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Post by Henry Davidson on Apr 29, 2010 21:19:38 GMT -5
"please explain," it said stopping suddenly. "what are classes?" This was a barrage of many terms the creature had not heard before. I could not understand the concept, as it had no sense of context. It could wait for an answer, as it had no concept of time.
It stood stock still, like a machine ground to a halt. "What are they like?" It fixed its orb-eyes on the Janitor's, meeting his gaze with unearthly intensity, a cold emptiness reaching out, grasping for anything it could.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 29, 2010 21:56:09 GMT -5
"Someone with experience informs you to knowledge of whatever subject it is that they specialize or know most about." he explained, "Normally in a formal place known as a classroom with others who would be known as classmates to you, being the student- the person who's learning... and to the teacher who's imparting the knowledge you and your classmates would be known as pupils... but pupil is also a word for the black center of an eye but that's completely pointless information for the conversation." he nodded astutely and continued towards the school, "Do you have any questions about the classes? If you need some more time to think about it you can- you'll likely see me somewhere cleaning up a mess like a pool of blood or vomit or primordial ooze or something of that sort somewhere. When you come to a conclusion you can tell me and if anyone asks, just tell them that you're still deciding on a class. Now come on, I'm sure you'll find all the answers you're looking for at Twilight Moon Academy."
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Post by Henry Davidson on Apr 30, 2010 14:45:44 GMT -5
It stood a moment longer when it became apparent that the Janitor was finished. It continued on once more, mirroring Hector's pace perfectly. Its eye-orbs scanning ahead once more. If it could feel emotion the appropriate demeanor would be awe. The place was absolutely massive and the creature's head snapped back and forth, attempting to take it all in. It recalled passing by this relative location hundreds of feet below the surface, but it had seen no trace of this place. It was as if it had simply appeared in the time between his last passing and now.
"How does it hide?" it asked, head still pivoting rapidly.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 30, 2010 19:30:52 GMT -5
"What? Twilight Moon?" the janitor looked towards the looming shadows, "Well I'm not entirely sure on the specifics but I do know that it's impossible to find TMA unless you're being brought there by one of it's denizens... which probably means it's going to get abandoned and long forgotten- no doubt it's happened to places before. Twilight Moon Academy is like a living thing." he explained, "I think she likes having just a small group of acquaintences..." he mused, "Not massive crowds coming and going like the tide."
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jun 16, 2010 18:51:37 GMT -5
"I see..." it said. It stopped abruptly and snapped its head forward. "I will attend classes if you wish." it stepped forward slowly, "If someone will teach."
"I have seen teachers once. I would study under one such person."
It stopped all motion and awaited a response. It was rapidly exhausting its stores of vocalizations. It had to resupply soon.
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