Grit your Teeth (Gerrard/Open?)

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There was a long list of places on this planet Magus did not want to be. Shibusen was very, very high on that list. By some extent, however, Shibusen was the next logical step. Unfortunately, logical, doesn't always mean bearable.

Looking less than inconspicuous, stood in the lobby at the entrance, Magus loathed most things about today; Meeting the teacher who was to show him around this awful place, walking endlessly, bored for hours, the chipper mood of the building that he hoped wasn't infectious. The only thing he had to look forward to was the time he spent here out of hours. What he was really here for. That Library was more valuable to him then anything else he could possibly gain from this place and was the only reason he'd tolerate being here. Besides, perhaps, the chance to maim a few untrained and pathetic kids.

By now the school lobby had cleared of all the kids running around. Strange looking, most of them. Unique, outlandish looking. As if they didn't already have enough to shout about. Maybe it was part of the school curriculum, to look like a fool. If the school even had one. Magus, by now, had gotten so used to his twisted appearance from a young boy to a monster he hardly counted himself among them. Hardly registered the double-takes and fearful eyes that proceeded the students as they passed him, arms folded and lent against the side wall, a calm look in his façade. Inside, his head was rifle with thought. None of them seemed to bring him any peace. Not that he had known peace at all in the last couple decades.

Now, the lobby was strangely quiet. Every so often someone would pass through the hallway, just in front of him, wondering, with less of the wonder, if they were the sorry state of a teacher who would be spending unnecessary 'ample' time with him this morning. He knew, he just knew, that who ever it was would come smiling and happy, that wretched air of excitement and obvious naivety. He cared not for what they 'did'. What they fought or saw, they were still all as naive as the next. The teachers as dim as their students, just they'd slaughtered a few more then the pipsqueaks.

'Pathetic'

[gerrard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : cba; ♙tags: Wasaki; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Today was a most unusual, if not joyous day for the tall, daunting professor of English Language and Literature. For one, he had been chosen to escort the new staff member around, and two, he had a very special guest visiting him today as well. He was obviously more excited about the visitor, and had been chewing off a said Milo Fletcher's ear about it for the past hour or so while both of them had a free slot. It could have been the most boring hour of Milo's life, but it was certainly a big thing for the hardily-ever-this-excited teacher. He was dressed in his first suit of choice; black and red pin-stripe shirt with a black waistcoat, dress trousers and shoes, a watch on one wrist and a leather band on the other. His hair was done nicely, it was slightly out of habit but nothing to complain about. He looked like he had put effort into something today. He was going down the hallway, mildly happy, singing as it where. Specifically Muse's Feeling Good, a funny kind of ballad. He hadn't know he could sing so well, he could which was odd. He hadn't ever been told so, one because he didn't like singing to much in public, but he did for Alice every now and again. But right now he couldn't be bothered about anybody else. That was until he saw a very angry looking man standing before him. He was shorter than him, true, but he looked like a monster. He was like a human tank, ready to take down any body who so much as lifted an eyebrow at his presence. Gerrard was cautious and stopped singing. He looked at the man briefly before introducing himself. "Ah, you must be the new professor, yes? Well, I'm Gerrard Mieville, professor of English Language and Literature.

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That singing that had been incessantly parading down the echoing corridors like a plague had be hard to ignore and now it had realised his worst fears. The singing and happy man of rosewood hair had stopped the calamity of noise at the sight of him. That could only mean one thing; he was the teacher who would be showing him around. He was much too joyous in his mood even within this school. For a man so tall the cheerful teacher seemed quick on his fee, a skip in his step, no doubt. Although, Magus wasn't going to be asking him about his mood any time soon.

He looked like a teacher. He could have passed for respectable, wearing his attire well, yet his singing had slotted him in with the rest of the goons around here. Nevertheless, he may as well try to be tolerant for the sake of knowledge and its benefits. Though he wasn't too sure yet just how hard that would be and turned to the teacher will an indifference in his eyes. However, the rosewood haired man's demeanour changed to one of a strict professional, and that made him slightly easier to tolerate.

"Ah, you must be the new professor, yes? Well, I'm Gerrard Mieville, professor of English Language and Literature."

One of the first things he noticed was the very strong East London accent the newly named Gerrard possessed. Travelling in his time had allowed him to hear many different accents and he remembered each one for his own reasons. Magus stood, no longer leaning on the wall where he had been previously. "Indeed. Combat, I'm assured, Professor Mieville. Magus, for formalities, by the way." Magus would rather stick to short conversation unless the fellow Professor forced otherwise.

