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| Amemarteau | Jun 11 2011, 07:58 PM Post #1 | |||||||||
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June 19th. The day was a special day, but for many reasons. No, it was not some holiday, and thank God since a holiday on Sunday would have been the most disappointing discovery for the year. No, today was a special day for many reasons, but not as a holiday. An inconspicuous Sunday for most, with the one small detail that an extra lecture was being held. A class on Sunday? What sort of madness was this? At least, that’s what the masses would say. Sure enough, there was a very, very specific brand of madness that came with this lecture. Scientific madness, that is. June 19th was the day set for a guest lecture of some as-of-yet unnamed individual, apparently one with the credentials to spare on this topic. The topic itself was quite peculiar: Mad Science. Such was not a simple term, nor was it very informative. Mad science? What the hell was mad science? Did it involve the study of insanity, or was it the study of something far more…diabolical? And just what sort of diabolism? Who knows, but from the whispered, or possibly mumbled mentions from a particular group of individuals, those more familiar with said group would have an inkling of understanding just what they were getting into. As for the classroom itself…that was the oddness to it. It was a classroom, with tables and a blackboard and a projector. No lab equipment, nothing. At the front of the room was a simple lecture podium, and the only indication of anything mad in particular going on was that there was one person leaning against the wood slab. Clad in black leather coat hanging down to the middle of her thigh, black boots creeping up to her knees and the rest left exposed, Délise LeFer seemed on the border between boredom and mild amusement as she waited for ‘classmates’ to come in. She knew at least one person coming in, whose name was guaranteed on the list thanks to her help. But she was not the one introducing people into the classroom, aside from a pleasant, knowing smile given to Miguel. Nay, it was rather some disembodied voice from Lord knows where, ushering strange orders to those poor students bemusedly walking in. “TAKE A SEAT.” “ANY SEAT.” “….MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” |
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| CarrotBird | Jun 11 2011, 08:46 PM Post #2 | |||||||||
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June 19th. The day was a special day, but for many reasons. No, it was not some holiday, and thank whatever gods or similar beings that may or may not exist, if they do exist and they are capable of appreciating a thanks, since a holiday on Sunday would have been the most disappointing discovery for the year. Holidays during the week were disappointing enough, but he always had things to do on Sundays. What was he expected to do if there was a holiday then? Take a break from his plans, as well? That would be horrible. No, today was a special day for many reasons, but not as a holiday. It was an inconspicuous Sunday for most, with the one small detail that an extra lecture was being held. A class on Sunday? What sort of madness was this? At least, that’s what the pathetic masses would say, unable to identify the brand of madness this was. Indeed, there was a very, very specific brand of madness that came with this lecture, and unlike the idiots who dared not come to it, Avery knew what it was. Scientific madness. He’d been understandably thrilled, and began to prepare himself hours before the event. His uniform was impeccable, his hair tied back in a beautiful set of braids (if he did say so himself). He carried with him a notepad, though he wasn’t certain he’d remember to use it, and of course, his trusty pencil case. 3 pencils, 3 erasers, 33 disposable lighters. He was ready. …Ready for what? June 19th was the day set for a guest lecture by some mysterious individual who had not revealed his name, though he was apparently very intimately connected with the topic at hand. Avery had heard many things about the man. He was likely a man, but beyond that the rumours became very strange. He was "the father of that god-forbidden thing". He could turn lead into gold. He could turn lead into gourds. He could turn lead into gods. His name was Rien, and he'd come from Vhoorl to torture the students to death and take over the world. So on and so forth. Though he doubted all the rumours were true, they were definitely a gigantic plus. So large of a plus it could crush an entire city under its weight, in fact. The topic itself was quite helpful in adding to the plus, making it large enough for the Earth to orbit around: Mad Science. Such was not a simple term, nor was it very informative. Mad science? What on or off of this world was mad science? Did it involve the study of insanity, or was it the study of something far more... beautiful? And just what exactly would it entail? It was something Avery was going to find out. And it would be glorious. As for the classroom itself…that was the oddness to it! It was a classroom, with tables and chairs and a black board and a projector. Nothing even resembling lab equipment. Perhaps this was the nature of madness? At the front of the room was one of those rectangular-prism-type objects people had a tendency to stand behind when they spoke. There was someone there… but Avery sincerely doubted she was to be the lecturer. Clad in black leather coat hanging down to the middle of her thighs, black boots creeping up to her knees and the rest left exposed, a girl Avery recognized as one of Falque's sisters seemed on the border between boredom and mild amusement. But she was not the one introducing people into the classroom, aside from her small smile to a boy he didn't recognize, unless she had powers he did not know of. There was a disembodied voice from some place unknown, ushering orders to the students coming in. To him. “TAKE A SEAT.” Yes, a seat! But which one? “ANY SEAT.” Of course! “….MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” At this last… comment, if you will, Avery felt himself filled with something somewhat like mirth. It felt a command like any other. He looked left, then right, then settled with stating his reply to the heavens that were beyond the classroom’s ceiling. “…AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” It was far more… satisfying than he’d expected it. Avery smiled quietly, and then settled himself into a chair near the front of the classroom, squeaking into position. “That will be all.” |
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| Opportunity Cost | Jun 12 2011, 06:58 AM Post #3 | |||||||||
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Mad science. Miguel had to admit, that was an excellent topic for a class, good enough to justify giving up his Sunday. Normally, around now, he’d be playing video games, reading, maybe even working in the Coven store or looking for a rare book. Probably one of the latter – he could always play video games late at night, but going to little magical bookstores in Fukuoka and around late tended to be a bad idea. Mad science. What, exactly, made it mad? Miguel had seen enough bad science fiction films to know not to sit up front. Were they talking about some of the types of magic and science not so well-regarded, Frankenstein-esque creation? That was the main image that came to Miguel’s mind, at least; digging up bodies in the middle of the night, accidentally extracting the wrong brain, inserting enormous screws into corpses. Or was it more like alchemy? Miguel had always classified that as half-magic, half-science; certainly, it was mad to try to turn substances into gold, or it had been when they had tried it. He couldn’t help grinning as he imagined the possibilities; mastery over the periodic table would be incredible. Miguel entered the classroom with his bag of holding slung across his chest, wearing a tight dark green button-down, the top two buttons undone to reveal a white wife beater beneath, and his sleeves rolled up to just beneath his elbow. His pants were jeans, simple; he’d tried to look nice, but not like he’d put too much effort into it. He was taken aback by Délise, and, eyes lingering only briefly on her thighs, to his credit, he smiled back and took his seat, around the middle of the room. What was Délise doing here? Why her? The disembodied voice was creepy enough, someone who… it sort of reminded him of Eric’s sense of… Miguel felt a cold, creeping dread running down his spine and tried to shake it away. There was no justification for that, none, so why did he suddenly feel like he’d made a terrible mistake? |
