Magical Teacher Professor Landry! - Episode 2: In Polite Company

Teal Mage · 12-14-2010, 02:22 AM

Amaranth Campus: 3:58 PM - The Field of Honor.

Bright red high heeled shoes clicked on smooth grey stone, as Rebecca Landry ascended the final stair to the Field of Honor's peak. Nearly twice the size of most gymnasiums, the vegetation dotted platform stretched before her. Winding paths of cleared ground flowed from her position, weaving themselves like rivers of stone between patches of carefully manicured grass and brightly colored flowers. At the far corners of the Field, cube shaped boxes of marble stone rose to waist level. From each of them, oaks towered, each easily adding another two stories to the Field itself. Ferns grew wildly around the trees' bases, spilling over the edges of each of the planters to hang limply in the weak afternoon breeze.

Sitting on the edge of one of those boxes was one Adeline Fletcher. A blue summer dress clad to her athletically slim frame, the wispy skirt stopping just short of her knees. A black leather belt was cinched tight around the girl's waist, studded with leather loops. From one loop, a wooden practice sword hung low - the blade at least as long as the girl's forearm - while the other leather rings hugged - what appeared to be - carved wooden arrow heads. The girl's hazel eyes tracked Professor Landry as the woman followed one of the stone paths toward the cleared ring in the Field's center.

Waiting for her was Professor Shuyin.

Still dressed in his customary white suit, the effeminate man's long azure hair had been left free flowing; the weak afternoon wind played its ends. Like Adeline, the man's gleaming golden eyes were fixed on Professor Landry, but unlike the girl's, his expression was grim. Held between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand was a closed folding fan.

Standing a few paces away, on one of the patches of grass bordering the cleared circle, was the lithe form of Hannah Iruimi - with a slight difference. Gone were the girl's designer clothes and high heels, instead, she stood barefoot on the grass. White bandages were wrapped tightly around her chest, waist, ankles, wrists and fists, and her blond hair was tied back into a severe bun. Despite being thin enough that it appeared a strong gust of wind could blow her away, the net effect made her seem more...substantial. A plain leather satchel hung off her waist, bulging with what happened to be wooden pegs. A long, slim, wooden pole rested loosely in one of the girl's hand. If not for the green vine-like necklace she wore, it would have been hard to recognize the girl.

Flanking her were the imposing, and dusty skinned, forms of her bodyguards. Each of the young men were bare-chested, revealing muscles and abs that seemed to have been chiselled from rock - their physics put even Kohana's to shame. Unlike their apparent employer, both youths had elected to wear sweat pants, though they too were barefoot. Like last night, both boys wore their sunglasses. They did not seem pleased.

To the ring's right, near the edge of the platform itself, a grey stone pedestal had been placed in the middle of another patch of grass. A brown haired woman, likely in her early thirties, sat on its edge; chin in her hand and arm resting on her thigh. She too watched Professor Landry's slow approach. Letting out a sigh, the woman stood, climbing to the top of the pedestal in a fluid motion.

Who was she?

On the Field's far side, near the stair case opposite the one Professor Landry had ascended, a large box-like construct of metal glinted. Like the brown haired woman's pedestal, it seemed to have been installed recently. A large keyboard extended from the device's side, and another woman - perhaps a few years younger than the mysterious brunette - stood before it. Sharp clicks rose, as her slim fingers furiously fell on the keys. A pale purple beret rested atop her short wheat-blond hair and a look of intense concentration decorated her face.

Standing nearby were two other students, though only Astrate would recognize them. It seemed Vanilla Strauss, wearing little more than a short skirt and a tube top to show off her fantastic body, and Gorgeous Bonholm, dressed far more tastefully than his companion in plain blue jeans and a white tee-shirt, would be party to this duel as well.

Strangely, there were no other students from Professor Shuyin's class.

3:59 PM

"As the Representative of Headmistress Sophia Amaranth!" Standing atop the cube-shaped pedestal, the brown haired woman's voice carried with surprising clarity and strength throughout the Field of Honor. "I, Selena Brooks, Club Directress of both the Gardening and Veterinary Club, do hereby sanction both the duel of Professor Rebecca Landry and Professor Alphonse Shuyin, and the duel of Jay Miles and Hannah Iriumi! Combatants, please approach your foes!"

"Shuyin, this will be our last duel!" Professor Landry pronounced, now standing in the ring on the opposite side of her bluenette rival. She swept an arm through the air before herself decisively. "With the support and love of my students, I can not lose!"

"Professor Landry." Shuyin's fan snapped open, the golden paper unfolding to its full length and obscuring the lower half of his face. "I assure you, I will not be defeated by you, or your delinquent students."

"My beloved students are not delinquents!" Landry fired back, black aura flaring around herself, "And I will prove it by using their unconditional love to beat the tar out of you!" With a flourish, Professor Landry withdrew a long silver pole from her labcoat's sleeve. She slammed the staff's tip onto the smooth cement of the field's floor - it was almost as tall as her. Her free hand snapped out. "Name your blatantly slanted competition!"

The fan snapped shut. "We shall duel," Like a cat, Shuyin's golden eye narrowed to slits, voice dropping to a sinister hiss. "through formal dance."

