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Simon Stawski

The lucky purveyor of the late teen classes

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

Description

Name: Simon Stawski

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Image: Image

Nationality: Canadian

Policy: As a teacher at the academy he has to be open minded, but he'd extremely skeptical about the Tamer philosophy

Specialist subjects: Philosophy and Integrated Humanities

Description: Simon's aged fairly well; his hair has receded considerably less than the world economy in the decades leading up to the asteroid, and has even retained most of it's colour. He'd in good shape and good health, which he puts down to clean living and a pure heart.

Personality: As a philosophy lecturer, Simon's one of the most even-handed, nonjudgemental people you can meet. He's mastered the art of "entertaining an idea without accepting it", and is always fair in his assessment of things. He is not, by any stretch of the imagination, an action-man, and his bravery only extends as far as duty demands. But he has a knack for establishing a rapport with just about anyone, and is a confident public speaker, which is why he was cherry-picked for his role at the Academy.

Back story: Simon never wanted to study anything but philosophy. Lecturing was the obvious career route, while he worked at the same time on a book about the influence of Greek philosophy on early Christian thought, which sadly remained unfinished at the time of the asteroid strike. Born to Polish parents, raised in Canada, his life has been exemplary without being exceptional. And he actually quite liked it that way...while it lasted.

So begins...

Simon Stawski's Story

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#, as written by shmband
Monday 24th May, 2038 - 11:40am

Some days it was difficult to tell if you'd lain in bed a little too long. Even during the summer, the light difference between night and day time wasn't especially pronounced. Even after ten years, there was still plenty of dust, ash and god knows what other crap obscuring the sun's light. Not enough to cause an ice age (which was odd, because many people had predicted one) but certainly enough to bring down the light levels.

Today it had caught Simon out. He'd slept in, and not set his alarm. The display on his PDA was the first thing to alert him as he rolled out of bed. He dressed hastily, and dragged a comb through his hair until it looked vaguely presentable.

Did it really matter so much that he was late for classes? Not really. The acadmy didn't have a rigid timetable. They'd decided early on that wouldn't work, because there were so many students with different specialties. The professor who's lovechild the academy was had bestowed upon the teachers the idea that the students are the future, let them lead the way. It sounded like a hippy lyric to most, but the staff tried to be faithful to it. Which meant allowing the students to largely dictate how they wanted classes to run. The teachers were just there to bring the knowledge.

Once he was done, he decided there wasn't time for breakfast...it would be lunchtime soon anyway. So he hurried out of his appartment and took the stairs down one level, to the 16-20s student floor. See it wasn't just staff that had a propensity to lay in in the absence of bright sunlight...and if the students had a feeling some of the staff weren't up, they'd milk it for all it was worth. In other words each student would either be a) still in bed, b)lounging around in their chalet, or c) by some miracle motivated to go to whichever morning classes had been running.

One thing for sure, though, was that they would be getting up for afternoon class. Even if Simon didn't bang on the door to motivate them, Monday afternoons all the students had Dragology; a subject which unsurprisingly caught the imagination of all the young people and had a correspondingly pristine attendance rate.

Dragology...was that even a word? Simon found it hard not to be a little skeptical about the whole idea of having it as a subject in it's own right. Sure, dragons were fairly topical to say the least, but why not just cover them in biology and current affairs? Or perhaps it was the research element of the subject which gave it it's pride of place. Even so...Simon didn't trust that guy. Was that his first name or his last name? Did anyone even know? The guy was a few tenors short of a choir, no doubt about that, but most disturbingly of all he was a strong proponent of the Tamer ideals. Over this, Simon was happy to agree to disagree, but it bothered him that Areev seemed more inclined than the other staff to impress his own policy on the students.

And then Simon's brain began to hurt just thinking about it all, and his thoughts turned to the need for coffee, which he could get in his office in the main complex. But not without escorting any tarrying students with him.

"Eh! Let's get moving eh?" he called out, pounding the door with his fist, hoping at least one person was inside to hear him.

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"GAH! I'm up! I'm up!" Elit shouted, awakened from his sleep by a loud knock from the door that opened to the chalet he was stationed in. A number of other students near him began moaning and stretching, obviously woken up from his outburst. Not wanting to be blamed for the other's discomfort, he quickly threw off his cover and sheets. hoping from his bed. The cold air motivated him to rush to the boy's bathroom, dragging along his change of cloths for the day in his wake.

