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| Tabloid | Nov 7 2009, 09:54 AM Post #1 | |
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Top floor of the Tower of Vox. This is where all the important administrators and big wigs of the Twin Campuses did whatever their business was, probably dealing with governmental contacts and conducting meetings that kept the school in a more or less working condition. The decisions that would effect not only how the students were conducted on campus, but also how the world would perceive the place in general, were made on this level and most likely behind closed doors. It could only be expected that this place had a sense of hurry and stress, since handling the super-powered children and the outside world at the same time would naturally drive the workers to their limits. Wessix was at the top of that pile. Wessix was whom Navvi had come to meet with. But given the nature of both the man himself and the career position he held, there was not a guaranteed chance that that would be the person Navvi would be talking with. But really, any top school administrator would do. Navvi just needed to talk with someone who would get his message to the upper echelons of the school. His words would probably ring with the most weight and context to the people who oversaw all the nutjobs and angst that pervaded the campuses from time to time. At least maybe they could make sense of Navvi's thoughts, even if would take himself some time to do so. So there was Navvi, seated quietly on the couch outside of a closed office, waiting without word for when he would be called in. He had tried setting an appointment with an administrator, but he had little idea if it went through successfully or if he had gotten the person he wanted. So if they did not call him in after some time, he would leave, maybe try again or just go on his way without letting them know what he was feeling. However he felt compelled to get his thoughts out in the open. This was, after all, the last thing he would do on the Twin Campus before he left. Perhaps forever. |
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| Iron Angel | Nov 12 2009, 10:56 PM Post #2 | |
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Professor Phoebus Staves would hardly be considered the most competent administrator in the dual campus, but one could be fooled with the stacks of paperwork on his desk. Release of liability forms to be rewritten (which was a lawyer's job to do but at a hefty sum for the unorthodox school), attendance to be reviewed (the province of other teachers and their respective classes, but Wessix enjoyed watching Phoebus scurry from room to room), lesson plans for Post Dawn Social Studies (so far a rather depressing topic), activity sheets for the Student Council to be approved (a light affair except for budgeting), and numerous other complaints and queries of the school grounds. For as much as Wessix paid Sabrina, Professor Staves was certain she could have handled the majority of that clogging his Inbox, but as with the attendance of classes Phoebus didn't even teach, Wessix enjoyed a level of sadism only slaked with Phoebus's sweat and blood. "Bastard..." the worn teacher muttered into his folded arms above his mound. "I'd have half a brain to report him if I didn't feel I deserved at least part of this." Professor Staves had spent the last year writhing in mental agony over his actions, and now, he had come to a new stage of the guilt: a sort of Stockholm Syndrome induced by Wessix's torture that knew comfort only in further duty. To a psychologist, he would be a nightmare. A self-pitying, self-loathing guilt trip that couldn't find redemption even in forgiveness handed to him by a cherub and sought the Devil's whip to exonerate himself. When a boy walked into the main office where he sat, Phoebus looked up and blinked. Students tended to avoid this level of the administrative offices even if directly ordered to do so. There was a new attitude of students that authority meant little when one could fling a fireball or vanish into thin air, so anyone coming here was by pure force of need. "Can I...help you?" Consciously, Phoebus flipped down the long, brass sign proclaiming him to be "Wessix's Bitch" beneath his name. |
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| Tabloid | Nov 13 2009, 03:21 PM Post #3 | |
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Finally, a person took notice of Navvi. An obviously harried and stressed worker, judging by not only his crowded workspace but also his demeanor and the look on his face, asked the typical question of someone behind a desk. Though the question was more fit for a secretary than a working Professor. But, then again, secretaries were usually the ones who were piled with the paperwork because of their low position on the career ladder. Navvi got up from his seat and walked over to the man's desk, standing tall and never breaking his dead eye contact. "Yes. I request an audience with Headmaster Wessix. It has to do with my leaving the Twin Campuses and...." For once, Navvi broke eye contact, shifting his gaze to the side as if looking for the right words, a strange act considering his brain was essentially a super computer. A second later, he brought his eyes back to the overworked man. ".... There are some things I need to say that may make sense to him. If he is unavailable, I wish to speak with someone who could get my message to him." |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Nov 17 2009, 09:46 AM Post #4 | |
