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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Apr 10, 2008 10:10:22 GMT 10
Mariana listened as much as anyone else in the class, which was to say that she heard every word and took everything in as if they would be tested on it that very same day. To be honest she found that History was a relatively easy class for her. She liked a good story and this seemed as much a story as anything else. Fictional of course. Mariana did not believe for a moment that gods once lived in the halls of the castle. It just seemed ludicrous to her.
She looked about once the Professor stopped. The ameraid girl spoke and she wondered about the question as much as the girl had. It seemed that way of course but then surely the stones got their names other ways, but then it would seem awfully coincidental. But then if the stones were made by gods, then perhaps they knew everything and the coincidense was actually fate.
"Professor?' she asked raising her hand, she was a little dubious about talking in this class, it seemed awfully important for some reason and she didnt want to get in the way of anything that was supposed to happen, "Is there anyway we can see this corridor you talk about. I dont pretend to know as much about the castle as you do, but I have never seen any writings on the walls throughout the castle. No where I have seen anyway"
It might have been impertinant, and she wasnt accusing him of lying. She just wanted to know.
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Post by Godric Emerindyl on May 18, 2011 15:01:15 GMT 10
Godric listened intently to the story, his father had told him very little about how he first came to befriend the Lord Ruberagon. He knew if he had asked, he probably would have elaborated through the hours of a very educational week, though he had never. He listened to Lord Ruberagon thinking about the amazing history between the two men. While he was put out by the thought that Lord Ruberagon was insinuating his father blackmailed him into the use of the castle; he knew better than to mention anything about it.
All the same he would make a special note to speak with his father about it later on. There was more to this story than Lord Ruberagon’s version…
Or so he hoped.
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Post by Jack Russell on May 18, 2011 15:11:21 GMT 10
Jack’s curiosity was immediately piqued by the story. He wanted to know as much as he could about the history’s of the school as he had not the chance in his own time to have been privy to such information. In his world the old stories had been lost. This was a rare opportunity indeed. Though as Lord Ruberagon had not presented them a second opportunity to ask questions he sat and remained silent, though there was so much he would say if the opportunity presented itself. In the meantime he remained stationary in his seat and listened, carefully logging away each aspect of the story within his mind for access at a time more appropriate.
He also wondered whether Lord Ruberagon would answer Mariana's question. He too wouldnt mind seeing this wall with the story of the gods on it.
He looked across at Audrey and gave her a meaningful glance. This was exactly the stuff they had been sent here to find out. He looked about at some of the other faces, his eyes resting upon the face of Godric Emerindyl for the slightest of moments. He knew he could not be caught watching Godric, and had been extremely careful not to sit or stand so close to him that any person could catch them in the same light. Not when they looked so similar. Almost like father and son. Save the severe lack of age difference, at this time.
It was at this time that Jack also came to pay more attention to Barnak. How was this boy? Why was Jack not told about him before. Nothing sat comfortably with him about this young Ruberagon initiate. Perhaps it was just him at this point but Barnak was certainly setting off alarms within the depths of his own mind, and he had come to know a long time ago that dismissing errant thoughts could result in catastrophe.
He also looked at Andreas Mark sighed quietly under his breath. He regretted what occurred with Finias, but could not let go of the fact that it was necessary. Mariana Torrenne had to survive. Whatever the cost.
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Post by AuroraCeleste on May 21, 2011 1:35:29 GMT 10
Aurora sat in her seat but it was not the teacher who she was paying attention to. She was skilled thus that she could recall everything he said word for word with photographic detail. Her eyes however were on the small boy in Emerindyl robes. There was something about him that set her teeth on edge, something peculiar, almost as if she knew him but couldn’t remember where. She shook herself a little, that wasn’t fair, why should she immediately dislike an eleven year old simply because she thought she knew him.
And then it struck her. She couldn’t read his mind.
Her eyes narrowed as she focused her attention solely upon the boy. The professor had stopped speaking for now, which meant he had little to add, or so she felt. It seemed as if his story had come to any end, whether or not there were questions. She looked away from the boy so it would not seem to obvious. She allowed herself to pour into her thoughts as she sent them in the direction of the first year.
Odd. And yet somehow strangely mature.
A pain shot through her head that caused her to gag as she came out of her reverie gasping for air and finding scarcely enough. She made quite a noise when this happened and came out of her fit of choking with more than one pair of eyes on her.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Oct 29, 2011 9:06:19 GMT 10
Barnak turned his eyes to the girl along with the rest of the class. He didn't know what her problem was, and hardly cared, but he was curious to see if the professor would make good on this threats regarding anyone making a noise when they weren't supposed to. Especially the disgusting, spluttering sort of noise the Ameraid was currently making.
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Post by Jack Russell on Mar 23, 2012 11:08:11 GMT 10
Jack looked at Aurora only when everyone else did. He felt the probing she attempted on his mind and tried to subtly draw his defences back. Had he not been prepared for her invasion, she might have found herself more than gagging in her seat. The last person who tried to invade his mind didnt survive to tell anyone it was what they had attempted. He didn't move before this because he did not want to give himself away, but her mind was an open book to him when she attempted to invade him, and in that instant, he knew every thought she had ever had, thoughts he had previously seen... in the future.
He pretended to be as childishly curious as anyone else in the class, though he shifted his attention to her only subtly, noting that other around him the same age were not quite as subtle. He would have to remember that for later. To play the part of an eleven year old successfully meant to play it as well as a real eleven year old. Subtlety was not one of they were known for.
Despite this though, he had heard the Saphricorn's question. And hoped silently that the Professor would deign to answer it.
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