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Post by Smoke on Apr 5, 2009 23:22:52 GMT -5
A bit later, Smoke wandered his way over to Veronique's office. He found the door unlocked, but she wasn't anywhere to be found, so he sat down, put his feet up- put his feet back down, remembering where he was- and decided to wait. He whistled a little tune as he did so.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 5, 2009 23:36:09 GMT -5
Veronique entered her office, ready to begin working up a list of chores for her new slave errand boy, in a decently pleasant mood.
It was for this reason that Veronique didn't kill Smoke upon sight. Well, that, and he was a relatively useful member of the staff who generally actually taught a class, which was more than could be said for certain other parties.
"Is there something you want, Smoke?" she asked, somewhat impatiently.
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Post by Smoke on Apr 5, 2009 23:57:37 GMT -5
"Hey!" Smoke looked up and grinned at her. "You said we should talk in private. About the stuff I mentioned, on the bulletin board thing."
He also handed her a small set of papers. "And here's the lesson plans. Sorry about the, ah, last batch. Should've been more careful, y'know, life happens, how's your day going?"
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 6, 2009 0:04:56 GMT -5
Veronique narrowed her eyes at him, sliding down into her seat across from him. She took the lesson plans, not even glancing at them as she sat them aside.
"Oui," she replied, her French accent seeming to thicken. "What is it that has happened?" She didn't sound particularly menacing, really, with her high sweet voice and the French accent, but it was obvious that her good mood was quickly evaporating.
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Post by Smoke on Apr 8, 2009 23:17:14 GMT -5
Smoke's grin settled down. He steepled his fingers and looked seriously at Veronique. "Do you remember when I talked to you about putting those spells on my spare room, and then stuff started showing up in the back? Costumes I was going to need later in the semester, mementos I lost three apartments ago, that sort of thing?"
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 8, 2009 23:22:00 GMT -5
Veronique blinked. "Ah, vaguely..." she murmured. Good freaking god, mages were so much trouble. "I'm guessing that there is something more to this than your apartment giving you strange gifts?"
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Post by Smoke on Apr 8, 2009 23:34:02 GMT -5
He chewed on the side of his bottom lip. "I don't know," he admitted. "The gifts just got a lot stranger. I looked in there, to see if the costumes had shown up; there weren't any, any new costumes at least."
"Just a box..." he mimed a shape about the size of a toaster on its side. "Yea wide, 'bout so deep, reeks of necromancy. And I can't- or, it doesn't open the usual way. I didn't try too hard."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 8, 2009 23:37:48 GMT -5
"Necromancy, hm?" she muttered. Great. Just great. "Well, I am not exactly an expert on magic. What, exactly, do you think we should do?"
She had a feeling they were going to have to get Yao involved, which she wasn't looking forward to.
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Post by Smoke on Apr 8, 2009 23:49:30 GMT -5
"I'm going to talk to Michael and Doctor Faustus there about it. I wanted to let you know, in case it's something we need to really deal with."
His tone was neutral; Smoke was very curious about thing, but like most people, had a natural distrust of random, delicately engraved wooden boxes that showed up in corners with Necromantic dweomers on them. Particularly after he'd seen Hellraiser, though that was probably not relevant.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 8, 2009 23:53:26 GMT -5
Veronique narrowed her eyes. She wasn't too sure about Michael - he seemed to be a better person to trust than Smoke, but she knew so little of him that it was hard to tell.
"Fine," she replied icily. "But just to warn you, if my school is destroyed, in whole or in part, at any point during the next few weeks, I am going to assume it's the fault of your necrotic box and hold you personally accountable, Professor Smoke."
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Post by Smoke on Apr 8, 2009 23:57:24 GMT -5
Smoke looked a bit put off, and he raised an eyebrow at that.
"I'm sorry if I caught you at a bad time. If I thought it was immediately dangerous- or even all that likely to be dangerous- trust me, I would've taken it out back and dealt with it already."
Then he smiled. "I guess if you don't need anything else, I'll be getting to work?"
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 9, 2009 0:02:34 GMT -5
She blinked at him, looking a bit bewildered. "Bad mood?" she mused. "Not especially. I mean, aside from the wall being ripped off of my school by a clumsy werewolf, I don't have anything to be upset about. In fact, with three students at my beck and call for the next few weeks, I'm in a pretty joyous mood."
As if to prove this, Veronique grinned an unnerving, fanged grin. "I'm done with you, so feel free to be off. Just...leave everything in one piece."
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Post by Smoke on Apr 9, 2009 0:06:00 GMT -5
At that, he stood and bowed to Veronique with a strong flourish.
"I take your leave, then, madam."
And walked out, shutting the door behind him.
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