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Post by Boreas Aetai on Feb 22, 2010 22:00:38 GMT -5
A tall figure walked down the echoing stone hallways, his face obscured by the drawn up hood of a dark blue parka, and under his snow boots he left a watery track like freshly melted ice. Behind him walked another boy of the same height with messy brown hair and glasses. He was dressed like a business man and wore a smirk.
Around them as they passed it would seem to anyone that the air grew momentarily bitter and the sound rustling of dry leaves filled the hall.
The door the Veronique's office burst open, not by any physical force but by a gale of freezing wind
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Post by Euros Aetai on Feb 22, 2010 22:13:52 GMT -5
The other boy stood with his hands in his pockets, wind ruffling his hair. He adjusted his glasses and grinned broadly at the Headmaster, though his eyes were cold.
The lights flickered dramatically.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Feb 24, 2010 23:07:02 GMT -5
Veronique looked up from her desk, her dark eyes narrowing dangerously. She'd never seen these boys before, had no idea who they are or what they wanted. The wind whipped her dark hair around her face. She had a very vague, very horrible feeling about this.
"Can I help you?" she asked, each word enunciated sharply with the barest hint of a French accent.
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Post by Boreas Aetai on Feb 25, 2010 15:05:56 GMT -5
The hooded boy afforded himself a smile as the wind whipped around the room and then he gave a short formal bow. "Thank you," He had a deep voice, but there was something odd about it. It almost seemed cold. "For sparing us a few moments in what I'm sure is a very busy day for you." He pulled a neat folded letter from his parka. "This was sent to Mrs. Aetai complaining about 'her horrible son and melodramatic daughter'. Basically she understands that you hate her sons and that is why she sent me." He pulled back his hood revealing what was probably a startlingly familiar face save for the color of his hair and eyes. "Because I hate my brothers too." He gave a short horizontal wave with his hand and the cold wind stopped. "I am Boreas Aetai the oldest of the four and this is my more sensible brother Euros. We've come to help you."
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Post by Euros Aetai on Feb 25, 2010 21:19:56 GMT -5
Euros matched Boreas' bow. "Yes, wonderful to meet you, Ms. Poulain. I hope to ensure little Zephie isn't going to cause you any more trouble; and I believe my dear brother here has plans to occupy Notos. Between us, your little tempests should flag." He smirked.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Feb 25, 2010 23:01:26 GMT -5
Veronique's grip tightening around her pencil. "You...are here to help me?" she asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing darkly. Veronique braced herself against the desk, seeming suddenly taller and more menacing.
"Another pair of Aetai brats, here to help me. And here I thought you were here to torture me incessantly and harass me with your petty problems. How comforting to know you are here to help me."
If Veronique had the ability to create winds in the same way the Aetai's could, the room might very well have frosted over, or caught on fire, or possibly both at the same time.
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Post by Boreas Aetai on Feb 26, 2010 0:05:14 GMT -5
"Torture you? Harass you? I suppose if you prefer, though I can't see why you'd prefer that." Boreas leaned against the door frame with his arm. He looked at his brother smiling, before turning back to Veronique and shaking his head. "You know I must say I am very impressed by the almost literally cold demeanor you send out. Now, seriously, as for the help thing if you truly don't want our help we will do nothing. It is ultimately and in the end your choice."
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Post by Euros Aetai on Feb 26, 2010 0:49:52 GMT -5
"Though it must be said," Euros continued, "it is your fault that we've been transferred from a nice little prep school in sunny Thessaly to this godsforsaken hole in the universe in order to be minders for a pyromaniac practical joker and a bawling attempted suicide."
"Needless to say, we would much rather work with you than against you in this endeavour."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Feb 28, 2010 4:25:08 GMT -5
Veronique's eyes bored into the younger of the brother's. "This is my fault, is it?" Her voice was quiet, yet taut, like a piece of stretched-out elastic. "If you are so very opposed to being in my fine institution, I could expel you now and save you the trouble."
She grinned wickedly, rising from her chair. "Do not think I am incapable of making your life a living hell, should you choose to provoke me." Veronique stepped slowly and deliberately around her desk, like an animal circling its prey.
"I am aware of your particular...religious convictions," she stated, her eyes dancing as though she found the notion humorous, "so I shall put this into terms that you can understand." She circled close behind them, putting one hand on the shoulder of each boy. "Think of this place as the Underworld, and I am its Hades. If you are good, if you follow my rules, your time here shall be a peaceful one. If you cause me grief and get in my way, well..." She grinned widely, her fangs exposed. "Let us just say that the fiery depths of a Christian hell would be preferable to my displeasure."
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Post by Euros Aetai on Feb 28, 2010 4:35:32 GMT -5
Euros looked up at the woman with a mild expression.
"I'm so very glad we agree, madam," he murmured. She acts like one used to having her authority undermined. At least she isn't stupid enough to act the skeptic all the way down the line; and it's not like there's anything here for us to bother trying to usurp. Hmmph.
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Post by Boreas Aetai on Feb 28, 2010 16:36:37 GMT -5
Boreas smiled pleasantly, for him anyways, and held out his hand palm upwards. His frozen blue eyes locked with the Headmaster's smoldering red. "Yes" In the air above his palm there was a crackling sound and water droplets began to be visible in the air, expanding and freezing, twisting into form. And then in his palm fluttered a small butterfly made completely of ice. With even the slightest movement a rainbow of lights danced across it's crystal surfaces. "We are perfectly clear." He pushed upward gently with his palm and the butterfly drifted to Veronique's desk. "A gift for you keeper of this place, for our boarding, this is almost as good as a custom where I am from. When you need things to cool down shatter it. But only once. This gift is fleeting, it only has one life." His eyes never left hers, he waited still as ice for her reaction.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Feb 28, 2010 23:22:34 GMT -5
Veronique's eyes widened ever so slightly. She reached for the glittering figure, and it danced into her palm. It seemed like glass at first, but the air around it was freezing cold. Prismatic colors flickered over her palm where the light beat against the wings.
Her lips thinned in contemplation. It was a peculiar thing. Even as warm as she kept her office, it showed no sign of melting. Veronique carefully set the butterfly back on her desk.
"Well," she replied loftily, "it's certainly good to see that at least one of you has an ounce of manners."
Veronique slipped back behind her desk, taking her seat in one fluid motion. "It is nice to see that we understand each other, gentlemen."
It was clear that, if the brothers had a leader, it would be Boreas. He had an aura of charisma, the sort that came not from his words, but his bearing. She might almost believe that Boreas could be the mythological god for which he was named, if Veronique believed in any sort of gods.
Euros was...subtler, almost slithery. He put on an air of submission, but it was insincere. He fancied himself a manipulator, she would wager. And Veronique detested people who thought they could manipulate her.
She smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "Is there anything else, gentlemen?"
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