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13 Characters Here
Thistle Erutin [142]
Erich Brenner [91]
Nixie Conner [59]
Josef Kampf [52]
Viktoria Kampf [17]
Augustus [17]
The Hegemony [8]
Josef Wagner [6] The monster unleashed...
The Director [2]
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With a sigh he glanced to the girl and answered with a shake of his head, "I doubt they'd take such a rash action for such a small infringement. Just don't get into any real trouble." By real trouble he meant something that you actively sought out to do with mischief, but he believed that the little ones got the idea. A shame, it sounded like they had something of a brute for a teacher. Perhaps an inquery or two could change things, as well as the discipline issues with their schoolmates... but, it was important for them to learn how to interact. If not now, then it was likely that they'd never learn...
Lena nodded and sighed. "Why do we have to do homework? Do we have to do lab tests today and the homework?" She asked. Lab tests were a part of life. The children were more than used to them, and didn't mind too much. After all, they had a very nice home, and Frank and Phillip made great guardians, even if they weren't really their parents. Lab tests were a small price to pay.
Annette, in the very back, glanced to Phillip. She and Dirk were also, if only barely, in kindergarten. It was alright, but they had a different teacher than the other two, and nicer class mates. Neither had any trouble, or got in trouble for fidgeting...but they had the same homework, and were curious as well. Did they have homework and tests?
Annette, in the very back, glanced to Phillip. She and Dirk were also, if only barely, in kindergarten. It was alright, but they had a different teacher than the other two, and nicer class mates. Neither had any trouble, or got in trouble for fidgeting...but they had the same homework, and were curious as well. Did they have homework and tests?
This was something of a difficult question that seemed like it'd have an easy answer. Frank made something up as he could on the spot, "To make sure that you know what's being taught, and no, no tests today." No, they'd already had their first test, and there were much less valuable Erutin that they could go poking, prodding and observing now. These were becoming loyal Belkan citizens, and, should things turn out well, perhaps landowners and overseers in the Erutin sector. Such was the desire of their superiors, and that was what they'd produce.
Phillip, meanwhile, was his usual quiet self, doing his job and making sure that things moved as smoothly as they could. He glanced down to Annette as she offered hm a glance, and with a soft smile he replied, not speaking. It wouldn't be long now before they were back.
Phillip, meanwhile, was his usual quiet self, doing his job and making sure that things moved as smoothly as they could. He glanced down to Annette as she offered hm a glance, and with a soft smile he replied, not speaking. It wouldn't be long now before they were back.
Annette offered Phillip an bright smile in return and returned to the very important job of keeping the four littlest from wandering off. Not that she blamed them! It was hard. The world outside the labs was very different from the one inside it. As it was, they were almost home, and she wanted to get the homework down.
The smallest of the children, tiny Petra, was just barely old enough for daycare, and only because of a fib, most of the children were sure. She yawned sleepily, and then beamed. "I had fun! We played a lot, and learned a song to Kampf!"
The smallest of the children, tiny Petra, was just barely old enough for daycare, and only because of a fib, most of the children were sure. She yawned sleepily, and then beamed. "I had fun! We played a lot, and learned a song to Kampf!"
Frank turned about, pleased to hear such from the smallest of their number. Surely Petra couldn't lie about her experiences, and such was good to hear. Perhaps not everyone at the school was as unpleasant as the ones in Lena's class. "Perhaps you could sing it for us later, Petra?" It wasn't long thereafter that they arrived at the laboratory, the door sliding open and Frank standing beside it to make sure that all of their charge entered.
Petra beams at this as they all entered. They didn't really leave the labs often, but knew the routine by now. They walked to their rooms, and each removed their shoes, and a backpacks, each in a row beside their door. Then they put on he lab slippers and looser lab clothes that they had grown used to wearing at home. To the children, the scrubs were home clothes, and other clothes were not-home clothes. It made sense to them. When they were done, they cam out, ready for the play area, though the kindergartners had homework in hand, not certain what to do with it. Nervously, Dirk approached Phillip. "What do we do with this? The teacher just said do it at home, and get you to sign the papers." Each child had a packet of a good seven sheets of paper, yearly paperwork to be filled out by parents.
