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benthic_university This week’s trouble didn’t begin until after entering the classroom. But even as students approached the domed room, a sudden and striking sight at the precipice inspired the requisite amount of natural foreboding. 
A blazing sigil upon your usual classroom door. To look upon it was to know that things was wrong now. But who could say what? Who could put a digit on a crisis? Not you. But a factor in your vicinity was offputtingly odd.
Your classroom had a normal look about it. But why such hush from surrounding pupils? You could still talk aloud, right? But not without difficulty. Your instructor stood avant, gripping podium with both claws.
“You saw our door?” Angry words through tight lips and flashing fangs. “A Law is now functioning in our classroom.”
Chalk in hand, a diagram was drawn on this board.
“A, B, C, D,” your instructor’s hand shook, and a fifth symbol was nothing but a scrawl.
With a hiss, chalk hit floor. “It is taboo! An awful prohibition upon our writing and talking!” Palms hit podium. “STILL, CLASS WILL CARRY ONWARD.”
“At your stations, you will all find small vials and a writing tool. This is violant ink.” A sigh of comfort: two words vital to this class’s curriculum also would carry on.
“Violant is a shortcut to notability. It’s a flashy trick, though a formal artisan should work grandly without it. Think on italics, or bold fonts. Should all words show as bold, this would simply harm its impact.”
“Thus: you will try this ink. Your vials may only hold a small amount. Limit your utility. Thin it down as you dip it. Scratch most words in a dissimilar ink. Vary your trials.” Going for that front door, your instructor brought additional round optics atop long sinus. “But look out: Too much violant will burn into your mind, dwindling down to only a brain which cannot think of anything but that information. No risk of smoky conflagration if scripting in good ol’ British! But do NOT mind-sully your copains, s’il vous plaît.”
Ah. Whipping out that trusty gaulois. This door difficulty was holding your instructor’s focus. As pupils try out violant ink, difficult work occurs on that door. It is a tricky sigil, and two hours pass in mum workmanship. It burns away additional nib-work, and hands too if both approach too nigh.
Occasionally, soft complaining would waft across your classroom. All originating from your instructor.
"Soon. I will again lay hands onto that odious myotis…that nyctophilic cr- monst-“ Hissing turns to snarling- “that THING! It will gift a thousand sorry-s by that hour of my talion!”
Many not so softly.
Toward conclusion of your class, this placid air cracks in an…
…explosion.
Embers, enormous eruptions ejecting erratically. Exhaust evaporates, Ex-Disgraced Educator’s eyebrows elevated; exasperated expression evolving exceptional enmity.
Utterly enraged, The Ex-Disgraced Academic shrieked: "The Eejit Aerofauna implanted three fail-safes?! Ever extremely excessive! The excess, indeed, the overplenitude regarding appending MORE instances re: the frequent-est English letter! The miscreant!”
Forearms flexing beneath tattered sleeves, they grabbed the singed door, wrenching leftward. There the starkest splintering, then the entire panel ripped free.
They chucked the porte twenty feet outside, then stomped behind it.
“SESSION ADJOURNED!” They yelled, departing.
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 04:51 pm (UTC)It was more an offer to provide the information than it was a genuine question.
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 05:09 pm (UTC)"Did you sustain injury? Or my vision plays a trick? "
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 05:19 pm (UTC)Maintaining the mask was difficult with uncooperative speech and the pain in their leg, but Mori found little need to mask for the Tailor, merely to ease worries.
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 05:47 pm (UTC)"It was... hm. I did not lay down at night consist--oh, this is irritating." This last bit a hiss, and moving forward. "You catch my drift. I'm alright. Just want to work on thinking and drafting for class."
Said with slow thought, knowing dismissal might occur, your Tailor asks, "You find luck with your own?"
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 06:28 pm (UTC)His heel stamped a few times under the desk, fuming. "Vocabulary avoids I as if I had a dis- plagu- sick! Damn words! Damn talking! And damn any Law of Man! Communication dost assail and attack and I its painful victim!" His head fell to the desk, hands raking and tugging through his hair in a vain attempt at calming. "My sorrys to you, Tailor... It has- It was a long six days..."
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 06:46 pm (UTC)"My... Maury. Your frustration is warrant--understood. Put it from your mind for now. I know what I do is not similar in any way to your own goals, but... following class in the coming days... a discussion? Just us? If only to look for framing your task through--oh, this is hard!" A minor outburst and a small scowl. To talk so slowly!
Again. Try again.
"If only a distraction. To look again without irritation."
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 07:06 pm (UTC)A writer throws in the proverbial towel, and the Tailor flipped briefly through the little book for their friend, displaying the sigils mixed and reshaped alongside other shapes that weren't quite Correspondence. "I was not wanting for imagination. Class will only assist. As I said. I was busy."
The bags under their eyes from last week had indeed grown a little heavier, but their spirits were no less dim.
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 07:47 pm (UTC)Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 08:05 pm (UTC)They'd been poring over the drafts they had access to, and when those made their eyes cross they'd looked even back to costumes, as from the show the lot had seen on the prior weekend. This was their work, who would sleep when they were so compelled?
"I can't stop, with so much riding on this. It is...so significant to what I always want. Stopping cannot halt my visions, I think," they said, thinking on their nightmares. "Fabric and mirrors follow. Why not push as far as I can go?"
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 08:42 pm (UTC)"Sit. I'll talk with you again soon. Alright?" It was a gentle dismissal; by the grinding of their instructor's molars, class would be starting momentarily.
Re: Prior to Class
Date: 2025-07-08 08:58 pm (UTC)Separated from the Tailor, Mori took the few spare moments they had left to straighten up the desk space and prepare the notes for the lecture. The Academic was all at once terrifying and wonderous in their fury and they certainly didn't need to know the Socialite was watching intently.