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Post by Kaeru on Jan 24, 2017 1:27:38 GMT -5
Every once in awhile, some maintenance would be nice in a classroom such as Lockwood's. Mostly because unwelcome dust would whiten the tables and cabinets, splatters of blood blotching up the floors, the cleaning out of rotten bodies that are no longer needed, and most importantly, the clean out of wasted materials, which consists of boxes full of experiments, rituals, bones, and all sorts of yucky stuff that shouldn't be said in a innocent room such as the anatomy classroom.
Because Lockwood needed the place to be clean, he has abandoned the use of undead servants for the time being. Instead, the lich took matters into his own hands and changed his usual attire into a white shirt, an apron, and a pair of rubber gloves, and had a mob in his hands. He was whistling a tune to himself as he mopped the floor in a graceful manner. The room's furniture was moved off to the side, with tables, chairs, and minor appliances such as jars, boxes, and tools. The door to his classroom was wide open, and so was the windows as they let the chilling air inside.
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Post by Amethyst Rain on Jan 31, 2017 13:17:03 GMT -5
Elleko was lost.
She had yet to get the hang of the layout of the school. Navigating the waters of her ocean home was nothing to her, but it seemed that ability did not transfer well on land. She was forever finding herself turned around and far away from where she'd intended to be. A simple excursion from her dorm room to the courtyard usually took twice as long as it should have, and the shark-girl just could not fathom how she had yet to figure out how where everything was. Perhaps it was the simple number of people passing through all the time; perhaps the many scents simply made it more difficult for her.
In any case, she had intended to go for a swim. Unlike most people who might have been setting out for the same goal she wore no bathing suit, carried no towel; as usual she was clad in a simple white sundress, her feet bare. Comfortable shoes were difficult to find when one had webbed feet, after all. But rather than anywhere near the pool she found herself wandering aimlessly down a hallway with no idea where she had wound up. She must have taken a wrong turn. But then a wide open door caught her attention and she hesitated, peering around the corner into the classroom.
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Post by Kaeru on Feb 6, 2017 2:44:38 GMT -5
The familiar sound of footsteps approaching his classroom alerted Lockwood of a potential visitor, which was something he did not schedule at all for today, why would he? He made sure that today was cleaning day, so nobody was supposed to be coming to his classroom at this time, unless they happened to be just peaking for curiosity. The lich has eavesdropped and heard many rumors and stories about his other profession besides teaching, and he did not try to hide it. Instead, he wore such tales as a badge of honor, a sense of pride that he has struck fear into the heart of students, and it sure did help cull unruly students from misbehaving.
And what do you know, it was a student all along! The student was quietly peaking inside from Lockwood's door, and at first, Lockwood thought she was one of his corpses that he didn't put to rest yet and was wandering around outside the hall. Well, then he saw that her eyes were still full of life, which isn't a quality that undead monsters usually wears. Lockwood stopped mopping, once he realized that she was a student, and of course, assumed his gentlemanly stature at once, though his current appearance made look like a modern butler than anything else besides a teacher. "Why hello! What brings you to my humble classroom? Are you hoping to get a peak of my piles of rotten flesh?" He didn't wait for a reply, instead he just continued speaking in his usual, cackling tone. "Well you can't, you see. I'm in the middle of tidying up the place, but you can still come in and watch, possibly, or leave, take a choice. Choice. Choice." he was now leaning on his mop, and despite his welcoming, yet unsettling greeting, he was more compelled to keep on mopping, which he continued to do once after a few moments after closing his mouth.
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Post by Amethyst Rain on Feb 6, 2017 11:34:49 GMT -5
The scents of both cleaning solution and death hit Elleko and she had to close her eyes for a moment against the dizzying assault; with her heightened sense of smell cleaning solutions and their already-harsh chemicals tended to be difficult to be around, and rotten flesh certainly was even less pleasant than it was for normal humans. But when she opened them, they widened continually as she took in the room. The furniture pushed against the walls, the whole room clearly in disarray for cleaning purposes, and more than anything else the man in front of her. She was fairly certain she'd seen this teacher around before but didn't know him.
At his slew of questions Elleko ducked her head, hands behind her back to carefully hide her fins and tail. She was a bit self-conscious about them to begin with and this teacher was nerve-wracking to say the least to somebody like her made to sense death and danger. Was he actually dead? He smelled like it, that was for sure. Perhaps it was only because of the aforementioned rotting flesh in the room. But in any case, though she didn't believe a teacher would have any reason to hurt her, she shifted awkwardly for a moment before speaking. "I-I'm s-sorry, I just g-got lost, I th-think," she answered quietly. "I-I'll go." She turned to leave, intent on leaving him to his cleaning and finding the pool, as was her original plan, but before she took more then two steps away turned back, her curiosity driving her. "W-why do y-you have...d-dead th-things everyw-where?"
