Merkyutio Omagede
Keme
He Upon Which Plot Holes Are Blamed
Time makes the unreachable reachable, the unavailable available, the unattainable...attainable.
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Post by Merkyutio Omagede on Jun 16, 2010 21:49:05 GMT -5
Dunehelden hadn't changed much between Merkyutio's time and the present-- well, present for its current inhabitants. To Merkyutio, this was the Dunehelden of a previous generation. He would not even be born for another three or four years-- his enrollment in Dunehelden Academy was still about 18 years away. But the people in this time frame wouldn't know that-- couldn't know what. Kyu had skipped around the timeline enough to know that a mishap in the past could mean for the future. (He didn't think Socrates would ever forgive him for the little hourglass mishap.)
Luckily, Kyu had left his illness back in 3128. Or would it be forward in-- nevermind. The point was, Kyu had been ricocheted more than eleven hundred years in the past. His mother had always told him that his curiosity would get him in trouble one day-- but Kyu would not be able to gather enough magic for the trip back to the future for at least a few months.
Besides, he had always wondered what his old professors had been like as children. There was no harm to be had for a little... research.
Now, where was the Headmaster's office again? Merkyutio's search did not last long-- after a few minutes he was standing in front of the ornate doors, raising his hand to knock before a thought struck him.
Veronique had been the Headmaster preceding Hitoshi.
Oh god.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jun 16, 2010 22:37:12 GMT -5
The headmistress glanced up from her coffee cup, sighing dramatically at the interrupting noise. She never would understand why people kept presuming that she would care about whatever petty excuse for a problem they had to bring her.
Veronique peered into the security terminal on her desk--Notos had taught her a lesson in not opening the door for just anyone--and... Well. Hm.
She had never seen the person before, at least to her knowledge. But there was something uniquely familiar about him, something she couldn't place. He looked a bit too old to be an academy student, and she knew everyone in the university on sight. He was neither.
She buzzed open the door and stared forward at the young man. "Come in," she said coolly.
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Merkyutio Omagede
Keme
He Upon Which Plot Holes Are Blamed
Time makes the unreachable reachable, the unavailable available, the unattainable...attainable.
Posts: 11
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Post by Merkyutio Omagede on Jun 16, 2010 22:49:07 GMT -5
Merkyutio stepped smoothly into the office and stood just in front of her desk. He clasped his hands neatly behind his back and smiled down at vampiress that he remembered only as a veritable psychopath that had wanted to put him in dresses.
"Do you have an employment opening? For say... Magical Theory, or something along those lines?"
He couldn't remember when Magical Theory classes had actually started at Dunehelden. Oh well.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jun 16, 2010 23:00:55 GMT -5
"We might," she replied brusquely, sliding a coaster toward herself with her pinky and placing the steaming coffee cup on the porcelain circle. "What, may I ask, are your credentials? I do not hire just any witless oaf from the streets." The corners of her thin lips curled up in a menacing smirk. "I would like to say that I only hire the most capable instructors, but since my current staff falls a bit short of expectations, I will suffice to say I hire the best oafs I can find."
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Merkyutio Omagede
Keme
He Upon Which Plot Holes Are Blamed
Time makes the unreachable reachable, the unavailable available, the unattainable...attainable.
Posts: 11
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Post by Merkyutio Omagede on Jun 16, 2010 23:29:30 GMT -5
Merkyutio's smile quirked at one corner and became a smirk.
"I've been studying magical theory extensively for years-- I've gotten my Masters in theory and Bachelors in history, both of magic, and I've interned with Jean-Pierre Autieul."
Kyu bit his lower lip. Probably shouldn't have mentioned that-- he had met Jean-Pierre when he had made his first jump back in time. Some quick mental math told Merkyutio that, in relation to the current time, the internship would have happened six years ago.
Oh wait-- he had been twenty-two at the time. Six years ago would have him at twenty-two years of age.
Hah! Mental high-five!
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jun 16, 2010 23:38:40 GMT -5
"Autieul?" she repeated slowly, scrutinizing him. It sounded credible enough, and they could always do with an actual magical theory teachers. Many of her mages taught non-magical subjects, and the few that actually taught magic seemed to prefer to teach the practice. It was pulling teeth to get anyone to teach magical theory, particularly since Rivienne's husband left the school, and perhaps it was only Veronique's personal bias, but she had always thought him a horrible teacher. It would be refreshing to have someone designated to teach the class.
"I trust you have a resumé?" she asked, arching one eyebrow. "You will have a proper interview on top of that, of course, and I'd like you to speak with our current head of magical studies, Professor Smoke, but provided your resumé is as good as you claim, we might be able to find a place for you."
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Merkyutio Omagede
Keme
He Upon Which Plot Holes Are Blamed
Time makes the unreachable reachable, the unavailable available, the unattainable...attainable.
Posts: 11
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Post by Merkyutio Omagede on Jun 16, 2010 23:49:11 GMT -5
Merkyutio flicked his fringe out of his eyes. "A resumé?" Fuck. "Yes, of course. Here--" Kyu reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, which was empty.
Merkyutio brought his magic forth and froze time. He blinked, watched the immobile Veronique for a few seconds, and bolted out of the office. Was the library in the same place? Yes. A few minutes of typing and he had his resumé-- the parts he felt were safe to share, at least.
Spell check. Print. Sprint back to office. Kyu carefully repositioned himself as he had been before, calmed his breathing, and set time free from the grip his magic had upon it. Kyu smiled and pulled from his jacket pocket a neatly folded resumé, which he handed to Veronique.
"Here we are."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jun 17, 2010 0:43:50 GMT -5
Veronique blinked slightly, feeling mildly disoriented for no particular reason. She could only presume that, given the situation, she must have needed more coffee. She was not entirely awake just yet.
"I'll take a look at it," she replied, snatching the resumé from the young man. "You may stick around the castle for a bit, I suppose. I'll find you tomorrow for your interview." She dug a key to one of the university singles from her drawer and tossed it to him. "You may stay in one of our empty rooms until we've reached our decision."
Veronique stood dramatically from her desk and lifted her coffee mug, which was lamentably empty. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to find the furry thing that calls itself Kimai and have it bring me another espresso double-shot."
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Merkyutio Omagede
Keme
He Upon Which Plot Holes Are Blamed
Time makes the unreachable reachable, the unavailable available, the unattainable...attainable.
Posts: 11
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Post by Merkyutio Omagede on Jun 17, 2010 0:47:14 GMT -5
Merkyutio took the key with a bow of his head.
"Thank you, Headmistress," he said.
Kyu exited the office and ran a hand through his hair, positively elated. Time to explore the castle.
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