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Richard Maxwell

Without knowledge, we are dead!

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a character in “Survival Academy: While Dragons Rule”, as played by Worldsastage

Description

Name: Richard Maxwell

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Image: Image

Nationality: American

Policy: Split, but ultimately undecided. He believes more information must be gathered before anything is decided, since blindly attacking them without knowing their strengths and weaknesses could be risky, and attempting to tame them is just as risky. At this point, all that should be done is to study them.

Strongest subjects: Richard considers himself a scientist at heart and is always persuing to gather new knowledge on a variety of topics, particularly those best suited for survival. He knows first aid, a good deal about plants, astronomy, meteorology, physics, geology, animal behavior, and even has some rough construction skills. His knowledge on any of these subjects can range from amateur to encyclopedic, but he really only knows things he considers 'vital' to survival.

Description: Richard managed to keep himself in pretty good shape, though by no means an athlete. He often wears a pair of makeshift glasses.

Personality: Richard can basically be considered an egghead. His pursuit of knowledge can often override his pursuit of forming healthy interpersonal relationships. He is by no means antisocial, attempting to be friendly when he has the patience for it. Though, he reserves most of his respect for people he believe to be intelligent. He believes idiots should be the first to die and will have no remorse towards any of them, and he believes most people around him to be idiots.

His pursuit of knowledge can often reach the point of obsessive, to the point that he would refuse to eat until he finds the answers he's looking for. To him, knowledge is the most essential thing to survival, next to the application of that knowledge, and dismisses anybody with a 'shoot first, ask questions later' mentality.

Back story: Richard was the son of a couple of scientists. His mother died in a building collapse the day the asteroid struck. Richard and his dad managed to survive. Shortly afterward, they relocated to Nevada, where it was believed a herd of dragons had formed a nest. Richard's dad had joined a team of scientists, hoping to get close to the dragons and learn more about them, particularly about how new dragons are born, and whether a family structure among these dragons exist. Most attempts to find these nests have failed, and one attempt cost his father his life. With no family left, Richard was instructed to flee to safety, up North where fewer dragons were found. Richard carried nothing with him but a suitcase of books, scientific equipment, and a copy of his father's incomplete notes on dragons. He made it to Omaha, where he was thrilled there was a school still thriving.

So begins...

Richard Maxwell's Story

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Richard had gotten up bright and early that morning. Life was too short to just sleep away, and Richard found that he could make do without a lot of sleep. Sure a lot of people say that that makes him grumpy and difficult to talk to, but that was just the way Richard was. And if they were right, and that all he needed was sleep and he'd be a much more pleasant person, he'd rather go without sleep. He couldn't stand pleasant people.

Richard was now up, sitting in the lounge having just come back from his early morning classes. He liked to show up whether the teachers or any of the other students showed up or not. If he was alone, it became independent study, which he was always prepared to do, which was actually what he was doing right now, as he waited for the afternoon classes to start. He was sitting on a sofa reading a book on water sanitation methods. It was just one of many topics Richard considered to be important enough to be useful someday. He'd already read the book three times in the past, but felt like some of it's knowledge had become to slip from his mind, and was hoping to reinforce the information.

He heard the knock coming from a door, and recognized the voice. He rolled his eyes as some of the other teens stirred from their slumber. He didn't appreciate the nonchalant attitude that many of his peers, and apparently, teachers, had towards punctuality and productivity. He remembered a time when his father was alive, that about this time each day, his father and his team would've conducted 3 experiments, write out 5 reports, fill out piles of paperwork, and would just now be taking a break so that they could be ready to finish out the next half of their work day. Richard didn't like the idea of anybody wasting time, as time was a very valuable resource. But he chose to say nothing. These kind of people weren't worth the time scolding. They probably lacked the ability to comprehend simple logic anyway.

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Simon looked at Lily through narrowed eye the first time she answered the door, and said nothing. Clearly the girl's brain had not yet engaged, and there wasn't too much point making a great effort until it had. He stepped into the common area of the apartment, and noted Richard sitting on one of the couches reading a book. Simon nodded in acknowledgement towards him. He should probably have offered him some semblance of congratulation for being proactive enough to not only be awake, but also studying. As it stood, it suggested that Richard had been up longer than Simon, and had therefore put him to shame, and therefore no action or remark was desireable.

And then Lily was back out of her room again, giving some more like a 'correct' answer this time. He nodded towards her, and again said nothing as she ran off to the bathroom. The initial flurry of activity was encouraging, but for all the noise not many faces emerges. Simon closed his eyes and shook his head. There were so many battles to fight, and the good guys were losing on every front. Dragons vs the human race. Ragtag students vs me. The desire for coffee vs the probability of there being time to get any before class. Etc vs etc.

