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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Dec 10, 2016 23:37:39 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTESWelcome to your new position. Minty. | It was never a good thing when people passed on. Lives were lost and hearts were broken. In the past year Vytal Academy, and all of the island have experienced two massive losses. The lives of both a teacher and it's headmaster had been taken by enemies of humankind. Killed in combat with honor yet in vain. Zari felt the stain would be left on the academy and perhaps have an effect on the students later on.
It at the moment other matters had to be dealt with. With the absence of the new headmaster Ser Ash, Zari had been tasked with retrieving the new assistant headmaster. One Minette Belrose. The name had not be lost to Zari. For some time he was aware that a professor went by that name. Yet for some reason they had never really met. It was really a strange fact the man thought of out-of-nowhere. An out of character action for him. However in all honesty Zari felt it was a strange day to begin with. If he could find Ser Ash, he was sure he wouldn't have to handle this minor formality.
As Zari stood at the front steps of the academy's hall, his deep crimson jacket flapped in the morning breeze. The dyed leather was paired with mesh nylon and silk in smaller area's that normally require more movement. Such as the arms and wrists. Other than that, his normal attire remained as per usual. Dress pants and a black shirt shirt with a blood red tie. Same as his right eye.
The professor looked down to his scroll to examine the time. "Eight forty-four. On a Saturday morning." A loud yawn escaped his lips before a wave of exhaustion moved over Zari's body. "I'm going to curse that old man out for disappearing on me. I like my weekends too you know!" He said in a mutter to know one particular. "Who am I kidding? I ain't going to do nothing but sigh and glare."
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Post by Minette Belrose on Dec 12, 2016 23:12:51 GMT -6
► Minette Belrose  542 words welcome to the wife | The early-morning sun hung in the sky like a jewel from a necklace worn by some unseen, great goddess as Minette made her way up to the school’s main hall. There were a few tiers of stone stairs and railings that ran through the immaculate courtyard that took up quite the area before the school proper. It was a cool morning, a bit breezy, but Minette was warm enough. The cover that her dress provided at least kept the wind at bay. The breeze kissed her form, her long hair and flowing garb not resisting the wind as it lifted them gently into its arms. Had it been any other day, Minette might have found it quite beautiful.
Instead, she was nervous. She had walked up these steps with the same sort of nervousness only twice before. The first, when she had been accepted as a student. Young, lively, and angry at the world. She had known she would have many enemies and few friends here, and she feared for what the future could bring. The second was upon her initial inclusion as a teacher. Though she was skilled even beyond her years, Minette had never properly taught before. She feared her students would not respect her, or worse, be poorly prepared to go out into the world after passing through the doors of her classroom.
This time was markedly different. She had mellowed out from her teenage years, and she had taught for a while since her return, but these were not the same circumstances as when she first came to the school. She was not a student, nor was she truly a teacher - now, she was an administrator. She would be the second most influential voice in the school, perhaps even on the island in its entirety, and a lot of eyes would be on her in times of hardship. Such as now, when all eyes were on her. In the sudden absence of the Headmaster, it was the assistant’s job to fill in and perform administrative duties until their safe return. Minette would have to learn how to do two different jobs in the coming weeks, and that was a lot of weight for even her to bear.
Still, there would be help. This meeting she was meant to attend had been scheduled in advance, and the Headmaster had informed her she would be properly introduced to a co-worker who would be “showing her the ropes.” She didn’t understand at the time, and barely understood now, but help was help. She wouldn’t disregard help right now.
As she reached the top of the steps, she found someone there. Judging by his build, his apparent age, and the familiarity she felt when her gaze passed over him, he was most definitely a teacher - although, shamefully, Minette could not remember his name. She had attended meetings and occasionally sat with some of the other professors in the break room and talked over coffee, but she had not gone out of her way to meet all of them. In retrospect, to do so would have most definitely been a good idea. She made her way over to him, maintaining a short distance, and cleared her throat.
“Hello there. Apologies, am I late?”
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Dec 12, 2016 23:46:25 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTESWelcome to your new position. Minty. | Just as Zari was contemplating leaving for some coffee, the voice of Minette broke the soft wind between them. With his eyes glanced towards her, the harsh and stern glare which was normal to Zari began to melt away. His red eye was covered by a comb of silver-ashen air while his lone emerald iris landed upon the woman's figure. In the morning light she came forth like a figure out of a painting. Lovely, cloaked and distant. The loathing he felt for his task turned into silent acceptance.