"That's your idea of a blatantly slanted competition!?" Professor Landry fell back a pace, expression incredulous. She dropped her bostaff to the pavement; the silvery pole releasing a high pitched ringing sound as it met the floor's surface. A low chuckle escaped her lips as she raised a delicate hand to her glasses. "Prepare yourself Shuyin," Her fingers tightly closed on the frames housing her corrective lenses, "for my true form!"

She flung her glasses away!

Adeline Fletcher let out a grunt of surprise, as the frames slammed into her chest. "Hey-" Her words of protest died in her mouth, as her eyes fell on Professor Landry.

Her jaw dropped.

Auburn hair streaming in a sudden wind, Rebecca Landry stood before Shuyin in a slim, sleeveless and strapless black dress. Slits ran up the sides, allowing the Professor full range of movement. Sharp black high heels now hugged her feet, glinting in the afternoon sunlight as she took a step forward, extending a pale hand to Shuyin in greeting. "I am Rebecca Landry," she offered, a coy smile on her lips, "Professor of Love and Fightiology."

Expression grim, Shuyin took the auburn haired woman's hand.

"And," the Professor continued, flowing closer to her rival, "I will beat your pretty face in."

Shuyin did not reply.

4:02 PM

"Jay!" Hannah shouted, storming forward along the ring of grass that surrounded the pair of Teachers. Neither had moved from their starting position; they seemed to be waiting for a signal of some sort to begin.

"You better be here!" Taking up a position at the end of the stone path Professor Landry had followed to reach the Field's center, Hannah slammed the butt of her wooden staff into the pavement - a move reminiscent of Professor Landry's own.

At her sides, Al and Zet took up defensive positions. They seemed to be trying to watch all the bystanders at once - as if they expected some kind of foul play.

"Get out here and name your two partners!" Hannah shouted again, shifting her staff so it was held in both hands, before herself. "We're going to do this the old fashioned way - this'll be a straight up fight! Our duel ends when both sides are defeated!"

That was strange.

4:03 PM

At the far side of the Field, a machine had been set up. Silver and box-like, the strange device nearly obscured the stairs behind it. A pale blue aura, visible only to those with knowledge of the supernatural, hung around the devices' edges. It seemed to grow with every keystroke of the short-haired blond operating it, though very slowly.

Whatever could it be?

Gorgeous and Vanilla stood nearby; they'd arrived before Astarte, but now seemed to be looking for her.

Or perhaps guarding the machine.

