Oh, come on! Really?!

Jacques · Jun 10, 2014

Farid leaned back in his seat and yawned. While he used algebra and rudimentary math on a regular basis in his programming classes, actually sitting through an algebra course bored him greatly. Looking down at his journal, where he was supposed to be taking notes, he started doodling random stick figures to pass the boring lecture.

"Shouldn't you be doing something more important, like paying attention to your teacher?" a voice scolded in almost a yawn.

"Don't call me out! You sound just as bored as I am!" Farid rolled his eyes, and looked down at the floor expecting to see the misty figure of the vulpine spirit Aiuccio, yet saw nothing there. Looking back up to keep doodling, the young man almost jumped out of his seat when he saw the smoky image of the spirit laying on his desk, looking like as if he too were bored.

"I am as bored as you are. The only difference is that I don't have an irate math teacher looking at me" the spirit said with a chuckle, before yawning again and disappearing out of Farid's sight for the moment, leaving the young man facing several odd looks from his classmates, and a rather irate looking teacher.

((Please note that only Farid can see Aiuccio normally.))

Critical · Jun 10, 2014

There was an unintended side effect to Jacob fully learning how to utilize his new sword abilities, and thus forming a greater bond with his sword: He now carries the blade just about everywhere he went. His Father had said that Jacob had finally formed that special, mysterious bond a warrior had with his weapon. Jacob had no real other explanation for it, as he normally would have at least one other idea to explain the situation away, so he had to stick with it. Besides that, Jacob was also becoming much more accustomed to his new found identity as a innately masterful swordsman, and having his still unnamed sword at his side just felt natural.

One thing that readily changed with his new attitude was that his classes were generally a little more disciplined. After trying to have his sword on his hip like a samurai or on his back like a cool guy, Jacob went back and just stuck with carrying it. So in class, he typically laid the intimidating weapon across the top of his desk, as if leaving a constant reminder that he still had it to his students.

It would also seem the first opportunity to use his Big Stick had come.

While lecturing the class on matrices, a dark-skinned young man had been noticeably mumbling to himself. Jacob tried to ignore it, but he found it difficult. So as he continued to read from his lesson notebook, Jacob casually grabbed his sheathed sword and walked over to the young man. He apparently took no notice until he, for some reason, jumped out of his seat.

"Did I scare you, Farid? Trust me when I say I don't want to use my sword on disruptive students. But..."

Jacques · Jun 10, 2014

Really, Farid didn't know which was worse; his classmates thinking he had problems or the teacher walking towards him with a sword. Either way, it didn't really seem to help the bewildered look on his face.

"N-no sir, you didn't scare me, just an unexpected text message, that's all," he stammered, before reaching into his right pocket to turn off his cellphone, which hadn't really gone off at all, but it was on vibrate, so the no one would really know. However, as he pulled his hand out, his ring got caught on the edge of the pocket, sliding off his finger, a faint ding sounding as it clattered on the tile floor. Farid cringed a little, hesitating to pick the gold band up off the floor.

Critical · Jun 10, 2014

"I thought this was common knowledge now. Silence your phone in class."

Jacob was old to know when cell phones in class were not even a problem due to their lack of existing or common presence, which then evolved into them being a big problem due to their increased presence, and then a slight non-issue as they gained universal ubiquity. Still, like being quiet in a library, he thought it was just common courtesy to silence the things. No one was really expecting them to be turned off completely.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen--"

In the middle of his warning, wherein he waved the handle of his sword cautiously at Farid, the young man dropped something from his pocket. The ring could not even managed a second ding before Jacob had scooped it up and handed it back to him. After all his training, Jacob found it a lot easier to summon his immense speed without his usual calming ritual now.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again. This is your only warning."

With that and a stern look, Jacob returned to the front of the class and restarted his lecture. And he was serious about the only warning. Jacob was generally a nice teacher, but he hated interruptions.

Jacques · Jun 10, 2014

((Also, while no one but Farid can see Aiuccio under normal circumstances, Aiuccio can still mess with things and make the place appear that it is haunted.))

Simply nodding as he slipped his ring back on his finger, a wave of relief washed over Farid as Mr. Cunningham walked back to the front of class. It wasn't the first time he had seen the teacher get on to someone, or the first time to have a teacher get on to him, but seeing Mr. Cunningham all irate like that made him uneasy.

"That was almost entertaining, although the sword was a bit of an extreme touch" Aiuccio remarked, appearing once more on top of Farid's desk. Farid simply frowned at the fox spirit, and started actually doing his notes.

"Oh, come now, Farid. I didn't mean to get you into trouble like that," the spirit said, vanishing and reappearing draped around Farid's neck like a fur pelt, a playful grin spread over his face, "I think I can turn that frown around. Just watch now."

Farid merely rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on the rest of Mr. Cunningham's lecture on matrices as the mischievous fox spirit simply waltzed up through the aisle of desks, intentionally knocking binders and journals with his tail as he passed; nobody could see the spirit except Farid, so he didn't really care.

