Claw Tivolli

"Twenty seven years old, I prefer teaching English but I guess if you really want I can show a bit in the field. Anything else just ask, preferably not me."

[agentvi-rosenberg]

Another Day, Another Dollar }} Vi & Claw

[temperamental-tivolli]

agentvi-rosenberg:

“Hey, Claw!” ·Vi didn’t even bother knocking as she waltzed into Claw’s office; the click of her heels echoing through the hall was enough of an announcement. ·“Have you gotten that file for the new student yet? ·Some shmendrik keeps fucking up my mail.“

A low grumble rose as Claw’s eyes drifted from the pen he idly fiddled in his hands, and landed on his fellow agent who was more than content just waltzing into his office. Still he mustered a dry smile that pried at his lips as she spoke, resisting the ever apparent urge to simply ignore her until she was no longer there. However he didn’t quite answer her, instead the man reached into his top draw and scattered a pile of unopened letters across his desk.·“It may be in there.”

[novuswaynealghul-blog]

Damian furrowed his brow and eyed the teacher warily. “Uh… Sure, why not..” He hesitated slightly and watched Mr. Tivolli’s expression as he moved toward the desk. “Okay?” This was odd to him, why couldn’t the man just let him go back to his room and pretend to sleep? 

[temperamental-tivolli]

“Top draw, left hand side you will find yourself a pile of papers.” As the professor stood there his hand gestured to the desk where he wished Damian to reach towards, while he placed his spare hand in his pocket. “If you do not have much more efficient time to be spending your night you shall help me grade these papers while I write the lesson plan.”

[batoutoftime-blog]

Terry looked up from his spot over the teacher’s desk. “man i really miss having the old man watching my back.” he muttered to himself. “ Me? What about you? Don’t you have better things to do than paperwork past midnight?” 

Honestly  he hadn’t been doing anything too bad, just searching for books to help blend into the current time. Terry didn’t want to put himself on the line with slang like schway, so the english/lit room seemed like the best place to start.

[temperamental-tivolli]

“We live in a wonderful society Mr McGinnis where paperwork past midnight is one of the most exhilarating experiences in my daily routine, I just live for it.” The professor didn’t have a sarcastic tone to his words, however they didn’t exactly sound too sincere either. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have much tone to his voice at this particular moment, all the same it didn’t stop him from continuing his path to the desk.

There wasn’t much the student would have been able to be doing in the classroom, besides reading over lesson plans and worse case scenario finding himself into the scotch in the cabinet. “I suppose that means you do not have better things to do with your night than lurk in the english room past midnight? There are many more exciting places in the academy.”

[julietteevangeline]

“I didn’t think I would be handling it.” She replied, giving a small huff before she leant against his desk, pulling up the zip on her boot that had slipped down on the walk. “It’s fine, I don’t sleep much, not that any of us do.” Giving a small smile Peggy moved away from his desk as Claw approached it, her resting expression falling into its natural place.

“I would love one, what are you offering?” She replied, cocking an eyebrow at Claw.

[temperamental-tivolli]

She was right, barley anyone in the academy was able to have a restful night’s sleep. It was incredible the hours that Claw would be walking around in and still find students out of their beds, and depending on his night often depended in the way they were treated. Just one of the many things everyone had in common, one of the many things that so many would be quick to deny. “Often I wonder why, most things are in the past yet here everyone is. Sleepless.”

There was an emotionless tone to his voice as he reached his desk, opening the right hand cupboard, his hands resting on the neck of a half filled bottle. “Only the finest Miss Carter, placing it on the desk along with two glasses he poured the scotch. “I do not have any ice.”

[julietteevangeline]

It was late when Peggy finished her paperwork, something that angered her immensely, she had gotten out of paperwork by creating S.H.I.E.L.D and yet here she was yet again doing paperwork. Marching into Agent Tivolli’s, or Agent Claw as he was known, office, she placed the files onto his desk, not realising that she had left the door open. 

The voice startled her, her mind flashing back to the war and within a second she had spun around, her gun loaded, in her hands and pointed at Claw’s head. It was at this point however she realised she was safe and lowered it to the floor before tucking it back into the band of her skirt. “Returning paperwork.”

[temperamental-tivolli]

He couldn’t help but grin as the gun was pulled into the air, and within second he found himself looking down the barrel from across the room. There wasn’t much he did besides standing still, a single eyebrow quirked in amusement. "I did not know that was something you often handled,” There was a nod to Claw’s head she lowered the weapon. “I suppose I shall thank you, especially as you have been awake for the most of the night.”

Making his way across the classroom once again the amusement soon faded right back into his stone cold features, his hands idly sliding across the top of each desk he passed in the process. “You must be exhausted Miss, do you care for a drink?”

[dailyjosephgordonlevitt]

[novuswaynealghul-blog]

“Fine. I was bored, curious, and your classroom door was unlocked. You should think about keeping it locked.” Damian smiled at the teacher and shuffled closer to the door. “So yeah.. Thanks for the tip, I’ve been meaning to brush up on my acting skills and uh.. I’ll just be going back to bed?” He grinned. “And I mean, it’s not like there’s actually anything important in here, you can’t cheat at English class, pff.. Even if you could though I wouldn’t need to..” He mumbled the last part and raised a brow at the teacher. 

