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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:53 am
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Orientations and interviews done, the big night had finally arrived. Though the first question that should have been asked was which sort of school held its first classes in the middle of the night? Oh well, such was the nature of the beast, and so would be the progression of nights from this evening forth.
Lazarus sat in the large lecture hall, his desk to one side as he shuffled a pile of papers, applications, there. He was dressed as any professor would, fine suit, well combed hair, and eyes that could capture the attention of even the student in the furthest row. His eyes glanced up to a large projection screen, the names of the enrollees appearing there one after another, welcoming them to his class and begging them to take their seats.
Welcome to our University
He watched as the students filed into their seats, taking note of each, one by one, till all the seats were filled. It was and intimate class size, he had expected that, and that would help him serve his purpose in the long run.
Slowly, in and almost serpentine fashion, he moved from his chair, he moving with a flowing grace to the center of the stage where he bowed his head ever so slightly. "Welcome my students, to what shall surely be the beginning of the rest of your lives. You have all answered my requests so diligently, I thank you for this." His eyes fell open every pair that looked back at him, his smile almost bewitching in its gentleness. He played the role well, the caring teacher, and oh if he did not like the thrill it gave him.
"Your first task is a simple one, one I hope will only move to further the relationship that we started the moment you walked through that door." He grinned and turned slightly to the screen once more, his hand waving once before the names vanished and a new series of words began to appear.
Assignment One: Getting to Know You Getting to Know You Now that I know your faces and a bit about your academic history, it is time to move on to the deeper subjects. Your goal is this: Open Up. Tell me something about yourself that you have never admitted to anyone before, even to yourself. Through this we will gain each others trust and you will know I can be trusted with your secrets. I also wish to know what drew you here. Why did you come to Hermes and not some other school? Was is the prestige, the mystery, or perhaps something completely different? I would like to know. You have one day from the time I say start to get me this information in the form of spoken word. Those that do not reply within that time frame are more than welcome to vacate their seats and search for higher education elsewhere.
He smirked and turned his eyes back to the class, his eyes near aglow with humor as he waved his hand in the direction of them all. "So, who shall it be to start us out hmm? He or she who is the most daring, do stand and tell your tale. your time..starts now..my friends."
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 1:09 pm
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Eukan stands slowly glancing around the room, his lips pulling upwards into a rictus resembling a grin for a brief moment before he composes himself speaking calmly as he does so. "A secret?" he asks folding his arms behind his back "I wish to decline. Even if I accept the premise that you yourself could be trusted, I do not accept that each individual in this room could be as well. However I do wish to continue my enrollment here more. So something about myself that I have not even admitted to myself?"
He pauses considering the questions, head bowing for a moment in thought before rising again, looking back towards the board, lips curling upwards "I've always had a fear of the unknown, though that's not what I've told myself, not something I've revealed to others. I couch it in other terms, hide it, deceive with it. I call it a thirst for knowledge, a desire to learn. This is not what it is. Instead it is a fight, a battle against the darkness of ignorance, of the things that hide in those shadows. My learning, my acquisition of knowledge is me lighting a torch, a fire to keep these shadows that I fear at bay. It's my defense against terror, I learn I read, I distract myself. So there, sir, is your secret. I am afraid of that which I know not of." he states his tone rising in the middle before leveling back off slowly, he pauses afterwards to collect himself. Inhaling slowly, calming his breathing before moving on to answer the rest of the assignment.
"As for the rest, My reasons are simple I chose this school because of its prestige, it is considered one of the best schools in the fields of mythology and folklore both of which are passions of mine, and it is so hard to find an institute such as this one that takes them seriously. The mysterious rumors that have surfaced about this school as I researched my options only add to the draw. I would sorely hate to be bored or unchallenged intellectually, and from what I've heard I am sure that here I will be anything but.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 1:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 4:52 pm
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Oliviar gains a low growl in his throat. This so called professor didn't seem so good. Oh well. He pushes himself into a stance, wobbling on his tail and using his arms for support.
"Proffesor, sir. M'names Oliviar. I come from a strange place and I thought I would fit in here more than anywhere else. This school is old, strange, different, mysterious. The list goes on." He said in a gravelly voice. "But, do I mind? Nay! The history of just a single brick of the structure that begins this building is more than a thousand years old! It would be a pity not to have me here. I study history in great duty. I love older things. My race for example, old and creepy." He grunts in satisfaction. "If you want to gain my trust... It will take more than talking, but for now I can tell you." He thinks silently. "I uh.. I'm afraid to tell of my past, for I have had dreams that a clown will kill me at night because I have told him something about my family, and he didn't like it." He growls. He can't tell if I'm lying, right? "Thank you," with a bow of his head.
He takes his place in his seat, eyes thrashing back in forth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 5:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 6:26 pm
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