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[leejieun-ia]

a moment of weakness

28. My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk

Misfortune seemed to attack her at the absolute worst times. How she had managed to take a tumble down the steps while heading to the archery range she would never understand especially considering she hadn’t thought to use her wings to try and catch herself. It probably didn’t help that there had been little to no light this late in the night but still she hardly had expected to injure herself before her work out. Huddled on the ground with one hand clutching the throbbing limb she bit her lip until she could taste blood as she struggled to stand. When the presence of someone appeared behind her the angels hand slid for her knife as she glanced over her shoulder relaxing as she made out the features of the vampire. “Ah Manato...could I ask a favor?” 

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[nvh-ia-blog]

“Manato, don’t break our deal. I have a practicum to pass. Don’t let me down now.”

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[momoa-ia-blog]

Manato had stopped in his tracks when he entered the Battle Tactics classroom and his eyes fell on a new teacher and creature as well. He had never smell his scent before and it somehow reminded him of his human days. "Oh, Hello. You must be the new teacher. Welcome to the academy." He greeted bowing his head lightly.

Jason’s shoulders relaxed a fraction of an inch when he took in the boy's physique. At least one of his students seemed to stand a fighting chance in a battle. “Thank you.” He bowed his head in return. “What topic did you last learn from your old professor?” Now that he had an actual student in his midst he could finally get some answers. When he arrived, the classroom had been bare except for a pathetically worn copy of ‘The Art of War’ tossed on top of a bookshelf giving him no indication what the students had or had not learned. 

[thunder-ia]

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“rough touch”

Quickly burrying his face in the other student's neck, the vampire breathed in his scent. "Mmm, fallen..." He groaned as his hands tightened on the other’s clothes to keep him in place. He hadn't fed in a while and the blood was calling to him.

Thunder gasped turning his face away from the male who had trapped him out of instinct unintentionally revealing more of his neck in the process. ‘Fuck,’ he mentally panicked when the other groaned from his scent. He would have been much calmer if he had just tried to kick his ass, but Thunder was under the impression he had something much worse in mind.  “Impressive. Most people usually don’t guess it right on the first try,” he chuckled nervously bringing his hands up to the males shoulders to try to push him away as casually as possible while fighting back his panic. “I don’t think we’ve met; I’m Thunder,” he shakily introduced trying to distract the other from his neck.

[thunder-ia]

rough touch

11. Your muse slams my muse against a wall hard.

Thunder gasped desperately trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him as he collided with the wall. He felt like he had been hit by a truck, not by some student. “What was that for?” He groaned blinking his eyes to try to focus his blurry vision on the person who had just slammed him into the wall. His confusion only intensified when his eyes finally focused to reveal an unfamiliar face.

[vitale-ia-blog]

"Welcome to the academy professor." He greets with a tiny bow of his head as he sees the new faculty member emter academy grounds. "What will you be teaching?"

“Hey now, that was quick. I literally just got here,” he couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious of the others greeting, but it wouldn’t do to air those suspicions. It would only do to smile. “I’m going to be teaching, or coaching soccer. Though I don’t see why it’s a class. Since anyone should be allowed to play.” He gave a light shrug and then held out his hand for the other, “Vitale Pellegrino. Will you be taking my class?”

[haruma-ia-blog]

"Welcome to the academy librarian." He greets with a small bow of his head when he notices a new face behind the library counter.

With a hum of consideration the reaper returned the bow with a light caress of his own sleeve his arm holding the libraries records against his chest. “Thank you it’s a privilege to be in this establishment”. His head tilting to one side he scanned the male and soon tapped his fingers against the desk curiosity evident. “May I be of assistance in any way?”.

[freddy-ia]

"Oh! Welcome to the academy professor." He greets the new teacher with a small bow if his head, as he enters his Criminology class and notices the new face in the place of the old teacher.

“Thank you, take a seat and we’ll get started soon. I’m positive you’ll find my class much more interesting than the way the old professor taught” he gestures to the tables in the room, rearranged to form a circle so that all desks faced inwards, a transparent whiteboard sitting in the centre ready for the criminology lessons to begin once the other students arrived.

“I’ll mark you off on roll call, what is your name?” he asks picking up the clipboard with the students names on it and walking to the centre of the room with a whir.click.thunk of his prosthetic leg.