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| Fenrir | Jun 13 2011, 08:05 PM Post #4 | |||||||||
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Just what was Mad Science? Leo didn't knew, another interesting question however would be what was Leo doing there? Honestly, he was interested in the credits that he could earn from assisting the guest lecture, suspecting that they'd be easy to get and if not? he had Legato who was on a more genuine interest there... Not that Leo wasn't interested in the subject, just not exactly his favorite. However the teen was curious, and the possibility of it being something that in the future could prove useful lured Leo to assist to the class... So without a second thought, the teen was well on his way to the class. Ignoring exactly what this class was going to be about, the teen had packed up pretty much everything he could think in his Bag of Holding that could prove useful, from a flashlight in case they needed to go into minuscule detailed work that could require some additional light, to matches... For logical reasons. He couldn't prevent to wonder if it'd be a good idea to also take to the class some food... He knew that the class was supposed to last for quite a while, else they wouldn't have assigned the Sunday for it, however he had his doubts about being able to eat in class. Nonetheless, the teen was at the classroom in question, walking into it and looking around at the few presents. Delise was a familiar face from the game experience a week or so ago, however besides her he couldn't identify anyone else. Oh well, he supposed Legato would arrive later, though it surprised the teen to be earlier than the Snake guy, if only because Legato did seem fairly... interested or passionate about the subject. The voice did startle Leo, well, more like the fact that it came out of nowhere, and it was laughing too... However he suspected it was the professor's way to introduce himself, maybe one of the subjects they'd cover... Maybe. Regardless, the teen walked over to the first spare seat he saw, and took it for himself, looking up to Delise and smiling lightly... Hopefully she'd stay around, it'd be awful to be alone in a classroom with no one known. |
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| Cheshirewocky | Jun 14 2011, 12:39 AM Post #5 | |||||||||
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Of all the classrooms in all the dual campuses in all the world, he had to guest lecture at this one. Seeing the name LeFer on a Mad Science roster, a certain water mage found her hand writing her name on the sign-up list before she could stop it - not that she wanted to. Given the number of LeFers already on campus, what were the chances that this one didn't belong to the clan as well? Especially given the theme of the lecture. Unless Eric had scanned the list of attendees, he wouldn't even know that Vera was coming, but how could she resist potentially meeting the man who had influenced her boyfriend's inherent craziness? She probably walked into that classroom more confidently than she should have, eager as she was to see this guest lecturer of theirs. Unfortunately, the only people she saw were Délise and three others. That somewhat took the wind out of her grand-vision sails, but only a little. If Délise was there at the front of the classroom, then it only further suggested who this lecturer was. "Hope you plan not to spill anything on those. Leather isn't as corrosion-friendly as real lab coats," Vera gave a nod to Délise. Whether the sentiment was genuine or a subtle admonishment couldn't be determined from her tone. Maybe it was both. "Hey Miguel." The water mage didn't expect a slightly ominous yet mostly melodramatic, disembodied voice to call out to the room. She jumped and quickly scampered to an empty desk, sliding in and staring at the front of the room like a deer caught in the headlights. ...Maybe Eric was really one of the more sane people in the family... Edited by Cheshirewocky, Jun 14 2011, 12:40 AM.
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| RGreyGuard | Jun 14 2011, 01:00 AM Post #6 | |||||||||
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A lot of people were confused on just what Mad Science pertained to. By definition it was to be something demented and forbidden by ethical society, but that could describe most scientific breakthroughs couldn't it? Where would the world be without Newton's heretic works of science? Or Galileo's insane theories about the working of our world? There was no such thing as mad science. There was only the first step in a new direction that others were too afraid to take. Others unlike Legato and whoever else would be in the class with him. He had signed up for the class the moment he heard about it. Honestly what reason did he have to not at least check it out? The entire week before June the 19th had been spent in preparation and anticipation. It was hard to not drift off in the middle of a conversation and think about what the topic could be. Something like new medical procedures would be extremely informative and interesting. But then again a topic about new energy sources and technologies would be just as good. The very thought of so much new knowledge practically made his mouth water. At the very least he hoped it wasn't some ordinary topic masquerading as mad science. He had given up a day with Jin for this after all. He even felt a little bad about it. After all she seemed to be upset by his refusal to accompany her to her father's grave site. He tried to not care about it but it was hard when Jin was involved. So many confusing emotions and things he didn't want to deal with. Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it now. He was already at the classroom. Once he arrived at the classroom he was surprised with a familiar face. Legato had no idea Leonard had an interest in science of any kind outside of that which lead to Legato doing his homework for him. It was a little refreshing to see someone he knew. Especially considering that he didn't know anyone else in the room. What was more surprising than seeing Leonard was seeing the female at the head of the class. He doubted she was the professor, she looked too young and not very science-y. Then again maybe it was just her style of dress. She certainly carried more of a flair to her wardrobe than Legato did with his plain grey jacket and tight black t-shirt. For a moment he considered sitting next to Leonard but decided against it at the last moment. Instead he took a seat next to the girl . . . boy . . . person sitting at the front of the class. Jennifer and Christopher had really made him too paranoid about so called “traps”. He listened to the voice ring out over the class and then cackle. It kind of reminded him of Vera's mate, but what were the chances of a connection between the two? ...roughly 56.48 percent give or take .5%. |
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| RDiss | Jun 14 2011, 12:34 PM Post #7 | |||||||||