Before the moment grew too long Zari nodded with a sigh. "Honestly you had a few minutes before I became upset. But no. You are still on time." A the ghost of a smile flashed onto the professor's pale face before vanishing. He turned his body fully towards her and placed his gloved hand out. In truth he expected a handshake at the very least if Minette was well-mannered. "I am Professor Zari D. Thorn. I understand you were also a professor. But you are now promoted. A shame we did not meet before. Though I congratulate you on your advancement."
Zari did make an internal note that things were not all nice. The event which led to her promotion was still the death of Eva. After a moment, whether Minette shock his hand or not, Zari retracted himself and turned to the school. He saw it and attempted to look at it from his companion's view point. It was suddenly bigger and filled with more responsibilities. "You know," Zari started, "I didn't ever think I'd be a good teacher. But I still am proven wrong every time I see a student leave the classroom. I am sure it is similar for you. Though the classroom is much bigger now."
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Post by Minette Belrose on Dec 26, 2016 23:03:20 GMT -6
► Minette Belrose 700 words large mom | After hearing his voice, and being reminded of his name, Minette's vague memory snapped into a somewhat clearer picture. Yes, she had indeed known this man at the school before, but only in passing. They had never been given the chance to exchange pleasantries in such a way before, and Minette blamed mostly herself for that. She was well aware of her habit of becoming too fixated on her duties, especially when new ones were introduced - which was the case for a good portion of the school year, as schedules were altered, people called out sick, events were scheduled, and so on. Come to think of it, she had barely interacted with any of the teachers beyond her introduction her first day on the job. How many other faces and names had she forgotten here?
He offered his hand in a polite gesture of welcoming, and she took it in her own and gently shook it. Her grip was odd. Her hands were quite large, even for her size, rough and worn from combat and training. The strength of her grip, however, was surprisingly gentle, but consistent in such an odd way that it belied a degree of control few had. Though, meeting the man's emerald eye...she could see he had the same strength hidden within him.
"Ah...thank you. Minette Belrose. It's nice to formally meet you as well."
He pulled away, and looked out over the school. He was quiet, for a moment, and Minette wondered about him. She turned to face the school as well. There was something very strange about this meeting, the kind of strangeness that she couldn't easily put words to. She wasn't afraid of this man, nor did she feel any reason to be wary of him beyond the wariness one shows to the average stranger, but...there was something else there as well. They had known each other for less than a minute, and had exchanged few words, but he felt...far more familiar than he should have. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, he bore the form of someone experienced and wise, someone who had seen many things and perhaps had done far more than they would ever care to admit. It was the way she carried herself, or at least tried to.
"You know," He began suddenly, "I didn't ever think I'd be a good teacher. But I still am proven wrong every time I see a student leave the classroom. I am sure it is similar for you. Though the classroom is much bigger now."
It was true, Minette had not though herself a good teacher when she had first come here. It was easy to lecture, but managing all of the finer details and everything behind the scenes was intimidating work. Talking to the students, both as individuals, and as a large group, was challenging. Making sure everyone was up to speed was a lengthy uphill battle, especially when she inevitably encountered students who simply didn't care. But...
Time passed. She watched them learn, and grow, and improve. And the next year, when they moved on to higher levels of education in the school, they bid her farewell with smiles on their faces and heads held high. They were prepared. They were ready to take the next step. And she had helped them get that far. She smiled, the kind of warm, gentle smile a mother might give to their child before tucking them into bed at night, and a soft chuckle escaped her, like a wind chime.
"I suppose it is."
Mentally, her focus returned to the state of her duties. He was right, this was still a classroom - it was just much bigger. She had a few extra duties, and some public appearances nonsense she'd inevitably need to contend with, but in the end her service was primarily to her students. And that was where she would be putting her energy.
"But, I wouldn't be the Huntress I am now if I decided to give in when things became difficult." She turned back, steadying herself. The weight had not gone, but it had been lessened somewhat, enough that she felt she was ready. "Shall we begin?"