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Post by Kaeru on Feb 13, 2017 2:21:12 GMT -5
Lockwood admired the student's squirming reaction. His inner performer was kicking up inside of him, and he couldn't help but to go with the flow. "Dead things? Do you mean my, works of art?!" an incredulous look was on Lockwood's face. "Ah, ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~!!!" He was laughing like a madman, with his arms out and laughing right at the ceiling. Oh, this will be fun!. Lockwood thought gleefully. He suddenly stopped laughing and cleared his throat. He adjusted his apron and straighten his hair, where he then continued the conversation. "Why, my dear, is a class for learning all the bits and bobbles of the bodies of men, and women." he explained in a formal tone. It was like watching a butler explaining house guests about paintings and works of art within an manor of sorts.
Of course, Lockwood was trying to resist the urge to giggle as he spoke. He placed his mop in the waste bucket and walked over to one of the shelves that hasn't been touched yet. "For example, I have many... samples that are required for my student to work with... ah, like this bit here!" He picked up a small jar of cloudy liquid, and hastily walked over to the girl. "Now see here," Lockwood was tapping on the glass, "this here is a bunch of eyeballs swimming about." And by that, an eye was made clear next to the glass, it spun around and was soon making eye contact with the girl, as if it was looking directly into her.
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Post by Amethyst Rain on Feb 13, 2017 11:14:28 GMT -5
Elleko listened silently throughout this, her uneasiness growing by the second. What kind of class was this? And what kind of teacher was this? He seemed insane! But who was Elleko to judge that? He must have been sane, at least to some degree, not to mention safe and trustworthy, to be a teacher. Right? So she didn't need to worry, he wouldn't hurt her. Maybe he just had a true passion for...body parts. Like eyeballs. Everybody was entitled to their hobbies.
Throughout his little speech she stayed hovering awkwardly in the doorway, looking around at the room. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously. When he showed her the eyes, however, she jumped slightly and made a little squeak of surprise. Her clumsy webbed feet shuffled away from the jar half a step but she found she couldn't look away. Elleko wasn't squeamish. She'd spent the first eight years of her life hunting her every meal. Blood and dead things weren't new to her, but keeping them in jars was. She hadn't known anybody did that, much less that there were classes in school that involved it. Besides, humans were a lot bigger and more complicated and...messier than fish.
"O-oh," she managed to get out, nodding. "I d-didn't kn-know there was a...a c-class for that."
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Post by Kaeru on Feb 20, 2017 0:05:04 GMT -5
Ooh, that was a pleasant reaction. Lockwood silently chuckled to himself as he placed the jar of eyeballs on one of the shelves. The eyeballs stared at the lich, who simply gave a wave right back at them. "Well my dear, most classes do not happen to use such lively materials to dabble with. I only deliver prime specimens for my students to work with." Lockwood explained politely. Such materials take quite an effort to obtain, and while that statement isn't partially true, as most the body parts collected in this classroom are actually leftovers from previous experiments, experiments that should be left behind closed doors. It's because of those experiments that some parts may appear a bit... vigorous.
As for the resulting chaos that usually crops up from these leftovers, well, they haven't harmed anyone... yet. But besides, most of the materials have already been stored up away for this period of cleaning, and as such of the jar of eyes, only a few bodily parts still remain for the time being. Lockwood actually wished that he still had that bowl of fingers and hands, oh that would be such a treat. As for now, Lockwood has a guest to distract himself with, and with her appearance, he wanted to find out more about such a specimen.
Once he got back from the shelves, Lockwood suddenly grasped onto the lass' shoulders, but with only the gentlest of touches. "I don't think I properly introduced myself, I am the master of the dead and all thing knowledgable of the mortal body, Lockwood Drummond!" he boldly introduced, "But most students call me Mr. Drummond, formally, you are not forced to call me as such, I do not mind." He gave a simple smile that evolved into grin, and then a laughter when he let go of the girl and faced the ceiling.
That laugh faded into a heaving cough as Lockwood choked up in his excitement (and performance), "Ooh! Ah, my apologies, I may have gone overboard for a moment, ah, tis my foregone frenzy."
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