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Post by AZARAEL HEREDIA on Oct 5, 2011 8:22:45 GMT -5
He had always hated technology. He'd never like it. Never would. Granted, he was one of the younger professors at the academy. But even with that said, technology? It was irritating indeed. Even just now, he had made an attempt to configure the damned thing. And yet? He could find no such thing! It dared to tell him he was wrong! And that alone was enough to irk him. He had thrown the computer off his desk in a fit of rage. The damned thing! A confusing contraption of ... whatever nonsense it was made of. The glass of the screen had shattered. Though, it was then that he realized. That hunk of metal was silver. He wondered if an Occamy would eat it. Oh ho ho, perhaps it was his chance to do an experiment. It would explain why the serpents laid silver eggs.
So here he was now, having had smashed his computer to bits with a hammer. The serpent took the pieces quietly, hissing when the teacher would get too close. It ate the metal quietly, though nearly biting off Azarael's false fingers as well. Angry little things they were. At least, they were if you didn't treat them properly. "Such a good girl. Aren't you Tabatha?" He said softly, stroking the head of the creature silently. She hissed then. Too close. Too bad, the Occamy had already yanked one of his plastic fingers out of it's false socket. He growled, huffing almost angrily. That was the fifth one this week! Surely, Tabatha would have learned by now that it was bad for her digestive system! Agh, such a bad girl.
He bopped her on the head and the large creature hissed. She opened her jaws, tempted to eat the little fleshy. The sharp teeth neared his head, though the door had begun to open. Azarael turned away from the serpent, glancing at the door. A bit too excitedly. People rarely came to visit his class! They were usually frightened off by the fact he had lost a few fingers. And he liked playing with the big and dangerous creatures. It was weird to them, he supposed. But the boring ones. Those were the ones that they wanted to see. And for what? That did nothing! He'd have much rather tamed a phoenix or something of the like. "Hello there." He said in his most formal voice, trying to make himself sound more professional than usual. The jaws neared his head, though the teacher dismissed it.
"Can I help you with something?"
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Post by IMOGEN THORNE on Oct 5, 2011 16:25:01 GMT -5
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Yeah so, we losin' control,
Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown.
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Recently, she had tried to get some of her students to help her figure out a thing called a ‘Peecee’, it was supposed to be far better than a ‘selularfone’. It had a thing called a web – that was nothing like a spider’s web (how misleading), that could answer anything and find any information that you needed (like a library!). She was quite curious about this thing, she wanted to see one and then figure out how it worked. It would be fun! And according to her students, one of the other professors actually owned one. But for some strange reason, they were a bit leery about this professor. Mo never stopped to ask them why, she didn’t care enough. She just wanted to know about this ‘peecee’ thing. So, that was why Immie had deigned to leave the confines of her tower and trek down out onto the castle grounds in search of one Professor Azarael Heredia, who taught Care of Magical Creatures. As she pushed the door open, it was the sounds of hissing and scraping of glass and metal that mystified her before she popped her head in. She was greeted with the sight of a man, an Occamy and the twisted and broken remains of what she dearly hoped was not the ‘peecee’.
“Ah. Hello, Professor Heredia.” Imogen all but purred in her sweetest tones, slipping into the room and pushing the door shut gently. “I’m Imogen, Imogen Thorne – the new Divination teacher.” She smiled and promptly seated herself on a nearby desk, her long flowing skirt concealing her legs (and effectively, her scales and web-toed feet – because she had opted to go shoeless today). “And actually, you could help me with something,” Here Mo began to play with the ends of her long blue hair with a pseudo-nervousness that she had found worked well with most people. “This thing that they call a peecee… I want to know what it is and what it does.” She looked up at him with wide and hopeful eyes and gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ve found I rather like this technology thi-…” Imogen had finally caught sight of the Occamy’s maw a little too close to the man’s head for comfort. “You should move.” Mo offered obliquely and then pointed to the sad remains of something that had obviously seen better days with ungloved fingers.
“And by the way, whatever was that thing?” [/style]
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Post by AZARAEL HEREDIA on Oct 5, 2011 18:10:51 GMT -5
Professor Azarael Heredia. Oh ho ho, it sounded just so pleasant to his ears. To think he had been in this very classroom. This very school. This very castle. It was strange to think that he was teaching what his old teachers had. Though, he supposed his teaching methods were a tad more unorthodox. He believed in 'hands on' activities instead of reading about the creatures in a book. He had one of each magical creature under lock down. They'd attack each other if he did otherwise. They were all classified by species as well as overall labels. The level one creatures were for newer students. Also referred to as the 'most boring damned things to ever exist'. Second level was a bit more casual, third was to handle with caution. The final one was dangerous, absolutely so. It was where his lovely Tabatha belonged to.
He glanced over at the young woman, blinking his eyes for a moment. Who was she? Was she in his class? Oh, no. No she wasn't. A professor? She was awfully young for one. Though, he supposed he couldn't say much different. "Hello, miss. Ah... Imogen?" That was an odd name. Though he supposed he wasn't one to talk. Azarael was even more uncommon. "A peecee?" His dark eyes darted down to the pile of dented metal sitting on the ground before looking back at Imogen. "Ah, well..." He stammered out, rubbing the back of his neck. An excuse, a good one! Quick! Before this damage was reported to the headmaster. "Ah, you see... Tabatha here smashed my computer by accident." He shrugged then, lifting a hand behind him to bop the serpent on the head. "Not that it was much of use to me to begin with."
"I didn't know how to turn the damned thing on!" Azarael kicked the remains of the computer, huffing angrily. Wait what? The teacher turned then, jumping back at the sight of the creature. "Bad Tabatha. No treats tonight." He said, puffing out his cheeks in frustration and resting his hands on his hips before turning his head back and looking over his shoulder. "Ah, you may just call me Azarael. Aza. That works fine as well."
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