At least it's not humid...

[haleyislame]

A short “fhwwp” noise and another small wooden chip fluttered to the gray, sludgy ground. Turning the piece of wood upwards, Andre inspected the bottom of it before flicking another piece off with a small Swiss army knife he had picked up a few days back from what they called a “salvation army store”. Seemingly happy with the part he had just clipped, Andre began shaving bits and pieces from the top of it.

Sighing, he let his head droop a little as he rubbed his eyes with the back of the hand holding the block of wood. Letting out a deep yawn, Andre had to blink away tears before he could see straight again; it’d been a while since he’d had a good rest (well, ever since he’d left the state apparently called ‘New Jersey’) and soon enough, he’d ended up wandering through dreary places such as the Ghost Shipyard. He’d heard about it while in a ‘bar’ in some place called ‘Texas’, and he’d been intrigued enough to come looking for it.

Glancing around at the misty air and foreboding looking ships, Andre figured he was in the right place. As the wind shifted the mist slightly, the Frenchman was suddenly glad he was wearing gloves and a sweatshirt. Looking back down at the wood, he saw that he had subconsciously been shaping it more, it now having the vague outline of a soldier. The angle of his head falling forward caused his shoulder length wavy blonde hair to fall in front of his face. Blowing it out of the way, annoyed, Andre silently wished he hadn’t snapped his only hair band.

Resettling himself back on the moldy pillar holding the dock up, Andre ran the fingers holding his knife through the front of his hair, pulling the damp locks back. He went back to his work, thinking grudgingly that at least it wasn’t humid.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Green slitted eyes watched the person silently and a feline with mottled fur lazily jumped down from a ship, landing silently on the docks and looking towards Andre quietly, his tail wrapping around his paws and the creature yawned. It was a muscular, long haired tomcat with big ears that swivvelled on his skull. "Hello." It spoke, though it appeared less than pleased with Andre, his eyes slightly narrowed in a haughty feline manner. The creature's whiskers were fanned out in a relaxed manner and it raised a paw to lick at it and groom the top of it's head, "Andre?" He asked between well mannered grooming, still sounding irritated. 'Never a single female student...' he thought derisively to himself, 'Not a single woman.' he frowned a feline frown before standing up, still mourning within his mind that he had not yet been gifted with a student whom he deemed to be worthy of a nice bedroom romp. Women were nice. Yes....

And he always taught guys. Damn the administration was a pain. -.-

[haleyislame]

Looking up from his whittling, Andre fully expected a human to be standing there. Instead, the being he saw who had asked him his name, quite skeptically, was nothing more than a cat. A house cat. ‘Surprised’ was not usually something Andre experienced, and there had only been a handful of times he could recall being so.

Perhaps not as much surprised as startled.

Flicking the knife closed, Andre stood up from where he had been sitting and slipped the small wooden soldier into his pocket. “Ah… Bonjour, monsieur.” He inclined his head slightly, swallowing a bit of nervousness (and perhaps fondness, though he didn’t like much the look this cat was giving him). “Oui, I am Andre… I’m assuming you to be… my Procter?” Andre ventured carefully, he wasn’t quite sure to make of this being in front of him. Granted, he’d heard this was a school, and when he thought it through… who else but a teacher (or a fellow student, though this cat gave off a very superior air that suggested otherwise) would even journey out here?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Oui, Je m'appelle Perth. suivez-moi." He dipped his head before turning curtly and walking along the docks with quiet feline steps, "Ou ne parlez-vous pas vrai français?" He paused, looking back towards Andre quizically with a laughing expression on his face. He was rusty, because the truth was, he hadn't been home in a very, very long time- since he was a child, actually. There was the light chuckle of feline laughter.

"De toute façon, Nous voyagerons à l'académie crépusculaire de lune." he spoke through the little murmur of laughter, "Il est vraiment pour le meilleur que nous laissons aussitôt que possible, non?" He nodded for Andre to follow, "These kinds of outings are dull almost without exception. My apologies for wanting to get it done and over with as soon as possible." he trotted along till like a form rising from under a cloak the feline grew in size till it was a man walking along the docks at a hurried pace, his hair mottled in color like the tomcat and his eyes were slitted and green as the cat as well. He was clothed in a dark jacket and denim, his shoes covered with casual shoes that were rather well worn down. He didn't look like much of a teacher, in fact- he looked kind of like some kind of freeloader roommate or something might look. But no, he was indeed- a teacher, and Andre's teacher to be honest. Yeah, Perth wasn't exactly thrilled either.

[haleyislame]

A small smile graced Andre’s lips as he recognized his mother language, though the being before him spoke it as though he hadn’t for a long while. “Oui, monsieur. Je suis né et élevé en France.” When the feline turned, Andre got his bearings and followed after it: while truthfully he didn’t feel too welcome by his teacher nor this environment, the use of his language had put him in a brighter mood.

Just as he was accepting the fact that he would be taught by a cat, the animal morphed into a human- a man, none other. To Andre he looked quite similar to the beggars that often had graced Lucas’s home; though he wasn’t about to tell his Procter that. Following closely after his teacher, Andre agreed with a, “I agree.” To the man’s question.

Running itself ragged in Andre’s head was the question of what the man’s name was. Still, with the aura of ‘don’t bug me’ that was wafting off him, Andre didn’t care to ask.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Perth had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his face was rough with stubble that he hadn't yet grown tired enough of to want to shave it, probably soon though since women tended to like a more clean shaven look- though there were some who liked this kinda thing, he could perhaps try it out. He mused over the idea with a thoughtful smile, it had been a while... "Anyways, on somewhat less important matters!" he awakened himself from his conteplation, "You have classes you need to choose." He said, hopping aboard a grand ship, detailed with gold painted, ornate structures into the railing and prow. The beauty must have cost countless sums and Perth was gallivanting about without a thought of it, it was strange to see someone in such clothing standing upon the deck of such a well manufactured ship that looked, quite frankly like a picture of antiquity. Marie Antionette couldn't have dreamed up such luxurious excess as the design and make of the ship, the young queen would most likely have died of envy of the owner if she hadn't been beheaded by her own people first. "Every kid has a few classes they have to take- showing up is optional though if you're fond of passing, I'd suggest you be there, then you have optional classes. Nine classes a day, and a break period- no exceptions." Wow. Strict curriculum.

