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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 13, 2008 1:45:49 GMT -5
Professor De'ath, 20 year old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the Academy was, as usual, not anywhere where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be writing up class plans, and homework, and all that other crap that doesnt matter in his class. Lesson plans and what not.
Blech, Jack though to himself. It was a pointless approach to his particular field. He found, in his own experience, that it was easier to defend ones self when one was actually in danger.
"Yes, thats an excellent lesson plan. Kill all the students." Jack sniggered to himself.
He was walking the grounds, smoking his herb wrapped in a special leaf. He wore black leather boots, as well as black pant, and a black tunic. His hood was up, and the hilt of his sword was easily visible. He looked like a satanic monk at a funeral. he took sort light steps to give the appearance that he was floating, instead of walking.
As he walked he thought about how he learned to defend himself, and began running over a basic spell list, as well as several beginner weapons forms.
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Post by Analynda Tryggvasen on Jul 13, 2008 2:09:53 GMT -5
Ana wasn't usually one to wonder around the school for no apparent reason but that evening seemed to be the opportune time. The sun was setting and it was about time to go out for a nice bountiful hunt for some blood. But perhaps a walk around the grounds wouldn't hurt too much.
Making her way out of the cafeteria room doors to the back of the school, she took in an unnecessary breath of fresh air. For some reason even though she didn't have to, it seemed almost nice to be human again; especially since she hadn't in such a long time. The sun on the horizon looked as if someone's potion had gone awry in the sky. Imagining the faces on a Conally dork while they looked, stunned, at their cauldron was more than enough to make her snicker in enjoyment.
Then someone's voice caught her sensitive ears. While they were keen the two words she could hear the clearest were "kill" and "students." She couldn't have said it better herself. Ana wore an embroidered deep red and black corset that cut her midriff finely, a short black skirt that came far above school standards, a pair of ebony stockings and a pair of blood red heels that brought her height up a good two inches. Her hair was its usual dark black and was worn loose around her shoulders mainly for effect rather than anything else.
Finally reaching the man, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave a crimson lipped smirk. "I hope you're not meaning me. Though I'd love to help. Who're ya gonna kill?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 13, 2008 2:38:47 GMT -5
Jack looked up from under the cowl of his hood, the smoke flowing from beneath it, like a ghostly veil. His green eyes flashed up and down, then around, and he turned around, taking in the area. This was good stuff, he thought to himself, as he looked at his blunt. He gently plucked the cherry off it, and tossed it into the wet grass where it went out with a faint 'hisssss'.
He tucked the left over blunt neatly away in one of his inside pockets, as he replied, "Killing students? Oh goodness, well it could happen this year. No better way to learn than the real thing, right?" He took one more good look around, cursing himself for not being more aware. he is the DADA Teacher. He needed to be on guard all the time.
But the herb was soooooo good, he just couldnt help himself. He scratched his goatee as he pulled himself back to the current realm of thought and time, and took a good look at Ana, and how tall she looked. He shifted so he stood feet at shoulder width apart, with his arm resting on his sword blade, as if it were an arm to a chair.
"And shouldnt you be doing homework or something? Rather than sneaking up on teachers, especially when they dont have anything to do..." He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
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Post by Analynda Tryggvasen on Jul 24, 2008 14:43:01 GMT -5
"Don't have anything to do?" Ana smirked a little. Apparently what he was smoking was getting to his head because he didn't look like he was anywhere near where he was supposed to be, let alone when he was supposed to be. As the sun crossed over the horizon, the dark began to creap upon them like a thick blanket to keep a child warm in the winter. Yet this blanket was something Ana loved to be under. It was when she was the strongest.
"You're the Defence teacher, am I right?" she asked, walking forward a few steps and watching as he straightened himself up. He seemed to emphasize the fact that he had a sword but she doubted it would do any good against a creature like her. Especially not her. It would take a lot to behead her let alone get anywhere near to kill her.
Ana took a few more steps forward, starting to circle him. She wanted to taunt him, to see where his breaking point was. She wanted to see where his point of breaking was located and, more than that, she wanted to break it. It was one of her games she liked to play and just because he was a professor didn't mean he was an exception. "How do you defend yourself against a creature stronger than yourself? Do you attempt to kill it or die?" she almost hissed as she moved behind him, seeing if he was the real deal. "Either way you're going to die at least. So tell me, Professor, what would you do?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 25, 2008 19:27:14 GMT -5
Jack smiled at her game. He played with a small silver ring on his index finger, as he realized what she was. A Vampyre. Excellent. He had been training his whole life...but ahhh, she was a student. Of course. He sighed to him self, green eyes burning from under the cowl of his hood.
"How does one kill something stronger than themselves? An excellent question. And I am afraid you will have to attend class to discover the answer." he said with a slight smirk. He continued to toy with his ring.
He began to circle as did she, playing her game back at her. He knew A Vampyres weaknesses. Steak to the heart, beheading, fire, sunlight, crosses all that jazz. It was a good thing that he was prepared.
That was something his last mentor had taught him. 'Be prepared for anything. Wee beasties prowl, and not being prepared could mean your life.' He flipped those words over in his mind, making a mental check list of all the stange hidden weapons he had on his person.
He smiled as he threw his arms out wide. "Do you really wish to push your luck? Or should i just throw your ass into detention?"
As he spoke, the winds kicked up and his hood flew back revealing the long black hair. His heavily muscled arms still out straight, almost inviting a shot.
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