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[04 Jun 2003|06:42pm] |
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Arabella waited in the common room for Adrian, lounging on a comfortable chair away from the fire (it made her hair nervous at times).
Strangely, it seemed as though the histrionics class had been going for a long time - and even with time being rather unstable at Suewarts to begin with, it felt as though she'd been waiting for the class to finish for days. She glanced over at the young elf woman, the only other person to remain in the common room for any length of time. She was obviously involved in the book she was reading...now there was an idea. Arabella got up and sauntered across to the Hadesian common room bookshelf to find herself something entertaining to peruse.
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[21 May 2003|04:59pm] |
With class over, Kalina headed back to the Hadesian common room. She found herself an armchair near the fire and curled up with a book on comparative lethalities of an assortment of weapons of mass destruction, taking note of the comings and goings of individuals. At some point she'd have to go back to talk to the DALA professor about her rather odd predicament with dead presidents. Curling up up with a good book was far more satisfying than having to contend with an unpacked room and having to deal with Nixon.
Kalina pulled out a hip-flask of amaretto and sat sipping the alcohol, looking content.
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[15 May 2003|08:59pm] |
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"I feel like Ryoga," Ranko commented to herself as she passed a picture of a man with a sword several times larger than himself for the fifth time. "I should've at least seen some sort of sign by now. 'Aquisemorty, right here!', or maybe 'Akariman, two lefts and staircase up'. Once I find the place, I'm nailing up some directions."
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[14 May 2003|01:35pm] |
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Kalina looked around at her fellow students and tried smiling at some of them, then felt awkward and decided to scribble in her journal for a bit, pretending to take notes and trying not to be too obvious in checking out the class for potential deviant playmates civilized companionship. And this delightfully pretty professor seemed willing to help as long a Kalina didn't continue disruption. It seemed like a fair deal.
Contrary to what most expected of a rampant Shire Weed fiend, she had a great deal of time for learning. Knowledge was good. You could use to exploit underlings and make them do your bidding. Plus it kept her mind off of the flabby Republican menace.
Speaking of underlings... Kalina looked around and realised there were quite a few younger students around. This was a new sensation. Kalina had always been the youngest of the family. Suddenly she was older than other people. She wouldn't have to beat them up to make them fear her!!! Which was probably good, seeing as there's more of them than me and I don't think I could dispose of that many carcasses if they all decided to gang up on me,' Kalina thought. She smiled at a small dark-haired lad and continued alternating between taking notes and observing her surroundings. Perhaps she'd even talk to someone and have a rational conversation by the end of the day. That would be a novel experience...
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| *the horror.... the horror...* |
[12 May 2003|12:13pm] |
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Kalina was not having a good start to the day. After feeling somewhat nervous and intimidated, she'd managed to befriend Lutetium only to freak the living hell out of the poor girl by having a violent hallucination after smoking some exceedingly potent Shire Weed. The trip proved that the evil entity known only as Deceased Former President Richard Nixon was somewhere nearby and was clearly out to get Kalina.
And she hadn't even turned up for class or finished unpacking yet. She sat next to Lutetium who had evidently seen Kalina's menacing visions and seemed to be suffering some adverse effects from the experience. Kalina felt the need to stay with her out of some kind of loyalty despite only knowing her for a short period. It had little to do with the fact that Kalina had a great view of Lutetium's bosom from where she was sitting.
'What the hell was Daddy thinking, sending me here?' she grumbled internally, plotting on writing her father an exceptionally snarky letter as soon as she could be arsed putting the effort into something. And how the hell was she going to kill something that was already dead?
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[07 May 2003|11:13pm] |
It wasn’t that Jess was normally a short-tempered person.
Or at least, it wasn’t only that she was normally a short tempered person.
It was just that being late and being rushed put her in a really bad mood. And there was something… undignified about schlepping cartons of stuff back and forth with students around to see. Speaking of, the box of cookware was heavy. She’d have to see about getting an office closer to her rooms next year. She was dressed for But really, since when did a girl need a reason for being on her last nerve?
She sighed and reached up to scratch Marguerite between the ears. Pet, fashion accessory, it all worked out to the same thing. The effect would be better pulled off if the oncilla would just lay still and stop digging her claws in to keep her balance. But she was delicate and pretty, and that was what mattered.
Stopping at the office door, Jessamine glanced at the note tacked there: Ms. Banks. Do you plan on making an appearance at all this term? She grinned. That improved her mood a little. The administration was learning. After all, what were they going to do, fire her? Oh, man, she'd have to fall back on her bags and bags of money. Fate worse than death. She laughed to herself as she pulled the note off of the door and crumpled it in one hand.
Then several things happened in quick succession. She lost her one-handed grip on the box. It landed on the floor with a resounding crash and clatter. The cat launched itself from her shoulders and vanished down the hall.
"God damn you, you little bitch!" Jess shouted after it. Little skinbag had left claw marks in her blouse! And her shoulder, too, but it was the clothes that pissed her off. She took a running step after it, but then she stopped and shrugged. Kitty would turn up again sooner or later. She had work to do and an image to maintain. Neither of those would be helped much by chasing her cat around the entire castle.