This was going to be a long day, and he knew it. At least he had the benefit of no lessons today, and not for a short while, either. Maybe, by then, he could have found way to tackle this place and still keep a straight head. Not that he was completely stable as it were.

[gerrard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : cba; ♙tags: Wasaki; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Gerrard seemed to be looking around the dark, somewhat gloomy new teacher and towards the doorway. He had heard everything he had said but that was about it. He had no reaction to the teacher, Magus, he thought he’d heard. No last name? Odd, but oh well. That happened in this place a lot, among other weird things, so he just let it pass. There were teachers who blew things up to be productive and tinkered with golden guns after school and fired pretty well, even though they should have been gone with the force. Apparently metal properties didn’t affect the strange guns that Boyle wielded at all times. He looked to Magus and smiled, changing his face from anxious to slightly happy. He was subtly observing how huge he was, and decided that his height was probably a disadvantage against him. This new teacher seemed fit for the lesson he was going to teach and all in all, like he worked out for five hours every day, which was exceedingly more than himself. Gerrard was partially aesthetical, he wouldn’t lose what he gained the clichéd way. Apparently kids made you lose just about everything these days, but Gerrard had made a stand against that, as did Alice. he man before him looked ready to kill a soul with it, not the most assuring aura, but it would probably help in the battle room, since they don’t really listen to many teachers. Gerrard resisted the urge to back away, so just shifted his weight a little. Before Magus had a chance to answer, the door opened. It was a simple opening, nothing grand about it, but it got Gerrard’s attention. Gerrard looked away from Magus and a few seconds later he smiled, a strange shine in his eyes. He walked past Magus swiftly, a woman’s voice giggled and then a younger laugh. Gerrard seemed to be pulled by some mystical force away from Magus and towards a woman walking happily in the hallway. She was probably early thirties, two or three years younger than Gerrard, wearing a black blouse, a light cream coat and a plaid skirt with stockings. She had dolly shoes and a green neckerchief which was unusually pleasant looking. Her hair was dark, pulled up into a bun, tied by a piece of fabric. Her eyes were a deep blue, a friendly look about them. To anyone who knew -which they most likely didn’t- she was obviously the only woman Gerrard ever talked about; Alice Gates. His ex-business teacher and his partner-in-political-crime, and mother to his child on the side. Unlike the lazy mothers who decided having a baby is a good excuse to sit at home and do nothing, Alice had liked to keep her pre-baby body, and had fought to regain most of it although was still trying to burn off a few extra pounds, of which Gerrard had told her was impossible. Unlike that, though, she was exceptionally proud of her stretch marks which, to some anti-parent-pride partakers, is rather peculiar. She didn’t look like a mother, but the one and a half year old boy clinging to her for dear life was perhaps a dead giveaway. When united with the father, anyway. The boy had no resemblance to his mother what so ever, with dark red hair and red-brown eyes, it was hard to see similarities, and seemed to be a young clone of the older man. However, the personality was mostly of Alice; shy, slightly nervous, chatty, and when comfortable very loud. Inquisitive eyes had had to be shielded from the frightening demeanour of the Shibusen complex. The boy was called Isaac, a freakishly cute infant compared to many, and very silent too. The reactions of son-sees-father was perhaps a very stirring one. The boy reached out and gave out a merry cry. Alice laughed and handed the child to Gerrard, who hugged the boy and kissed Alice once, quickly, so as not to disturb his meeting with the new teacher. Gerrard turned back to Magus and shrugged. "Uh, well then. Magus, Alice. Alice, Magus. He’s the new combat professor.”

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Alice jumped a little at the sight of the big man, he looked like a serial killer. “Oh! Well… um, hello Magus, I’m Alice Miev- shit, I mean… fuck it. I’m sorry, I get nervous around new people.” New SCARY people, especially.
"Anyway, Alice, I was just going to show Magus around the school. I'm sure you'd like to see where I work?"[/color]
Alice smiled a nodded, Gerrard handing Isaac back to her. The boy settled in her arms and rested his head against her shoulder, keeping his eyes on the funny tank man.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/center][/td][/tr][/table]

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This wasn't his day. More so than usual, this was not his day.

The 'welcoming' teacher had said nary a sentence to Magus before wandering if to indulge in more personal matters. He would have walked out then and there be he could not. Information was too important, he wouldn't leave without it. After that he would leave the Witches to their own, also. He could not do much more of this running around for others. Being tolerant when he would much rather be done with it.

Vide would not hear the end of this.