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Sabrina was currently not at her post. Her in-box had been set to auto forward all work for Avalon over to Phoebus, and any actual documentation received an enchantment upon touching her desk that caused it to spring up, fold itself into a neat paper airplane, and fly over to Phoebus's desk and directly into his face. The glossy black doors to the Avalon headmaster's office were sealed shut to keep anyone and everyone out. Almost for a year now Wessix had been acting strange(r) by shutting almost everyone out. He had yet to explain himself to Kiefer, yet to greet (and encourage) many of his potentially dangerous new students, and yet to address the school about Gasha, Grimnocht, or Limbus. Currently he sat at his desk with his hands running through his mix of gray and white hair, snarling on occasion whenever he felt like it. "She's back... and that pompous asshole won't let me do a DAMNED THING ABOUT IT!" He roared in a mannerism that Wessix restrained himself from showing to students. "She is going to break this whole damned world... She's been waiting for something like this. Yet, that ass bans me, ME! From utilizing my campus to stop this. Idiots...." Sabrina was not at her desk because she currently was sitting on the corner of Wessix's fragile but beautiful dark glass desk. Though her face and tone could not show emotion, she was concerned for her master. "You could explain to Alastair why you hate Lady Gasha so much... Perhaps he would not stand in your way after that. Or you could send me to investigate her-" "No." Wessix sounded more deflated then ever. "Gasha might be able to break your seal, and Alastair would simply laugh at me for explaining the aggravation that bitch caused me. We'll let the students get stronger for now, and then, when the timing is right... we start giving the Witch of Endor hell." The headmaster blinked at that moment, for he was always aware whether Phoebus was displaying his name tag correctly or not. For some reason, the hard working professor had chosen to hide it again. Due to the link in their minds, Sabrina knew this as well. "You should go torment Professor Staves, that is always a handy distraction." Her monotone voice somehow made the word 'torment' sound all the more pleasing to Wessix. He gave no agreement, but rose to exit his office. Right before the door, he turned back to speak; thought about it, and then finally uttered something. "Take those office lady clothes off. I want to examine your mark before we re-equip you." "Thanks to our kind Professor humbling himself by hiding his nameplate, you can report your grievances with the campus, life, the universe, and everything to us both. One tic though hmmm?" Though his hair was more out of order then usual as apposed to regular, his tone showed none of the grief or anger that he had been expressing back at his own office. The headmaster moved around Navi as if the robot was just a decoration in the room, flipped up Phoebus's nameplate, and uttered a single word. "Repent." While turning back to face Navi, Wessix started to consider exactly what he had heard the robot with a super computer brain state. "So, your statements that might make sense? Feel free to share." |
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| Tabloid | Nov 17 2009, 06:20 PM Post #5 | |
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Wessix was a strange man to be sure, even Navvi could discern that. For such a powerful man, both in terms of influence and powers, Wessix may not have been in the best clarity of mind to be in such a position. A clear head and total wherewithal was essential for a person in such high standing and with so much in their hands. Maybe the man that Navvi wished to speak with, the headmaster of this incredible institution, was not quite fit for his title. At least that was the tiny thought that ran through Navvi's mind as Wessix turned about and faced him. "Headmaster, you may or may not have heard, but I am taking my leave of this institution. I... I...." Navvi was at slight loss of words again, and his gaze broke once more. His eyes turned to look at the ground for a moment before looking back up at Wessix. It was still very strange for him to act like that. "I.... Do not think I belong here. It is hard for me to elaborate on the exact reasoning for that sentiment. But I can tell you with moderate certainty that it finds its origins somewhere in the population or make up of this school." For just a second, Navvi's normally blank expression changed. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed just the tiniest bit, and maybe his hand clenched into a fist for a moment. His eyes flicked from the professor/secretary and back to Wessix. Then his expression turned back into the empty slate it usually was. "Something about these.... People.... Grates me. Maybe it is just that.... People..." Even Navvi was finding it strange and unfamiliar for himself to be talking this way. Instead of just stating fact and statements in the most economical way possible, he was actually thinking out loud and not exactly thinking about what was coming out. Slightly surprised by his statement of opinion, he started pacing about the office slowly, looking torn and indecisive. "I....I.... Do not... Know..." |
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| Iron Angel | Nov 18 2009, 02:16 PM Post #6 | |
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Phoebus blinked at the student before him. He was unable to decide if the boy really did have a message that only Headmaster Wessix would understand and therefore needed to hear directly or if the student wasn't taking his position seriously and just wanted the higher authority. In either case, Professor Staves had an uneasy feeling in the back of his mind about the kid. After all, not many bothered to report to administrative staff. "I...well...Let me hear the message, and I'll decide if..." Wessix's voice made Phoebus jump. The sound of the chair scraping and then thudding as it hit the door echoed while he winced. With a nervous hand, Phoebus set himself back in order, a long-fingered hand running through the golden curls. Even the nameplate being quite conspicuously flipped up didn't incur anything but panic within the jumpy Evo teacher. If there was one person not to be bothered, the Headmaster of Dubious sanity and humanity was it. Then, the boy spoke again. "These...people?!" Phoebus repeated incredulously. "Now, listen here, kid. These people are probably just as annoyed by you with a crappy attitude like that!" As poorly as Phoebus had behaved toward his race at the start, Wessix's whispered word had been taken to heart long before. To him, these people certainly hadn't chosen their lot in life, and it was rude of the young man to be so intolerant. As the heat built in the professor's face, his features slid away to resemble that of Navvi's, emphasizing his view in a dramatic way while he curled a frown toward the student. |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Nov 20 2009, 12:02 AM Post #7 | |