He opened his eyes as Elit addressed him. "Yeah peachy isn't it." Simon said gruffly, "Not a wake-up call I'm afraid...or at least if it is it's a wake-up call to all of us to pull out socks up and try taking this a bit more seriously. Well...almost all of us..."

He threw a smile over at Richard at that point. Not an entirely pleasant smile, but half 'good on you for setting an example' and half 'damn you incorrigible know-it-all for making us all look bad'.

And then Lily appeared once again, this time with a bit of life in her it seemed and that endearing - no wait, make that tiresome - gleam in her eye.

"You thought that huh?" he said, "Well I thought it was man's right to get up in the morning, walk down the street for coffee, and then get on the subway, go to work and talk to his colleagues about the weekend's Maple Leafs game. But you know what's true? Sometimes, things happen than challenge what we think. So..." at this point he raised his voice so those still in their beds could hear "...is anyone else coming or shall I just arrange for the pork chops to be sent up when they're ready?"



Wolf raised his head of the pillow at the sound of something being called out from the living area. Ugh...damn...have I missed breakfast? What the hell time is it? He looked across at his alarm clock, but realised that his view was obscured due to there being a CD case stuck to the side of his face. Raising a hand he flicked it off and looked at the time...and started to laugh. Missed Maths class? RESULT!

As quickly as he could manage - which wasn't very - he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of cargo pants and a sweatshirt over the top of his bed t-shirt. Who was there worth getting scrubbed up for after all? Were there any nice looking girls in the academy? Hell...maybe...but they were the only girls he'd ever seen. For all he knew they could be butt-ugly by world-standards, and only seemed attractive because his sampling so was narrow. It was different when it came to guys of course, he thought as he looked in the mirror and tried to do something with his hair. Guys are just meant to look rugged, so in Wolf's mind he was pretty sure he was pretty drop dead stunning. The fact that he thought this whilst picking a bit of cilantro out of his teeth didn't strike him as in any way ironic...

Once he'd gathered enough balance, he hobbled out into the living area and raised a hand.

"Pah-yo-yo y'all." he said, "What's cookin'? Take me to class or lose me forever baby."

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Richard closed up his book and set it down on the closest flat surface he could find, seeing that class was finally about to begin. He stood as the common room filled with lazy sleepy heads pretending to be students. He felt his patience already beginning to be tested with these people, and the day had yet to begin. He saw both Elit and Lily both awkwardly try to pretend to be model students, and he internally groaned as they both addressed the man entering as 'sir', as if this man deserved the same title as a courageous knight, or even as a world famous British song writer.

Richard acknowledged Simon's half hearted words calling for the students to take things 'a bit more seriously', along with his artificial smile in his direction, and he knew it was artificial, for no one was ever sincerely filled with pleasant thoughts when looking at him. He was not amused with his speech, and made no effort to return the smile, and in fact, effortlessly maintained his frown back at him.

"Nice words." Richard told the instructor. "But it would be nice if the actions matched. I'm just saying."

Richard knew he had a problem, namely, in showing respect towards people who don't deserve it. On an intellectual level, he knew that it was very important towards his survival to be liked, so that he wouldn't end up being the first one eaten when things got desperate, or to be the one left behind when they'll all being chased by dragons. But on another intellectual level, he knew that if his life was ever dependent on any person currently standing in this room, he would be doomed from the start, so why make any effort to be liked?

He moaned internally once again as another student arrived, another person that he would not trust his life to. He seriously doubted the survival skills of anybody who would make up their own words to use as a greeting when there were already several other greeting words he could've chosen. What does Pah-yo-yo even mean? It was like a secret code with no solution, exactly the kind of thing that would bother Richard all day.

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Richard dared not to even flinch as Lilly approached him, and violated his personal space. He remained firm, keeping a straight face. He measured her up at that moment, trying to get a read from her. She didn't appear to be all that intimidating, but he got a feeling that she has had a lot more combat experience than he'd ever had, which would be none. Richard was more skilled in mind games and battle of wits, but he also knew that all the wits in the world couldn't protect you from a punch in the face. And he felt like this person would have no qualms against doing such a thing.

He wanted to avoid any physical confrontation while at this school, but he also didn't consider himself weak, and would in no way back down from this show of undeserved aggression. Instead of retaliating with a show of his own physical prowess, which would be rather humiliating for him, he'd decided to fight her the only way he knew how, with a battle of words.