But, she reflected as she stooped to repack the spilled box, she was going to kill the first person who said anything about starting the term with a bang.
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| Bitch, Whine and Snark - Sensui Yuri: Week 1, Monday, 8:00am (elective) |
[07 May 2003|07:58am] |
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The dungeon room was large and impersonal, dominated at one end by a huge screen, under which sat a quietly forbidding desk with a lecture podium, computer and overhead projector.
Class had been scheduled to begin a few minutes ago, and the students fidgeted restlessly in their seats in expectation. The Malfoy twins sat quietly in the front row, hands folded politely, that odd potion-induced calm settled disturbingly around their persons and strongly encouraging everyone else to sit far, far away. Other students muttered softly amongst themselves in quiet conversation, while still others preened elegantly in vain attempts to attract attention to themselves, but almost all of them occasionally sent varying levels of nervous glances to the office door in the far front corner, wondering when the professor would make her entrance.
Suddenly, the office door slammed open, banging against the damp dungeon wall with a resounding crash, and Professor Sensui stalked her way to the desk at the front of the room. Her long black river of hair cascaded violently behind her as she strode across the classroom, deep orchid eyes flashing in self-righteous fury, and slapped something down on the overhead projector.
( Overhead - Definitions )
( Explanations and extra credit. )
( Overhead - Grading Criteria )
( Still more bitchiness, and, of course, Itsuki. )
"So," she said, in a bored sort of voice. "Any questions?"
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| Enter the psychobitch... |
[06 May 2003|03:07pm] |
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Kalina entered the hadesian common room, looking around nervously. She was new and feeling uncertain and trying not to come across as too much of a psychotic vixen just yet.
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[29 Apr 2003|03:38pm] |
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Having conveyed the professor to the infirmary, in the company of those who had remained, Arabella watched as the nurse attempted (very carefully) to revive him. The nurse's efforts were somewhat hampered by the long leather strap binding the professor, its warded length preventing anything other than the smallest movements on his part.
Arabella hovered at the back of the group, ready to leave should the professor find her presence too disturbing. No-one knew if he was still affected by whatever mysterious influences had caused him to act in this way. A star-struck Flammisari who had been wandering past, and was craning to get a look at the bound Palazzo had jumped when she'd mentioned looking around his rooms. She's bounced off before Arabella had a chance to warn her that perhaps Zurvan wouldn't like people pawing about his personal space while he was unconscious...
Actually, a large crowd was gathering at the door to the infirmary, as word spread that Zurvan Palazzo was lying bound in black leather in there. People stood on tiptoes trying to catch a glimpse, and a few flashbulbs popped, bathing the room briefly in intense flashes of almost blinding light.
Finally the nurse turned to the crowd at the door, patience exhausted.
"Get OUT, all of you! Now! This is the hospital wing, not a viewing gallery," and so saying began to shoo the disappointed students out the door. While her back was turned, Arabella though she saw Zurvan's eyelids fluttering...
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[27 Apr 2003|03:34pm] |
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"I'll do it! I'll perform the Curse if you don't leave us alone!"
Adrian took another step towards the professor. "He doesn't realize that I can't do the spell."
"Just calm down." He stretched out his hand, staring Zurvan in the eyes. "His guard is down..." Suddenly, the boy let out a yell.
"Stupefy!"
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[26 Apr 2003|09:59am] |
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Zurvan awoke with a start.
Unlike many of the denizens of Suewarts, Zurvan was not prone to nightmares. Even when he didn't feel well, he didn't get them. In fact, he could never remember dreaming.
Where had the night gone?
He held his hand to his temple. Sleep hadn't helped. That horrible throbbing pain still shot through his head like gunfire. Why was this happening?
The blond professor forced himself out of bed. His legs nearly gave out on him then. He leaned against the wall, catching himself. Then he managed a slow shuffle to his closet, where he chose out his clothes. Dressing was a true struggle, ending in a collision with the floor, but he eventually prevailed.
The next step: Leaving the room.
Zurvan forced his legs into a clumsy walk, still relying on the wall to support his weight. He jerked open the door and found two notes on his door.
One was a note from Tristan, and it regarded the dragons. So it looked like he'd be able to get one. Good, he thought. I was wondering about that. I'll look up the information later.
The second was much less interesting. It was written by himself the previous night.
He removed both of them from the door and tossed them onto his table. He'd sort them out later. He then shut the door.
Zurvan felt a little stronger now. He shied away from the wall and found that he could walk without it. Not gracefully, but it was better than nothing.
"Professor? Are you all right?"
He turned to look at the one who had called him. Just some Flammasari, he noted. She looked up at him with concern in her eyes.
"Maybe you should lie down. Here, I'll help--"
"Ten points from Flammasari for being a worthless little cocktease," Zurvan snarled, then walked away.
The words sunk in. The girl screamed.
Was the professor acting...
...out of character?
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[26 Apr 2003|10:01am] |
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Darakjian was annoyed.
Annoyed was perhaps too mild a word for the emotion currently coursing through her veins. Enraged might be more apt, or incensed. Whatever label was put on the emotion, it was strong enough to require immediate meditation.