When the tall Roseword-haired teacher had passed him, he closed his eyes, almost sighing to himself at the voice of a woman and a child. As if this man weren't happy enough as it already stood. Families.... How terrible and sad. Yet to be brushed off like that was something Magus wasn't keen on. With a breath, he opened his crimson eyes and turned towards the new arrivals. Despite his best efforts, it was hard for eyes to lie, and within them, obvious irritation brewed silently. The diamond eyes that naturally glared at the three, however, refused to betray the deeper secrets in his soul and for that, was as at the least grateful.

"Uh, well then. Magus, Alice. Alice, Magus. He’s the new combat professor.”

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“Oh! Well… um, hello Magus, I’m Alice Miev- shit, I mean… fuck it. I’m sorry, I get nervous around new people.”


The Combat 'Professor' nodded slightly, but he held a keen and sharp eye contact, saying nothing. He didn't care much for what people thought of him any more. She was just another person with no intention of looking passed his rough, shine-less, iron exterior, and in all truth, nor did he. Whatever left that was human about him would serve as little value or gain to him.

"Anyway, Alice, I was just going to show Magus around the school. I'm sure you'd like to see where I work?"[/color]

Magus coughed, getting their attention with coarse annoyance. " I was not aware I wasn't the only new Staff Member to arrive today, nor did I realise that I am completely invisible. Now, given that no one can pass me without staring, I highly doubt I am. If you would be so kind, Mieville, I would appreciate it if you would acknowledge my existence for a short while, if at all possible, instead of indirectly communicating with me." His voice lacked nothing off of sheer sarcastic irritation. Nor did he care. It was unlikely that he would get along with anyone here, and he gave no thought to the actions that would come of his words.

The Mage was not fond of being overlooked due to men and their women. It was clear to all who listened that he was fully aware that this 'Alice' woman did not work at this school. It almost insulted him. If he could find the time to be insulted by such people, that is.
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[gerrard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : cba; ♙tags: Wasaki; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Gerrard looked to Magus, wide-eyed before shaking his head and placing one hand on his hip. He sighed and walked over to Magus, not showing any sign of real happiness anymore. There was a slight pang of shut the fuck up, you holier-than-thou tankman, when Magus had shown his distaste with bitter tone. It wasn’t very often that something like that didn’t earn one a punch to the face for just being complete up yourself. However, Magus seemed to be someone he’d rather not hit, and that he was genuinely trying to see the premises of the building. It was big place, so he had to take his time remembering it himself, trying not to laugh when he got to his office and helpfully try not to make a complete ass out of himself. It had been a while since Gerrard had been through every corridor of the building in one day, the stairs involved would mean a lot of baby-passing from Alice to Gerrard throughout the duration of the tour. This would probably not please Magus, who seemed to hold an undeniable grudge against everything and anything, perhaps including the separate splinters of doorwood throughout the world. His demeanour surly spoke it truthfully. Gerrard walked up to Magus, Alice trailing behind slightly, Isaac staring blankly at him with large eyes. The boy was intrigued with Magus, scanning him up and down before looking away, his surveillance of him and lead him to believe he was not a nice man, and so snuggled into his mother with a small whine. For a moment there was silence, words forming in the space between realms but it seemed someone just wasn’t able to form them. It took a while, but eventually the awkward stalemate of silence was broken by movement in a flurry of enthusiasm. Gerrard turned and began to walk down the hallway. He signalled to Magus to follow, Alice was already catching up with him. She stayed silence, trying not to anger the bigger man by talking. She did it partially out of spite. She hated being to told to technically shut the hell up. He’d ignored her! How about that? Such a nice man, what other lunatics worked around here or was it just Gerrard that showed any real consideration that some people actually said something? Gerrard didn’t know what to say or do, so he walked into a random classroom, that happened to be the one he was supposed to be taking. The blank faces of students looked up as the substitute teacher turned away, he then proceeded to shout at the students. Gerrard hurried away. "Alright then, we better start at the top. Balcony, anyone?"

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[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/center][/td][/tr][/table]

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There fell that awkward silence that often came with his bitter words. A sound he was quite used to by now and paid no heed to either. But in the back of his head he knew he should probably cut the edge from his words. Gerrard was a college now, as much as he didn't mind aggravating them, he needed them to be able to stand him in order to make the days in the Teachers Lounge pass without any flying fists.

With a silent sigh he followed the taller redwood haired professor up the Corridors with his Partner in toe. His observations of them both had been an interesting one. The child in the woman's arms would normally have nailed them both as Married, yet, the two were lacking in the adornment of rings. Yet they seemed as happy as every other love-struck couple that Magus had had the torture of meeting. Perhaps, he was something of an Anarchist. Magus, happy wanderer, found that interesting enough.