"So, suddenly, it's a super human ability to get up before noon?" Richard inquired. "I'll take it. I'd prefer super human to lazy any day. And just so you know, I would never trash talk my superiors, as you put it. Unfortunately, I don't appear to have any superiors in this room, whatsoever." He looked around the room, specifically at Lilly at Simon, just hoping that one of them would have the intellect to recognize his insult. For the first time since Simon knocked on the door, he smirked. He realized a second too late that he probably shouldn't have, but it was too late to back out of it now. He continued smirking.

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Immediatly, when Lily went back to confront Richard, Elit recent straight-backed manner disappeared, sagging as he released tensed sigh. Running his hands over his clothes to smooth them slightly, he decided to lean against the door from to the right of Simon so he could watch the exchange. If it came to blows, though Elit seriously doubted that Richard would resort to such measures, he still wanted to be in a somewhat ready position so he could get between the two.

"Listen, bud," Lily said, her lip curling into a snarl, "just because you're some freaky super-human who doesn't need sleep, doesn't mean you can trash-talk your superiors." To get her point across, Lily jammed her finger into his chest, not quite hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to attempt to receive some sort of reaction from Richard.

"So, suddenly, it's a super human ability to get up before noon?" The American questioned, causing Elit to smile openly. This guy never ceases to amaze me with his wit. Elit thought. "I'll take it. I'd prefer super human to lazy any day. And just so you know, I would never trash talk my superiors, as you put it. Unforrtunately, I don't appear to have any superiors in this room, whatsoever."

This last comment caused Elit to grind his teeth slightly, his hands folding across his chest to hide his clenched fists. Elit wasn't one to allow such feelings to enter his thoughts, but saying that infront of Simon Stawski? Did he not have the decency to keep such comments to himself, or was he intentionaly trying to get under both Lily's and Simon's skin? The dude sometimes really puzzled him.

"Well, there may be no "superiors" here," Elit brought his hands up to quote "superiors", "But some respect is in order for the man who actually gets us thinking about the real problems in the world." Using his foot against the wall, Elit propeled himself from his perch and turned to walk out the door, giving a half wave to the three. "I, on the other hand, have plenty of respect for you, Mr. Simon. If you don't mind, I'll be making my way to you're classroom now so I can have some time to look over some content before the class actually starts. Later!" And with that, he made his way through the lobby and around the corner, disappearing from the three's view.

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#, as written by shmband
Simons' straight face didn't budge at Richard's surprising comments. The boy's contempt would have been more troubling if he actually had other options of where to be. But in truth, the cynicism wasn't entirely unjustified...especially considering they were about to walk into a class where the teacher - namely, himself - knew hardly more about the subject matter than any of the students. All he had was the teaching material compiled by the real professor of dragology (Simon still had trouble accepting that as a real 'subject'...or even a word for that matter...), this mysterious 'Areev' guy who very rarely showed his face.

The confrontation between Richard and Lily left Simon feeling bemused. He couldn't entirely understand what would lead his students to stick up for him, or why he didn't feel more patronised that he should even need them to come to his defence. But it was endearing in a way. Or was it more a statement about the fact that they had such a small pool of adults in their lives that they attached themselves to the ones they had in spite of the glaring inadequacies? A bit like Stockholm Syndrome...

"How about we hold those thoughts guys," he said nonchalantly, "and get to class where attitude and backbiting might at least earn you a decent grade."

He acknowledge Elit as he passed, marking that out as the cue for them all to get going. Didn't look good if a student you'd come to get out of bed still managed to get to class before you. He also acknowledge Wolf with a nod. It wasn't an amazing turnout, but perhaps other students were elsewhere. Not that there was a huge complex of amenities which they might be off enjoying...which was ironic considering the entire campus was supposed to have been the site of the Olympic Games.

"Come on guys," Simon said, stretching his shoulder back and clicking his back slightly, "let's go change the world one paper at a time.



Wolf grinned dopily while the brief argument took place. Richard was someone he had no particular beef with, apart from the fact that he didn't know what the guy was talking about half the time. Richard was cerebral whereas Wolf was more hands on...but at the same time Richard had ideas...and ideas needed to be implemented...and Wolf was an implementing kind of guy.

Lily's performance, on the other hand, he thoroughly enjoyed. There was definitely something attractive about the redhead giving the smug guy what-for. But even if he hadn't been too tired and hungry to think of something to contribute to the discussion, he felt at this stage it would probably have been in his interests not too anyway.

