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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 9, 2009 20:27:44 GMT -5
"M'kay, then.... Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery?" He asked, not bothering to explain them this time, though almost without exception- people had no clue what dragoon was and he was expecting to have to explain it aaaany moment now. He waited enthusiastically. If you didn't catch the sarcasm there, then you need to work on that.
Perth yawned and a pair of sharp canines were visible, some small trace of his feline-ness that seemed to remain, which raised the question on if he could selectively allow different cat-like features to remain by will. Interesting thing that could be inquired about later.
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Post by haleyislame on May 9, 2009 21:14:04 GMT -5
Going back to playing with the wooden outline of a soldier in his pants pocket, Andre thought about the options. Frowning slightly, he felt the early puppet getting soggy; no use to keep working on it if it was water logged, though he couldn’t bring himself to dispose of it yet. Thievery and ‘Samurai’ seemed self explanatory, but… dragoon? He figured it had to do with dragons… and therefore summoning. Andre’s slight frown grew a tad when he was again brought back to his train of thought of summoning a beast that wouldn’t obey a command. However, Dragoon could also be unrelated to that entirely. “Would dragoon possibly be related to any sort of dragon?” He ventured. Thinking back to his childhood, he was often told stories of evil dragons and the curses they put on land (the myths of his time being mythical creatures such as dragons were the ones to cause natural disasters).
Tapping his chin, Andre shrugged. “If it does, don’t bother with it. I’ll just take thievery.” Samurai... from his history lessons he vaguely recalled them being sword-wielding warriors. Andre regarded his body frame. It was quite the opposite of someone who would be found holding weaponry, so… no use for that option, now, was there?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 9, 2009 22:09:21 GMT -5
((Then I should have chosen Makashi as his teacher. XD That would be a shocker.))
"Dragoon is dragon- or even just large winged animal- riding and I'm assuming you'll be chosing Puppetmaster over Survival class?" He ventured, not even bothering to look towards the student as the ship continued on it's course and then he tried his shot at conversation, "You know what? This damned school has never given me a female student- almost got one once... but dammit!" he shook his head, looking quite unhappy at the moment. He shook his head as if thinking it a shame he didn't get some skinny waisted, large breasted, sweet voiced student who didn't mind giving herself to him. See, that would be a fun class to teach, he imagined what class would be like with such a student and he felt his mouth water slightly at the thought and so he quickly dismissed such thoughts right now- not wanting to have to explain anything exceptionally awkward. He pressed his forehead against the large wheel that should have been used to steer the ship, but of course it was already realized that the ship had a mind of it's own that hopefully was sending it to Twilight Moon Academy.
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Post by haleyislame on May 9, 2009 22:27:39 GMT -5
Throughout his explanation, Andre’s frown became something like a grimace. Flying on those monsters? Like that would ever happen by choice; he’d stick with thievery, thank-you-very-much. Granted, Andre didn’t like any of that mess of classes much at all: but you win some, you lose some. He definitely won some with the next class option. Andre’s green eyes brightened some and he took on an expectant look. “I would like to take puppeteering, Je tiens beaucoup!” He switched over to French on accident.
While he found it a bit odd that they would know of him working with puppets, Andre figured because this was a school shrouded with magical beings of the like, someone may have reported on him. But he found it odd (and a little creepy) nonetheless. With his sudden perked curiosity, Andre didn’t even notice his mentor’s attention wander to other things until he commented on the wanting of a girl student. And when he saw Perth put his head against the wheel, Andre focused back, giving the weary-looking man a look of concern.
“Tu vas bien?” he ventured, unsure of whether or not Perth would snap at him. Choosing his next words carefully, Andre added, “If you want a girl so badly, why don’t you fetch one yourself instead of waiting for the school to assign you one?”
A quick run over in his head with that sentence made Andre wince. What he said probably just implied kidnapping of some sort. Whoops. Though, with Perth looking quite preoccupied, he probably didn’t even hear Andre speak.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 9, 2009 23:18:19 GMT -5
Perth looked up at Andre for a few moments, his expression calm, "Well I tried that before, and she chose to switch teachers behind my back- after I saved her ungrateful life and everything." He said, shaking his head in disbelief. He could admit that nearly letting the other teacher- the one the student was supposed to have- drown wasn't the best way to make an impression but Gavin had been acting unneccesarily rude and he was an annoyance anyways, and always trying to stop Perth from getting things done, and when we say 'things' what we really mean is 'teh ladehs' thank you. Basically Gavin disapproved of Perth's method of things and general life style and was very effective at letting everyone else know by means of thwarting various plots and schemes of the werecat. Perth harumfed and looked out over the water, seeing the tall spires of Twilight Moon Academy just coming into view.
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Post by haleyislame on May 10, 2009 9:25:06 GMT -5
While Perth was explaining, Andre figured that he really didn’t mind Perth being so snappy. Sure, Andre felt as though the teacher hated him from the moment he saw him (the most likely reason being that he was without breasts or being able to reproduce through sexual implications), but he found Perth amusing in a cynical sort of way. Andre decided that he probably shouldn’t mention that aloud. However, what Andre meant to say was get a woman himself, not a student per se, but with a man/ cat/ being like Perth, she probably wouldn’t be in the safest hands. Again, he chose not to voice his opinions.