The Mage followed the teacher to a Class Room, but said nothing of it. It was an interesting sight. The tall lividly scary man looked around with a stern and glaring expression as the children in the class looked up and gawked. It was somewhat amusing, but nothing he wouldn't expect. The group turned to walk away as the make-shift teacher of the class began to wail at the students. Not that Magus would ever make that much effort to keep his students under control. A whack to the back of the head with Dreamreapers pole would probably do the trick.

"Alright then, we better start at the top. Balcony, anyone?"

[/color] Where the next words to be spoken. Magus didn't much care about where they started or where it ended, the least he could expect was to be shown where he'd be teaching. If they put him in one of those auditorium classes to teach combat the school would have a problem on their hands. "After you, Professor" Although the tone in his voice wasn't, albeit, much different to before, he seemed to be trying to iron out the creases already made. If not the the sake of 'making a friend', which was as unlikely, it was just to make the time here a little more bearable. [/blockquote]

[gerrard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : cba; ♙tags: Wasaki; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]After Magus had agreed to follow his lead to the balcony, Gerrard had a quick review of the situation. He looked back at the professor-to-be and Alice, the baby boy in her arms resting his head against her collar. It took him a few seconds to do anything, glancing to Magus before strolling over to his partner, who was looking perplexed at her son. The boy was halfway asleep, bored probably. He was droning slightly, not too loud but it was having an effect on Alice. Gerrard remembered how his droning had almost sent him to sleep when he was about to start decorating the tree for Christmas. That had been an odd day, running around trying to make Alice happy and trying to listen for any signs of disturbance upstairs by the lightly sleeping Isaac Alistair Mieville-Gates in his cot-bed. He hadn’t been prouder of Christmas decorations, and it had confused the heck out of the little infant, who had spent two hours sat on the sofa, pointing at the tinsel on the mantelpiece and inquiring to why a tree was in the house, and why his parents let it occupy such a large space in the house. With these flights of steps, there would be no way Alice could carry Isaac all the way. However, Gerrard could, and he would. He tried not to make a fuss about it, and held Alice’s eyes as he slipped his hand around Isaac’s waist and sat him up in his huge arm, his other arm across his legs, holding him gently. It was a gentle business, he wouldn’t bother explaining it to Magus, he looked too devoid of emotion to understand the concept of parental love. “I’ll be doing the heavy lifting today. Okay?” Alice smiled and nodded. “Lead ahead then,” she looked to the grumpy combat teacher. “You obviously want to get this over and done with?” Gerrard laughed, Isaac took the same position as he had with his mother, resting his head on his father’s collar. With a quick readjustment to his arm, Gerrard began to lead them up the flight of stairs. He looked back to Magus. “So…what do you think of the facility so far? I know you haven’t seen much, but give me an insight to what you’re thinking.” Gerrard was struggling to think of anything logical to say, that seemed to be the most logical he could come up with, so he’d said it. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

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So far, his stay in Death City was unlike anything he'd ever known before. Not that it made it better than anything before. If anything, he truly hatred most things about this entire experience. But what he was here for...it wasn't worth the risk of a truly back-lashing character. He knew that, this time, there were boundaries he absolutely could not over step.

The Academy was a palatial place. Sprawling and vast in size. From the outside, this place did look large, but inside the corridors became a Labyrinthine of twists and turns and endless classrooms, filled with Students, both Weapon and Meister. Children. Mere kids. It's ethics were questionable at best, but Magus rarely cared for such things. Worrying about other peoples problems was not a task he ever wished to undertake. But he would wonder in, briefly in passing, how strong these 'Partners' were, if they were taking on the likes of the beasts he'd faced in his search for the monster that had killed his beloved Sister.

Yes, that one goal seemed to keep him from going insane all these years later. Judging by the size of the building thus far, there had to be something in it's Library that could help him. Anything at all...

“So…what do you think of the facility so far? I know you haven’t seen much, but give me an insight to what you’re thinking.”

Gerrard's words shook the Mage out of his thoughts. The crimson-eyed Warlock looked at him in silence for a moment, picking his words carefully. "I guess the right word would be 'Impressive'. However, could you..." Magus paused, thinking for a second. "Show me were I might be stationed here?" By which he meant 'where would he be teaching', but he was never to call himself a teacher. He had originally wanted to ask where the Library was, but that might make him look more suspicious than he already was. He'd rather wait out, just to see if they ever got there.