Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Nov 14, 2009 0:19:29 GMT -5
Valérian sat at his desk, half paying attention to his students while grading papers. This was just a test to see how well they were retaining the information he was giving them. To make sure they did their best, he was grading it as an assignment and a half, but he was willing to help them figure out the problems. Figure it out, not tell them the answer.
Seth seemed to be doing fairly well... he glanced up, looking at each student for a moment to make sure they were alright, his eyes lingering on Stephen. The young vampire seemed to be doing much better. Which relieved Valérian very much because he still felt guilty about making the boy lose his memories.
At least he knew how to avoid that now, and better yet, just hearing his name didn't bring up bad memories now. Looking down again, he focused on the papers from his other classes. There was plenty of time yet for them to finish... and for him.
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Stephen Shorne
Ireth
University Junior: Vampire
Dancing through life...
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Post by Stephen Shorne on Nov 14, 2009 1:51:03 GMT -5
Stephen looked over the page he was writing on, looking for mistakes that would cost him marks. Finding one, he turned his pencil over and erased the mistake, wrinkling his nose at the small cloud of rubber shavings that created. He drew a deep breath, trying to stop the sudden itching in the back of his nose, but failed.
He sneezed, and in the instant before his eyes shut, as his head jerked forward, he felt his glass eye dislodge and fly across the room. He thought he heard a thunk, and he looked up, seeing a sudden absence of professor at the front desk. He blinked in confusion for a moment, his right eyelid closing over an empty socket.
"Crap," he muttered, looking around, "where'd my eye go? And where's the professor?" He couldn't have gone far in the five seconds it had taken Stephen to sneeze. He stood up, stepping over to the tiny vampire's desk.
"Profess---err... oh, shit!" He bit his lip as he knelt quickly beside the professor, who lay half-hidden under his desk. "Sir, are you okay?" Ohshitohshitohshit... can they penalize me for accidental homicide by flying eye?
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Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
Posts: 191
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Nov 14, 2009 2:44:45 GMT -5
Valérian's eyes flickered open and he put a hand to his forehead, trying to sit up. His head hit the bottom of the desk and he fell back as everything spun around him. He lay very still on the floor, vaguely aware that someone was kneeling beside him and asking if he was okay. Had the person just called him a professor? That couldn't be right... he wasn't old enough to be a professor.
Wait... he didn't know English. Except obviously he did because he understood what was being said. He carefully sat up again, moving slowly out from under the desk. Rubbing at his forehead, he looked around the room blankly. Where was he? And what was going on? He rubbed at his lip; it felt like he'd bitten it when he hit his head the second time. His fingers touched a sharp tooth and he recoiled, nearly hitting his head again on the desk. His other hand flew behind him to prevent that, moving faster than he had ever thought possible. Something really strange was going on here.
"Um... I think so? Who are you?" he asked, looking at the green-eyed... student. Only students called people Professor without using a last name. And the kid was almost as pale as... Valérian got a look at his hand and his eyes widened. He never was that pale before... it had to be related to why he had such sharp teeth. And why the blood on his lip tasted both good and really odd. More odd, actually. Like it should taste good except for the fact that it was his. What was going on? And were was his family? Étienne, his mother, his father... All their servants...Where were they? What was he missing?
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Stephen Shorne
Ireth
University Junior: Vampire
Dancing through life...
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Post by Stephen Shorne on Nov 14, 2009 13:23:00 GMT -5
Stephen drew a slow breath to try and calm himself down, looking at the professor in worry. "My name is Stephen Shorne," he said slowly. "I'm one of your students. Do you know where you are, sir? Or who you are?" He held out a hand, meaning to help Professor Dion to his feet. "You got hit pretty hard in the head, it looks like..." By my stupid flying eye. Next chance I get I'm going to replace it with one that fits. "I'm going to get you to the infirmary. I'll carry you if you don't think you can walk."
Shit... this is just like what happened to me, isn't it? And all I know about him is how he died, and how most of his family died. I don't want to be the one to tell him that, or anything else.