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Dec 31, 2016 0:22:39 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTESIntroducing...Powerhouse Papi | The school was a symbol of Humankind. Of the human and the faunas, both entities trying to protect the world they inhabited. It was large and bright like the future they all sought to earn and protect. To mold and sharpen their students to a razor's edge. Zari would steal a glance at Minette while she turned to face the school. There was an air of worry around her body that wasn't alien to the man. He had experienced her grip first hand and known the control she had. It was a control someone had to focus on keeping; similar to his own. Zari only know of a few people like that. And in his experience it was to keep reigns on their own character.
He wanted to suspect the woman of something more than meets the eye. However she visibly became lighter as some form of worry lessened on Minette's mind. To see this caused Zari to embrace a faint smile. The kind a person half-heartily hid behind a straighter expression. The professor didn't try to hid the smile though. When Minette off determination Zari nodded in understanding. "Aye. Let us move on. I can already tell we are in good and capable hands." Zari would then take a step in front of Minette and lead her up towards's the entrance of the man building. While taking the lead he'd glance back to Minette's hands and look towards his own. There was a moment of inadequacy which spurred in Zari's mind. There was almost a boyish sense of confusion when he compared their size. However that foolish notion vanished quickly as it came.
"So it is Belrose right?" Zari started up again as the large doors leading into the main building came within spitting distant. "I seem to recall having a Senior student with that name. Agnes I think her name is." In actuality Zari knew of Agnes well enough to recall her face and grades. Yet it was her personality which was nothing more than an inkling. He had so many students that it was hard to remember how they all acted. Save for the troublemakers. He remembered those students intimately. "Are you by chance related Misses Belrose?"
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Post by Minette Belrose on Jan 2, 2017 4:35:33 GMT -6
► Minette Belrose 776 words christmas cake alert | She nodded when he responded, and followed closely behind as Professor Thorn led her up the stairs to the main hall's entrance. Faced once again with great gateway, the huge, ornate door that led into her future, Minette allowed herself a moment of awe. Of course, it was not an awe that most people could really understand, nor was it a particularly common sort of awe for this specific door. When people saw this entryway, they were in awe out of nervousness, or intimidation. It was like facing down a giant, one you would stand no chance against barehanded and without aura. It was not a creature, or an object to you in a traditional sense - but a raw, unbridled force that you were meant to contend with.
Minette, however, looked upon the gate with an awe borne of nostalgia. She had only truly paid attention to it maybe twice in all the times she had been made to pass through it, and both times were nerve-wracking. This, however, was a hopeful moment to her. This was the path she would take to building the most important years in her life, and leaving behind a legacy worth having lived. The Fujimoto clan were diverse, mighty, and long-lived, but they were arrogant and blind. That was not the kind of life she wanted to live, and she had made that much clear to her parents not too long ago. There was no Belrose clan. Not yet. But she would change that soon.
Although, the door did not come without heartache. She knew well what had been left behind here, two decades ago when she had graduated. Yes, her misguided pride had gone from her during those years, and she had learned much of the world and it's people, but in the end, she wanted to go back. Back to the days when she had her friends. Ivory, the angry little rabbit Faunus that always tried to pick fights with people three times his size, but would always pull through and never back down - even in the bleakest of moments. Catherine, the bitter, distant girl she had first met in the library and who had concurrently told her to "climb down an old well and fuck yourself," the same girl who nearly got herself crushed flat by an Elder Taijitu's tail trying to save Minette from certain death. And...
And William.
She brought her hand up from her side as she walked, examining the callouses and lines that marked it's rough landscape. She loved them all dearly, but it was William she had missed the most. She had argued and fought with him more than any other person in her entire 42 years of life, but he had taken her heart without either of them realizing it. That's what she would always regret. Not realizing it sooner. If she had been honest with herself, then maybe...No, that was wrong. Even if she had done all of that, she would miss out on so many other things she now had. Marcie, Celia, Agnès...She wouldn't know what to do without them in her life.
She looked back up just as she saw Professor Thorn turning his head away. She hadn't even been aware he'd looked back at her. While she certainly didn't raise the issue, she found it curious.