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The study of science was a peculiar, far reaching one. After all, there were a variety of topic that fell under the category of 'science', as well as anything could be labeled a study of 'science'. Take, for example, Irvine Ceralius. Avalon student, young beginning mage. A scholar in the science of -magic-. Wasn't that enough to classify as mad, in some circles? Taking that which defies laws and physics, and breaking it down into it's own laws, and physics. It started as something of a hobby of his...but about the time he began working with Tara more exclusively, their studies shifted onto the topic as she drained him of all his knowledge on the subjects. Matter of fact. That's why he was here today, to further his knowledge to take back to Tara. Part of him felt a bit like an obtuse errand boy for the endeavor, though the topic itself more than interested him. Dressed in his pressed uniform for a unique Sunday lecture, the male entered the classroom with something of a halt. There was a face he knew, one of his circle, Délise LeFer. LeFer. And...then the voice hit him, a tinge of panic at the unknown location, until he actually heard the words. The melodrama would make even the most patient student want to roll their eyes, Irvine wagered, and he was no exception, wandering past Miguel with a pat to the male's back. It hadn't hit him yet. That who was giving the lecture hadn't been a part of the information he'd been given. He didn't know. Miguel didn't either, but at least they'd be able to weather it together. If anyone were used to the LeFers, all of them, it had to be those two—And maybe Eric's girlfriend. With a wave to the water mage, and one of the waitresses he managed at the cafe, Irvine relaxed into the seat, dropping his bag. Was there anyone else he knew in this class? For being as recluse as he was, he was getting a sense of having been around, already. Oh. There was. Well. Hell. The male's eyes locked on a certain serpentine presence. Not a bit of malice in them, just...shock, and watching. The last time he had seen the boy, there had been bouts of violence and danger, and frankly, he had just about written off the male as a menace. Yet...now here he sat, quietly as if ready to learn. Well...certainly there could be no harm in that, could there? If he were to be peaceful, then...Or perhaps, that day was just a series of poor coincidences? Irvine had been known to worse. Though his eyes didn't leave the other boy, his expression neutral. |
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| Amemarteau | Jun 14 2011, 03:09 PM Post #8 | |||||||||
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Honestly, Délise did not expect this many to show. Or rather, she did not expect to know so many people who showed up. The first person was lost on her, an unsurprising realization given the fact that as far as Délise was concerned, she did not know any kids who laughed like they had lost their mind. In fact, Délise was pretty sure she didn’t want to know that kid at all. He…she…it…reminded her way too much of the...’teacher’ himself. But at least there was Miguel, whose eyes were quite quickly caught by Délise’s own lingering on her exposed thigh. She even considered given him a little more of a show, but…well, there was a certain wisdom not to. Still, it was a tempting matter, especially when Leo had surprisingly walked through the door. Of all the places to have a couple of hunks walk in, and to have herself on a tight leash… They wouldn’t know, but the pleasant smile she gave to the two of them was the most she could bear to do right now. Next was Eric’s girlfriend, Vera. She seemed a little…disheartened about something. Was it because she couldn’t see the teacher? Maybe…Délise wasn’t really sure what Vera would be expecting on a Sunday class, though. Délise sighed a little at Vera’s remark, before twisting her face in an amused smile, “Trust me when I say, if something spilled on me, corrosion would be the least of my worries.” Others came in, now. Legato was recognizable only from the Star Trek simulation, and from all she could recall of it, he was a bit of a…Vulcan, in of himself. Maybe he was just a good actor, even if he still seemed completely deprived of emotion. Then there was Irvine, another figure Délise was quite familiar with, and who himself was apparently familiar with Legato. That…did not look like a friendly glance. Little did they know, only the six of them were really scheduled to show up for this lecture. As soon as everyone was seated, Délise walked forward and quietly shut the doors behind them all, and with that…the lecture began. ”GREETINGS, YOUNG JOURNEYMEN OF SCIENCE. AND JOURNEYWOMAN. AND JOURNEY…PERSON.” The entire room boomed with that ominous voice once again, echoing in the air with seemingly no point of origin. No matter, all that needed to be known of the voice was that it was big, it was bold, and it was teaching science! ”TODAY, I TEACH YOU THE FINEST LINES BETWEEN GENIUS AND INSANE, BETWEEN FRINGE AND FOLLY, BETWEEN ASTRONOMY AND ASTROLOGY! TODAY, YOU SHALL LEARN…” The great boom of a voice paused dramatically, and the sound of a breath being taken above them all had come quite audibly. ”MAD SCIE-*bang* Oh! Tabernac en Chalise de la Marie…” … "PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE SWEARING FRENCHMAN ABOVE YOU IN THE AIR VENT.” Another pause. However, this time was not for dramatic effect. In fact, the only reason the pause existed was due to a slight creak up in the vents…and soon enough, the loud sound of breaking metal was proceeded by a screaming madman dropping right out of the ceiling, Délise gasping in shock as she stumbled to try and catch the man and break his fall. She succeeded fantastically, leaving herself pancaked into the floor underneath the man’s frame. Dark brown hair shaggy even for its short cut, a thin beard clinging to his face, and a pair of prescription glasses were all that was needed to be said to know that this man…was a scientist. Or maybe it was the fact he wore a white lab coat. Or maybe the fact he had a pocket protector filled with stationery. Regardless, people knew he was a scientist, and he knew from the look of them…that they weren’t. No wonder they were here, poor kids. Yet two individuals stood out in particular to this tall figure of six feet one. And to his benefit, they sat together. But of course. They must have been telepaths, feeding off of each other’s mental energies to better themselves. All the smart people were doing it. The teacher walked up to one of them, the JourneyPerson, as he put it, and snatched the pencil case from right in front of them. Opening it just as swiftly, he emptied the contents in front of Avery and stared vigorously at his mess. “…I don’t think you have enough lighters.” With that, the man drew a pair of lighters from out of one of his sleeve pockets and set them on the table in front of Avery, leaving them for the boy to keep as the scientist turned around and walked over to the podium where Délise was struggling back to her feet in a grimace of pain. “My poor dear…” The man unexpectedly picked her up by the shoulders and kissed her on the top of her head. “Why don’t you go sit down with your friends, now?” Délise rubbed her back out of soreness, but she was surprisingly okay after having the teacher fall right on top of her. Limping over slowly to right beside Miguel, she sat down beside him and looked back at the teacher, whose face was now explosively wide with a grin. “I KNEW IT!!!” And without another second spared, the man rushed up to Miguel and pointed directly at his nose. “YOU!” He cried out with such passionate confidence, “are Miguel. I know so much about you~.” The man extended an arm to Miguel, waiting impatiently for the boy to take it. “You may call me…” … “Mr. LeFer. I am Délise’s father. A pleasure to meet you.” Mr. LeFer, if Miguel had not already offered his hand, would take the liberty of doing it himself and shaking the boy’s arm up and down with a surprising level of vigour. With Délise sufficiently embarrassed, he moved on to another certain individual, Vera Muir. “And you! Are Vera Muir, no doubt? Eric hasn’t told me much about you, presumably because the spike of endorphins at the mere mention of your name leaves him tongue tied. So all I know is he loves you very, very much, or has recently forgotten how to speak. I wonder if it’s too late to make bets…” Almost lost in his own thoughts, Mr. LeFer came back to reality not a moment too soon to address the rest of the class. “All of you, now! I’m so glad to finally meet some young minds willing to bend their sanity to the art of Mad Science! But first. A little ‘Q’ and ‘A’ is in order, I believe. If you have questions, feel free to ask now. If they do not pertain to any of my top secret research, then I may even answer! Truthfully!” With his mouth now shut, Mr. LeFer waited patiently for anyone to speak up. |
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| Fenrir | Jun 14 2011, 05:23 PM Post #9 | |||||||||