She sat cross-legged on the floor of her office, staring at the flickering flame of a candle, attempting to force her chaotic mind into some sort of order. Calm, clear water, she thought, calm, clear, blue water, rippling gently under a slight breeze...Damn it at hell!
After the disappearing incident, she had found herself in the woods on the other side of Suewarts. Since no one was around to come to her rescue, she had been forced to hike in her soft-soled slippers for almost two hours. And then, she had nearly been killed when something that appeared to be Suewarts' spire fell from the sky and landed, spike down, less than 2 feet in front of her.
She could even have handled that with poetic grace and aplomb, if not for the surprise that was waiting for her when she stopped by her office to check her messages. Among the forgettable names of students that had signed up for her class were two written in glittery pink ink.
Mary Kate. Ashley.
The Malfoy girls were signed up for Flowery Prose. It was enough to drive a Vulcan to cry.
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[24 Apr 2003|02:51pm] |
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Arabella walked through Suewarts, seeking the office of Marancia, her Head of House.
She eyed a young student with shining blue-black hair, dressed in Hadesian colours, who was stalking down the hallway towards her.
"Mmmm...a first year, I think? They might not know much more about the layout of Suewarts than I do." she thought. "Still, they're the first Hadesian I've seen so far today, and I do need to find Marancia's office."
Having made up her mind, she glided towards the boy. Flashing him a wicked smile, she introduced herself.
"Hello. I am Arabella DeVice, and I believe that we're in the same house. As I have just transferred here from Suestrang, I find myself at something of a...geographical disadvantage. Do you know where I could find the office of our Head of House?"
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[23 Apr 2003|01:41pm] |
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Arabella looked curiously and somewhat approvingly around the Hadesian common room, her ebony black hair floating in the slight breeze, and her deep green and silver flecked eyes flashing. As most students were attending classes at present, she was able to take in all the details of the home of snark and evilness she would be staying in from now on.
The private sorting ceremony conducted last night in Headmistress Mary's office had kept her up late - her trip from Suestrang had been long and arduous, and to make matters worse the driver was simply too dull to bother with.
This...Suewarts had a very different air from her previous school of Suestrang. Suestrang had attained a somewhat dark reputation - rumours abounded that they not only taught DALA, but in fact actually taught...The Logical Arts. Arabella was feared among her classmates in Suestrang - many said that her private tuition with the Defence Against the Logical Arts teacher had taught her to use the terrible 'Adava Kanondavra' curse - the one curse able to retun a Sue to her original canon existence - most of the time this resulted in the Sue completely vanishing altogether.
In any case, she looked forward to meeting her housemates, and was especially curious about the Suewarts DALA teacher. After making sure her bags were adequately dealt with, she swept out of the room, a disturbing smile settling on her lips as she went in search of something...suitably interesting.
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| The Plan |
[21 Apr 2003|08:02pm] |
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Zurvan looked about the Great Hall, trying to ignore Alexander's insane ramble. He needed to find the cause of it. He looked and looked and then... There they were!
He steeled his courage, then approached them.
"Excuse me," he said.
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[21 Apr 2003|09:43pm] |
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Marancia was not the type of person to give a damn about anyone else unless it benefitted her, but she was decidedly concerned. One of the Hadesian students was acting very out of sorts. She tried to maintain at least a passing familiarity with the students in her house, and whereas he'd never been sullen evil, he'd certainly never been.... perky.
Then she remembered that he was another of the vampiric students. But surely he wouldn't have been so incredibly stupid as to drink from one of those horrid Malfoy beasts. She wondered if she had any equipment back on the Charlotte de Berry that would filter the taint out of his system or if that would be a task best left to potions or magic or some other asinine thing they kept around here.
If it was true that he had fed off of one of those girls, she would certainly have to lecture him about showing common sense - Evil cannot afford to be stupid.
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| Squeeeee! |
[22 Apr 2003|01:58am] |
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Alexander skipped happily into the Great Hall, his lovely shiny pink shirt and white jeans ever so cool and shiny and happy and...oh, everything. And there wasn't any nasty angsty black polish on his nails, and they were all glittery pink and sparkly and lovely!
He felt so happy and joyous that he just had to kiss several of the people who were in there already, giving then huge smacking kisses on the cheek and then giggling happily at their confusion. They were all just so cute! And nice! Like EVERYONE!
He bounced happily *he was happy, okay?* over to the Hadesians who regarded him with a look of horror
He scampered happily over to the teachers and told them all how lovely they were and how happy he was to be here and how everyone was just way to cool!
He sounded like some sort of deranged Valleygirl on speed. Well, it was worse than that. Experimentation and the drinking of the potent greenish Mary-Kate (or was it Ashley) blood had done weird weird things to him. He was...like them now. He had been...assimilated...
Alexander didn't notice  adrian_elsbeth taping him with a video camera. He didn't notice anything at all apart from how lovely everyone was, and how shiny they all were and how he loved each and every one of them! Ah! It was just far far too cool! It so was!!!!!
'I LuV U Guyz! U r liek so KEWLZ!'
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