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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 2, 2009 21:06:56 GMT -5
This time, it was his churn to catch her off guard. Of all the things she expected, this was not one of them. Then again, she couldn't fully deny, that she did not enjoy that.... For she did. The suddeness, and the suprise with in it, seemed to only add to the whole mistery, as it captivated her mind.
While it lasted, for the few brief moments, Nicci's thoughts came to a sudden hult, as she wanted to simply melt into it. Forget everything, and not care who could come in but simply allow the kiss to continue...Alas, it broke off... Quite abruptly too..
"But, the paint can capture it's essence, and soul..."She whispered, before, crossing her arms on her chest. Her cheeks were churning a light pink color, as she kept up her composure, eeven though with some difficulty. Adding after a pause, "Besides, you donn't just end it like that. At least not that bluntly." Nicci pointed out with a small smirk.
Just like the monkey, the bengal tiger stared at the two with it's round cristal blue eyes. And just like the monkey, he could not belive what he was seeing. Though, the suprise didn't come upon Nicci's behalf, it's no surprise there. but, instead from Ven's side. He must have hit his head a bit too hard.. Then again, it might churn out to be a good thing... even though he couldn't see how.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 2, 2009 21:18:51 GMT -5
Vensint smiled. Who said it was over? He stepped forth again and kissed her deeply. This time he held it for a moment and pulled back slowly. I see it as more of a beginning. He smiled and turned around.
The fire can be painted. But it's the soul that cannot be captured. For fire is a parasite that ravages beautiful things and leaves them not but ash. He said that last part to himself, in his head. His theory of fire was not that it was evil. It was just that it was like everything else in the world...
He strolled and held his hand out to Riley. The spider monkey obeyed and clambered up Vensint's arm and perched on his shoulder. Come on Riley, I'll get you an apple from the cafeteria. He started towards the door. Oh and Nicci? I wish to have dinner with you tomorrow night? Will you accept? He turned around and smiled at her, hoping to make this, whatever it was, last longer than a make-out session in the infirmary.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 2, 2009 21:41:20 GMT -5
Once again he managed to catch her off guard. Though, this time, Nicci gave in to it. Not only did she rechurn the kiss, with equal depth, but also pure gentleness upon her behalf. Small disapointment flashing in her head, when he pulled away. True, this time, it was better, then the one before, no doubt about that... but, just like the one before she didn't want it to end.
But he was wrong. True artist, that understands the fire, and it's breif beauty, is capablle of capturing it's soul. Capturing it's essance, and for ever preserving the joy that it brings on canvas. So, warm, light, and captivating, thtat one might just think that it is real. That is a talent of a true master.
When he spoke, she smiled softly, feeling small butterflies all of a sudden springing up and taking flight in her stomach. A bigining? There's something one didn't hear often... Rather, not often at all... especially in this setting. In her daze, she missed his words about the fire. Her eyes fallowing his movements as he picked up the monkey, then churned around to leave, and after a few steps churned back around.
"I...uhh..." She cleared her throat a little, " Yes. I accept." Nicci nodded. All of a sudden feeling rather lightheaded. The butterflies seemed to have been startled by something and began to fly like mad... That didn't help the case. True, this was by far out of her charecter of the light hearted, carefree proffesor, but, hey, once it was allowed. After all, cases like that don't happen often.
Once he was beyond the door, she collapsed on the bed, smiling a lilttle. The huge cat coming over to her, and placing his furry head on her lap, looking up with his blue orbs. His expression, rather worried.
"Nicci?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Probably, but that didn't stop me before did it?..."
Unfortunately, no it has not...."
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 4, 2009 21:14:40 GMT -5
Rocks split in half and trees shattered. a branch fell to the ground with three holes in it and a clean cut at the base where it had met the tree trunk. A solid boot print was embedded in another trunk where someone had launched them self off it and across from it there was a mere stump of a great redwood where some manner of beast had tore right through it, collapsing it in on itself and caused it to crash to the ground.
A solitary figure stood in a man made clearing. A few trees had been crudely trimmed of it's branches and sliced off at a hundred or so meters up. What looked at first glance like a militant jungle gym was, upon closer inspection, a death trap where one could be slaughtered in a hundred different ways if they didn't know what they were doing.
This was the one place of peace for him. His "Happy-Place". At least a days hike from the main campus, he could get there in under an hour on average, half that on a good day. He had come there that day to consult with himself about what had happened in the Infirmary not two hours before that moment.