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A smile from Délise was fine, Leo didn't need much more to feel comfortable, had she gone farther, he would most likely be confused, mostly because he was expecting a class on... well something nowhere near as entertaining as playing around with Délise. More people joined the room, another girl, Legato, and another guy... With that, they were left alone. That should have worried Leo enough, however the booming noise was what kept bothering him the most... You know, you can deal with being inside a classroom, but deal with a voice of something unseen? Not so easy. That is, until it began cursing in... French? From the Air Vent? Now that explained the booming effect, as well as... Well, you know, being unseen. However the fact that the man fell startled Leo, jumping slightly on his seat, looking worriedly at Délise when the man fell, yet not daring move from his place least another man fell out of nowhere. Délise took a seat after the man had helped her up... The teen leaning forth and whispering to the girl Hey, you're alright? Leo was concerned for her wellbeing, even if she had been able to stand and walk over to her seat. However the sudden movements and scream from the man made the teen go back to sitting straight, puzzled what was going on now. Soon however it became clear, the man in question was either another of the LeFer, or someone close to Délise... The first being confirmed when he stated how Miguel could call him. Mr. LeFer... Well now this explained a lot in Leo's mind, at least it explained why Délise was there, as well as to why she had rushed to catch the man, and why she was now blushing furiously... It was actually fairly heartwarming, to see the family together that is, Leo would have loved to have his parents come over really, but he knew they weren't leaving America this year... Maybe on Christmas, but not summer. The prospect of bending his mind... It was kind of worrisome, however thinking on it, and thinking on the things he had seen so far at the dual campus, he had doubts that his sanity could be bent more. Now however they could ask questions to Mr. LeFer, chance that Leo wasn't going to pass. What... what is mad science? Leo asked, sure that he wasn't the only one wondering that... Hopefully. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Jun 15 2011, 12:26 AM Post #10 | |||||||||
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Miguel returned Irvine’s pat with a friendly smile and a nod for the other Coven member as he sat in anticipation of the class. He didn’t have to wait long. The voice boomed across the room again, loudly, echoing. Miguel glanced around – this couldn’t really be the entire class, could it? Such a small group, when presumably the lecturer had come a long way to teach them. The beginnings of the speech didn’t really answer Miguel’s question, but they gave him an idea – the goal was to push the typical boundaries of science, then, to expand beyond where it had gone before. He was calming his frazzled nerves and just starting to get excited when he heard an oddly familiar curse word. He frowned a little bit – who else did he knew that… he felt his face pale. Falque – Falque said ‘tabernac’ – Before Miguel could progress too much farther down his rapidly terrifying train of the though a man tumbled from the vents, screaming, landing directly on Délise. Miguel lurched upwards, halfway to standing, his knees banging painfully against the desk, before he controlled himself and sat. Délise looked okay; his hand clenched on his pants, both worried about her and concerned by his immediate desire to go make sure. Once she was finally on her feet, she went over and sat next to him. Miguel went to lean over, rest his hand on her arm and ask if she was okay – when within a second the grinning Frenchman had leapt across the room, his finger inches from Miguel’s nose. He extended his arm and Miguel took it, reflexively. “A pleasure to meet you as well, sir,” He responded, more by reflex than anything, his arm practically flailing up and down. Slowly, he turned to look at Délise, his eyes wide and the tan drained from his skin, leaving it paler than usual. Surely, she hadn’t – hadn’t told his father about their… what he would call an arrangement? Did he still think Miguel was Délise’s boyfriend? “What…” he began to ask Délise, but couldn’t come up with any way to phrase it. Instead, he ruffled his hair with his hands, smoothed out his pant leg, and just asked her, in a quiet voice, half-listening to Leo’s question as well, “Are you all right?” |
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Avery watched the others enter, feeling rather accomplished at having been the first student to enter. None of the others quite caught his eye- Oh, scratch that. Ridiculously pale man with black hair and oddly coloured eyes. Yes. Deciding to sit beside him. Yes. He would have spoken to the man, but settled for adjusting his glasses in his general direction with something resembling a small, practiced smile. There was something to be listened to. It would be listened to, or so help him he was going to take a small animal and kill all of its relatives. Regardless of whether or not they were the same species, and whether or not they were himself. Journeyperson, was it? Ah, the joys of being adrogynous. It made him so recognizable, even as just a mention in another's speech. Avery sighed contentedly, and listened on. “MAD SCIE-” Ah, was the man quite alright?! More importantly, did his use of québécois indicate some sort of relation to the LeFers? It was quite the jump of logic, but it’d been something he’d been considering before, and to be quite frank he practically jumped at the opportunity to strengthen the connection between the two. He more literally jumped when his dearest swearing Frenchman fell from above, screaming. Luckily, Falque’s sister broke his fall, and he sat back down with a relieved sigh, taking a closer look at the man now that he wasn’t in motion. Oh, he had glasses too! Lovely! And such a pretty coat, and… Oh, he was walking towards him! Or more specifically, his pencil case, which was summarily snatched from his desk and its contacts spilled. Hmm. Maybe he’d packed a few too many lighters… or not! Certainly not, after such a suggestion! Avery hadn’t noticed the man had such a great number of sleeve pockets, nor that they contained lighters. But there they were, swiftly drawn and elegantly set. He touched one of the lighters with almost a sort of reverence, barely daring to pick it up lest he wipe away his teacher's presence. But then it was in his hand, and, well… Click. Ohhhhh. Fire. So pretty… Hrm? He was going? Right, Falque’s sister was still in pain… a bit of an issue. Though she seemed well enough to sit down, at least. Avery listened to the rest of the conversations in interest as he began to pack up his belongings. Hm… the lead of a pencil was broken… He turned to his dreadfully interesting seatmate. “Could I borrow a sharp object?” He’d sharpen the pencil if he received one, but more importantly he ought to process the information he’d been given. The receiver of the pointing was Miguel. His teacher was a LeFer, and Falque’s sister’s (also known as Délise) father. Then there was Vera. Seemed all the LeFer children were in relationships. He’d heard rather odd things about the circumstances of Falque’s last, though… But back to listening. A little… “cue” and “ay”, was it? …Oh. Questions. Alright. Before he could so much as speak, one of those Mr. LeFer had showed no interest in spoke up. “What… what is mad science?” An understandable question. Caring little whether he interrupted the answer or not, Avery asked his own pressing question. “Quite how far do you think the sanity is going to be bent? Because I’m afraid if it’s broken I’m not going to be able to comprehend your lecture, and that would be a shame, unless of course you’re capable of fixing such things, in which case you’re free to do as you like.” Oh, he’d always wanted to have his mind broken! Temporarily. |
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| Cheshirewocky | Jun 16 2011, 01:00 AM Post #12 | |||||||||
