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[open] jannat al-ma'wa

Mar 04, 2011 11:27

Who: lumenrelegandus and multiple/open (see below)
When: Backdated to before the Shadows manifest
Where: Naruto's dojo
Format: Have some Choose Your Own Adventure! Then prolly switch to action/prose. ;)
What: Thanks to sudden popular demand, Lupin's going to start holding tutoring sessions in General/Scorched Studies. Thanks to Sakura, they'll be at the dojo ( Read more... )

hermione granger, !remus lupin, ciel phantomhive, river tam, sebastian michaelis

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demon_andbutler March 6 2011, 01:41:25 UTC

[Sebastian will just stay off to the side, allowing Ciel to take charge here and introduce himself. ... Of course he's also kind of blocking the door, so that Ciel can't leave.]

queens_guarddog March 14 2011, 07:19:01 UTC

[This is entirely unfair. When the hell had he agreed to being imprisoned in his studies?]

Tch. [He removes his shoes and crosses his arms over his chest. He will act maturely.]

Excuse me? [Clearing his throat, he tries to garner Professor Lupin's attention.] I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I believe we spoke before?

lumenrelegandus March 15 2011, 01:18:39 UTC

[Stands and nods to both.] Yes, Lord Phantomhive, I was expecting you. And Mr. Michaelis I presume.

queens_guarddog March 15 2011, 03:07:12 UTC

Mm. [Ciel presses his lips together.] What can you teach me, Professor?

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impossibly March 6 2011, 04:07:42 UTC

For a moment in the face of that white light, the tumultuous chaos clears and River's mind is a deep, still pool. She closes her eyes and smiles, just a small curving of the lips, standing stock still and oblivious in the doorway until the feeling passes.

Then she gives a soft little sigh and steps forwards, curling her toes against the cool texture of the bamboo - she prefers bare feet, anyway, there's more agility, even if sometimes she's paying more attention to the signals coming up from her toes than the world around her. Touch is just as important a sense as sight and sound and scent.

"It's nice." The guan, she means, but also that fragment of clarity. Meditation had never brought such surcease. Abruptly, several steps into the room, she ducks her head so that the tangled brown strands of her hair fall across her face. She hadn't mentioned she was coming; what if he was busy? She knew without looking that he wasn't trying to want her here in that pitying way some people had, but this was a working environment, no place for ( ... )

lumenrelegandus March 7 2011, 05:06:37 UTC

Interesting, the way being barefoot made her steps less hesitant. Drawing energy up from the ground, culminating in dancerlike grace. Intense focus, deliberation, desire for grounding, determination not to loose touch-desire for self-mastery. Perhaps linked to her default (probably earned) assumption she would not be welcome.

In their four year (is that really all?) acquaintance, Harry had several times noted how Lupin would give responses as though he had read Harry's mind. River could tell quicker than anyone, this wasn't the case. There was some hint of ability to block mindreading, if he was aware of it, but otherwise: just perceptiveness. Good at reading people not their thoughts. His dominant perception so far might as easily be projection: things he and River seemed to share ( ... )

impossibly March 7 2011, 08:46:22 UTC

Small smile. She is not used to being welcomed; she has grace but not graciousness. But it eases her heart.

It's been a good day, and this clockwork city is abruptly lacking in Mandarin, so she instantly forgives him the misunderstanding. "A problem of the lion-eating poet in the stone den," she tells him, kneeling until her legs have folded up under her and tiny bare toes poke out at the back from beneath the gem of her dress. "Sensei might be more appropriate."

If River's talents are extrasensory, they are not solely so. She would make just as good a charlatan, her brain as much a Holmsian catalogue of identifying traits and speech patterns and clues as it is a receptor for impossible insights. Even if they often get jumbled up with each other, impossible to use in any useful way. No detective she.

But she knows the Tao Te Ching. The crooked shall be made straight. "You can be Laozi, if you prefer. What are you teaching?"

lumenrelegandus March 8 2011, 05:48:15 UTC

He glances at her toes and as quickly away, but smiles. She'll keep him on his, clearly. Not just for her unfolding apparent psychological needs; intertwined with the confusion and pain is exceptional, poetical cleverness.

"It depends on the student," he said. "What they wish or need to learn. My official field of expertise is not directly applicable to most people here. The main thing I can offer is discipline itself. Academic structure. One student is studying history and philosophy. Another, furthering her original studies in magical theory and practice. Another is being taught to harness her innate powers, learn to apply technique. I suppose my specialty-" here again that acute look into her face, "-is self-control."

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femininehermes March 14 2011, 07:27:02 UTC

Hermione did indeed recognize the Patronus Charm. Upon entering the dojo and passing through the heat-less flames, she tilted her head curiously.

"Remus?" she kept her voice at a comfortable level, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful atmosphere, "I brought you some of the potion ingredients I've managed to gather."

There weren't many, but it was a start.

lumenrelegandus March 15 2011, 05:13:23 UTC

"Hermione," his voice was warm, "I'm glad you came."

He closed the panels behind her with a wave of his hand, and gestured for the cushions to arrange themselves into a seat. His smile at her was brighter than the patronus.

He stuck to business; flicking his wand at the space between them, he said, "Mensula" (with the same inflection as Ferula had created a splint for Ron's leg years ago). A table springs up from the floor.

"It's not a proper lab of course," he said, "but it's a start. And I admit, it's a relief to indulge in some shorthand." He indicated his wand before sticking it in his jacket pocket. "Probably unnecessary given the variety of the Scorched population, but I've felt inclined to avoid unnecessary flash in public. Now, let's see."

femininehermes March 15 2011, 08:48:41 UTC

Hermione couldn't help but beam at him. The sight of a familiar face helped put her at ease. It was easy for Anatole to overwhelm a person. But, at least, there was a place she could go when she felt that way. She shouldn't be surprised, though: Remus could make just about any place feel like home.

"I think Harry and Ron would remind you of how much time I spend studying." she smiled a bit sadly, "I miss them." her expression fell, "I hope they're alright."

Shaking her head, she quickly re-focused and brought her bag over to the table. Arching a brow, she frowned a bit.

"I've...been less careful. I don't feel safe here, so..." she flushed, "I've been using spells in the open. Is that wrong?" she bit her lip and pulled out the ingredients one by one.

lumenrelegandus March 22 2011, 04:05:33 UTC

"Ah, yes," he said as Hermione came over to the table, smiling at her comment on Harry and Ron. "It can be a very good thing, to have friends who'll drag us out into the fresh air now and again."

His smile fell with hers. His hand moved slightly as though to touch her shoulder, but didn't. The photograph felt suddenly heavy in his pocket. He still hadn't decided whether or not to show it to her; or even to tell her about it. He knew he would, ultimately, but he had to pray it was instinct (hopefully of right sort) that maintained Not just yet.Taking her cue, he also turned his focus to the ingredients as she laid them out ( ... )

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