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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 12:23 am
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"I know that tomorrow, they don't serve cherry flavoured cephalato ice cream from five to seven. I know that the newspaper will publish the weather wrong again, because they always do, and that some student will forget to submit their homework."
Arel uncharacteristically stared right back at Shun. "These are the things I know and want to know. Any other knowledge endangers our school, and if you really think a war is going to happen, I want to consider this school a sanctuary. There is nothing here. And there is nothing else I can help you with, absolutely nothing at all."
He looked down, and then pulled out a giant phone book that also tried to eat his scarf (he swatted it a few times to beat it into submission). "Absolutely nothing at all," he repeated firmly, before tearing off a page from the book (the book yelped and retreated) and handing it to Shun. Very loudly, he suddenly said, "I hope you don't find whatever it is you are looking for."
On the page there was just a single scare phone number, followed by a name.
Prof. S.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:44 am
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Shun's fingers twitched slightly at Arel's little rant. He had made it clear he was not going to get anything further from the Secretary, regardless of what he did or didn't know. The Reaper felt there was something more to it, but he didn't bother pushing it now.
When the paper was shoved into his hand, despite what was said, he raised his brow and looked down. He saw some text and some numbers there, but he didn't bother giving too close of a look right now. He'd read it wrong.
"That is disappointing to hear," he quietly said after a pause, "It was my hope that we could work together to ensure nothing happens. Good day, Arel."
With a shake of his head, he backed on out of the office. He made some distance away while looking down at the slip, squinting. Shun could have grabbed some random student to have them read it for him, but he opted to try and work it out on his own instead. It would just take him some time. After about ten minutes, spent double checking the numbers and cross referencing them between the slip and his phone to make sure he didn't misread it anywhere, he made the call.
And waited. He wasn't sure who or what to expect on the other side.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:06 pm
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Immediately fanare music began to blare, as a voice began to narrate over it, "In a galaxy far, far, away, there lived a professor. No wait, a sexy professor. And his name was professor sexy. Well Professor Sexy, with all caps. I mean like, only at the first letters, not the last. Like, the first letter of each word. Anyway, Professor Sexy, who was also a Jedi, traveled to the far moon of Endor to speak with the primitive species who lived on that planet. And that is where his journey begins."
More music continued to play, and there was a click.
"We're sorry," said a default voice suddenly, "all lines are busy. Please leave a message after the tone and we will reach you shortly." There was a click and then a loud beep.
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