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Vera jumped when a man actually fell out of the air vent. It was less unexpected since he announced himself, but still. It was a man falling out of an air vent. She just couldn't stop the somewhat amazed, somewhat amused smile that kept growing on her face, even as she worried about the flattened Delisé on the floor. This man...made Eric look sane. Hell, he made Eric look mild in comparison. It was like there was an energizer bunny in his brain, but the drum beat was slightly erratic and occasionally pumped out a Weird Al tune. Mr. LeFer. Wow. Even though she already suspected it, there was something strange about hearing it confirmed out loud. It made the image of this person raising all the LeFers she knew much more real. And Eric said that his home was uninteresting. He even approached her personally, knowing exactly who she was. What he said about Eric would have made her smile grow, had it not already turned into a full blown grin. She'd have loved to talk with him more about, well, everything (Eric forgetting how to speak? If only), but this lecture probably wasn't the best place to start that conversation. Instead, she settled for saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. LeFer." Sure enough, he went back to the topic at hand and opened the floor to questions. The first question that came to Vera's mind was a simple verification of what Eric had told her about agricultural engineering in extreme environments, but the warning not to ask about Mr. LeFer's research made her think twice. Did such a general question count as top secret? Maybe she should let the others get their "mad science" definition first. |
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| Amemarteau | Jun 21 2011, 03:33 PM Post #13 | |||||||||
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“I’m just a little sore…” Délise answered in a more defeated tone. She wasn’t just sore, but a little drained from having to watch her dad run around like a headless chicken. It was almost disturbing how much he could go on about in just a few minutes. Délise looked back at Miguel and smiled at him reassuringly, when Leo had asked his question. Ah…Délise knew this would come up, and more importantly…her father knew. Back to the assisting job… Délise got out of her seat and moved behind the podium and her father, who was still eyeing the entire lot of them very intently. “My dear bo-….gi-….boy!! There is only so much madness I can…or rather, am allowed to show you all in just one lecture, that I will but merely scratch the tip of the tip of the scientific iceberg! There will be no mind-breaking today, but perhaps…” And that’s when he heard it, Leo’s question. The question. The question that could never go without an answer, for it was the most important question of this entire lecture. If there was but one thing he wanted them all to know, it was what Mad Science was. “What is…mad science?” Mr. LeFer stared blankly at Leo, his eyes periodically shifting at the rest of the room. To the others, it was almost as though Leo had caught some deer in the headlights. To Délise, it was the beginning of the end. To Dr. LeFer, it was the best question ever. “Consider!...The following:” With his finger pointed straight up to the ceiling, the answer begun. Arcs of electricity danced all above their heads, a swirling vortex of space-time seemed to warp the very foundations around them as though dragged towards a black hole. The mad LeFer smiled, exclaiming proudly to them over the roar of the vortex above him. “Now consider your own science! Then look back at mine! This is not your science! Ahahahahahaha!!!” A mad surge of laughter erupted into the room as the desks and students themselves now gravitated towards the vortex, and soon enough they would each find themselves pulled towards its grip, stretched and feeling a little sickly…as though their whole body just had the most intense workout of their life. Darkness would overtake their vision, but the voice continued to boom out, “But if you stop considering your ‘rational’ science and realize that the universe is nothing more than mould to your own whims, than you could perform my science!” “Open your eyes, where are you? You’re outside, surrounded by your own peers!” Sure enough, the lot of them had apparently been transported just outside of the tower, the Sunday prowlers lounging in the sun…or were, until a terrifying portal had just ejected several students and one crazed lunatic. Mr. LeFer himself was already on his feet, continuing, “Up on your feet now, and look back at me! What’s in my hand? Back to you, you have it!” A sudden weight would appear on each of their left hands, struck by something that had apparently spewed out of the vortex. “They are goggles, with the power to see the science you all love!” “But look again!” Lightning arcs flew from the vortex, striking each of them with painless zeal. Much like spray-on clothing, the lightning apparently seemed to etch a new fabric onto their bodies, white lab coats clothing all of them. “Your clothes are now science! Anything is possible when you reject the archaic laws of reason! I’m on a reanimated triceratops.” Sure enough, as a final stroke of insanity, the fossil of an old dinosaur had been pulled straight from the earth beneath and from the dirt reformed its prehistoric organs. By the end of the mad stage show, the vortex had collapsed into nothingness, and Papa LeFer’s seat was not-so-comfortably cushioned by the back of a Triceratops hungrily munching on the grass in front of it. “Hmm. The Causality Flux needs some tweaking. Onward, great beast! Back to my lab!” With a gentle roar, the slow creature stood up on its fours and lumbered its way back towards the tower, passively and patiently waiting for the terrified and awestruck students to move out of the way while Mr. LeFer continued to laugh slightly uncontrollably from atop of the dinosaur. |
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| Fenrir | Jun 21 2011, 04:04 PM Post #14 | |||||||||
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Leo was ready for a lot of things, of course, all of those considered that reality would remain... Well, constant, or at least mildly constant. When his question was picked by Mr. LeFer however, Leo began to suspect that this wouldn't be the class he had been expecting to ace easily and the possibility of hell breaking open under their feet suddenly seemed fairly... Well, real. The opening statement seemed to guide to something typical though, and for a moment Leo felt relief, however glancing up at the lack of continuation and the feeling of something tugging him, as well as the noise of electricity... Why yes, things had gone to hell officially. Obviously, Mr. LeFer wasn't a scientist in the conventional way, that much Leo knew before, but this was well past what he had been expecting! Swallowed by the vortex as he tried to get a hold on anything firm, Leo felt for a while that he had died... However the voice of the man somewhere made it clear, they were alive. It was the first time Leo was transported like that, and all he could do was blink lightly and stare at the other students around them, then to the man that had brought them out. Standing when instructed in fear that something pointy and probably painful spawned from the ground, Leo looked at Mr. LeFer, then back to his own hand... Goggles... Leo held them in his left hand, wondering if it was a good idea to put them on. The sudden explosion of lightnings made Leo instinctively crouch, feeling a very real threat even though it turned they were inoffensive... and that the lightning provided a lab coat... And later on a Triceratops... Leo could only blink, wondering... What had just happened in the last couple of minutes? It just... was beyond his understanding. Nonetheless, he moved out of the way when the beast began to move, blinking, puzzled at all that. W-what the hell was that? Leo asked, staring at the Triceratops just to glance briefly to Legato, if there was someone he hopped would make sense out of all that had just happened, it was him... Hopefully he'd have an explanation, because hell had broken loose and Leo was just too shocked to react beyond the most basic reactions. |
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| CarrotBird | Jun 21 2011, 05:45 PM Post #15 | |||||||||