Smiling slightly when Perth hunched over the wheel like a small child having a pout session, Andre followed his eyes to see the looming building of Twilight Moon Academy.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 10, 2009 9:42:01 GMT -5
Perth yawned a wide feline yawn and kept his gaze affixed to the incoming landmass and he wondered when the ship was to begin slowing down because it certainly showed no signs of such actions, perhaps the Caroline was going to ram into the shore- and Perth had the vague thought in his mind that the ship would not fare too well under such stress. He paused a moment with a curious expression of someone who just realized an oddity. "Why is it that no student ever seems to bring anything with them, no belongings or anything?" He asked, looking towards Andre, more than a bit befuddled, he had never seen or heard of a student bringing luggage and it more than slightly irritated him, because they always ended up having thier expansive teenage wardrobes but they were never under any circumstances it seemed actually carrying those things. He furrowed his brow in thought, trying to cipher it himself. He pondered the idea of maids who went and got the luggage, maids with short skirts with low cut tops, lots of cleavage... lots of leg... yes, that had to be the answer, he decided in the back of his mind. Women were the answer. ((-determinedface-)) Now he had to find out where he could find a decently priced prostitute- one of the many flaws of Twilight Moon Academy was there was a serious lacking of hookers, it kind of made Perth more than a little displeased.
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Post by haleyislame on May 10, 2009 10:18:53 GMT -5
Andre, who’d been thinking the same thoughts about the still fast-moving ship, looked over to Perth when he spoke. Shrugging, Andre answered simply “What use would I have for luggage?” Subconsciously, he handled the wooden soldier in his pocket again, “I always made my own clothes, but I found these in... a…” he had to remember the name of the same place he got his knife, “Salvation Army Store… what are those? Thrift stores?” He pulled on the collar of his hoodie, “Oui, I don’t have much need to carry around clothes when these suit me fine.” Andre hadn’t meant to ramble on like that, but it tended to happen from time to time when he was talking about strange American modern oddities. Such as a thrift store.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 16:38:23 GMT -5
"What happened to the world?" Perth asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, "If thrift stores are a new thing then I'm worried." he commented, shaking his head and then there was a slight chuckle, "I practically lived in one- not much money you understand and I needed my money available for my love, Sophia." He nodded earnestly before looking towards his student with utmost seriousness. "Never has spaghetti been owed anything more beautiful." he smiled wistfully, making mention to a quote from Sophia Loren, herself that most likely nobody would understand. "Then of course there's the beautiful Dorothy Danridge." he smiled, remembering the women he loved so much when he was back home, they were wonderful, beautiful specimens and he regretted missing out on opportunity.
The ship then stopped abruptly, causing Perth to fall against the large wheel and then collapse to the floor, gasping for air that had been so knocked out of his lungs from the structure. "Oh god..." he rasped.
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Post by haleyislame on May 11, 2009 17:56:00 GMT -5
Andre, feeling quite out of it by the mention of thrift stores being not anything new (maybe he did need that history class… oh, no use thinking about it now) listened somberly as Perth talked about his lost loves of the long forgotten past, or some other woe like that. Andre, who had never been interested in anyone, didn’t understand much why Perth was in such a wreck over it.
When the ship came to a sudden, grinding stop, Andre took a fast hold of the railing he’d been leaning forward on. Hearing the groan emitted from his teacher, he looked down. “Monsieur Perth! Êtes-vous bien?” Andre released the railing and knelt down a foot from Perth; a bit concerned at the way Perth struggled for breath, but more than cautious about getting closer. Andre still had the strong feeling he wasn’t a very welcome student for the man, and wouldn't be one for quite some time, if ever.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 18:08:46 GMT -5
"Whatever..." Perth groaned, holding up an item in his hand, a small orange orb on a chain and he held it in Andre's general direction with a small frown on his face. "Take this- it's for you." he said, rubbing his head with his free hand. "Every student gets a gift when they come to Twilight Moon." He explained, scraping himself up off the ground with a less then enthused expression on his face. This trip was not at all fun, and he didn't realize that he was probably acting like he hated his student. Meh, it was just his natural demeanor.
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Post by haleyislame on May 11, 2009 18:23:28 GMT -5
((la-la-la writer's blooock xD)
Giving it a wary look over, Andre carefully accepted the pendant. Holding it up for another moment, Andre glanced down at Perth quickly before slipping it over his head. The orb hit a hard lump- his cross necklace- as it hung against his breast plate. He continued to look at it as he addressed Perth, “Why this?” Which could have gone two ways. Either it could have meant ‘why give me such a nice gift’ or ‘my god, if I wear this, what’s going to happen to me.’
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 18:42:50 GMT -5
"It'll glow when there's a threat nearby, most of the time at least." He shrugged, "Sometimes it won't though I'm not sure why but it should keep you generally in the realm of okay." He admitted, shrugging slightly before looking towards the massive campus of Twilight Moon Academy, "Well I think we're done here. Au Revior." There was a quick, respectful bow to Andre and Perth smiled, "See you in class- I'll be your master teacher and if you have any questions, just ask around and you should find me." He headed towards the edge of the ship and jumped to the ground, midair the form of a cat appeared in his place and he landed on his feet before quickly trotting off towards the massive building.
Andre was now free to move about the campus as he wished.
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