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Post by sirpheles on Feb 8, 2012 12:31:57 GMT -5
Whistling again. He always whistled if there was no entertainment. And there was certainly no entertainment. Mephisto had opted to leave his vibrantly pink umbrella behind as he would be underground. What's the point of an umbrella if there's no rain to ward off and no sky to fly in? So his batty little friend had been left behind for the day. Mephisto also was wearing his usual attire. Instead he wore that which he deemed his "formal" clothes; his standard polka dot neckerchief, a white coat, purple gloves, white dress pants, and no top hat. No, instead his curl of purple-blue hair was free to bounce in the open air in time with his steady strides.
His merry tune echoed down the halls, this... school was a grand place for acoustics. His hand reached into the neckline of his coat and pulled out a map, glancing at it before putting it away and knocking on the door before him. He was here on a mission. A mission to broaden the horizons of the minds of students. And so, here he was, about to attend a meeting with this "Falcon Academy's" principal. Of course, he would get the job, he had no doubt about that. However, he also desired to speak to the principal about starting a new after-school club. After all, what good would a crash course in magick be if there wasn't an extra class pinned onto it? And a crash course it would have to be; it takes years to master spells and rituals. Why, it had taken Mephisto quite a long while to conjure his umbrella, though he'd never admit it.
Over all, it had yet to seem like too bad of a school. Of course, he wasn't much fond of the color scheme. Mephisto was a fan of bright, cool colors. Pink, white, lime green, ocean blue. He would definitely have to do something about the classroom he would be assigned...
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Post by whoisslade on Feb 13, 2012 5:18:56 GMT -5
Slade...Principal Slade to be exact....a man with oh so many plans and the time to accomplish them all were already thought out to a a science. Everything was calculated, including unsavory things that my bother to get in the way. So it was safe enough to assume that all would go according to plan sooner or later. Whether individuals opted to get in the way or not, they were merely little numbers calculated into his formula for success. The students found him to be a little strange for their tastes. Not because of his personality, that they just seemed to agree on intimidating, especially with the way he composed his words. Yet, he still managed to be approachable all the same. Now...what is it that was strange about him, hm?
It was the fact that he wore a most fitting black and reddish orange suit for his held position in the school...with a mask on. All the time, there was a MASK upon his face, covering up all but one feature which was his sapphire blue eye. Did he just have one? No one knew, only he did and that was a trade secret that wouldn't go out so easily. Students have tried to remove that dreaded mask, but all have failed and lived the definition of punishment. Best thing is he was one hell of a great actor with a seamless disguise when he needed to be a bit more stealthy. Always taking the role of a staff member, he was a vigilant man with an agenda and needed to make sure these kids were properly educated.
Some of the hired hands were questionable to say the least....he could admit that without so much as a doubt. Yet, they all served a unique purpose in the greater scheme of things. In fact, one of those special staff members, an upcoming teacher to be exact, was someone he was just about to encounter. Striding down the halls of this glorious school he took such pride in, his hands were behind his back. The whistling wasn't really something he could genuinely go on about with a complaint since this school really did have quite the acoustics. Besides, it didn't hurt to show that their soon-to-be teacher was the sort to be in a good mood. Approachable, that's more of what he needed here to balance things out.
A man like Principal Slade wasn't exactly easy to read since he portrayed what emotions he felt needed to be shown and revealed to get his point across. Sure, that mask sure did add on to that...but it wasn't the mask's primary purpose...merely a side dish. Principal Slade's tone was calm...professional and like one with a sense of authority all while remaining a bit light hearted. "Sir Mephisto Pheles, welcome to Falcon Academy...you're here about that...teaching position, are you not?" It was best to hit a casual note first before walking down these grand halls of the underground school! They had a meeting to get started, but hell...they'd still be on time with some casual banter just a bit before it all! Who knows, if they were lucky, they'd bump into some of the wonderful students on the way to that meeting room.
Wouldn't it be nice if he met a student or two? Principal Slade sure thought that would be fine and acceptable in his plan of the day!
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Post by sirpheles on Feb 13, 2012 18:05:34 GMT -5
Mephisto spun on his heel, in the direction of the voice. Walking towards him was a dark-clad figure with a very level stare. Calm, cool, collected; just the type Mephisto found easily manageable. He had been in search of better entertainment for centuries and he had hoped that a bunch of rowdy students would fix his boredom, but a principal with such... perfect posture may prove to be a bit of a downer.
Nonetheless, Mephisto plastered on one of his brightest smiles and bowed, low, at the waist, being a bit overdramatic in the process. "Principal Slade, I take it! What a pleasure to meet you. Yes, my aim is to be instructor of Spells and Rituals I for Upperclassmen; that is, if the position is available. I'd also like to speak to you about starting my own after-school club to help lessen the blow to my future students!" As he spoke, Mephisto rose from his bent position and stepped aside from the door he was standing in front of to wait patiently for the Principal of Falcon Academy.
From the recesses of his clothes, Mephisto procured a small card. Holding it between his index and middle finger, the age-olde demon flexed his hand and sent the card straight for Slade. "My card," Mephisto stated obviously. "You'll find it shows all of my various skills and accomplishments. On the back is my vast span of experience." One might think Mephisto arrogant or overconfident, but he wanted no guess work. He smiled knowingly, positive of his standing in that Slade couldn't possibly turn him down.
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