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Allowed? "Such a shame, sir," Avery said. Madness was such an unfortunate thing not to be allowed. But there went Mr. LeFer, onwards to the next question with brutal efficiency. An interesting response the man had, to be certain; Avery kept a close eye on him, following his finger to the ceiling. There was a wondrous noise, a swirling vortex forming around the arcs of electricity above, warping the world around him as it was dragged inside. This was most certainly not the science he knew, though he longed to make some sense of it. It was completely mad. It was absolutely fantastic. The beautiful sound of laughter rang through the air, and he felt himself, too, gravitating to the vortex's center. He saw no reason to fight it, his breath quickening as he drew near. He couldn't stop it, and he doubted the experience was one he would be able to experience on a daily basis. Suddenly, darkness. Even then, he listened intently. The universe, mould to his own whims... He tumbled to the ground before his thought was complete, lightheaded and rather confused. He was incapable of standing up, at the moment. Most certainly incapable. He settled for sitting. There was a weight in his hand. Goggles, he discovered as he looked. He found himself struck with a bout of nervous laughter. Oh. Oh dear. He had goggles. They had appeared out of absolutely nowhere. He... he had... And now he was wearing a lab coat, and asked to reject the archaic laws of reason. This... this madness was... He was still laughing. Oh. Oh! He was still laughing! He found that funny, somehow, and laughed harder. A fact cemented itself in Avery's mind, even as his voice threatened to give out. Whatever the occasion, if something were to involve the LeFers... It would be beautiful. Finally the laughing drew to a stop. His, at least. Master LeFer's seemed endless. Well. Breathe in. Breathe out. Yes. Circulation stabilized. He stood up, carefully. Standing up. He was standing up. Avery looked behind him, and suddenly that was all forgotten. "You're on a reanimated triceratops," he said blankly. "That's a reanimated triceratops." And then he began to follow the magnificent creature, almost in a trance, and its completely impossible footprints. |
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| Cheshirewocky | Jun 22 2011, 07:50 PM Post #16 | |||||||||
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Oh boy. Vera knew that look. She was talking, of course, about Délise's expression; the one on Mr. LeFer's face was familiar, but suggesting a level of shenanigans that even Eric had never pulled. Bracing herself for antics and malarkey on a grand scale, she listened to the good doctor's definition. Was that...the old spice commercial? Dear god, it was. And now she was turning into spaghetti and feeling very sick to her stomach while doing so. It took a few seconds to blink the daze out of her eyes and realize that she was lying down in the courtyard. Mr. LeFer was still going like an energizer bunny as Vera swiftly got up and dusted herself off. The lightning that struck her from the vortex frightened her for a moment until she realized that there wasn't any actual pain from it. In fact, she was getting a new coat to go with her new goggles. The earth also started shaking and the bones of...a triceratops came back to life. Mr. LeFer then rode atop the prehistoric, extinct creature capable of pulverizing them all into the cement and managed to command it to take him back to the lab. "...Holy hell." Eric's father was...zanier than she could have ever imagined. Yes, zany was a good word to go with. "He just...holy hell. Wait up!" Trying to move as fast as a giant triceratops, even one that was lumbering slowly, was no easy feet. |
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| RDiss | Jun 25 2011, 04:59 PM Post #17 | |||||||||
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There were no words to describe the events that had just occurred. No way to put into definition the profound effect the display had on the male's studious, scientific mind. He spent a good deal of his life studying the ways to break the laws of physics over the smallest pinky. He couldn't do any of them, persay, but he spent a great deal of his efforts unlocking the secrets and physics behind that which broke the very laws of physics. This...however. Was no magic. These were no spells. This was what could only be described as sheer, raw power. And it made no sense. Oh, wait. There were a few words. “I. FUCKING. HATE. LEFERS! ALL OF THEM! RAAAAAAAAGH!” Now, that wasn't a fair generalization. No, no, not in the slightest. Délise was alright at least. Irvine's outburst was yelled at the top of the male's lungs, a fit of anger thick on him at the display that could only be called thumbing it's nose at nearly everything he'd known. And who had to be the one to do it? The Father of the one family that had been such a continuous thorn in his side. It just. Words were lost. Irvine could hardly form them any more, muttering violent epistles under his breath as he wandered after the rest of his classmates, drawing up the rear as his hands clenched the goggles as though he were trying to break them. He wanted to. Just out of spite and malice. So much malice. Irvine didn't even think about Father LeFer's daughter, the one in his own circle, at the moment. He would later. And apologize, no doubt, for his outburst, but right now, if looks could kill there would be quite a few daggers rammed through the spine of the elder LeFer, in the most violent manner in which Irvine's mind could conjure. He studied magic. Magic. And this man made even the laws of magic look like a joke. The theorems and rules, the laws and bylaws. All just playthings. As if he could toss them aside with the flick of a wrist. Screw the snakeboy whom he had handed the corpse of to the nurses being alive, and well, attending classes as though the event never happened. LeFer had his ire now. So much ire. "IfIever...graghsem...arrrgh...I'llslithis....mmf." |
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Miguel patted her on the back, gently, and glanced down at the crazy man at the front of the classroom. She rose again, and Miguel cringed in anticipation. Délise’s response was not particularly… Miguel attempted to brace himself. He was still gripping the desk when the lightning above them began. It didn’t matter; he found him desk even drifting towards it. What good was bracing yourself on a desk when the whole room was spinning? Dr. LeFer was still talking – Miguel opened his eyes, as commanded, and realized they were, in fact outside. He stood up, looking at him, then at the goggles, blinking. Was this the old spice ad? Despite himself he was grinning, the white lab coat fitting snugly on his body – a re-animated triceratops? Miguel gaped in shock. What the – what the hell… so far, though, he didn’t really see anything that couldn’t be done with magic. What made it science, exactly? Where was that line drawn? The only problem, of course, was that it hadn’t been done with magic. Not as he knew it. Not even a little. The yelling from behind him drew Miguel’s attention, and he turned to glance at his fuming friend. He dropped back to Irvine, and clasped him on the shoulder. “Calm down,” he said, gently. “No need for that, huh?” |
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What just happened? One minute Legato was busy trying to think of a way to embed his pencil in the white haired kid's eye and the next the teacher, who he barely noted as being Eric's sire, was opening some kind of vortex while giving a dramatic speech. In a flash his attention was on the He should have probably been afraid or at least more worried about what Mr. LeFer was doing. But he was more excited than anything. If a simple question for the definition of Mad Science caused all of this then he really wanted to see what else was in store. Even as he tried to grab onto to something to prevent himself from being sucked into the unknown he was tempted to just let himself get sucked in, if only to sate his curiosity. It didn't matter either way. He soon found himself in darkness, and then light returning to reveal that he wasn't in the same place. He shakily got to his feet as he was told and looked around. The rest happened too rapidly for him to react quickly. Goggles appeared in his hand and he got a new wardrobe. And then . . . a triceratops? That wasn't normal science. It was quite mad. Quite mad indeed. ”It would seem our teacher has some sort of ability that has allowed him to reanimate a Triceratops.” He spoke in response to Leo's question while putting his goggles on his head. He then looked at Leo and did something he rarely did. He grinned at his friend. ”I can't wait to find out how he did all of this. Its all so fascinating. Don't you agree?” |
