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Post by Mesmere on Dec 23, 2009 2:31:47 GMT -5
Haze piercing radiance from the ever expanding skies. Shrouding the azure with a crimson smear, the sun seeps through for the lands’ rough days. None would arise at this hour, none that necessitate rest for the duration of the frigid current of winter.
Mesmere repealed the rest for another hour.
Yet she held no deck, no sign of a student here. Her emerald eyes instead fixated upon a sphere placed upon the center of her pale palm, the color of the sphere contrasting her tone in a bizarre manner. Ice. The star struck glare of the prism cage affirms the reality of capacity.
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Post by Alan Padmore on Dec 23, 2009 11:45:50 GMT -5
There wouldn't be many who would be out this early in the morning but Alan Padmore was perhaps one of the few exceptions to that little law. He often was up and training his body strength. He felt that as he came on in age (although he was but twenty-three) that he needed to keep himself strong. It was around the thirties that those with his condition started to get major hip problems, sometimes even before then. He had thanked his lucky stars that he had never gotten such a thing.
But as it stood, the man was in a nice coat with thin yet warm insulation of a green color and black pants. Currently he was wearing running shoes, although later he would go change into one of his suits and go to work teaching. His red hair was tied behind his head in a short and spiky ponytail and spectacles were fixed upon his face. However the more intriuging detail was that he had a shinai, otherwise known as a kendo stick on his back. Clearly he was heading back from his training session.
And so once he saw this... was it a student or was it an adult?... person sitting off to the side on the grounds while he proceeded out of the forest, he stopped for a quiet moment. It wasn't often that a student would be out so early in the morning, and even so, it was barely dawn... how long exactly had she been there? Alan walked towards her and paced quietly, before he stopped nearby her.
"Quite early to be up young miss." The Welsh man said frankly to her.
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Post by Mesmere on Dec 23, 2009 14:54:38 GMT -5
A glance of the bright glassed eyes unveiled the anonymous voice belonging to a man that stood a few figures below her height. She expected none; however the wooden weapon with the man gave slight awareness in facts. Digits encased the gemstone from further illumination as the rest of the body remained as a stone figure. “Touche sir. I had not expected any to be awake at this hour.”
Her tone matched the temperature, mild and tranquil. For the moment attention became directed to the one before her, both her head and eyes turned to him. Otherwise, immobile. Temperament ideal. “To what may I owe the pleasure?”
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Post by Alan Padmore on Dec 23, 2009 15:24:21 GMT -5
Now he was even more confused. Not many students on campus spoke so poshly, not even to a ruddy teacher. Alan himself was sophisticated but even he spoke his Japanese with an accent and though it was formal Japanese, when he spoke English he spoke it with a heavy Welsh accent and a load of slang to boot. So he was right now a little befuddled at her speech.
"Ah, isn't that my place to say that?" At least the young girl was polite. Yet the great thing about respect and politeness to others was that it was a perfect mask. She could be thinking anything about the 4'0 man standing with the shinai on his back. "But the pleasure, no, I owe it to you, I didn't expect anyone out at this hour. Which leads me to the question; are you a student who has been out past curfew, a student who wakes up incredibly early, or an adult from the mainland who doesn't go to the school in the first place?" Alan asked pointedly yet politely as he looked at her over his spectacles.
Yes, the man although he liked a good conversation was also business-lead. He didn't know whether he would have to escort this young lady off the grounds as of yet; visiting hours during the Spirit Festival were from 9:00 AM until 12:00 AM. And he didn't know what this lady was, but by her speech he assumed a visitor.
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Post by Mesmere on Dec 23, 2009 16:02:03 GMT -5
“But of course. Pardon me but I was not aware my presence would cause uncertainty.” Remaining composed in voice and form, the lady descended her head gradually. Vermilion cascades fell from the sides as a frame to the words. Silence filled the frosty air. Conception.
“I am Mesmere of the Obelisk Dorms.” By this time, the noble lady receded to her previous position. The eyes reminiscent of emeralds gazed yet again towards the man and the landscape followed behind. “I became unsettled upon my rest and thus to relieve myself I roamed the campus to this present setting. If I am not mistaken, you are a professor correct?”
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Post by Alan Padmore on Dec 24, 2009 9:38:20 GMT -5
Alright now her way of speaking was just bloody riddiculous. But Alan wasn't the type to question a lady's word... his own lady at home, his sister Braelyn, she'd smack him upside the head faster then he could blink. Alan sweatdropped and shrugged his shoulders.
"T'was no problem Miss... Mesmere." What an odd last name... "I just need to keep aware of these things. It's quite easy to mix a student with a visitor in this shade of light." He inclined his head in a polite gesture, the closest that perhaps the man would ever come to a full Japanese bow in his life; he didn't come from a culture where you bowed in greeting to students... or to anyone for that matter.
"But yes, you're correct. I'm Professor Padmore, I work in the Deck Construction department." He smiled faintly. "However, I'm surprised you didn't know... not many Obelisks are required to take that class now are they?" He tilted his head to the side in curiousity.
"If you don't mind my asking Miss Mesmere, how close are you to graduation? Must only be about a year or so shouldn't it?" Alan asked conversationally and politely.
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Post by Mesmere on Dec 31, 2009 1:40:40 GMT -5
As the winds of today, the girl sat unspoken as she listened to his words. The unwavering stillness remained untouched even as she spoke once again in response. “My apologies Professor Padmore. I am not too familiar with the various classes and teachers aside from my own.” Her reply was the same as the rest; the only divergence was the minor movement of her eyelids shadowing her bright green eyes for a mere instant.
However as being questioned about graduation, the female statue had her head slant to the right yet the appearance of puzzlement unseen. “I am flattered you place me in high regard, yet you are mistaken Professor. Let not my rank deceive you. This is merely my second year attending Duel Academy and thus I have three years prior to graduation, counting this year.”
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