"So it is Belrose right?" Even though the interjection was quite sudden, it came with a strange sort of ease and calm that Minette could have sworn the conversation had continued up to this point. "I seem to recall having a Senior student with that name. Agnes I think her name is." Well, she hadn't been eager to approach this subject to be sure. Students were rarely ever known by name among teachers unless they were either exceptional students, or troublemakers. As much as she loved her daughter, Minette also knew her very, very well. For the first teacher she had met to recognize the name right away like that, well, it was not a good sign. "Are you by chance related Misses Belrose?"
"A-ah..yes. Agnès is my daughter." She hesitated, just for a moment. The "Misses" was a bit of a strange touch she had most certainly not been expecting. She certainly felt odd thinking about it, but it would have made sense for a woman her age to be well and married. Had she been given the option, such a thing would certainly have been nice. Over 40, with a daughter into her own adulthood...come to think of it, she was actually quite surprised she wasn't asked more often if she was married. "And it's...just Miss Belrose."
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Jan 2, 2017 23:53:32 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTESStarving Man | While trying his best to carry the conversation Zari found that his inquire caused the most minute of hesitation to come off of Minette. The woman he was escorting had stared at the entryway with the sort of nostalgic look a graduate did when returning for their Alumni duties. To see young trainees walking in their footsteps and old professors still kicking lessons into high gear. Yet as they entered the marble foyer with it's pale laminated floor and high ceiling Zari looked again to the woman. When she announced Agnes was not just related, but her own flesh and blood, Zari displayed a visible 'Oh' face. His eyes widened just a little more than they were - they were in a mild, seemingly bored level of open. The blush which sparsely visited his cheeks flared alive. This temporary moment of revelation was halted by Minette's second clarification.
Being told she was only a 'Miss' caused Zari to think Minette was a widow. The woman was reaching the middle of her life, her daughter was almost an adult and soon to be made a Huntress. The possibility of Agnes' father being dead was there. It was the most pronounced theory the professor had. Yet divorce and a birth out of wedlock were also very possible situations. Hell, Zari thought back to his own youth and remembered all the young woman he had met. All the woman he had spent nights with; the chance he was a father was slim but existed. "Oh. I see. Forgive my intrusion." He would bow with a somber head. "I was just making conversation. It is not my place to speak of such things. You should not worry about Agnes. She is a fine student...Most of the time. I do hear she is..." There was a pause before Zari turned his head and began walking. "Well you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs. Especially students. Her father would be proud knowing she was on her way to being a Huntress. And that you are now the boss of most people at Vytal."
Zari would offer a smile before walking towards the stairwell. As he did he unknowingly muttered out his thoughts. "If I had that sort of family I might have stayed home." It was hidden behind the clacking of elegant shows, yet still audible to those with superior hearing. "We should get on with it. Don't know what Ser Ash will return. That old man will be the death of me due to worry."
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Post by Minette Belrose on Jan 3, 2017 4:18:45 GMT -6
► Minette Belrose 492 words thirst has no curfew | Professor Thorn seemed at least a tad bit surprised, after Minette revealed that Agnès was indeed her daughter. This confused her, ever so slightly. She had thought it would be common knowledge that Agnès was her daughter, the girl certainly didn't keep it a secret. It wasn't really knowledge worth keeping on her end, either. Had he thought they were perhaps sisters, or cousins? Minette giggled a bit to herself at that. She wore her age well, if that was the case. He gave a short bow, and a not-so-short apology, but Minette passively waved it off. "There's no need to worry. I know the kind of person she is."
Certainly though, that last tidbit stirred something in her mind...would William have been proud of Agnès? Did he even truly regard her as his daughter? She couldn't honestly say, but the possibility that he did seemed to conflict with the consistency of his presence in her life. They may not have been married, or living together, or even had been together at all, but William still made time for Minette and Agnès. It wasn't a perfect family, many would not even call it a complete or function family, but it was her family. And she loved her family. She smiled somberly, and nodded. He'd be proud of them both.
Her keen ears caught his addendum, quiet and muttered though it was. Beyond her daughter, family was a strange subject for Minette. She hadn't been on good terms with her parents...well, ever, really. And she hadn't seen her brother in quite some time either, though that was her own fault. He had gone out looking for her, in an effort to bring her home. She didn't blame Koga, she blamed her family, for what they had forced upon him - upon them both. She felt it was somewhat arrogant to say, but, perhaps she would have stayed as well, if her parents had treated her the way she behaved with Agnès. At least then it would have felt like a family.