Both Frank and Phillip were present in the play room, and both were rather intrigued to see just what it was they had the Kindergartners doing while the others set about to their recreation. Phillip, having been offered the papers by Dirk, took them up and began to leaf through them. Usual stuff, waivers, permission slips and the like. With a brief glance to Frank he silently conveyed that he'd handle this if Frank took care of the homework.
It seemed an easy enough deal, Frank hating having to deal with anything terribly monotonous. He looked to Dirk, and to the others, and called them to him, curious as to their assignments, "Let me have a look at them, maybe I can help."
It seemed an easy enough deal, Frank hating having to deal with anything terribly monotonous. He looked to Dirk, and to the others, and called them to him, curious as to their assignments, "Let me have a look at them, maybe I can help."
The children handed over their homework. It was simply, trace the letters, then write them on their own, and the same for numbers. Be neat. It wasn't difficult homework, as the children had been made to do similar exercises already. There was even small writing practice books on the small bookshelf the children had been granted, to help them improve their Belkan.
"Hey Frank, I know Belka is better, but will we ever learn Erutin writing and reading too?" Lena asked as she took her paper back and puzzled over it. It didn't look hard at all.
"Hey Frank, I know Belka is better, but will we ever learn Erutin writing and reading too?" Lena asked as she took her paper back and puzzled over it. It didn't look hard at all.
It was good that school was trying to get them to enhance and strengthen their comprehension of the Belkan language, it made things a great deal easier on Frank and Phillip, the latter of which was quite busy scribbling away at the pile of papers that had made itself present beside him on the table. Frank, intrigued by the question, leaned back in his own chair, looking to a glass of water that he had retrieved when the little ones went to go change, and taking it up, answered, "I would assume so, but we'd have to find someone who already knows it." The answer was lack luster, yes, but it was the best he could do. He really didn't know anyone who could read that chicken-scratch.
"Well, Erutins are Belkans now right? The Empress surrendered?" Or something like that, the children didn't much care. "Maybe you could find a teacher! Or even books." Books wouldn't be too bad. One of the day care children spoke up. "Oh! Miss Light Alone! I wanna learn from her!" The younger children began to push and shove in an attempt to be heard, and Josef frowned at this, before turned his attention to his homework and ignoring them.
Lena glanced to the kids, then shrugged and found a crayon to do her work with. She wanted to do it in red!
Lena glanced to the kids, then shrugged and found a crayon to do her work with. She wanted to do it in red!
He would certainly do his best in the effort, Frank always tried at least, and surely he could pull some strings with the project leads to get it in. The LW backers of the project were eager to get these little ones grown so that they could begin to institute loyal Erutin leaders into the zone of occupation. A few books wouldn't be hard. The suggestion of this Light Alone did confuse Frank, he'd heard some rumors and mentionings of the title, or name, in documents and reports, but nothing confirmed. Another nuance of Erutin society that they'd yet to master. "I'll try and get some books, but no promises."
That they still didn't understand was frustrating, but the children let it be. The daycare children settled after a few minutes and began to play, knowing better than to shift and relax, but wanting to, a little. The older kids worked, and within ten minutes were all done. The homework was not, after all difficult to do.
Lena has grown restless though and, after returned her work to her bag, hurried over to their guardians. "Frank, Phillip, can we shift shape now. I'm bored of being human, and want to go up high."
Lena has grown restless though and, after returned her work to her bag, hurried over to their guardians. "Frank, Phillip, can we shift shape now. I'm bored of being human, and want to go up high."
Frank and Phillip looked to Lena with a curious glance, and then offering one to each other shrugged, Phillip returning to his duty as Frank answered, "I don't see why not. You and the others can play as you like." It was nice to just be able to sit back for a day. He'd taken to tending to these little ones full time while Phillip saw to his own family at home, and Frank had to admit that he rather enjoyed it. With such a pleasant experience, he'd likely go on to have his own children.
The children quickly changed and stripped at the same time, before climbing over each other, the play growing significantly rougher. one jumped onto the paperwork that need to be filled out, in their natural form, and another quickly climber the wall, quite literally, and sunk its claws in to hang on to it.
Phillip continued as usual, undistributed by the little ones' efforts until one so conveniently landed on his paperwork and he jumped back for a moment, only to pick them up and set them down on the floor, turning back to his work and trying to regain a sense of order. Frank, meanwhile, watched the scene with a chuckle, they were quite the little imps. He'd have to remember to make them clean up whatever mess they made once they were finished.