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| Amemarteau | Jun 27 2011, 01:58 PM Post #20 | |||||||||
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Something itched at the back of Isaac LeFer’s head. It was an itchy something, completely with an almost physical press against his brown hair whilst he rode his majestic mount back towards the tower, it dull roar and great physique terrifying student and teacher alike. But as he went to scratch that itch, he noticed something very peculiar. It was no itch at all. It was a boy, a white haired boy with a surprisingly high lung capacity. Mr. LeFer swung around on his dinosaur, who had finally stopped in front of the tower in wait, dropping to its knees to feed on the grass below it. Mr. LeFer’s own expression was quite blank, and almost serious for however serious a man like him could be. Narrowly, his eyes squeezed as he sized up Irvine, his breath quiet along with nearly the entire rest of his body. “Délise?” “Y-yes?” Délise, right now, was less than thrilled of the aftermath of her father’s performance. The act itself went…well, for what it was supposed to be, and it’s not like she expected anything less out of him. And although many of the others’ reactions bordered on an apparent spike of excitement, or simple awestruck, Irvine had a much worse one. It was an entirely unexpected event, and one she took very personally, no matter how much Irvine meant for her own exclusion. Of course, how much would that matter anyhow? Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he hated Falque, and she could imagine someone disliking Eric. But Fleur too? And herself, who tried her best to be a part of his circle? The circle whose key she was wearing at that moment? It was devastating. “Do you know that man?” Isaac stroked his chin inquisitively. “Y-yes…” Délise frowned, averting her eyes from Irvine and trying to focus her attention to her father. “He’s my Circle Leader, Irvine.” “Oh, that Irvine. Fascinating…” With a single tap to his lips, Mr. LeFer turned around again and dismounted from his triceratops, whose current state of existence consisted mostly as a secondary lawn mower. “Alright, students! R&D gave me a nice lab for me to teach you all in, so let’s make short work of their equipment!” Consistently ignoring Irvine’s grumbling and hatred, a simple itch at the back of his neck, Mr. LeFer led his students to one room in the R&D floor, a very sizeable laboratory seemingly fit for an entire classroom to work in, yet there seemed to be only about eight stations…the rest was an array of equipment and chemicals of wide varieties. “As with regular ol’ science, the first thing any mad scientist should understand is…safety!” With a sly smile and a flourish of his hand, Isaac had pulled out his own set of goggles and snapped them neatly in front of his eyes. “It is crucial, in such dangerous environments, to protect yourself in a sufficient manner. That is why we wear goggles and lab coats, so when strange liquids splash on us, we can see what happens to our goggles or coat instead of our skin or eyes.” All around the room were closed off cells, presumably for placing hazardous materials in to experiment with or combine. Papa LeFer was looking at them quite curiously for a good moment or three. “Hmm…” He wanted to give them something to do…something hands-on…the man walked over to the array of chemicals stored in some of the areas, many of them in their own self-contained chambers regulated at proper temperatures. It was a veritable buffet of chemistry. Heck, there were a few things he wasn’t even sure what they did! This would be fun… “Alright! First assignment for the class, everyone. I want to all to make…an explosion! Any kind of explosion! ALL kinds of explosions! The best explosion will have the best mark for the day.” With a smile and flourish, Isaac snagged a few of the vials and closed containers for his own purpose, Délise frantically setting up some beakers, a hot plate, and even a Bunsen burner for her father’s purpose. “But don’t forget your protection!” With a snap of his goggles again, and a pull on his safety gloves, the mad scientist gleefully skipped to one of the safety cells and heated a beaker of water to a boiling temperature, alongside it a second beaker slowly heating a strange mixture of liquids. He grinned…the time would come soon, but not yet. He’d come back to his little surprise later. “Remember! If you have any questions or need any help handling deadly chemicals or radioactive material, do not hesitate to ask! The most important purpose of this lesson is to experiment with wild abandon! Lord knows what half of this stuff is or does, but surely it's dangerous!” Isaac moved quickly over to Miguel now, leaning into his ear as his one gloved hand placed a small, soft ball into Miguel’s hand, no larger than a sugar cube. “Have fun with that one…muahahahahaha…” ((OOC: You can work in pairs or solo, however you'd like. The purpose of this round will be just to describe your making of some explosive material! The final field testing will come later, after a few words from Mr. LeFer and some advice. Now, scientific basis is always a plus, but frankly, this is mad science. Any element and compound is available. Any. So go nuts.)) |
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| Cheshirewocky | Jun 29 2011, 06:44 PM Post #21 | |||||||||
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Vera flinched hard at the unexpected sound of Irvine screaming and stumbled to a stop. Once she was sure of her balance, she turned to look at him with some nervous surprise. She knew that there was no love lost between him and most of the LeFer family, but such a reaction as that seemed like a gross overreaction. Considering what they went through on a regular basis, one little vortex and a reanimated prehistoric animal made for a relatively uneventful day. And it was a lecture on mad science in a school where alternate dimensions, legendary creatures, and gods all appeared and caused havoc frequently. As far as Vera could see, the only reason why Irvine had gotten so set off was because it was a LeFer performing the tricks, which did strike her as a bit insulting. Looking back at their guest teacher and his daughter, she could see that neither had missed the comment. Délise even looked like she was struggling to keep a straight face about it. It made Vera feel guilty herself, more so since trying to apologize for Irvine would be totally ineffective coming from her. It wasn't like she was his mother, though she would have very much liked to grab his ear and pull him around by it just then. Mr. LeFer took it in stride, simply continuing on to their next activity. Going by his words, he evidently held the materials so generously loaned to him by the school with little regard. Destruction and vandalism seemed eminent, and as opposed to that as Vera should have been, all she could think was that he was one of the coolest grownups she'd ever met. Gingerly moving around the giant, grazing dinosaur (she couldn't help but watch it for a moment longer in awe), Vera soon followed everyone to the appointed lab room. Their first task was to...make something blow up. Oh boy. Hesitantly approaching a table and regretting attending this lecture for the first time, Vera double and triple checked her goggles, coat, and gloves. Okay, let's see...there were a few things on the table that would combust if simply exposed to air. There were a few things that she knew would release deadly fumes if combined, like chlorine and ammonia...oh geez... "Um, Mr. LeFer..." she quietly called to their guest teacher, eyeing the available substances nervously, "If something goes wrong - uh, I mean, more wrong than making something purposely explode should - are we supposed to duck and cover or just fling ourselves out the windows or what?" |
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| CarrotBird | Jun 30 2011, 06:15 AM Post #22 | |||||||||