"Alright let's go!" he said enthusiastically.



The classroom was in a seperate building to the residences, across a bleak, gray courtyard of concrete and asphalt, with several stone benches and unfinished stalls. Doors led off to other areas of the academy, including teaching blocks, the cafeteria, the faculty block and the administrative offices. Simon Stawski's classroom was on the second floor of the teaching block, and the walk there took them across the courtyard underneath the equally gray, amorphose sky. The ash layer in the atmosphere left by the asteroid strike had still not entirely cleared, and the sun's light was dispersed so widely that it was almost impossible to tell it's position. It was the same most of the world over, though in other parts of the world that same haze was often the murk within which resided danger and terror. In the skies over the academy, it was simply a reminder of the plight of the world, for no Dragon had been seen so far north in the Americas in years. As the ash layer thinned over time, it was expected the climage would warm and the dragons' territory would increased. The Academy would not be a haven forever...

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When Lily had suggested that Richard should apologize to Simon, for what, he couldn't possibly imagine, he had to hold in a laugh. The idea of apologizing for stating his rather accurate opinions of the man claiming to be their teacher was absolutely ridiculous. And he thought the girl's behavior to be absolutely ridiculous, and amusing at the same time. Her undeserved loyalty towards this man, who was supposedly their superior, yet felt no need to get up any earlier than any of them, was just laughable. And he wanted to say all this, though he knew if he were to open his mouth to do so, he couldn't without laughing hysterically. And if a smirk got her this angry, he knew that laughing at her ignorance would invite nothing but trouble. Fortunately, Simon intervened before he could say anything.

As the argument diffused, and the group shifted their focus on heading towards class, Richard followed. In a way, he was glad. He was glad that the disagreement had not escalated any further than it had. He didn't like disturbances of any kind, especially when it disrupted class time, and the fact that he was in the center of one was a major embarrassment. He was also glad to see that Simon had not taken any special offense to his comments, or at least didn't feel the need to say anything about it. He was glad that at least somebody among that group was rational, especially since Richard was convinced he had not said anything wrong. It were the other students that were being irrational, the ones that felt that the man needed to be placed on a higher pedestal, rather than treat him as the equal that he was.

Richard had nothing against Simon, and in fact respected him in his own way. Richard didn't think the man deserved any more admiration than any of them, simply because he was supposed to be their teacher. Anybody could just be given the role of teacher. It really didn't take that much, especially in this time and age. It didn't help that Richard felt like he knew more about dragons than the man who was supposed to be teaching them about dragons. It couldn't be helped when you're the son of a man who devoted himself to the study of dragons since they first appeared, and lived the majority of your life among a group of researchers who tried to study dragons. But though Richard felt superior to Simon in terms of knowledge, and to some extent, work ethic, he did respect the man for the qualities he demonstrated just now.

If it weren't for Simon, his and Lily's argument would've escalated, perhaps towards violence. Simon was level headed and don't not go off at the slightest provocation. This was an admirable trait, and Richard couldn't help but feel like a jerk, considering he was the most guilty of not acting rational in that disagreement. Simon had proven himself to be Richard's superior in at least one aspect in that single moment. He felt like he needed to say something.

"Sorry guys." He murmured as he walked, hoping that whoever needed to hear it heard it. He said it as an apology to the group, for causing a ruckus and disrupting class, but he meant it as an apology towards Simon, who really didn't deserve his grief.

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Charlotte watched as a towering boy arrived and sat on the same couch she was, he opened a notebook and started reading it as Charlotte though 'Did he have to sit THAT close?', she was a little uncomfortable around strangers. To avoid getting nervous for no reason, she shifted her attention to the other side of the room, where three people apparently had an argument, it was way too far for Charlotte to see it clearly without her glasses, and she didn't feel like putting them on just to watch a potential fight. She watched it all stop while pretending to read her book, trying not to look at the boy sitting not far from her. After that, one of those people started walking towards the door not very far.

"Alright let's go!" Called out the first one, now in focus, he was obviously older than the rest of the people Charlotte had seen around, so she assumed he was a teacher and was calling them into class. Once the rest of the people following the man walked past, she decided to get up and follow them, going to class sounded like a good idea, well, better than sit uncomfortably close to a guy she didn't know.