12-14-2010, 02:22 AM	#11
Teal Mage Political Studies Student Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Canada! Posts: 1,577	Amaranth Campus: 3:58 PM - The Field of Honor. Bright red high heeled shoes clicked on smooth grey stone, as Rebecca Landry ascended the final stair to the Field of Honor's peak. Nearly twice the size of most gymnasiums, the vegetation dotted platform stretched before her. Winding paths of cleared ground flowed from her position, weaving themselves like rivers of stone between patches of carefully manicured grass and brightly colored flowers. At the far corners of the Field, cube shaped boxes of marble stone rose to waist level. From each of them, oaks towered, each easily adding another two stories to the Field itself. Ferns grew wildly around the trees' bases, spilling over the edges of each of the planters to hang limply in the weak afternoon breeze. Sitting on the edge of one of those boxes was one Adeline Fletcher. A blue summer dress clad to her athletically slim frame, the wispy skirt stopping just short of her knees. A black leather belt was cinched tight around the girl's waist, studded with leather loops. From one loop, a wooden practice sword hung low - the blade at least as long as the girl's forearm - while the other leather rings hugged - what appeared to be - carved wooden arrow heads. The girl's hazel eyes tracked Professor Landry as the woman followed one of the stone paths toward the cleared ring in the Field's center. Waiting for her was Professor Shuyin. Still dressed in his customary white suit, the effeminate man's long azure hair had been left free flowing; the weak afternoon wind played its ends. Like Adeline, the man's gleaming golden eyes were fixed on Professor Landry, but unlike the girl's, his expression was grim. Held between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand was a closed folding fan. Standing a few paces away, on one of the patches of grass bordering the cleared circle, was the lithe form of Hannah Iruimi - with a slight difference. Gone were the girl's designer clothes and high heels, instead, she stood barefoot on the grass. White bandages were wrapped tightly around her chest, waist, ankles, wrists and fists, and her blond hair was tied back into a severe bun. Despite being thin enough that it appeared a strong gust of wind could blow her away, the net effect made her seem more...substantial. A plain leather satchel hung off her waist, bulging with what happened to be wooden pegs. A long, slim, wooden pole rested loosely in one of the girl's hand. If not for the green vine-like necklace she wore, it would have been hard to recognize the girl. Flanking her were the imposing, and dusty skinned, forms of her bodyguards. Each of the young men were bare-chested, revealing muscles and abs that seemed to have been chiselled from rock - their physics put even Kohana's to shame. Unlike their apparent employer, both youths had elected to wear sweat pants, though they too were barefoot. Like last night, both boys wore their sunglasses. They did not seem pleased. To the ring's right, near the edge of the platform itself, a grey stone pedestal had been placed in the middle of another patch of grass. A brown haired woman, likely in her early thirties, sat on its edge; chin in her hand and arm resting on her thigh. She too watched Professor Landry's slow approach. Letting out a sigh, the woman stood, climbing to the top of the pedestal in a fluid motion. Who was she? On the Field's far side, near the stair case opposite the one Professor Landry had ascended, a large box-like construct of metal glinted. Like the brown haired woman's pedestal, it seemed to have been installed recently. A large keyboard extended from the device's side, and another woman - perhaps a few years younger than the mysterious brunette - stood before it. Sharp clicks rose, as her slim fingers furiously fell on the keys. A pale purple beret rested atop her short wheat-blond hair and a look of intense concentration decorated her face. Standing nearby were two other students, though only Astrate would recognize them. It seemed Vanilla Strauss, wearing little more than a short skirt and a tube top to show off her fantastic body, and Gorgeous Bonholm, dressed far more tastefully than his companion in plain blue jeans and a white tee-shirt, would be party to this duel as well. Strangely, there were no other students from Professor Shuyin's class. 3:59 PM "As the Representative of Headmistress Sophia Amaranth!" Standing atop the cube-shaped pedestal, the brown haired woman's voice carried with surprising clarity and strength throughout the Field of Honor. "I, Selena Brooks, Club Directress of both the Gardening and Veterinary Club, do hereby sanction both the duel of Professor Rebecca Landry and Professor Alphonse Shuyin, and the duel of Jay Miles and Hannah Iriumi! Combatants, please approach your foes!" "Shuyin, this will be our last duel!" Professor Landry pronounced, now standing in the ring on the opposite side of her bluenette rival. She swept an arm through the air before herself decisively. "With the support and love of my students, I can not lose!" "Professor Landry." Shuyin's fan snapped open, the golden paper unfolding to its full length and obscuring the lower half of his face. "I assure you, I will not be defeated by you, or your delinquent students." "My beloved students are not delinquents!" Landry fired back, black aura flaring around herself, "And I will prove it by using their unconditional love to beat the tar out of you!" With a flourish, Professor Landry withdrew a long silver pole from her labcoat's sleeve. She slammed the staff's tip onto the smooth cement of the field's floor - it was almost as tall as her. Her free hand snapped out. "Name your blatantly slanted competition!" The fan snapped shut. "We shall duel," Like a cat, Shuyin's golden eye narrowed to slits, voice dropping to a sinister hiss. "through formal dance." "That's your idea of a blatantly slanted competition!?" Professor Landry fell back a pace, expression incredulous. She dropped her bostaff to the pavement; the silvery pole releasing a high pitched ringing sound as it met the floor's surface. A low chuckle escaped her lips as she raised a delicate hand to her glasses. "Prepare yourself Shuyin," Her fingers tightly closed on the frames housing her corrective lenses, "for my true form!" She flung her glasses away! Adeline Fletcher let out a grunt of surprise, as the frames slammed into her chest. "Hey-" Her words of protest died in her mouth, as her eyes fell on Professor Landry. Her jaw dropped. Auburn hair streaming in a sudden wind, Rebecca Landry stood before Shuyin in a slim, sleeveless and strapless black dress. Slits ran up the sides, allowing the Professor full range of movement. Sharp black high heels now hugged her feet, glinting in the afternoon sunlight as she took a step forward, extending a pale hand to Shuyin in greeting. "I am Rebecca Landry," she offered, a coy smile on her lips, "Professor of Love and Fightiology." Expression grim, Shuyin took the auburn haired woman's hand. "And," the Professor continued, flowing closer to her rival, "I will beat your pretty face in." Shuyin did not reply. 4:02 PM "Jay!" Hannah shouted, storming forward along the ring of grass that surrounded the pair of Teachers. Neither had moved from their starting position; they seemed to be waiting for a signal of some sort to begin. "You better be here!" Taking up a position at the end of the stone path Professor Landry had followed to reach the Field's center, Hannah slammed the butt of her wooden staff into the pavement - a move reminiscent of Professor Landry's own. At her sides, Al and Zet took up defensive positions. They seemed to be trying to watch all the bystanders at once - as if they expected some kind of foul play. "Get out here and name your two partners!" Hannah shouted again, shifting her staff so it was held in both hands, before herself. "We're going to do this the old fashioned way - this'll be a straight up fight! Our duel ends when both sides are defeated!" That was strange. 4:03 PM At the far side of the Field, a machine had been set up. Silver and box-like, the strange device nearly obscured the stairs behind it. A pale blue aura, visible only to those with knowledge of the supernatural, hung around the devices' edges. It seemed to grow with every keystroke of the short-haired blond operating it, though very slowly. Whatever could it be? Gorgeous and Vanilla stood nearby; they'd arrived before Astarte, but now seemed to be looking for her. Or perhaps guarding the machine. __________________ I'm always available to chat on AIM and Skype/MSN, so if you've like to speak further with me about anything I say, or just address something to me personally, feel free to add me. I welcome such conversations. Also obligatory signature! Last edited by Teal Mage; 12-14-2010 at 01:30 PM.