The children played with the cat toys they had been jokingly provided and tumbled over each other, some even playing with a few card board boxes. Merely cats at play. One scaled the back of Frank's chair and climbed, almost two foot in lenth, to try and sit on Frank's shoulder.
Frank stood, moving to go fetch something to eat for himself as the little ones scampered about on their own business, and chuckled as he did. Phillip, meanwhile, unprepared for another interruption, jumped at feeling a presence on his shoulder, unintentionally knocking the poor thing off its balance, and he looked to it with a sorry gaze and apologized as best he could.
The little one rubbed its cheek against him and found some clothes to scramble back into. "It's okay Phillip! I didn't mean to surprise you. I'm sorry." It was Klaus, Petra's twin, and the young boy smiled at the guardian. "Phillip, why do I gotta go to school too? all we did was play. Playtime and circle time."
Nixie was not there to visit her friend for once. Instead, she was there, excited, to visit her sponsor. She had excellent news! He'd be pleased. She was ecstatic! Nixie was fairly bouncing, no doubt a habit picked up from Alke.
The former prostitute was dressed modestly. She preferred modest clothes, and with the stipend form her sponsor had been able to afford a few inexpensive stylish clothes. She was happy to have it. Oh she couldn't wait!
The former prostitute was dressed modestly. She preferred modest clothes, and with the stipend form her sponsor had been able to afford a few inexpensive stylish clothes. She was happy to have it. Oh she couldn't wait!
The Baron awaited the (ironically) older woman in the lobby of the former apartment complex, sighing as he flipped through recent news on a holosheet of his, and with a curious eye did he examine the latest headline. Martial victories in the Home Galaxy, it seemed, and though it warmed him to see that things were going well there, he couldn't help but think of the men and women who surely lost their lives in the effort. He sighed momentarily before looking up, setting the sheet aside as he, clad in his uniform as usual, sat by, still waiting for her arrival.
Surely, he figured, she would've picked something gaudy with his stipend, though his opinion was unfairly based on his sister's mentality, and he was rather surprised as she entered with something a hint more modest than he expected. Regardless, he wasn't displeased, and as he rose, he called to her across the space of the place, "Good day, Nix."
Surely, he figured, she would've picked something gaudy with his stipend, though his opinion was unfairly based on his sister's mentality, and he was rather surprised as she entered with something a hint more modest than he expected. Regardless, he wasn't displeased, and as he rose, he called to her across the space of the place, "Good day, Nix."
"Good day Baron Stahl!" She seemed pleased to see him, and saluted happily. "I have excellent news for you!" she was in an excellent mood and it showed. "I've received a job offer. It's only a small part in the main body of dancers, but they are willing to try me out on stage." She said and looked to him for apporval.
"Please, it's just Stahl. I'm... not used to the Baron bit yet." He returned both her salute and expression, glad to see her in such high spirits since their encounter when she had tagged along with his sister. With an eager ear did he listen, and smiled as his ears related such a report as someone had made her an offer of work, and not just any, but one with dignity. "... and that is wonderful news! I'm sure you'll have little trouble with it."
"I hope not! The pay is meager, but I knew I must let you know straight away. I'm just so thrilled!" It wasn't center stage, it wasn't even a major part, but she was dancing on stage, and she kept her dignity. Was there more pleasure in life to be had? She took a deep breath, calming down. "I must thank you. I had given up hope, Stahl."
With a smile he answered, his efforts with Nix coming to challenge his taking care of Thistle for his reasons to be happy, or at least act like it. No need for her to think that he was as depressed as he was all the time. "It means quite a deal, Nix, and don't worry." He sighed somewhat at this, placing his hands behind his back as he did, looking her over for a moment before speaking, "It is the least I could do..." Her words concerning hope did give him some pause, as he held much the same mentality before coming back to live with his sister. "... and never give up. You still have quite a deal to live for."
"Thanks to you." She replied simply. "I had nothing before. But you've given me so much. I'll never be able to repay you." Spending time with Alke was no burden and hardly repaid anything at all. She had no clue how to make it up to him. Oh she knew how other sponsored girls paid, but wouldn't try that route.