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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 14 2016, 12:57 PM (72 Views) | |
| Clarent | Jul 14 2016, 12:57 PM Post #1 |
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Clack clack clack. With a clattering of keys from a mechanical keyboard, a large man in a shirt that seemed to barely contain his barrel chest, with a simple purple tie on. He stroked his short black beard in apparent deep thought until a voice on his desk spoke up. "Sir Launcelot." The voice said in a very prim and proper Kinglish accent. "Mi'lord, you have been studying this document for o'er an entire day. Perhaps you should consider a break." With a grunt of a little frustration the man hummed, picking the PeT off of his desk. "Ah, don't call meh that, Mors." He said, in an even thicker Kinglish accent than the voice before, who was apparently his navi, had had. "Apologies, sir Launcelot." He said simply. "I merely worry for your health and well being." Lance took a deep breath and nodded. "Yur right." The man conceded as he stood up and walked towards the window of his office. He was a few floors up on the research building which had a nice view of both the campus and the city. "I keep runnin' that stats and I think I'm on ta somethin'. Just a bit more work I think, but I hit a bit of a wall." Mordred nodded. "You are always determined with your scholarly pursuits." The navi agreed. "'Tis all a bit beyond me to be truthful, but I can not help but admire your enthusiasm, sir Launcelot." Lance beamed at the praise. "Ah, Mors, ya make me blush." He laughed a bit and turned back to glance at the door, leaning on that wall next to his windows. There didn't seem to be much traffic in the building at this time. Though every now and again, Lance would hear footsteps o some staff or student. Technically it was office hours for a few people, himself included, so he would be here for a bit longer. Just as he was about to sit down and take a little break from his work, he saw a person walking by quietly in the hall. He looked lost and unsure from how slow he was moving. "Hey ya lost there?" He asked curiously, not recognizing him. Hell, if he hadnt been looking, he probably wouldn't have even noticed the guy. "Ya lookin' for an office or somethin'?" |
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| Agent Q | Jul 14 2016, 10:23 PM Post #2 |
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"...Usual?" A deep, inhumane voice emanated. "Yeah...Get in, get the data, get out. I'll take care of the rest." The pair had pulled off many things like this before, this was only unusual in it's location: A school. 'His' school. As far as admissions was concerned, Keifer didn't exist, but he adopted many monikers over the years, quite a few professors were convinced he was a student in their class; This was just the first time he had to convince a mark of it. At least the money was correct. A sigh of frustration escaped his mouth as he began to wander towards the teacher's offices, he had his plan already planned, his responses rehearsed, and his tech nearby. This was also one of the few times he had no idea what the data he was looking for actually was. While secrecy and discretion was important, having some idea what he was grabbing certainly made things easier, and helped ease his conscience when accepting jobs. Whatever, I got a program that'll take care of the search for me... His train of thought was cut when he heard a voice call out behind him, quickly turning towards the intimidating looking man. "OH! Uhm...I'm looking for a Mister....Uhm..." Keifer dug through his pockets, pulling out a sheet of paper from one of them after what seemed like an eternity. "Professor...Lawnce....Eh...Loot...Drake?" He scratched the back of his head, hoping he wasn't playing up the shy lost student trope too much. "I just transfered into his class, and was really hoping I didn't miss his office hours!" His plan was a simple one: Get into the office, distract Drake from his computer long enough to get Phantom into it, and then keep his attention for a few minutes while Phantom and the program take care of business. "Could you point me in the right direction?" Edited by Agent Q, Jul 14 2016, 10:24 PM.