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In a semi-wakeful stupor Wolf followed behind Simon, Elit and Lily, down onto the ground floor and out onto the barren courtyard. The light, despite being natural, was so flat and dim and it was easy to forget they'd even stepped outside. Or at least it would be were it not for the cold bite of the air. He hopped from foot to foot as he walked, grumbling to himself slightly about wishing he'd worn a second pair of socks. His spacial awareness was not yet working at full capacity, so when Lily jumped down next to him he flinched a bit and then smiled at her. A chipper voice was always a welcome thing.

"Hey," he said, chuckling at her banter, "yeah I think I knew who you were...your name anyway. I don't think we have so many classes together. But sure, I'm Wolf, I like addressing my hunger, finding ways to connect things and discover what kind of music people hate without having to ask."

He took her hand and gave it a lighthearted shake. He had to acknowledge it was odd that he'd not really spoken to her before, but perhaps it had been so long since they'd all been thrown into a student apartment together that the temptation to remain aloof was quashed by the sheer need to human contact. Some of the students were obviously...'intense' enough to overcome that. But Wolf, for one, was glad that somebody was coming out of their shell.



Simon heard Richard's softly spoken apology, and hid a subtle smile by not looking back to acknowledge it. No apology was strictly necessary, not to Simon at least. And as long as the bad blood between Richard and Lily seemed to be diluting itself, there was no action required After all, these were the kids who were going to rebuild society...or so the remnant of the government seemed to hope. And in society people had to figure out how to get along even when they didn't...'get along'.

He breezed across the courtyard, not wishing to spend any more time out in the cold than he had to, and hit the button on the elevator which was quite close to the classroom block entrance. He looked back to see who was following, and noticed that at least one more girl had joined the group...she was a new arrival but his memory seemed to be throwing the name 'Charlotte' around in his mind. He'd spare her the ordeal of standing up and introducing herself in class. Nobody really appreciated that.

The elevator chimed and he turned around to enter, but stopped and jumped back a little. He hadn't expected to see someone already in the elevator. It was a dark, rather eccentric looking figure, diminuitive in height but with fairly wild, unkempt light brown hair. He wore a dark blue suit which looked like it had seen...well...more than it's fair share of wear and tear. The face Simon barely recognised but the overall impression was that it could only be one person; Areev.

"Professor Stawski I presume?" Areev said.

"Even he." Simon replied brusquely, composing himself. "Were you looking for me or...?"

"Yes yes," Areev said impatiently, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be giving todays lecture personally."

Simon's eyes widened, and he hesitated before answering. "I...well...sure thing. Fine with me. In that case accompany us to the classroom."

"Very kind." Areev sneered, "Do lead the way."

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As they crossed the courtyard, Elit pulled his coat tighter around himself, unable to keep chills from running up and down his spine. That was the drawback for him here at the Academy- it was always cold. Bone chillingly cold. Snow flakes bite into his unprotected face, his cheeks and the end of his nose turning a bright red color. Though Elit still looked cheery and uneffected by the swirling mass of whiteness, inside he was grumbling and cursing every step of the way across the courtyard.

Approaching the elevator, Elit bounced on the balls of his heels to keep from freezing in place, willing the elevator to move faster. You'd think they'd make machinery at a location where the Olympics might have been held go somewhat faster. As it opened, Elit paused when the doors slide to reveal a man in a suit that had seen better days.

"Professor Stawski I presume?"

"Even he." Simon replyed, gathering himself. "Were you looking for me or...?"

"Yes yes," the man answered impatiently, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be giving todays lecture personally."

Well, this is an odd turn of events! Elit was surprised that this man, whoever he was, would simply come across Simon and put it to him that he'd be taking over his class. Unsure why, whoever this was seemed familiar to Elit, related to Simon's teachings somehow. Now why could that be?

After the two men exchanged a few more words, Elit leaned towards Simon and whispered his question, "Um...sir? Who is this man? He seems familiar, but I'm afraid I've forgotten..."

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Richard listened to Lily's words. Some of it hit him hard. Perhaps there was some nugget of truth in those naive sentiments. But before he could analyze it any further, he was shocked to see the girl coming right at him.

At first he was afraid he may have accidentally done something to anger her again, which tended to happen very often with people. He backed away a little, but she was too fast for him and managed to grab a hold of him. It didn't take him long to realize that this wasn't an attack, but a hug. He was confused. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to this. He wasn't even entirely sure how he felt about it. On the one hand, he recognized it as a gesture of good will, and appreciated the gesture, but he still didn't like the invasion of his personal space, which this was a major violation, plus he was pretty sure people were staring, though he couldn't see to be certain.

