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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:16 pm
Scattered throughout the hallways are the classrooms, filled with heavy ornate wooden desks, and teaching materials of all sorts, depending on the subjects. The classes that take place here include;
Ancient Runeology, Advanced Arithmatics, Upper World General History, Advanced Medicine, Herbalism (Basic and Advanced), Astrology, Etymology, Upper World General Literature, Archaic Architecture, and many, many more.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:59 pm
Oisin slowly walked outside of class to class, glancing inside each one. He slowly came to a stop at one filled class.
"Advanced Herbalism?...dorks"
'Coming from someone who took Advanced Arithmatics.'
"Math is a need after a school. Herbalism? Come on...even the teacher looks bored." A smirk came across the elf's face as he lifted his right hand. 'Forced Mimicry' With his right hand another student's went up, unfortunately for him he was holding a rather large text book. And teacher's really shouldnt sleep in class.
'Lugh..dont do it, that would be horri-' BAM.
It wasnt as much as she thought, he had forced the child to instantly stand up and throw his book to the ground. Waking up the whole class and the teacher, who all stared at him.
"Onto the next class...your turn Al."
'Albiore wont do it, he's much more of a gentleman.'
[xD can you say Peer Pressure?]
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:25 pm
All of a sudden, another voice added to the conversation...
"Of course not! Luca's much more refined! Isn't that right?"
"Of course, mil'Lady... Of course..." His smirk was still on as they passed the West Wing Library, and peered in to see a female student (fairly cute) trying to carry about 10 books to the reference desk... The smirk lit up.
"Oh, Luca, don't..."
Too late. A small ice patch had appeared right where the girl was about to step. Up went the books, her feet, her skirt... And her body as, in an instant, Albiore was next to her and lightly caught her from hitting the floor, flashing his best smile, his eyes glittering.
"Careful, young miss... You shouldn't be carrying that many books..."
(The ice patch had disappeared...)
He set her back on her feet, and in one swoop, all the fallen books had flewn to the reference desk. He strode back confidently, grinning from ear to ear, towards Oisin, while the girl blushed and tried to figure out what just happened.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:41 pm
Entry # 00001
"You know, people say I'm bad for getting more office supplies to my league, not to mention all the hot girls, but at least I'd never stoop so low as to deliberately trip a girl to play hero," Sorce said, coming up behind the Maester of Blue Saturnalia. He carried a stack of papers in his arms as he looked with mild distaste at the selkie
"Actually, you would," Shade, Sorce's Alteranima, said, hovering around her partner like some black genie.
"No, I wouldn't," Sorce asserted. "There's no gain in it. Having her kidnapped so I can rescue her, that's another thing entirely..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:44 pm
Albiore focused his grin on the newcomer. "Ah! It's... you... That guy... from Black Lotus... We're just having a little bit of fun... You should loosen up... Always doing work..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:46 pm
Oisin mumbled something under his breath as he looked at the girl who was still confused.
His 'other half' had been fully against the idea of abusing young students simply for the two men's pleasure[...hm]. But....for somereason.
'I bet you cant do any better, Lugh..'
"Pft.." Another girl just so happened to be scurrying towards a class, much to her bad luck it wasnt far from Oisin.
'W-wait..Lugh, I...'
"Hey! You with the black hair!" He stared at her, his eyes seem to glint for a second. She turned around to face him. "Your clothes are ripping apart!!" He threw in a somewhat crude laugh.
Her clothes were in fact not ripping at all, even more in fact. It would seem nothing was happening...except to the girl. Who quickly scrambled about trying to fish back the 'pieces' and cover her allready covered clothes.
Chaos allways was fun, especially with a crowd. She allmost immedietely ran away trying to cover her covered body. Oisin simply looked at her.
'What's wrong with you?!'
"What's wrong with my hand...I really wasnt even going for that." He was...he simply thought another affect would happen, and one did. The same girl came back seconds later wearing another set of clothes over her old ones, and gave Oisin a full on slap in the face before turning back after yelling 'Pervert!!' His mouth hurt far too much to even say 'I didnt do it!!'
'I win...loser'
And what the great timing too. It was that guy.....whatever his name was, from Black something abuout bein' a hero. Such a lame time for it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:46 pm
Entry # 00002
"That's what I tell him," Shade added sagely. Sorce swatted her.
"You're supposed to be on my side, darn it," he said, glaring at her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 7:04 pm
"Nothin' serious atleast..." Oisin mumbled before peeking into another classroom, knocking on the door to get everyone's attention then.
"Somebody, that guy's on fire!!" He was imedietely swarmed by the classroom with water spells.
"See? I just gave that guy a free bath."
'So sad..' Miseri teared alitte, as she went to shuffling another deck. 'I remember when you used to be a good little boy..'
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 7:17 pm
Entry # 00004
Sorce ignored Shade's laughter as the water soaked him and his papers. Instead, he reached for his magic, made a slight change to Reality... and he was suddenly high, dry, and standing where Oisin had been, while the elf was completely soaked and right where he had been.
"I love my Domain..." Sorce whispered as the class Oisin had roped in laughed...
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 9:00 am
Albiore had joined in on the laughter, but only for a moment. "You know, we probably should get out of here. We might be... you-know-whats and all, but we can still get in trouble with the Aesir... (The Aesir being the "Elite Student Council" that pretty much ran Asgard Academy.) He started off. "Cummon, I bet we can find something else to do..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 12:11 pm
"Wha?" He did a doubletake before realizing that he had just been affected by a reality spell. By then it was too late for he was suddenly completly soaked.
He effectively ignored his other half's laughing, and quickly activated a spell. Within a matter of seconds he was completely dry.
"Funny.." Oisin listened to Albiore rather than cast another spell. He'd hate to get flocked with pesky students, or have his League looked at as idiotic to be playing tricks at the acadamy.
"Just lead the way."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:54 pm
Entry # 00005
Sending his papers to a subspace pocket by mean of another reality spell, Sorce decided to follow after them. Maybe he could pick up dirt he could use at the next budget allocation meeting...
Are you thinking political again? Shade said as she settled back into him. Man! I thought getting you to come here would help you unwind, but you're just as messed up as you were at Atlantis!
Sorce made no comment, merely followed the two Maesters, wondering where the Black Maester had gone off to...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 11:57 am
Albiore thought for a moment. The mischevious smirk started to creep back across his face, distorting the two blue vertical bar tattoos on his lower right cheek...
"Let's go screw with people in the library. Always fun to be had there."
[sorry about the delay, your favorite RP-monger is as busy as ever... XP]
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 3:10 pm
"Mystery to me how you would connect fun with the word library."
Oisin continued to follow along, every now and a gain a few pieces of sand falling from his shoe. Or him yawning to break unnecessary silence.
[exits to library]
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 3:48 pm
Albiore strode ahead, hands deep in his large pockets of his coat.
[exits as well]
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