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Arashi · Jan 11, 2017

She'd barely been able to focus through her classes. It was a tad horrifying, how absentminded she'd been all day, but Alouette couldn't quite figure out what to do and it was truly bothering her. She'd already gone through the friends she'd made in her classes, and just the other day had resorted to politely prodding the students living in the dorms on either side of her own room. To her surprise and utter frustration, a large portion of those she asked didn't take magic classes, while the ones that did were studying fields completely opposite to what she was looking for. Alouette needed someone to teach her magic- her father had warned her that she couldn't move forward in her studies of the family summoning techniques if she didn't build on the foundation she already had-, but all she'd done was strike out in her search.

The moment the school day was over, she rushed out of the classroom and headed toward the administration wing. She was hoping that the office workers could help her- there had to be a database with all of the teachers and the subjects they taught. On her way, however, she nearly tripped over herself as she overheard a pair of older students talking about one of their professors. Glancing around and swiftly changing directions to trail after the duo, Alouette tried not to look too suspicious while listening in; the man apparently taught a class on arcane magic, and from the tone of the students, he was well-liked. It was almost like a light bulb went off above Alouette's head, her excitement easily visible on her features as she veered away from the other students. She started on her way to the administration wing once more, though her steps were surer, less worried, this time. She had a name and a destination, but aside from asking, all she could do was hope that this Professor Mortii wouldn't mind taking her on in addition to whatever other classes he taught.

It was the work of ten minutes to find the man's office, and luckily enough, she would be in time to make his office hours, which had been posted to the side of the closed door. She'd rushed straight from class- she still had on her academy winter uniform, the high school uniform the emblem's five stars denoting her as an 11th grade student, and the panda-style hair clips she favored to keep her hair from distracting her-, so at least her haste wasn't wasted. Absently smoothing down her skirt, she paused to even her breathing, oddly nervous when just moments before she'd been elated. Shrugging off her nerves, Alouette knocked three times, eyeing the door while mentally preparing for how she'd word her request.

@Vinny

Vinny · Jan 12, 2017

Teaching a variety of different courses at the university was no simple task. Zera Mortii was constantly on the move, changing classes, stopping at his office for only brief periods of time and returning home only during the evenings. His daughters did not mind, both of them were students at the university anyway, they came and went from his office all the time. This time was no different, yet despite how ordinary an event it was, it did not change the heady tension in the room.

This was it, Zera thought, the final battle between them. Win or lose, Zera had done his best. His forces had fought bravely against Frejya's own and it was only a matter of time before their armies clashed in one, last, triumphant conflict. A bead of sweat trickled down his nose just as the same dripped from Freyja's finger. She held it carefully over her target, Zera felt his blood run cold, was this it? Was this the moment that he had been preparing himself for since the two girls came into being?

She hesitated, not daring to look at her father's face, not that he would belie any hint to her. She had to master this on her own. She was the oldest (by three seconds) and had an example to set to her sister. She brushed velvet-black hair out of her ice-blue eyes and moved... the wrong piece. Her knight moved just in line for his bishop which he had cleverly snuck into position a few turns beforehand. He grinned at her and she sighed.

"How close was I?" She demanded, rubbing her face with a cloth. Zera glanced down at the massacre of a chessboard.

"Honestly? Had you moved your rook here, it would have been over." He said, pointing at the pieces in question. She let out a groan of exaspiration.

"You gotta be kidding how did- oh! You lured me in with the blasted queen! Damn it dad." She swore, and crossed her arms. He burst into deep, throaty guffaws of laughter and she couldn't help but grin.

"You did good sweetheart, next time, eh?" He said, just as a knock came to the door. Freyja raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. "I don't have any appointments." He said, shaking his head. She steeled herself and marched to the door, throwing it open with a bang.

Freyja was a good six feet tall and despite her slender and according to those who dare not say it in front of her father; sensual, frame- she was built to kill with her bare hands. She stared down at the young woman who stood at the door.

"You got an appointment?" She demanded, Zera rising, his hand outstretched.

"F-freyja, be nice..."

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Arashi · Jan 12, 2017

She didn't know what she was expecting. Naturally, at a school filled with all sorts of creatures, appearances varied greatly from one individual to another. Also taking into consideration that people's perceptions of themselves were always changing, and it was doubly understandable that appearances weren't always a clear indication of what was beneath. Still, the loud laughter she could hear even through the door nearly had her jumping where she stood, as did the suddenly very open door.

Alouette hadn't been keeping up appearances to her nosy, oftentimes outright malicious extended family for years without learning a little something, however, so she she expertly hid her surprise and maintained a fairly even expression. It helped that the woman- the tall, tall, woman- very instantly rubbed Alouette the wrong way. Had anyone that knew her well been around, they would've seen the imagined fur prickling up from the indignant, absolutely insulted cat that was Alouette. It didn't even matter that this woman was both physically intimidating and gave off the aura of someone who wouldn't hesitate to rip someone to pieces with their bare hands, Alouette was angry, and angry Alouette was not a nice Alouette.

"I apologize, madam, but I didn't know you needed an appointment for open office hours. I truly hope you can excuse my utterly deplorable lack of knowledge, but unless you are the professor I have come with a request for, I don't quite see how it's any of your thrice-damned business." She murmured, her French accent growing ever heavier with each sickly sweet word. "I suppose a student in need isn't quite important enough, then? Though-" Here, she made a visible show of looking Freyja up and down and appearing rather unimpressed with what she seemed to find. "- maybe you are being helped. Bad grades you can't possibly go to daddy with, so you're here for a little... extra credit, hm?" Her tone made it quite clear what she was implying.

And yet, even with that, Alouette's temper continued to simmer. She hadn't been this angry in ages, not since one of her cousins had implied that it was her mother's fault that her older brother had been born without magic. The reminder of that particular memory merely served to further foul up Alouette's mood, though, and her next words were completely in French and devolved into what sounded very distinctly like eloquently worded insults, particularly to the woman's manners- or lack thereof.

wahhhh, i'm sorry i'm so terrible with insults :pathetic:

not used to writing them ;;;;;

Vinny · Jan 13, 2017

Zera just sat there, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was not sure what to say, at all. He just kind of saw the world swirl in front of him, that and the life of his career flash before his eyes. Freyja was going to kill this girl. Her uniform screamed that she was a high school student. Gods above and below he had no idea how to stop Freyja when she went on a spree. Last time she leveled several large trees before she finally calmed down. He started to rise to his feet, holding his hand out.

Freyja on the other hand had her hands on her hips. She narrowed her eyes, her lip twitching at the impressive tirade that came from the girl. She threw her head back and let out a long and loud laugh, not unlike her fathers. "Well damn! I've never been chewed out like that before! Shite!" Freyja slapped her thigh and threw her thumb back at Zera. "You got business with my old man? Go right on ahead, you earned it." She said, chuckling and wiping a tear from her eye. "Daha ha ha aamn..." She laughed, shaking her head.

Zera facefaulted comically, his head striking his desk, to which he groaned at the pain. He rested his hands on the back of his head and tried to process what just happened. Deciding it would be best to keep up appearances, he sat up, a nice red mark on his forehead. He smiled, a small tear in the corner of his right eye, and tried to look like nothing just happened.

"Y-yes. Hello! Welcome! C-come on in!"

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eternal flailing

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