Then she pulled back, and moved away before he could even process what had just happened. As she nearly slipped on some ice, Richard remained planted in one spot, still trying to piece together what that was all about. The hug came out of no where, and served no practical purpose. He realized he may have been partially to blame for it, letting his emotional side get a little out of hand like that. It made him vulnerable to hugs and other friendly gestures. He had to watch out for that in the future. He wondered if the girl may be lacking a functional brain, and instead has a second heart sitting in her skull, for she appeared to be running off of pure emotion. One moment she's angry and getting into fights, the next moment she's sentimental and giving hugs, and all to the same person, too. It appeared to be a rather stark contrast to his own overly analytical self. Not that he can deny having human emotions, but he can sure try. There was no point in being sentimental and mushy when you have the fate of the world to think about. Richard continued walking after the group approaching the elevator.

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Richard filed into the elevator with the others. He looked at the man in the center of the elevator, and made notes of his behavior. He liked to get a feel for people when first meeting them, watch their stance and listen for the tones in their voice to get a reading of the type of person they are, and they likelihood of whether they'd get along. Right away he noticed that he did not make any effort to accommodate the students jamming themselves into the elevator with him. This was the kind of man who knew where he stands, who'd make no compromises and doesn't care what others think. To Richard, he seemed like just the man he could look up to. The man didn't exchange pleasantries with the students, didn't try to make a good impression with anybody, and had a very arrogant feel to him. Richard felt like he had a lot in common with the man, and they barely just met. He couldn't wait to hear what he had to say once they got to class. Literally, he couldn't. He decided to strike up a conversation with him then and there.

"Excuse me." Richard addressed the man. "I heard you're taking over the class today. Why is that, and why do you feel yourself so qualified to teach us about dragons?"

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Terrence made his way outside, bunching his shoulders against the cold as he made his way to the elevator. First he noticed A girl with red hair talking to a guy he had seen around the academy a few times, and knew from just seeing how he interacted that he was a intellectual type, and not all that nice of a guy, and currently, the girl in front of him looked like she was about to cry.
Terrence sighed and kept an eye on them, but sighed again, this time relieved when the girl attacked the young man with a hug before walking towards the elevator, slipping on a patch of ice and leaving the guy confused before he too made his way to the elevator. Just before Terrence reached the doors, they began to close, so he one of his arms through the door to stop the automatic shutters. Once they reopened, he stepped through and realized how crowded it was, but turned his head to the others behind him.
"Hey", he said, offering them all a friendly smile. He had seen most of there faces before and also noticed the girl he had sat beside on the couch in the main room.
Excuse me." He heard the guy from earlier say to a man in a rather unkempt suit. "I heard you're taking over the class today. Why is that, and why do you feel yourself so qualified to teach us about dragons?"

Terrence sighed and looked back to the front, hoping to block out any ensuing arguement.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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Simon wished that Lily hadn't chosen a moment when they were all packed in tight with each other to bring up an issue which already caused him a deal of discomfort. 'Breeding' was a term that had been used by many people who looked faceciously on the rumoured hopes behind the academy. Bringing young people together to 'discover' each other and get the human race thinking about procreation again...there was no doubt it was something that needed to be addressed. But any means of acting on it, especially with regards to people so young, just left him feeling uneasy. He could scarcely deny that it was a factor, but at the same time the issue had become so enveloped in urban legend and scorn that it was difficult to even broach the subject without incurring ridicule.

He looked across at her with narrowed eyes and shook his head - not in denial, but rather in dismissal. "God help us all." was all he said.



Areev didn't avert his gaze from directly ahead of him, but formed a crooked smirk at Richard's demand.

"You heard correctly." he said flatly, "I respect your candour. And out of that respect, and to avoid unecessary efforts on my part, shall I suggest that since you are bound to sit in a class for the afternoon period anyway, you take the time to listen to what I have to say and then judge for yourself whether I am so qualified?"

The elevator pinged once again and the doors slid open.

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Richard nodded as the man magnificently avoided his question. Richard didn't even know this guy's name, but he found himself liking him more and more by every passing moment. The air of mystery surrounding him only added to his appeal. "Fair enough." Richard answered. "Excuse me for tying to get a preview of what's to come."

He looked around him in the crowded elevator, and noticed several conversations taking place. He overheard a very familiar voice discussing the possibility of breeding at this school. He was very surprised that she would be so open and forthcoming on the subject. And to bring it up here of all places. He ignored it, just like he ignored everybody else on the elevator attempting to make polite conversation with one another.

As the elevator doors opened. He waited for the crowd to begin moving before following along with them, heading to their classroom.