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| The_Silent_One | Jul 15 2016, 05:22 AM Post #3 |
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Lance wasn't the only professor in that area. When another rather large man hailing from Kingland had been awarded a tenured position, oh, the faculty head had known RIGHT where to put HIM. Part of him was irritated at being stuck in an office across the hall from a Wessac. Oh, not because he had a problem with folks from Wessec; they had never, historically, clashed, and they didn't really have a problem with one another. His ancestors and Drake's were too far removed. No, it was the sheer arrogance of just sticking two professors' offices together just because they both came from the same country. Still, though they rarely interacted, Lance seemed a nice enough sort. If his knee weren't shot, Gabriel probably would've loved to try a wrestling match with the lord from Wessec. The two professors didn't often share office hours, but he did hold these hours twice a week. And so it was that this just happened to be one of those times. He had...literally been doing nothing more entertaining than reading an e-book on his PET. But when he heard those voices in the hall, he murmured in Alban to his Navi, "[Hold on. I'll be right back.]" Grabbing a sturdy cane made of a dark red wood and topped with a brass sphere, the large Celtic Professor in the most casual clothes one could imagine stood and limped to the door, the cane clicking with each step. "Ach, is i' Professor Drake ye be lookin' far?" He grinned at Lance. "Aye, I think we know 'im. He's a scrawny wee bloke, always narvous, aye? I think 'e sha' 'is pan's when he fars' laid eyes on th' likes o' us." He looked back to Keifer. "If ye'd like, th' two of us could escor'che righ' tae his office. Aye, wouldnae be no trooble a' all." He grins. "After all, a nyoo styooden' o' Lancie's is like a nyoo styooden' o' me oon." ...Of course, he only spoke in a brogue this thick if he was playing a prank or really angry, and of course, Lance would know this, but a total stranger? Would he even understand what he just said? |
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| Clarent | Jul 17 2016, 10:57 AM Post #4 |
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Lance blinked as he saw the other professor across the hall from him run into the wayward student first. For someone who was apparently looking for him to join his class, he sure as hell didn't remember his name well. Weird, though it wouldn't be the first time a kid got nervous talking to professor Cruikshank. The old Albaenn did love to mess with people, and his accent, even for another kinglishman like him could be a bit hard to parse when he was playing up that angle. He was apparently doing that now too. Lance snorted, sniffling a laugh. "Professor Cruikshank, ya know the boy can probably hardleh understand ya. No need ta mess with him too much." He said shaking his head after walking just outside his office door. He wasn't much older than the 'boy' in question and his accent, while easier to parse, was still rather thick. It was all rather ironic and Lance knew it. Perhaps that's why he was sporting a shiteating grin. His toothy grin shrunk to a smirk before he spoke again. "I'm professor Drake. But, like I told the rest of the class, call me Lance. Nice ta meetcha..." He trailed off holding a hand out to the kid to let him introduce himself and maybe to shake his hand. Hoping being a little less formal might get the kid to relax a bit. Plus he did actually ask his class to use his nickname. Too much formality made him feel like he was back in his father's estate being waited on all the time, and he wasn't that sort of man. "What can I do fur ya?" He asks the young man. He did get some paper work about a student or two transferring, but not about him. All the other students he'd met in class already. But, that was all a bit hectic this time of year anyway with classes starting and students transferring in and out. Perhaps he could expect an updated roster soon. He'd have to send Mordred to check in a minute. |
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| Agent Q | Jul 24 2016, 01:49 PM Post #5 |
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Keifer visibly recoiled as a voice emanated out behind him. Was his cover blown? Slowly turning to the new voice behind him, Keifer looked up at him. "Uhhhh.... It took him quite a few moments to parse even a fraction of what the older gentleman was saying. The thick accent made it difficult for him to get even more than a few words. "I...Am looking for...Professor uhm...Drake...Yes." He was in a panic, plotting his next course of action. Running away and breaking in later was a messy option, but continuing to try and play it smooth, letting this joke run it's course was the safe bet. He knew the first man was Professor Drake, he always did his research beforehand, but the interferance from the second professor was an unanticipated road bump. The first professor responding that he was indeed the Professor Drake he was seeking. "Oh! Thank you Sir! Err...Lance..Sir...I'll get it eventually..." He'd let out a sigh of relief had he the chance without it blowing his cover, but given the circumstances, he simply turned back to Lance. Wouldn't be too much longer until he had what he needed. "As I was saying! I just transfered into your class earlier today. Was hoping you could go over what we went through in class so far? Don't want to be too far behind..." He had already arranged for the offices to add one Scott Ryler to the class list. The name was false, and wouldn't last long if the data was manually checked, but he had at least a day. That was more than enough. |
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| The_Silent_One | Jul 25 2016, 09:56 AM Post #6 |
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Gabriel laughed. "Ah, yer a good lad," he said, his accent falling off a fair bit. "Sorry for givin' ya a scare like that. I were only havin' a bit of fun. Me name's Gabriel Cruikshank. Might as well call me Gabe. Ye'll probly be seein' me around; Lance and I have been known ta cover each others' off-times, if a student needs somethin' an' we're not here, get me drift?" He held out his hand, smiling. "So it's good ta meetcha...er, wha'dje say yer name was, again?" Once introductions had been completed, he smiled to Lance. "I think I might head home in a half hour if no one else needs anythin' from me, alright? In the meantime, ya know where I am." |
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| The_Silent_One | Aug 11 2016, 09:46 PM Post #7 |
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"On second thought...Lance, you've got that project you've been workin' on. Why don'che let me handle the lad's orientation? I know yer curriculum by this point." Gabriel smiled warmly to his fellow professor. |
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