Vensint had run through the course three separate times, each time as flawlessly as the one before. He supposed he would make good on his offer of dinner with Nicci. He was a 1,228 year old ex-serial killer who taught gym to a class of magic users. The old Vensint, the Wraith who had murdered ten fold his current age, would look down upon today's Vensint. He shook his head and whistled for Riley, who was having a fight with a cougar ten meters behind him. A small gun report echoed from behind him and a moment later Riley was upon his shoulder.
He strolled into his room twenty minutes later. Now for the issue that had troubled him since the beginning of his travel to his training ground.
What would he wear?
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 4, 2009 22:51:56 GMT -5
Nicci stayed in the infirmary a bit more, talking with the nurse a little, and seeing if anything had to be handed over to him. But, seeing that there was not, except the nurse's complaining and scolding that he has left so bluntly with out giving her a chace to examen him.
The rest of the day was slighty less eventful for the young woman, though she has decided to prove to Ven that fire can be captured. And with some guidence from Michelangelo Nicci began her art work. Not even five minutes into it, her attention has beeen captured and obsorbed into the painting.
Her paint brush slid lightly over the canvas. The color filling the blank white sheet before her, with things that are bound to come to life by the will of her hand. Thee lines curving this way and that as the flames began to take shape. The bright red, orange, yellow, blue, green, pink, tan, and gold, against the dark blue, almost black, sky covered in silver stars. The blue mixing with the black of the ground at the distant horizon, where the bright sunset remained but a thin line that was the horizon, to which all roads led. By the fire she drew a figure. The dark figure, a shadow, though should be liten by the fire, stood before the viewer with it' sback all that is seen. Except it' eyes. The flaming green eye, of the figure, digging deep into your soul. The flames giving them the eery glow, the bright emrald, that were so intricately drawn in the oil, that they have seemed to be real. The whole painting appearing as if it were a scene before you, that unfolded in the darkness of the night. Such it was drawn, with such realism, use of shadow, contrast... True, it was not a work of Da Vinci, Michelongelo, nor Titian... But, it was her work.
It was the reflection of the fire, as she saw it. Not the flames that burned on the ground behind the figure, but the flames that burned in those green eyes. For that is what she thought the soul of fire was.
The painting took the rest of the day, all night, and well into the late moring. But, Nicci didn't care. To her, time flowed differently. More slower, more calmer, and more silent. As if nothing existed any more, but the canvas, the paints, and her.
When she was done, Nicci crahed and slept for the day, untill Mike pushed her awake, saying that she had to get ready.
"I don't understand women and their ways. Why do they need so long to get ready? Why do you need so long?" Obvioius discust showed in the tiger's voice, as he watched the woman jump up, and start looking for the right thing to wear. True, she already knew what she's going to wear, but, the objective now was to find it. "And, Nicci, for once, I beg you, put something normal... preferebly decent on....for once... it's not Halloween, it's a Date! Just put on a simple, elegant dress not thtat.. And, Oh God, what is that?" the tiger asked in a rather horrified voice, as he stared at Nicci twirling before the mirror.
"Quit nagging, it's a dress... A very pretty Fairy dress! Even has the wings.. .though, I don't think it's possible to fly with it..." Nicci giggled, as she smoothed out the folds of the pink layered dress, and adjusted the delicate wings. "And quit trying to hide your face, it doen'st suit you. You're not a kitten...And I'm ready'Nicci added after a pause, as she put some finishing touches to here make up. "Perfect."
In this attire, she did look much like an overgrown fairy, instead of a teacher. On top of which, the little bounce in her step didn't help the case either. Then again, that isn't too new... concidereing that she has worn someething that is actually normal, a few times that could be counted using 10 fingeres. But, hey, that's the beauty of being young... ( Her Dress ) |
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 4, 2009 23:44:08 GMT -5
Vensint stood in the hall outside of Nicci's room, waiting for his date to exit the door. Knocking would be unnecessary and he liked to make it seem that he had just arrived. Just a small gratification thing he had picked up during the Great Depression in New York. He would never bring that part of his life up again. After he had burned down a sweat shop Boss Tweed, he had left to the Old Land.
He had settled on a black suit save for the blood red shirt he wore under a midnight trench coat. Riley had decided that since he was not on a date, he would stick with the mercenary outfit. Ladies dig the mercenary outfit.
