Update 10For future reference, the school works on a sixteen-hour day with an eight-sided clock. The first four hours are Morning, the next four are Afternoon, then Evening, then Night. Most people sleep six hours, starting sometime during Evening and waking at Morning's start. Note that AM and PM are translated by convention, they don't stand for anything in-universe.
Current Time: Late-Morning
"Makes sense, unfortunately." *disappointed sigh* "Guess I have to suffer boring parts to excel in more interesting ones. Alright! When do we start?"
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"Tomorrow afternoon. We meet up here, since the first day is outdoors. The department... hasn't given me a room.""Ah, that's unfortunate. I suppose the schedule's just become too cramped to be graceful.
I suppose I should go meet with my Minor professor now, but it was lovely meeting you. I look forward to our classes together!"
Go search the top of the Life building for Dan.
"Before you go," she pulls a blue paper crane from her robe pocket. You notice red cranes jumbled inside the same pocket.
"If the red crane visits you in the morning, show up at 8 AM instead of 7. The other students have yet to arrive."You find Dan talking to an elf, who seems to be maintaining a perfectly normal conversation while hanging upside-down from a tree.
Look at the stumbler.
He's drunk alright. And he has... a six-hour glass? Nevermind why he's carrying it around, you start to wonder how he'd gotten drunk early in the morning. Seems irresponsible, but the hourglass suggests he's going to sleep. Which now that you think about it, makes sense considering the pan-continental studentbase and differing timezones.
You figure that classes need to be sorted out sometime soon.
Did you probe me with your 'Me' "Or perhaps you're just bureaucracy. Either that or you're some other abominatible nightmare that knows my name, I imagine by now there are quite a few."
Shit, if I try to transfer this Vo to my lovely staff it will burst into sparks: I am not articulate enough with my Kahigan.
Raioyris ceases his activity (still retaining the Vo on his Sha) and confronts this armed figure with a probing stare.
"Can I help you?"
(You retain the magic Words on your Kahigan)
"Err," he seems perplexed.
"We have your uniform in the registry. Your particular appearance... is easy to recognize."He glances at the Wind department ruins and tilts his head for a moment.
"We have something to talk about..."The elder leads you to an office, labelled
OCTAVIUS, DOM, and asks you to sit down. He never takes his eyes off of you, almost as if he suspects you of some grievous felony.
"My name is Dom. I don't need the honorifics. Anyway, about a week before you arrived at the University, we received a letter from an anonymous source. I think it would be best if you read it yourself."Head up the stairs to the classrooms and see if either of the morning teachers happen to be there.
You find the office of
ARMSTRONG, ZIGFRIED. Two professors in one office? Or maybe that's his full name.
The door's creaked open. With no prompt, you hear an invitation in a thick local accent:
"Gut morning! Come in!"Inside, you note the professor sitting at his desk with a stack of paperwork, flanked by bookcases covering the side walls of the office. The office is surprisingly long, and that means a surprising amount of books for a department supposedly specializing in book-destroying fire. You can see drapes in the back as if there were a window, but there is none. The office curves like an 'L' to the left, and you think you see a royal-styled bed just around the corner.
"I was just finishing tomorrow's paperwork. Today I've got to stay up to deal with all the late freshmen. But you, madame, have arrived on schedule, for which I am quite grateful."He aligns the stack and sets it off to the side.
"So, are you here to talk about classes? Here at the Fire department we offer additional timeslots past the usual Morning Afternoon hours, just for your information. I'll be teaching classes in the morning, but if you find that a minor class doesn't fit your schedule..." He stutters for a bit.
"If Fire is your major, that is... if you've already had this talk at your other department..."Odd collection of words. Oh well, guess they don't serve a purpose for now. Ah, right! The book about spell casting. Why does it seem relevant to the situation? Eh, no matter.
Read the book in my hands about spell casting.
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