take the sword back from her. With a slight smile, she stopped some distance away from him, and atempted to pull the sword free. As always she tried to free it of it's scabord in one fluent motion... And though she was getting better, it still wwasn't too close.
"Wonder how people actually fought with them... "Nicci mumbled trying a few swings at some imaginary opponent before pausing. Her eyes slid over to him, as she ran her fingers along side the blade. "At least the blade is not lonelyl any more...." She laughed sliightly, winking at him a bit, before she attempted a few more throw at the invisible opponent. ."You know...One of these days, I'll need to teach you art....It's a good thing to express yourself.... ndn I'm sure you'll like some artists... Renasaince I'd say, perhaps...." Her statement sounded more like an execution sttaement, then a woderinig thought. |
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 1, 2009 19:50:44 GMT -5
Vensint stood and slid behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and slithered his arms around hers. He grabbed the backs of her hands and swung lightly. Let me teach you the art of the sword and I'll let you teach me art. He whispered into her ear.
He twisted his hands quickly around her, both loosening her grasp on the intricately carved black ivory hilt and causing the blade to fall to the stone floor. It's steel blade quivered as the point was buried firmly into the ground. Even after all the years Vensint had the sword, its edge was still sharp enough to sink into the stone without any pressure other than the weight of the sword itself.
He walked from behind her and pulled the sword up out of the rock. He stood in front of her for a moment twirling the sword around his hand. Nicci? Would you mind? I have to get dressed now... He shot Riley a wink and reached for his pants.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 1, 2009 20:09:45 GMT -5
Nicci, giggled, concidering his suggestion, and found it rather appealing.. After all, whom wouldn't want to to be tought, by a miterious man... While still being able to get revenge, by teaching him the most mellow thing that tere is..?
Though, her little pleasant thoughts, and minor blush upon her cheeks, were cut reather short as he twisted her arms behind her... Rubbing, her wrists, she shot him a subtile glare.
"Oh, yea...Just like that... Ruin the whole moment...I was rather enjoying the company of your arms...." Nicci rolled her eyes a bit, her words fallowed by gestures before she broke out laughing. Finding the nearest chair to her, Nicci, leaned slightly on the back as she calmed her self down.
Glancing over him, her impish smile rechurned, as she winked slightlty at the monkey as well.
"OH, please... it's not like you've got much to hide..." She paused after that for a moment, raising her hadns as if in surender. "Sorry.... That was mean.... I knoww.... "Nicci smimled as she churend around. "I'll even cover my eyes... Because I'm such a good girl." She anounced, as she infact did cover her eyes.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 1, 2009 22:02:08 GMT -5
Vensint tightened the belt around his waist. After informing Nicci that he did not, in fact, believe she was a good girl, he had swiftly gotten dressed. His seventy pound breast plate was still nowhere to be found. He sighed and though back. He had left it in his room because he didn't want the weight slowing him down from his job last night.
He looked back at Nicci, cape in place of the toga. Can I have my scabbard back please? He walked to her and placed a tender hand on her head. Or should I take it? It's up to you, Nicci. I can do this the easy way or the fun way. But no matter which one you pick I'm still going to have to punish you for taking my sword. I warned you last time didn't I? He smiled and winked at her. Hopefully she knew Vensint wouldn't harm her. She was too... Unique for him to do that. Individuality was one of the main things to keep you alive if you knew Vensint DeLucas.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 2, 2009 15:55:00 GMT -5
His coment about the kind of girl she was, made her laugh, and unable to with hold hereslf from it, mentioned the fact that he should know all about it. And though she was constantly scolded about that by her guardian, it kept somehow slipping from her mind. As Mike, nicely put it, her head is full of hot air, so any reason gets burned alive there from the empty heat. One could say that he recived a brain washing after that statement...
She smiled a bit, when churning around she found him fully dressed. As much as she could hope to see him naked, or in just a sheet, it would be rather akward if someone just happened to walk in on this senario...Her mischivious smile rechurning to her face, as she leaned her head against his hand, before spining away just out of his reach, breakig the mometary, softness.
Making sure, that she was beyond his reach, she moved her hips a little, looking down at the scabord, before pulling on a rather inoccent look... Though, if any one cared to coment on it's senserity, they would have to mention that her eyes compleately ruined the obviously played inocence around her.
"Now, now... you.. might have mentionend something close to it.." She sighed dramaticaly, looking up and away, theatricaly contributing to her act "Alas, I do belive it slipped my mind. I guess, when you mentionned it, my thoughts were focused on something else... " She paused , with her face still churned up, her eyes how ever sliding over to him. "Probably, too charmed by you to care what it was that you were saying..."
The bengal tiger, let out a long, low growl, as he covered his eyes with his paws, and shook his head. He could have sworn that one of these days that woman's gonna get herself in far too much trouble then needed... And, for the hundredth time he swore to him self, that he will not interfere, unless Nicci begins to go too far. Unfortunately, that line was approaching fast.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 2, 2009 19:03:24 GMT -5
Vensint slid forward and pressed his hand against Nicci's throat. Lightly but so that he could keep her head still. Is the Art playing with fire against the Physical? He smiled. I can play with fire too you know.
He leaned closer, not so that their lips touched but that if either of them moved they would. You're a good friend Nicolette Brennan. A very good friend. He smirked and held his ground, but let his hand fall from it's place.
He was tempting her. In truth he wanted her to lean forward that last millimeter. But he would never say that. He was a master at cutting himself short when it came to women. He often thought that eventually he would have learned how to be good at everything. Too bad the opposite sex still eluded his understanding.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 2, 2009 19:22:39 GMT -5
If Vensint never showed that he wanted her to lean forward, Nicci, would never show that the hand to her throat, rather startled her. True, she knew that he would never hurt her, or anything like that, but the subcountious wasn't that easily convinced. After all, when someone bigger then you has his hand on your neck, and you know that with minimal force can break it, you'd be uneasy too.
Unfortunately, his tempting worked. Though, unlike Ven, she didn't have restrictions upon herself, nor did she express all of her feelings right there and then. Her Violet eyes lookinig mischiviously into his clear ones. Small smile appearing on her lips, as she did close those few milimeters. Her lips brushed gently against his, her hand coming up and gently ran along the side of his face, before quicky pulling away. Her eyes still looking into his, as she moved back, winking at him.
"No one ever said that fire didn't burn... And no one ever said, that Art can not capture it..." Nicci smiled little, as she walzed a few steps away.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 2, 2009 20:51:34 GMT -5
Vensint walked closer to her. His expression was blank and expressionless. He slid his arms around her and motioned his head forward. Art can never capture true fire. He leaned in to her and kissed her firmly. His head swam with millions of thoughts, none slowed long enough to make tangible, and the images of his past romances melted from his mind. He broke the kiss and took a step back.
Riley was sitting on the bed's pillow watching the show. Riley always watched Vensint. That was his job after all as guardian. But Vensint's actions tonight were of a sort Riley never saw his charge show. The idea that the fall Vensint took affected his judgment popped into his mind more than once...
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