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“I. FUCKING. HATE. LEFERS! ALL OF THEM! RAAAAAAAAGH!” At that moment, Avery decided. Whoever this little white-haired thing was, he was an enemy. A broken enemy, at that. He seemed to have degenerated into a angry, inarticulate mess. Served him right for insulting such a magnificent family. Avery wasn't about to be inconsiderate in front of his teacher, though. He settled with silently seething at the man. He was probably too busy glaring at Master LeFer to care even if he could tell, that jerk. That jerk, Irvine, that was. Note. If ever in the same room as Irvine with no threat of being caught, throw something large and heavy and wreathed in fire at him. ...No, he couldn't just glare. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with LeFers," he muttered as Irvine finally arrived at their lab. Following at the back, too, slowing them down with his horrifically slow walk. Like a tortoise. A tortoise with no legs. But there was speaking to be listened to! Avery snapped on his goggles happily. Right. Safety. Very important, of course, though admittedly he'd rather like to see the effects of some of these things on himself. Explosions, however, he was content to see not tearing him apart into little pieces. If he really felt like it, maybe someone else. Hmmm. Hmmmm? What was that? Avery hopped over to the recipient of the little whatever-it-was. "And what've you got there? Or rather, what're you going to do with it?" |
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| RDiss | Jul 2 2011, 10:33 PM Post #23 | |||||||||
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“First...an' then...mmph. If Giles quack wantsa banger an'a bint, 'll knock for six an' sabbing blow 'is hacked head'ofh.” Little known fact. Irvine consciously suppressed his accent, and was rather fluent in the slang from the streets of his old home, having spent most of his time listening and talking his way out of the idle thug or six. It didn't always work, but it was a decent linguistic experience. The only times this sort of thing resurfaced was when he was not thinking straight, or supremely stressed out. Right now, it felt like some bastardized version of the two, and thankfully some of the words likely wouldn't translate properly... Good. While Irvine didn't blow off Miguel, he didn't pay the child any heed as he walked past him, nodding to his friend instead as he took a seat with the others, exhaling softly. If this rat bastard wanted to break the world, there was only a matter of finding the spells he had to have been casting, or the evotelluric powers at play. Yes, that had to be the scenario in place, rather than the one presented intentionally—Their teacher was simply a charlatan trying to pass off evotelluric abilities or spells as raw mad science. There. That fixed and righted his worldview again, and the male could calm himself a little. Only a little. Before him was a simple task...Little bit of chemistry, mix a few liquids—Make a bomb. Sliding the goggles over his emerald eyes, the male pulled his lab coat a little tighter and glanced over the materials provided. Gee willikers, it was like high school back home. Only there were chemicals here that you'd have to have multiple licenses to even see, he thought. So that was a plus...maybe if he could slip back down later and procure some for Tara's lab... But then it caught his eye. Or, rather, they did. Ten blocks of pure, beautifully white metal that brought a crook of a smirk to his lips. Ten, but there was another on top of them. It...well, he didn't know quite how much they weighed, but he could tell the material without much problem. Holding up his hand, eye level, for a few moments, it seemed the boy was getting a tad smarmy, “I'm going to need a wheel-barrel to carry my experiment to wherever the blast zone is, Professor.” Oh, this was going to be fun. There had to be over 200 pounds of the stuff...He lifted a block, surprised how heavy the sleek metal was...Well...he could spare one...But here was not a good place to test it. Now all he needed was a large, large amount of water. Say...a pool? Heh. Oh so easy to distract the man when you faced him with actual science as opposed to parlor tricks. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Jul 4 2011, 04:59 AM Post #24 | |||||||||
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I'm a time-traveler! I travel forward at the miraculous rate of 60 seconds per minute
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Irvine ignored Miguel, muttering to himself under his breath in words Miguel didn’t understand. Frankly, he was glad his PLEASED didn’t translate them. He hung back, keeping his eye on his friend, and glanced at Délise. She couldn’t have been happy about that. He nearly went over – he was tempted to, to go check on her, but they had a class to manage and he didn’t want to give her father the wrong idea. They weren’t together anymore, even if they were close. Their first assignment was to make an explosion. Miguel grinned, studying the chemicals in front of him. He’d taken a chemistry course, but he wasn’t sure… he studied them, carefully, thinking to himself. He was just adjusting his googles and mask when Mr. LeFer came over, handing him a small, soft ball of… something. “Thank you, sir,” Miguel said, studying the little thing in his gloved hand. One of the stranger kids in the room came bouncing over and Miguel raised an eyebrow at him. “Not sure yet,” he said, lifting it to eye level to study it. It was a few moments later, and after glancing around a bit, that Miguel stumbled upon an idea. He grabbed his phone, running a quick search, and grinned. As a boy, like most boys, he’d rather liked the idea of explosives. He’d never really made them, but he’d liked to set off fireworks, and he and his brother had always made all sorts of plans about how they were going to make cool explosions. Something – maybe common sense or an overly watchful mother – had always stopped them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still remember. Miguel made his way to the ingredients, and grabbed ammonium nitrate, trinitrotulene – more commonly known as TNT and aluminum powder. It was time to make some Ammonal. Once he had things assembled – keeping the whole mixture perfectly dry, so it wouldn’t explode – he found a little metal shell that he thought would conduct electricity quite well. He tucked the mixture inside, then, after studying the little white ball, dropped it in and sealed the thing shut, waiting for Mr. LeFer’s next instructions. |
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| RGreyGuard | Jul 5 2011, 12:25 AM Post #25 | |||||||||
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Gosh that white haired freak was loud. Did he have to overreact to such a little thing? Oh well it didn't really matter much. Mr. LeFer took it in stride and went about his business of teaching SCIENCE. Legato followed behind the teacher to the classroom with a little pep in his step. He stopped for a moment to admire his Cretaceous cousin. He'd have to remember to ask Mr. LeFer if he could collect DNA samples later. Or maybe let him dissect it in the Bushido Chambers. He always wanted to hold a dinosaur heart. But that was for later. Now was time for science! Namely combustion. A rather noble and necessary art but under appreciated in the modern world it seemed. This would be enjoyable. The question now was how to surpass the other explosions and obtain top marks. He began to look over the various materials at their disposal when Vera spoke up. ”The most logical solution would be to be outside the blast radius and behind blast proof shielding, Vera.” He smiled at her before continuing. ”Besides. I doubt anyone here has the skills to create a combustible with enough force to warrant escape through a window. In fact the force of the blast itself would probably send you out at greater speed, causing more harm than help.” He picked up a few bottles and grinned to himself. So many different chemicals and compounds. It was like being back in the laboratory. So nostalgic and familiar. Oh yes, he could work with this. Legato snapped on his goggles and set to work. He'd need some sulfur, a helping of charcoal, a good amount of potassium nitrate, some lithium chloride for color, and a dash of thermite. He grabbed a pound of pure silver for kicks. With chemicals in hand he pulled on his goggles and found an area to work in. Each chemical was carefully measured and added into one big mixture. Every compound found a place and purpose for his little project and soon he was ready. He placed the finished mixture inside a small metal orb he found to use as a shell. All he needed now was an ignition source and Mr. LeFer's permission to proceed. |
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