professor melchor

42 | sorcerer | professor | battle magics member of the institute rp group

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List your three favorite things about yourself!

              “Ah.. Off the top of my head, perhaps my legs, tattoos, and facial hair..?”

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              Professor Stephen Melchor’s outfit for the Spring Formal.

Attending with: No one.

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Favorite song at the moment?

              “Truthfully, Girlfriend by Anderson East. I’m a fan of the clapping noises, and the jazz-esque tone of the horns. The rasp of East’s voice is nice in compliment to those, and it works well..”

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banbryce:

     Benjie flinched away on instinct when this strange person came over to him. He didn’t recognize him and his guard was up even if moving hurt. He clutched around his ribs, breathes coming in heavy pants.

“Benjie..” He wheezed as he straightened. He pressed his palm against the door, using it to steady himself. His legs were shaking and Gods everything hurt.

The Jackdaw cawed loudly at the stranger, shrieking at him before he took off and flew down the corridor.

“Pro.. professor of Divination.” He steadied himself for a few brief moments before he reached out and delicately clasped his fingers around the offered arm.

“I’ll… I’ll be fine.” Benjie said. “Just.. just need to catch my breath and I’ll be out your hair.” The last thing he wanted to do was get someone else in trouble by being kind to him. That was what got Benjie in this situation after all.

              The fact that this man had a.. crow? Raven? Some sort of bird caw at him, this man was a bit more interesting than originally anticipated. Divination? Well, that’d do it, then. 

Wordlessly he steadied the other man’s weight against his own, being careful not to touch him more than necessary, unsure of where else he would be burned or cut or anything or the sort. 

It appeared that this brutal mutilation was more than what let on, and with a soft, “Come, you are not a bother unless you refuse.” 

Stephen paused, taking a moment to use his magics just a touch. He wanted to look into his injuries a little more, his blue eye glowing just a touch as he truly began to realize the severity of this man--- Benjie’s, injuries.

“You need help, unless you want me to haul you over to medical, I’m taking you to get fixed up in my classroom.”

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keynvor:

     Tenanye was surprised when she felt a jacket drape over her shoulders, but she was grateful. She didn’t really mind the cold—having grown up by the coast of England—but still sometimes her fashion choices did cause the occasional shiver.

She walked along in silence, clutching the sides of his jacket lightly with her fingertips until they reached the suites. She glanced around, having never seen this part of the Institute yet.

And then Stephen let them both into his suite and she walked in a few steps, glancing around the room with a fond sort of expression.

“I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s very homely.” She said softly, also preferring a more rustic décor than the modern design of the suite.

She removed his jacket from her shoulders and held it out for him.

“Tea would be lovely, thank you. An English blend if you have one.”

              Taking his jacket silently, the Professor gave a small smile mostly to himself while putting his jacket on the hat rack next to the door. 

With this he’d undo the first top two buttons of his shirt, allowing himself a bit of relaxation in his home. 

At her request he’d move towards the kitchen, using magics in place of his hands to put together two cups of tea for them. 

While waiting, he leaned his hip up against his counter, stifling a yawn behind his hand. 

“It was too.. modern, for me. It felt so sterile, in a way that it’s hard for me to explain. Having magic perks, it was quite easy to move my furniture from New York City, to the Institute.”

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nataliemercer:

Magical beings were… one of the species that gave her pause more often here. Most of the witches and wizards she had met here were not too bad. But then there was the circle of the witches who cast spells all the time to fuck with them. And honestly, Natalie suspected that some people who belonged to those ranks were ones who just walked around here posing as students or whatever. So, she regarded him with suspicion after he showed his powers. “I didn’t know the binding was that bad. And, I really wanted to come outside.” It was better than trying to lay on her cot and not let her many bruises and injuries bother her there. “Natalie Mercer.” She replied, still regarding him as she pushed herself up to a sitting position, wincing and groaning slightly. “What do you teach, Stephen Melchor?” 

              Stephen nodded, sympathizing with her plight of shoddy book bindings. Over the years he had learned how to fix such an issue, but before he learned, it was agonizingly slow to read a book so fragile. Her question was met with a small, yet kind smile. He was.. concerned, with how she appeared to be injured to the point where simple movement was painful. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natalie. I teach Battle Magics, I myself am.. proficient, in this field. So, seeing that nobody was already teaching it, I was relieved upon applying. However.. The Institute is a lot more different, than I was originally anticipating.”