He had decided that instead of wasting time with envious looks and rumors though out school, to stay away from the school's cafeteria. In stead he would be making the meal. But his quarters were still a mystery to everyone of the schools teachers and students. He didn't want someone banging on his door at 3AM to break up a fight. He would, more than likely, wind up killing someone. The worst part of that saying is that it is a very high possibility that he would.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 5, 2009 0:10:22 GMT -5
After a couple of minutes Mike lifted his head, looking toward the door, with a rather grim expression. He still didn't like this idea. Though, in truth, he would dislike any guy who was planing on taking Nicci anywhere. Probably paternal instinct, but maybe it's because he simply doesn't trust them. And this one, with his monkey that has real guns, somehow didn't inspire assurance to him either. In his opinion a monkey doesn't deserve real guns... concidering that he has heard the shots one too many times for comfort.
"Your....Charm... is here..." Mike answered grimly, pointing with his head toward the door. Small growl echoing in his voice, as he glanced back at Nicci.
"He is?" Nicci's eyes lite up for a second, as she took a brief glance in the mirror. 'Angel, how do I look? Don't answer, I know. Still perfect. "Quickly she threw some silk fabric over the painting, covering it up till due time and headed to the door. With a small pause before it, she opened the door and smiled at Ven. "Welcome! Come in! I want to show you something! I'm sure you'll like it....Probably will have a few things to say, then again, you're not into those kinds of things... but, I still wanted to prove my point, so yea...but, you'll still like it!" She smirked slightly as she pulled him in, and toard the canvas. Triping a few times over the hem of her dress. Though each time, insisgnificant enough for him not to notice the little tightning of her hand around his. |
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Apr 10, 2009 13:34:06 GMT -5
He smiled and looked at the painting. It was fresh enough to not me marred in any way. She must had found the time to make it today. He noticed that she had yet to release his hand from hers. Just as well, he rather liked the contact between them.
Her dress didn't surprise him in the least. He thought the fairy looked appealed to her rather well. His attire however made them look like a couple going to a Halloween party as a bad ass lawyer and his date, the fairy. So where shall we be going tonight? I don't think the students would welcome us in their cafeteria. Not me at least... His mind wandered to the first week he had arrived.
The students watched his every move and muttered in low voices they thought he wouldn't hear. The cafeteria had crushed the entire awkward situation when Vensint sent a custodian though a table after the janitor had accidentally tripped Vensint a little, causing his drink to crash onto the floor.
The cafeteria was most definitely not a place Vensint was open to go. Not on a date at least.
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Post by Professor Nicolette Brennan on Apr 11, 2009 1:02:18 GMT -5
After taking one look at Ven, and the Monkey, and another at Nicci, Angel came to the conclusion that life simply hated him.
After all, he doubted taht many people when going to their first date dressed up like that... Not many that he knew... Ven, he could... some what accept... but Nicci... That woman could have at least put on an evening dress, not a masqurade one... Alas, it was phisicaly impossible to convince her otherwise.
Nicci smiled, as allong with Vensint, she looked over the painting. She wanted to show him, that the soul could be captured and stilled, and in her opinion she manged to do soo... though, she'd have to ask what her stubborn friend thought of it. Concidering that he is the cause of the fuss.
As she stood, looking over her work, Nicci seemed to not notice that she was still holding Ven's hand, nor the fact that anything around her existed... .that is untill he spoke. Almost as if awakened from a daydream, Nicci, glanced over at her companion. Her look blank at first, but growing quickly in it's mischief.
"You're the guy... You decide..." Nicci's smile churned impish, as she looked over at Ven. It was his idea... so, he'll have to be creative this time around.
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Post by Professor DeLucas on Oct 31, 2009 19:37:37 GMT -5
The professor blinked. Where was there to eat around this school? Cafeteria was hardly a good date spot. He could could always cook something for her himself... He sighed. He hadn't cooked in at least a year... Well at the risk of food poisoning he decided that, while unusual cooking would be, it would also be the simplest solution to his problem.
Well I suppose I could always make dinner myself. That is of course if you're up to it. I am more or less a fiery chef... He failed to mention he once used a kitchen fire to assassinate the President of France. But then again that was on a need to know basis... And anyone who needed to know usually ended up shot. Twice. In the heart. He smiled and shrugged. Up to you.
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