[temperamental-tivolli]

As Damian continued to talk, the man standing there couldn’t help but run back his afternoon, sure that he had locked the door. Yet his thought process was interrupted with his question left his lips, and a laugh bubbled to his own. However he allowed him to finish. “That just means you must be more creative Mr. Al Ghul, and you must be looking in all the wrong places. But all the same you may not go to bed yet, do me a favour and go back to the desk.”

[temperamental-tivolli]

✧✧✧

Sate one thing my muse likes

  ✧    Time with his fellow agent, Zoe Pelsky.  ✧    When others address him by Claw or Professor Claw rather than Agent Tivolli  ✧    While he is a man of acquired tastes, he quite enjoy musical theatre.

[temperamental-tivolli]

✦✦

Sate one thing my muse likes

  ✦    Claw, as much grumble and debate that it put into it, actually enjoys field work.  ✦    Nothing can sound as wonderful to the man’s ears as the words ‘snow day’.

[temperamental-tivolli]

✦ (x3 because wade and bane are also curious)

Sate one thing my muse likes

  ✦    Scotch twice his own age.  ✦    Big band classical music, they’re just constantly playing at his house      when ever you walk in. It’s like you’re in a scene from Hannibal.  ✦    He’s not quite sure what it is, but daisies always seemed really nice.

[rp-memes-cafe]

For every "✦" I get, I will state one thing my muse likes.

For every “✧” I get, I will state one thing my muse dislikes!

[temperamental-tivolli]

@shiva-become-death

“How complicated these morals make your life.”

[imnotfreakingrobinhood]

Ollie nearly fell out of the seat when he heard a voice. A groan escaped his throat when he saw that it was none other than Claw standing in the doorway, no doubt upset that the billionaire had helped himself to his classroom. Still, Oliver didn’t bother to take his feet off the desk as his eyes went back to the book in his lap. 

“I just needed somewhere quiet to work on this crossword book I found.” He stared at the paper for a second. “Ya know a six letter word for ‘shake’?”

[temperamental-tivolli]

There wasn’t a moment where the professor stopped at the door, instead he just continued to walk through the room, past the desks that were ordered to neatly. If it wasn’t so dark someone might have noticed the amusement across the man’s face at the resemblance between Oliver and Deux. But then again crosswords were just no fun when someone wanted you to answer them.

“Quiver, shiver, rattle.” He listed all the same finally reaching the desk the student sat in, his desk. Nothing was said about the matter, instead Claw just found himself sitting on the desk looking down to the student. “I do not doubt that at this hour just about any room in the school would be quiet.”

[novuswaynealghul-blog]

Nighttime here at the academy was always so bleak, Damian had spent some time in the danger room and now found himself wandering hallways. Out of curiosity he would check what doors were locked. He found himself in the classroom of one Mr. Tivolli? Did he have this guy as a teacher? As he sifted through papers on the desk he realized, of course, it’s an English class why wouldn’t he have this guy as a teacher. 

Boring.. This classroom was simply boring to Damian. As he closed a drawer he heard a voice and his muscles tensed. He looked up pretending to be dazed. 

“Wh… Where am I?” He faked a yawn. “I must have been sleepwalking again…” His face became concerned as he moved from behind the desk and shuffled his feet toward the door. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll try not to let it happen again.” 

[temperamental-tivolli]

The professor’s face had managed to rest back to it’s natural suspicion by the time the student had turned around, their of expression dazed yet their body tense. “Have you seen someone woken from sleepwalking before?”  Even though it was a question he asked there wasn’t much room left for an answer before he began speaking once again. 

“I doubt that one would have been woken my the sound of my voice,” Continuing to walk through the particularly ordered desks in the room, Claw continued to close the distance between the two of them while Damian tried to close the distance between himself and the door.  “And while your daze is rather impressive Mr. Al Ghul, you must work on your initial reaction. If i did happen to wake you with a question, not many sleep walkers I know of would simply tense. So this brings me back, do you desire to change your answer?”

[temperamental-tivolli]

@jamie-theonemanarmy

"How do I explain that it's happened to me before! A dupe, right on the edge... and I take him... it's like dying myself, like... like my soul's being torn in half. I don't absorb the wound... but the trauma of what he feels...felt...it's... I just can't."

[temperamental-tivolli]

It was peaceful at night, quite possibly one of Claw’s favourite hours to be wandering the halls of the Academy. Not that he wouldn’t have preferred to be back in the comfort of his own home, which he would have delighted in. However much to his dismay the professor found himself forgetting tomorrow’s class planner in his common classroom. 

Despite the hour of evening, the man was just as every other hour, dressed in one of his many three pieced suits and matching Italian leather shoes that left the slightest of echoes with each step. Walking in to find the doors already open left the most curious of expressions across his face, let alone when he found the silhouette hovering over his desk. Taking a moment to clear his throat before speaking, his words were simple enough. “And what might you be doing at this hour?”

[temperamental-tivolli]

“I would offer you some clothes of my own, however as I am only carrying one pair of pants on me at this moment all I have is a jacket to spare. This jacket however is worth quite a price more than your dignity would ever be, and so I must revoke my previous offer.”