Stopping about the middle of the room, the fox spirit looked back and winked at his friend, who simply acted like nothing was wrong and kept writing, essentially ignoring him. Undeterred, the fox spirit slinked over behind the teacher, and to his large desk. Nothing interesting here.... he thought after examining the top the desk; just papers, some pencils and pens, nothing he could use. And then his eyes fell on a Sharpie, causing an even more devious thought to crawl into the fox spirit's mind...

Shifting from his natural shape of a fox to the shape of a human hand, the mischievous uncapped the permanent marker, and moved closer to the teacher. Farid looked on and simply shook his head, trying very hard not to laugh at the fox spirit's antic.

((The only thing Jacob is going to see is a floating Sharpie marker coming toward him... Feel free to react however you please))

Critical · Jun 10, 2014

The sounds of falling books got Jacob to glance away from the white board momentarily, but otherwise he kept up with his lecture. Students moving their belongings around or rustling around in their bags was nothing new and not worth his attention. It did sound like an inordinate amount of things were falling, but he had taught many a clumsy student and he continued to ignore the minor distraction.

While in the middle of a matrix transformation, he started to hear what sounded like chuckling and giggling. Specifically, the kind that only came when something naughty was happening behind his back.

"Alright. What's--"

Jacob was greeted by the sight of a floating marker close enough to him that he had to go cross eyes for a moment.

Surprise quickly turned to exasperation, however, and he snatched the marker out of the air and placed it harshly back on the desk. He looked up and around the room, eyeing each student.

"Okay. Who's the joker with telekenesis? Stand up and be seen."

Jacques · Jun 11, 2014

Aiuccio smiled at Farid as he changed back to his normal shape, before vanishing again for the moment, leaving Mr. Cunningham puzzled about who the culprit of the marker prank was. The young man smiled back, and acted like he didn't know anything, putting on a look that was just as confused as the other students.

"See, I told you I would turn your frown around," Aiuccio chuckled, appearing once more draped over Farid's shoulders, giving off the kind of maniacal laugh that meant trouble, "Now, I think I'm gonna have a little more fun before class ends."

Glancing up at the clock from his seat, Farid saw that there wasn't much time in class left, ten minutes at most. But, before he could even give a glare at the mischievous specter, he had already disappeared. What are you planning, Aiuccio? he thought as he looked back up at the front of the class.

Critical · Jun 11, 2014

"Uh uh."

Jacob could just feel that he was going through a grown-up moment. All it took was a glance around the room and he could just TELL that someone in the class thought they had pulled one over on him, and that all the others were sneaking peeks at the clock. He knew what was on their minds.

"Don't look at that clock. No one is leaving this room until I find out who was playing that marker trick."

Closing his textbook with one hand, Jacob started pacing up and down the rows of desks. This time he had left his sword up front because even he knew that carrying it around too much in class would give off the wrong vibe. He was not angry enough to wave it around more just yet. For the time being, he kept up his stern, professional teacher look.

"Just say something. It was one little trick and you won't get in much trouble for it. I just want to nip this little problem in the bud right now before you think of trying something really disruptive."

Jacques · Jun 11, 2014

The olive-skinned young man simply kept his eyes locked on the teacher, following his every movement as he walked up and down the row of desks. Mr. Cunningham wouldn't get anywhere with his search, however... Unless Aiuccio decided to do something really absurd....

Like that! The words exploded into his mind as he caught something out of the corner of his eye... What looked like literal handwriting forming on the wall. Great... It's Latin.... Farid rolled his eyes, because even though he couldn't see the whole thing, written in black marker was the phrase "Merda taurorum animas conturbit", followed by what appeared to be a poem in the same language.

"Ah, yes... I remember meeting Catallus once. Strange fellow, he was," Aiuccio mused, reappearing once more draped over the young man's shoulders, while the rest of the class either started laughing, or looking rather scared, " And that, Farid, was one of his more.... 'Fascinating'.... Poems..."

Critical · Jun 12, 2014

As he paced up and down the rows of desk, waiting for the one little miscreant in his class to speak up, Jacob filled the silence with a mildly rambling speech on the importance of not misusing one's own powers. Because it someone was going to get in trouble, the rest of them might as well learn a lesson or two in maturity.

"... Now that I have this ability with my sword, I finally understand the temptation to frivolously use it. But I wouldn't because that's childish--"

The sound of laughter from his students alerted Jacob to some new trick that was happening behind his back. Unsure if it was something aimed against him, he whipped around and expected something hurtling towards him or a face being made. What he found was worse: writing on the wall. He was too late to catch who or what was making it. So he was left with an entire block of text scribbled on his wall, and he was not happy about it.

"Now that is just straight up vandalism. Whoever is doing this needs to man up and stop playing poltergeist! I don't know what this says..."

He walked up to the vandalized wall and slapped his hand against it.

"... But I'll just assume it's either a pseudo-scary incantation or a joke at my expense. EITHER way..."

Jacob began some serious pacing up and down the desks again.

NO ONE is getting out of here...

As he passed students, he started leaning down and giving them each a stern glare right into their eyes from a much closer distance. When he got to Farid, he held the stare a little longer.

... until I figure out who did this."

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