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Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
Posts: 191
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Nov 14, 2009 14:46:34 GMT -5
Valérian accept the help, his pale eyes looking around quickly. His tongue explored his canines, and he remembered suddenly what he was. Or more, what he wasn't. And what had happened to his family.
"I'm not sure where I am... I am Lord Valérian Mervielle-Dion, son of René Mervielle and Maria Mervielle-Dion. And I'm no longer human... but I'm not sure what I am," he said softly, his voice carrying only to the yuong man next to him. He put a hand to his head again, rubbing at the lumps forming on his forehead and somewhat the top of his head. Infirmary... students? The boy kept calling him sir, but not with the tone of someone speaking to a lord. He'd said he was Valérian's student... but what did he teach? And for how long had he been a teacher? Professor. Stephen had used the word professor earlier. Valérian held his head with a slight groan, trying to remember what year it was, and most of his life. The furthest he could account for was... 1793, the execution of his King and Queen. With the years 1746 to 1766 completely blank.
Oh. He was supposed to answer Stephen, wasn't he? About getting to the infirmary... The idea of being carried mortified him, but if he'd hit his head hard enough, he might have to let Stephen do just that. Taking a couple steps, he staggered and nearly fell, holding his head again with an agonized groan as he caught his balance with one hand on the desk.
Apparently being carried was the only option he had. But first... if he was the professor, he had to make sure the students weren't left alone. Right? Closing his eyes for a moment, Valérian looked at Stephen, then around the classroom. "Alright, apparently I can not walk on my own. First, Stephen, do you possibly know if there is any other Professors who knew what was going on and might be able to keep an eye on the class until it ends? I might not remember what's going on, but I do remember being in class myself."
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Stephen Shorne
Ireth
University Junior: Vampire
Dancing through life...
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Post by Stephen Shorne on Nov 14, 2009 16:04:35 GMT -5
Stephen nodded, taking in what the professor had called himself. Boy, was he ever out of his time. Stephen remembered Professor Dion's memories clearly, how he had been addressed as a lord by those who had served him. Well, if it would help ease the confusion, it might help to treat the tiny vampire as what he was... or had been. Moving to Professor Dion's side, Stephen bowed slightly before speaking to him. His voice only carried to the professor/lord's ears.
"You're a vampire, sir," he answered carefully. "I'm not sure how long you've been one, since I only met you a couple of weeks ago. You've been a history professor here since about the middle of October, after the previous professor was k-- ...died. This is Dunehelden Academy. There are other professors who could easily look after the class for you, it's just a matter of finding one who isn't in a class right now. Seth," he called, looking over at the werewolf, "could you go find someone to take over the class while I get Professor Mervielle-Dion" he knew he'd probably butchered the French pronounciation "to the infirmary? Please and thank you."
Stephen carefully moved to pick up the professor/lord, wondering if it would be disrespectful to do so, but knowing it was unfortunately necessary. Curse that stupid eye of his! He cradled the other vampire gently, wary of the bruises on his head, moving quickly out into the hallway and down to the sick bay.
"You're going to be fine," he assured him calmly as he walked. "Our doctor can take care of your bruises easily, and I've been in much the same situation as you are, but probably worse. I lost all of my memories a week or so ago, and I still don't have them all back yet."
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Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
Posts: 191
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Nov 14, 2009 16:21:28 GMT -5
The tiny vampire nodded a little, correcting Stephen's pronounciation quietly. He listened to Stephen, still raking his brain. He hated feeling displaced. There was a sudden flash and he looked up at the young man carrying him. "I was involved in you losing your memory, wasn't I? It's the only thing I can remember where I recognize this castle... Our eyes met... You caught a memory of mine. Well, a series of them."
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Stephen Shorne
Ireth
University Junior: Vampire
Dancing through life...
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Post by Stephen Shorne on Nov 14, 2009 16:28:19 GMT -5
Stephen nodded. "Yes, that's right. My name reminded you of your brother, and that's what brought the memories to you. I saw a lot of things that were painful for both of us. Then you got me to the infirmary, and you and some of the other students here started helping me get my memories back."
He quickened his pace a little, anxious to get the professor to the sick bay as soon as he could.
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