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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 8:17 pm
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Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryCould he be any more of an idiot? Probably not. Actually yes. Zanexis was an insomniac not by his choosing but by blood. Literally. He was the last living nightmare...alive. So night was his prime time, and in the day he was found either napping or zoned. Unless of course he was in conversation of sorts. When the sound of someone coming into the room echoed gently off the walls and assaulted his ears the nightmare raised slowly from his seat, in a semi-sleep state, and gazed out with dead yellow eyes. He was still slightly asleep when he saw the form of a young man in his class room, at a desk, and no one else. What time was it. He looked at the clock on the far wall to the back. Oh boy, like ten or so minuets until class and no lesson planned yet. "Oh gawd I don't think I have anything planned yet. Uhm...what subject was this again..." He looked at the chalkboard behind him. He had only just signed on. For reasons. "Five page essay on Beethoven then." He said groggily and rubbed his face. He paused with a hand on his mouth. It was like he woke up instantly. "The ******** I come here again? Oh, right. That idiot didn't tell me. I need to beat him with a ******** ruler..." He looked at his new student, as if he had never seen the boy before. "Who're you?"
{OOC- Holy buckets! You're here too?! Haha, awesome! Dart invited me. The silly dearie didn't tell me that our little one on one chari she used was also in here. ^_^ And surprise I see you here too! Glad to hear about the laptop!}
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 8:44 pm
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Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryZanexis eyed the boy for a good while. He didn't feel any fear coming off this kid, and it would take some time until he figured out which of his forms would be best suited to scare the living hell outta the guy. Most youths feared their present or future as they were not yet old enough to have really dirty secrets. "Dog? Oh, I said something earlier. Disregard it, I was asleep. Uhm, write me a self biography as introductions can get bothersome." He replied with a slight wave of the hand. He the stood from his desk and wrote on the board 'Write me an essay about yourself. Include name, age, species, reason you chose this class, and bank account numbers.' Yeah, he really added that last part as some people, namely students, were really gullible. "Call me Fluffy." He was completely serious. Fluffy was a nickname he had received from his parents...right before he scared them to death. It stuck with him.
{OOC- I'll take a look, but I brought in this guy for a specific reason. If things go south though we'll see. My chari has a voice like Jeremy Irons. ^_^ Sexy sexy voice.... }
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 9:08 pm
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Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryHe set the chalk down and turned his attention back...his only student. What a sad state of affairs when an instructor only has one student. Of course the whole curricula was just formed today, and he literally just started teaching today, also there was no such subject matter at the school until...today. "No. I'm the last of my kind. There are several Cerberus mutts out there. Also, I am under the impression you just happened to waltz in here on a whim. My class didn't exist until today so...you're currently my only student. This may be a bother. Alright, tell me what you like about sound, and what is your favorite sound of all." It almost sounded like he knew what he was doing now! Actually, the winds lead him here. They told him that what he had been searching for, for the past several years, was here. But...where? Troublesome indeed.
{OOC- Debating on Martian Royalty student...}
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 10:02 pm
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Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryAhh, the boy was a smart one. Fearless though. What a pain. At least they shared a common interest. Maybe they would get a chance to team up. "Aye. You're talking to the last living nightmare mind you. I know the glory of fright. The symphony of fear is what keeps me alive...er...it's a drug really. I like it." he admitted as he mulled over all the boy had said. He looked over the paper written as well. Then heard an all to familiar voice. He set the paper on his desk and pulled a yard stick out of the desks underneath. He then watched the door, as the other teacher waltzed in his expression was one akin to someone who had just tasted something horribly bitter. Four different times, over centuries. Only one man he had ever actually gotten close to, and the idiot forgot him every time. It was rather upsetting at first. Now it just served to piss Zanexis off. "Honestly. Four times already, this would be your fifth and you STILL ******** CAN'T REMEMBER s**t! You b*****d! You mother ******** a*****e! I give you my heart, my mind, my loathsome nightmare-of-a-body and you STILL FORGET ME?!! His entire demeanor changed from somewhat a mess and boardish to really pissed off. He went about swinging the yard stick at the poor unsuspecting newcomer. Well, he was upset that the only man he ever loved, the only man he'd ever chance around the world for centuries at a time, as he had done for at least a thousand years now, the only man for whom he'd do these things for, had forgotten him for a fifth time. Zanexis was a sadist, he liked causing pain not being caused heartache himself.
{OOC- I shall get to work on my royal student...}
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 7:30 pm
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Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryClaws dug into the face of the nightmare. Oh, that was it. That idiot. That real idiot still didn't get it at all. a**. He took the form of Past, as this form could assume an ethereal, and liquid smoke-like form. "Fool! You are still spouting like that?! I'll kill you then, just to bring you back and kill you again, and again, and again!"Come to think on it, this was the form that he met Amir. He paused when he heard the door close. Taking a look there was no more student. he had a put look on his face. "Oh you b***h. Now look, I have no student left." His tension eased and he slumped into his chair. "I blame you. As always you big idiot."
{OOC- working on it......}
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:55 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:13 pm
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