As he combed his hair, brushed his teeth and did any other minor adjustment to his person that was required, Elit mentally kicked himself for not waking up earlier. He'd be damned it he missed Dragology class! Simon Stawski was the man he looked up to, besides his mother and his ten-year deceased father (may God have mercy on his soul). It was the highlight of his days, giving him debates to dwell on and problems to solve. What was more mysterious in the world than a dragon?

Coming out the bathroom, his clothes hastily thrown over his body, Elit spotted a girl at the doorway, speaking to whoever knocked. Hadn't he seen her open the door and go lay back down on his way to the bathroom? Stopping himself behind her, Elit sucked in a sharp breath when he spotted who was outside. Simon Stawski.

"OH! S-Sir! How n-nice of you t-to come with a wake up call...!" Elit was sure that his cheeks were turning a bright red color, only imagining how terrible he looked with his hasty outfit.

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#, as written by shmband
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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Wolf turned to see where Lily darted back too, and almost slipped on a patch of ice himself in doing so. He quickly righted himself and tugged at his collar, as if releasing a fresh dose of dignity back into his system. Sheepishly he pressed on and noticed Simon, Elit and a third guy stepping into the elevator. The third man...well, he seemed a bit the 'the man', only crooked and dishevelled and quite possibly evil.

Cool.

He looked back and saw the girl with a really neat accent he'd seen around the chalet a few days ago...Natalie was her name. She was Australian, Wolf was Austrian...in his mind that practically made them family. He held back a little and walked up to her, holding his hand out much as Lily had. And since the introduction he'd given to Lily was fresh in his mind, and he'd been quite happy with it (even though it had apparently resulted in her running off to talk to Richard) he decided to give it another go.

"Hello Natalie!" he said, "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 grimaced at how it sounded out loud...it had worked a bit better in response to Lily's approach rather than a spontaneous introduction. But oh well, it wasn't like he could suck the words back in...though for Wolf that would sure be a useful ability at times.



Simon stepped into the elevator alongside Areev, who didn't move in the slightest to accomodate anyone else, but stayed obstinately standing in the middle of the elevator. Says a lot about the kind of person he is, Simon thought, expecting everyone to arrange themselves around him.

He looked across at Elit and considered how best to explain. A formal introduction would probably best wait until the class was all assembled, so he kept it simple for now. "He's a researcher here at the academy." Simon replied. It was technically the truth. Areev wasn't a teacher...was it correct to say he was a scientist? Probably. He was known to have a doctorate in something or other under his belt, but the reality was Simon didn't know precisely what it was that Areev did. Simon didn't know, because Simon wasn't of a high enough grade to know. The Academy's board was run from far away, and told the teachers what hoops they had to jump through. But he knew that there was a lot more that went on that he or any of the other regular teachers knew about. Which, he supposed, should be a positive thing. The world was, after all, counting on the academy to figure out how the human race was to survive. Perhaps shrouding parts of it in mystery allowed people to foster hope thay they were developing a secret weapon in the basement or something that would swat hundred of dragons out of the sky at a time.

Fat chance of that.

He waited until everybody was packed into the elevator, and hit the button for the second floor.

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When the group reached an elevator, Charlotte watched it open up to show a short man in a suit already in it, she kept walking to close in and overheard the ending of their conversation.

"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."


'Well, I guess we have a new teacher.' She thought as everyone stacked in the tiny can that would take them higher, or lower, anyway, it combined two things Charlotte didn't like that much: Heights and closed spaces. Noticing how the man already in the elevator didn't move an inch to make space for the others she thought 'Suit dude is no gentleman...' then got in the elevator and moved to a corner before the first teacher she saw pressed one of the buttons in the control panel and the doors closed with a light noise, the elevator started moving up. Charlotte was wondering what could this other man possibly have to say, since it appeared to be a surprise to everyone, he probably didn't make many public appearances, perhaps he had something important to announce this time, maybe they would turn up the heating system! This place could surely use a few more degrees, it was cold even when indoors.

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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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#, as written by shmband
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.