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#mood

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nataliemercer:

The copy of the book she had was falling apart. Quite a few pages were holding on by the smallest seam, and a few were even completely loose. Like the page that was caught by the wind and flew away. But, that was what had compelled her to pick it up from the used book store where she saw it on campus. It showed just how many people had handled it and enjoyed the contents, to see it worn that much. The sudden lunge for the page caused a cascading wave of pain to wash over her body. She froze, moaning in pain before she finally caught sight of the man. He stopped it… without touching it. He had to be a magical being of some kind. So when he offered it back to her, she eyed him and the page and slowly reached for it. “Yeah… it’s mine.” 

              Wordlessly he handed the pages back to the woman before him, returning her property to her without much reaction. At her thinly veiled.. suspicion? Stephen gave a soft smile, attempting to ease her worries of him. “I’d recommend reading that particular book out of the wind, miss.” He raised an eyebrow, though his expression showed nothing save a touch of amusement. “Ah-- Where are my manners. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m a new Professor here -- Stephen Melchor, I only arrived earlier today.”

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riggedmercy:

“What, you can do magic with a flick of your wrist and you didn’t think some of us managed to sort out how t’ skirt death?” Mercy joked with a laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I’m a reaper, Mate, ancient and quick to chatter with the dead comes with the territory.” His own species didn’t seem to be a stopping point, the man shrugging it off as if he had merely informed the other man of the weather outside. “As for the medium services, I only opened my shop here recently, and after the events of the past week, I’m the only medium on staff for a while.”

He sighed after a moment, Gargoyle grumbling by his feet. He’d insisted that Benjie take time off work to heal up, but that had doubled the chances of him having to take every seance appoint himself. “What it involves is simple enough, I step back across the veil and make a plea with whichever afterlife the spirit someone is seeking resides in to permit me to pull them across to the land of the living again for a short time, it only involves a small amount of blood and all of it’s mine.” A pause to shrug, cracking his fingers slightly. “It’s different for Benjie, of course, but he’s a witch, I’m a reaper, methods would obviously vary.”

              Stephen.. wasn’t quite sure what to think, at this new-found information. The fact that this.. person, in front of him, was a Reaper was something he was absolutely never going to guess, on his own. The casualty of his words caused furrowed brows, confusion evident on his expression --- it was just.. nothing special, to speak of his being a Reaper who uses his own blood to speak to the dead? Shaking his head Stephen smoothed his expression back to normal, though he did look marginally amused by today’s revelations. 

“That’s.. unique, though I’m unsure if it’s entirely something that I was expecting. However, I did ask.” He gave a small smile, attempting to lift his own slight concern. “Do you get many.. customers, with your medium service? And you say that you use blood to call the spirits? Pardon all of my questions, I’ve.. not quite heard of this, before. I may be a magic user, though I’ve.. strayed, far from the magical world, so to speak.”

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An Apology || Raul & Stephen

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rauldantedrago:

Raul really was piss poor at figuring out how to apologize to people.

That whole night had been a mess, and Raul felt horrible about the whole exchange. He’d acted like a child, he knew that, and he was surprised that people were still talking to him. Really, he’d taken too many painkillers and his mind had drifted away with him. Damn his fucking back for sending him down that rabbit hole. He’d already apologized to the people who had stuck with him, and now he had someone else to apologize to. Someone who barely knew him at all.

Now with a takeout container in hand, Raul rapped his fist against the door and waited for the professor to answer. He hoped the man was in and that the student he had asked hadn’t been lying about it, but Raul supposed he would be finding out soon enough.

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              The knock upon his suite door caused the sorcerer to stir from a light nap, eyes tired as he was still reeling from the night before’s activities. He wasn’t a young anymore in his eyes, and yet here he was --- hungover, and paying for it over the weekend, when he should be preparing for his classes to start the next Monday. With a soft grunt he stood, bare feet padding over towards the door, magics being used to open it.

Quirking an eyebrow Stephen wasn’t quite sure what to think upon seeing Raul with.. take out? Crossing his arms the Professor leaned a hip against his doorway, studying the student as he considered whether or not this was actually an attempt at apologizing.

“Raul --- I suppose you’re feeling more like yourself, now?”

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Describe what home smells like.

              “Home smells of vanilla, perhaps.. a touch of sandalwood.”

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What is your worst fear?

              “Complete loss of control.”