She followed along closely as she could, making note of small changes and additions as they passed through the architecture. Ser Ash...she hadn't been given a chance to talk with him at length before. He had come into the position he now held just shortly before she herself came to teach, and had been much too busy at the time for anything beyond a welcoming. At the time, she understood. Priorities. But now, she found herself wishing she had spent more time talking to him - perhaps she could have gleaned a bit of wisdom, since she was now being moved to the spot the headmaster himself previously occupied. "I've only heard news about that, I'm afraid." Her eyes continued to scan over the high arches and halls, though less out of awe, and more out of simply having something to look at as they progressed along. "Has anything new come up?"
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Jan 5, 2017 23:29:46 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTESThirsty as the desert. | As the pair came to the stairwell which lead directly to the upper floor Zari shook his head. There was a silent moment before a worrisome breath escaped his tip lips. Zari's steps became slow while diving into his memory for all the information he had been given. From what he was officially told and what news outlets said, and what his gut had been expressing. Before he spoke he'd hesitate and debate about what he should say to Minette. Was the standard response used for the public apply to this moment? No. Minette was in a position where she should know everything there was to know. She was the highest form of authority Vytal had now. And like the Headmaster before Ser Ash, Zari had sworn loyalty to Vytal and it's Headmaster."As far as I am aware Ser Ash is nowhere to be found. No new reports or sightings. Honestly it is becoming rather the issue."
Before any other details had been given, the introduction of a new set of steps came into ear-shot. Looking up the staircase Zari's gaze fell upon a new figure. They were an older gentlemen in their mid-fifties wearing a decent suit of brown and white color. A good man to be sure but Zari knew they were the sort to gossip. With the subject Minette and Zari were discussing, discretion was important. Even if it meant keeping some lower-level staff members in the dark.
Zari would look up to the well-dressed faculty member with a stern glare. The sort that invaded a person's heart and caused panic and fear. Akin to how a father would install fear into his children. Within a moment the nameless man caught Zari's visage and began to hasten down the stairs. Even though he'd gotten his desired effect, there was something Zari didn't like. Zari would clear his throat and call back to the older man. "Excuse us" His tone was chilling and demanding. "This here is Minette Belrose. You might have seen or heard of her. She will be our new Assistant Headmaster this day forth. The least you can do is bow your head." Instantly the man nodded and bowed his head. He'd then introduce himself before saying "It is a pleasure Madam Belrose." A second look at Zari rewarded him with a less urgent stare. Yet his feet flurried down the steps all the same.
A moment later another sigh left the professor as he continued up the steps. "Sorry about that." Zari's voice became just a whisper. "He is a good man to be sure. But I don't want others knowing about the status of Ser Ash. Some of us have been trying to pass his absence off as a period of grieving."
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Post by Minette Belrose on Jan 16, 2017 5:42:50 GMT -6
► Minette Belrose 318 words sad | She nodded, unsatisfied with the answer but not willing to pry for more - if Professor Thorn's slight hesitance was any indication, there may not have even been more to pry for. As for the circumstances themselves, well, Minette had seen the news. She knew only about as much as anyone else did. At a funeral, of all places...some people truly had no shame. Waking up and seeing the news that morning, it had made her far angrier than she cared to admit. It was lucky she had distractions the rest of the day.
As they ascended the stairs, Minette became aware of a third set of footsteps in their midst. Sure enough, someone was walking down the stairs. She'd not made a habit of judging people, nor discussing things aloud for more than she needed to, but Professor Thorn seemed to think something should be said. Minette watched the exchange quietly, confused, and uncertain of a lot of things. The man seemed flustered, which was strange considering the grace he had been descending the stairs with. She wasn't even able to get a reply out before the man had already left.
Zari sighed, and continued upwards. After a moment of hesitation, she followed. He spoke up as they went along, and she connected the dots in her head. It all seemed so...strange. She'd consider asking for the police reports sometime in the future - Vytal students were involved, at least one of whom was injured, so it did indeed concern her. "There were students there." She spoke up suddenly, but quietly. She picked up her pace to walk beside Zari, leaning in to whisper. "I heard Miss Wilde has been hospitalized, but I don't know why. I know the others have recovered from their injuries..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked down. Something about all of it gave her a bad feeling. "Miss Wilde's injuries...is something different there?"
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