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Post by daughterharada on Jun 16, 2008 8:31:28 GMT -5
A tournament that she wouldn't be joining. She'd just watch. Maybe Piper was going to enter?
She threw her things haphazardly into her shoulderbag and picked up her blazer. Well, this would be interesting, if this idea even went through.
Brandy walked out of class, uncharacteristically quiet.
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Post by ocean on Jun 16, 2008 8:36:30 GMT -5
"That's it?"
Ocean frowned, stood up, and dusted off her blazer.
"Well, then, next time. And I, personally, can't wait for Doctor Takasei's first class. I'm going to call her 'Mom' to see what she does."
With a liugh, Ocean left. She'd tell Lucia what she missed later.
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Post by soncascada on Jun 16, 2008 8:40:11 GMT -5
"Knowing Aunt Linnis she'll either look at you like you're crazy or embrace you crying about how her little Lucia's growing up... or am I thinking of Noss? Ah well." Syaoran muttered as he walked out of the class.
It was a very unfruitful class, he thought, but he was hoping for better things next time.
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Post by kayla on Jun 16, 2008 10:40:58 GMT -5
Kayla blinked. Why was everyone leaving? She slowly picked up her head and flushed. First day and already asleep. Her mother was going to kill her--if not her mother, than her father--if not her father, then Richard when he returned. She gathered her things and shuffled out of the classroom in flustered state of embarrassment.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 16, 2008 20:04:23 GMT -5
Tyson didn't leave, he left his bag by the desk and went to the window, putting his hands on the windowsill and looking out at the grounds and shoreline. There wasn't anything immediately after this for him, and he, for once, didn't want to leave the classroom. History... it always made him wonder if there was more behind the obvious.
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 16, 2008 20:43:31 GMT -5
Mizuki waited for everyone to leave, but Tyson didn't seem to be leaving. Well, no matter. Maybe he had a question or something.
She packed up her things and left them at her desk, before striding over to Tyson.
"A beautiful view, isn't it?" She asked with her hands behind her back as she looked out the window. "I never thought to see something like this in America. Japan was always better for ocean views." She looked at Tyson. "You look as if you have a question, Mr. Gold."
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 15:17:00 GMT -5
Tyson's brow furrowed when Japan was mentioned. That linked to the man that never really was for him, his father. His what had been plain and neutral face fell into a scowl.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Questions in particular... no, I had none."
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 15:19:10 GMT -5
"I suppose." Mizuki said. This kid was giving her odd feelings of deja vu, and they weren't happy. She went over to her desk with quietness and picked up a piece of chalk, before wiping the board of the notes and writing the next class' notes on the board. It was a part of her thinking process. She was kind of hoping that the boy would say something if he needed to say it, otherwise he was being quite closed about it.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 15:33:56 GMT -5
Tyson's focus returned to out of the window as he listened to her write on the chalkboard. He thought she might've left to the teachers lounge or whatever it was called, but apparently that wasn't to be. It wasn't that important to him, as he took in the visage of the world.
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 15:38:17 GMT -5
She turned around with a 'sweet' smile. "So, Mr. Gold, where are you from?" She might as well spark up some conversation, if he was going to be spending his time loitering in her classroom.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 15:48:31 GMT -5
"I don't remember where I was born. I know that my dad's Carthaginian... I can assume my mom had blond hair, as I have blond hair..."
Tyson's scowl didn't leave, History was amongst his favorite. Family tree bull wasn't. The here and now was important to him, not his past.
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 16:09:07 GMT -5
"I see." Mizuki went back to writing on the chalkboard. She was as hard to talk to as another man she used to know... a man that she hoped was either saved or dead. Either would be better then what had happened to him, and what had nearly happened to her.
She was writing out the lesson in Japanese kanji, her native way of writing and planning it quietly to herself.
"Vahn Gale... perhaps covering him... no... no not Kamuro Umbra, he wasn't big on the dueling circuit and he's better for Shadow Studies anyway." She muttered to herself. She chuckled. "Ah, the effects of the raw Shadow Realm. I really should get Linnis to write that paper, she'd have a fun time torturing me with it." She muttered lightly with a chuckle.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 16:15:02 GMT -5
Tyson heard her mutter to her self, "Vahn Gale..." Then a breeze came, washing her voice out of his ears, and inserting the whoosh of the wind. After that, he just turned around, and sat on the windowsill, looking at what Mizuki had written on the board.
"I'm fairly certain that if I can't understand that, then most of the others won't be able to understand that, and conclusivly, it's not for you next class, right?"
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 21:43:44 GMT -5
Mizuki looked over. "Well, it is for the next class, but it's not exactly for student presentation yet. I'm just planning it out... I'm more comfortable in my native language, understandably." She said. She chuckled. "Perhaps it's good you can't understand it, it's a jumbled mess." She said with a nervous laugh. She wasn't quite sure of what else to say so she went back to scrawling on the board.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 21:55:34 GMT -5
Tyson shrugged... He wish he had wings... the ability to fly sounded a lot like swimming to him, only more intense... using air instead of water. To fall back and take off in the air would be amazing to him...
"Have you ever wished you could fly?"
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 21:58:39 GMT -5
Mizuki stopped writing with a bit of a jarring thought.
***
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The girl almost went tumbling right over the cliff but seemed to be stopped at the last second by some unknown force.
***
"ROXXAN!" She was there in front of Roxxan and the punch connected with her nose. Dazed, she nearly fell over the cliff but only landed at the edge, her breath completely lost.
***
"Many times. At least, it would've been nice at the time." Mizuki said.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 22:04:33 GMT -5
"Maybe that was the wrong thing to ask then... I feel like I'm wearing a mask. Like in that poem, 'We Wear the Mask'... I never mind."
Tyson sighed, hopping off the windowsill and looking back out into the world.
WE WEAR THE MASK
by: Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries
To Thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 18, 2008 22:10:08 GMT -5
"Paul Lawrence Dunbar?" Mizuki asked without turning around. "Interesting choice. He was quite the entrepreneur wasn't he? The first African-American poet to truly get renown in America." It seemed that while she had traveled, not only had Mizuki picked up on dueling history, she had picked up on normal history as well. Though there was one thing she didn't really understand from Western history, and that was the need for the Caucasian man to enslave other races. Slavery was wrong in general but... it just didn't seem all that logical. 'You're dark, go work in my fields.' It wasn't logical to her.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 18, 2008 22:16:26 GMT -5
Tyson nodded, but had seemed to withdraw upon himself again. He gripped the windowsill tightly and said nothing... why was he getting mad? He had nothing to be angry about, so why...? Tyson breathed in and out deeply a few times to make to control himself.
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Post by Emrys Nimbus on Jun 19, 2008 7:15:11 GMT -5
She sighed and wrote on the boards again, thinking to herself. The kids in duel academies had to be loved. A lot of the professors in her days either employed them to fight beside them, or told them to stop being whiners and battle for themselves. Three of them changed her life forever with that talk. Then again, the three of them were very immature at the time, 22, 19 and 18. Duel Academy tended to get them young and fresh.
She thought back a bit and ended up laughing quietly. Tyson reminded her somewhat of Marvelo, come to think of it. A lot of dark looks and no talking.
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