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keynvor:

      Tenanye gave a world weary sigh and reached out, grazing her fingers against Stephen’s thigh softly.

“On the contrary the only reason I’m still allowed to sit here is because I’m in your presence, the presence of a master or a professor. We’re only allowed one hour outside and I think mine was up at least an hour ago. I’m not really keeping track” She cracked that same wry smile again and left her hand in his lap—an innocent enough gesture.

“You’re welcome to ask as many questions as your heart desires.” She tacked on as an afterthought. “I will answer them to the best of my ability, or I wont. It’s simple really. What you see is what you get with me—In every sense of the word these days.” There was no glamour to hide her features and obscure a Fae’s natural beauty.

“ Besides, there are other ways to touch me that are far more interesting than raising a hand to me, don’t you think, hm Stephen?”

              At her hand grazing against his thigh Stephen frowned, confusion etching into his features at her sudden change of behavior. Students are only allowed one hour outside? That much made him scoff in disbelief, shaking his head lightly as he listened. He.. appreciated her honesty, she was likely one of the only people that would tell it to him straight without question.

At her final words Stephen’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, staring at Anye with surprise coloring his features. Well --- that was a certain turn of events, now wasn’t it?

“I’m sure there are, though I would do no such thing unless that is what you wanted. I’m not about to touch you after meeting you an hour ago, however.” The more he talked the more amusement was in his tone, finding himself genuinely.. amused, truly. 

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Describe your perfect partner.

              “Someone who knows right from wrong -- who isn’t afraid to stand for the just and doesn’t lay over on their back in the face of injustice.”

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              The walk back from the lounge was a cold one --- leaving the sorcerer glad that he had his jacket with him. However.. looking over at Anye, he could see that likely the flimsy dress that she wore was not doing such an adequate job. He was wearing long sleeves beneath the jacket --- so he’d be fine without it.

Wordlessly he removed his jacket, placing it over her shoulders carefully before simply continuing to walk back to his suite. It was.. a curious turn of events, having Anye come back to his suite with him, however. The walk was a short enough one, the sorcerer fetching his keys from his pocket and using light magics to unlock the door without the use of his hands, for obvious reasons. 

Inside his suite was still being redecorated by himself, though as opposed to the modern and sleek look it was originally, it was now.. rustic, older books littering every surface with other artifacts of equivalent age. 

“This would be it, then. Did you want some tea?”

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keynvor:

      “Do as you will.” Tenanye said plainly. “I am not your keeper and neither are you mine, I don’t expect you to listen to me as much as I will not listen to you, but only one of those is a punishable offense.” Her lips tugged upwards into a wry smile, that same hint of mischievous nature glinting in her gaze.

“And besides I do not worry about anything. Why should I waste my time fretting over things outside of my control? I am the one thing in life I can control and I’m certainly not worried about my own actions. People are cruel, I will suffer for that. There’s nothing I can do about it—but I will not go quietly into the night like some simpering lady hiding behind her skirts.”

A light breeze ruffled her dress, blowing a few stray petals that had fallen into her lap while she was making her flower crown.

“Should you chose to not be so nice you will still find me as amicable as I am being now but-” Her eyes flashed darkly, like the distant rumbling of a thunderstorm. “Should you decide to raise a hand to me however, I will bring a wrath down upon your family tree for your stupidity. I have seen family lines worn down to dust and blood and ink on a page and I will outlast them. I will outlast even you. That’s a long time for revenge.”

              Stephen’s eyes widened marginally at her words --- having not expected them, though it was clear that his sentiments were misinterpreted. However, he nodded, an indication that he understood her and would adhere to her wishes. With a soft sigh Stephen merely ran a hand over his face, considering his words more carefully this time as to not upset her further.

“I did not mean to indicate that I would be abusive, or rude to you. I won’t touch you, that much I give you my word on.” He cleared he throat, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Obviously she was much older than he originally assumed given her appearance, though he wasn’t.. quite sure, about the specific number.

“I did not mean to imply your worrying over me, Tenanye, I.. misspoke.” He cleared his throat, wrinkling his nose. “I only meant that I won’t.. hurt you, I suppose, though I will not be as.. curious? I’ll still be polite, obviously, I’m not some ass who’ll---” He’s rambling, and because of this he cut himself off.

With a quiet cough he stopped, murmuring, “I should probably go, hm? I’ve wasted enough of your time.”