[haleyislame]

Andre followed his teacher onto the expensive boat, glancing around at the furnishings. While he found it nice, it looked similar to the style of living he had been born into. Shrugging the feeling of nostalgia off, Andre focused his attention back to his teacher. He listened curiously, and didn’t question: when one grew up as an apprentice, one knew when to speak and when to keep quiet. However,, he couldn’t keep one of his questions to himself. “Je comprends, mais, could I possibly get the name of the one who will be teaching me?” Andre cocked his head to the side slightly to see if he could get a look at his face; which the man had been keeping forward, giving Andre a nice view of the back of his coat the entire time.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Je l'ai dit déjà, Je m'appelle Perth." He insisted, one hand catching on the mast and he used it to hang onto as he swung about, looking quizzically towards Andre, "Now off we go, before something bad happens." He tugged a set of random ropes, undoing knots and the sails fell, and amazingly, despite the fact that they quickly became bloated with air and billowed towards the shore, they ship moved out into deeper water- the opposite of what should have happened. There were immediate shouts to hail thier departure, though they weren't hailing fanfare.

"Hey! That's my ship!" came the first one, and you may assume where the rest of the shouts came along the lines of.

"Music, History, or Potionry?" Perth asked, waltzing up the stairs and up to the large wheel that was the captain's designated spot to steer course and Perth of course was the self proclaimed captain of the ship. He was thinking of naming it the Caroline, because she was a good girl, and because the names Solstice, Marie, Laura, and well.... a myriad of other names were all taken by boats he had in the past, some would qualify as ships but he was no person to be picky with terminology. The Caroline was his, until of course the owners found it and took it back, but that would be some time later.

[haleyislame]

Andre fiddled with his toy soldier that sat heavy in his pocket and he watched silently as the owners of the extravagant boat ran after them, shouting everything from pleads to curses. Andre sent a curious glance up at his teacher. Asking what he meant would surely tick Perth off more, but Andre asked anyways, “Je suis désolé, but what do you mean?”

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Twilight Moon Academy- it's a school and therefor students will take classes, you are a student and you have to choose your classes- your first choice is between Music, History, or a Potionry class. Music you learn how to play music, and in History you learn your history about this or that, though if you ask me the History teacher is more than a little off his rocker- so don't expect to learn anything there, and then there's potionry. You get to learn how to make potions and things. Any more questions before you decide." If the boy was already asking questions then there was going to be a slight issue because things only got odder and stranger still. Perth smiled absentmindedly, thinking of his first time arriving in one of these worlds of magic and the like... then he remembered that werecat- that sumptuous young woman with large soft breasts and astounding flexibility. He grew distant momentarily so that if his student had actually voiced his decision on his classes to take he would have likely missed it.

[haleyislame]

Andre rubbed the wooden doll in his pocket carefully, thinking it over. He didn’t see any need at all to suffer through history, crazy teacher or not. He managed to get through it without dying for 3 years as a child, and he figured that was about as much history as anyone needed in a lifetime. Potionry seemed equally useless. What need would he have for that? That left the choice of music. When Andre had been younger, he had fiddled with the violin a bit and tinkered with the thought of trying piano, but that’d been dashed as soon as he’d been orphaned. Shrugging, Andre answered, “Music, I suppose.” He figured choosing classes would be easy if the choices were simple like this; though, noticing the far off look Perth had, Andre figured it could take a few tries before Andre could get the man to remember anything he said.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"What?" Perth seemed to snap out of it at the sound of the other person's voice though he didn't seem to have quite caught the words themself. "What was that?" He tilted his head to the side and he seemed somewhat more attentive though still a bit off in some other thought at current- the werecat had fond, and even somewhat bitter memories of the one who turned him. There were odd moments after that, such as waking up on a stranger's hearth completely naked with a dead bird in your mouth and then the random times where there was the need to lick oneself clean- they were odd, confusing times that were similar in thier strangeness as perhaps puberty or such things but that was many years ago and Perth was generally a functioning being with the exception of the presence of catnip and the sight of dangling string, other than that he was fine.

[haleyislame]

Dipping his head so his hair hid his face, Andre managed to conceal his amused grin. Recollecting his features, Andre looked back up and repeated patiently, “I said, I choose Music.”

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Oh... and your next choice is either Holy, Flare, or Summoning. In Holy you learn all those good magics that have to do with light and healing, Flare is more along the lines of Dark magic and a large quantity of offensive spells, and then Summoning is rather self explanitory." He nodded to Andre as he turned the massive wheel in front of him that would have turned the ship but it did no such thing, the large thing moved with a mind of it's own it seemed and Perth seemed to be unalarmed by such a fact though with his random zoning out, one could guess he hadn't noticed.

[haleyislame]

Andre, who had zoned out himself watching the prow of the boat part the dark water, snapped his head back into reality soon enough to hear his next options. Mulling it over, Andre decided he never had a thinkg for dark magics, not since he had been accused of such a thing ‘back in the day’. Summoning didn’t sound like much fun. Also, if he happened to summon something that had the same attitude as Perth was giving him, he felt as though the whole class would be a fluke. “Holy.” He nodded, crossing his arms against the chilly weather.