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The look across the face of the headmaster quickly became something most students and faculty were not used to seeing. In fact, it may have been the first time Wessix ever gave such a look, which might cause anyone other then Phoebus (with his background in acting) and a robot (capable of probability calculations) to not know what it meant. All the same, his head tilted and ice blue eyes stared in combination with a thin mouth to form a look of curiosity. For once, Emanuel was genuinely listening to someone other then himself. Phoebus of course cut in, showing off his own abilities and attempting to demean the situation beyond the grounds that it called for. The Headmaster abruptly cut his stare at Navi to chastise Professor Staves. "Silence. You presume much without actually finding the problem. Typical of a mortal..." His gaze rolled back to Navi, and a silver chair quite literally appeared behind the boy. "Sit please. Generic statements serve both of us badly, and if you wish to leave, I want specifics. What is it exactly about those here that bugs you? Or is it even limited to here? In Kaban, away from all the madness, what do you think of humanity there? Do not be afraid to be honest, even if your logic travels into what might be defined as morally gray, or even out of line with the law." Wessix himself took a seat, at the edge of Phoebus's desk. His arms sat in his lap with the fingers of each hand touching as though they too would absorb information from Navi's thought process. With a sigh, his mind worked to stop the steady stream of paper airplanes traveling down the hall, they now stood waiting outside the door, paper kamikazes ready to bring madness back to Phoebus once the talk was over. Still, his gesture of kindness meant he wanted the situation taken seriously and even respectfully, which Wessix hoped would bring the man back to acting like a professor rather then a winy hurt Evotelluric child. Evos Dawn... Hasn't been nearly enough fun yet. Probably never going to reach it with Gasha running around either. Wonder whether this one is going to go over the top himself, seeing as how logic dictates anything that causes a problem with a system needs to be eliminated. Grimm, the Warden, and Alastair would kill me for it if they could, but this school needs more motivation to grow strong if they want to live. At least in that way this robot could be of use. |
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| Tabloid | Nov 20 2009, 03:47 PM Post #8 | |
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Professor Staves' outburst was in the best of intentions, though maybe not in the best of presentation, but Navvi ignored his exclamation and words completely. He continued to pace about the room in an increasingly panicked and frenzied manner. If he did not remember to turn around periodically, Navvi would have crashed through the walls of the office into the next room or out into the air around the tower. Navvi was lost in his thoughts, but his mechanical nature meant he could not actually not hear or listen to what Staves or Wessix were saying. The only thing that really struck Navvi as worth remembering was Wessix referring to the other man as a "mortal". Typically that meant the speaker of the word was a Deity-like being or simply an extremely long-lived one. That meant Wessix was possibly some kind of immortal. That would mean he was like Navvi in that sense... He took a seat in the magically-manifested seat without even looking at it, still thinking. When Wessix began asking questions, Navvi could only answer in turn, much to his own chagrin at his own nature. "The people here...." Navvi's tone with that word was slowly growing more laden with malice and hate. "No.... Not just here, sir. Everywhere. Here, in the city, in other countries, across the oceans. They all just...." Surprisingly, Navvi did what only living beings could do when at a loss for words, which was impossible for him, he simply growled and clenched his fists. "They... They lack.... Purpose. A plan. They act without reason or thought or logic. They just have no sense of forethought or learning from past deeds. They turn to their Gods and Messiahs like pathless, spoiled children. They act without regard or course of action. Then they are surprised and horrified at what they had done, like they had not seen it all coming beforehand!" Navvi words were filling with more emotion as he spoke, his volume rose, and his face became etched with more anger. "Humans. Evos. Magi. Just.... Sentient beings.... They do not deserve that sentience.... None of them do.... If their Gods gifted them with that, then their Gods are more foolish than their creations..." He looked at his own hands. "Then these people have the gall to attempt a similar feat of creation... And play master to what is obviously superior..." |
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| Iron Angel | Nov 22 2009, 12:35 PM Post #9 | |
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Wessix was perhaps the worst-equipped person to deal with a human emotion such as anger. As he reprimanded Phoebus, the professor's gaze grew ugly. The smooth-cheeked features of Navvi slid away from his face as his own image emerged. His skin itched insanely from the rapid transition, adding to his ire and frustration as he fought to maintain composure. For once, the golden tint of the skin was missing, the youthful brow suddenly creased, and he dragged a hand through his yellow curls. He wanted to hit either of the two, now, but refrained, obeying with a shred of calm clinging desperately to his tattered reason. As much as he wanted to be, Phoebus was hardly guilt free. The two exchanged words while Phoebus frowned at the paper airplanes hovering outside the doorway. At least none of them seemed to be bright red, indicating an emergency, though, he would not have minded if it meant distracting him from the two most inhuman creatures in the world. His palm cupped his brow as the long fingers wove through his golden locks. What the Hell is this kid even talking about? Professor Staves thought irritably. Is he Evo, now, or not? He watched the mechanical pace of the young man through narrowed eyes, unsure of what he was even looking for. Obviously, this kid had a god complex of sorts. Funny that he should be discussing it with Wessix, a man who would proclaim himself as something similar or greater. Perhaps, this could be entertaining enough until he could answer the fluttering airplanes. |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Nov 23 2009, 11:19 AM Post #10 | |
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Wessix did something highly irregular yet again, he stayed quiet. Normally, he only let a person finish a statement so that he might hear himself speak (and the man did love the sound of his own voice) without the annoyance of another interruption. However, he had limited experience in dealing with sentient technology, even if Navvi was considered true AI, Wessix thought of him as a machine. A tool, created for the purpose of destruction and information processing. It could be useful in so many ways, but a self aware creation unable to do its job accurately could be the point driving the robot crazy. Still, was it truly thinking, or just using logic subroutines to mimic what thoughts a human in its position would have? Being the blunt individual that he was, Emanuel thought to ask such a thing. "You complain about flaws in designation, and allow me to submit that you are correct in the assessment that Gods, or things that call themselves such, are for the most part useless and silly creatures bent to their own whims. Thus, humans, the creations of power clashes between forces that claim to define good and evil, are also flawed. However, a flawed creation cannot build something perfect... even if they were to create a form of life." Wessix did not try and be subtle about this, mechanical creations were in his frank opinion empty unless given arcane potential, or at least incredible levels of power. "Thus, you, a creation of humanity, are inherently flawed. Even if by your own claims you are... superior... you are still imperfect. All this anger that you are... feeling? Are your brain patterns meant to mimic humans, or is your logic advanced enough to where you have breached the stage of true emotion?" It was at this point the Headmaster of Avalon got up from Phoebus's desk, and licked his lips as if he were tasting what he was going to say next. "Either way, you lack respect for life itself, which means you lack an understanding of the complexity behind it. Machines are simple to make in comparison, because transferring electrons between metals or giving a computer logic sub-routines is easy compared to building a biological electro-chemical nerve center, or furthermore creating the closest thing to a quantum computer out of a nerve structure. Humanity and most living things are unable to embrace how complex a thing life really is, but I should think something that could, logically, step back and see everything would learn that. "You probably will not listen to me, but you are not superior to even an ant in this world." Despite the fact that Wessix's tone lacked anger, his acid at very least matched Phoebus. "You are a tool. A weapon built for the purpose to observe and then destroy what its creator willed it to destroy, even if it allowed self learning. The reason why humanity's lack of purpose angers you is because they are free to choose whether they act or not, whether they carry a moral code, whether they pursue a goal, or even how they feel or learn." Emanuel did not wait for last words, he turned back to Phoebus. "Process its exiting papers please, as I have no more time to waist on something that isn't truly sentient." The Headmaster simply vanished from the office, without any flash or pizazz. The papers that had been so patiently waiting outside the door in airplane form buzzed into the office, but instead of their usual routine of striking his face, they settled on his desk. |
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| Tabloid | Today, 3:00 PM Post #11 | |
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What Wessix said only added to Navvi's inner fervor. The man was both right and wrong. Yes, there was a complexity to living organisms that he could never become and perhaps never fully understand. But they also took all that complexity and sophistication for granted, like a spoiled child given the great gift of life. There was just so much to understand, and it only made Navvi more angry at the beings that created him and tried to control him. After the man left, Navvi got up from his chair and turned to leave. Before he left the room, he turned his head one last to look at the professor/secretary. "Relay one last thing to Wessix. Neither this exchange nor his own implied superiority changes anything about him. He is still counted in the lowly ranks of sentient organics, and will be treated as such when the time comes. I hope he keeps that in mind." With that said, Navvi continued walking and left the office. Soon he would be leaving the building, and then the campus. Where his path of travel would take him was completely up in the air, as was what he would learn and decide on this journey. But there was on thing that could be certain about his journey of enlightenment. When and if he returns, it would not be an occasion to celebrate or welcome. |
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