A New Education (Scrapmask & FLN)
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				Title: <strong>A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:27:10</strong>
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				Cassidy Vaughn was only five when she showed the first signs of magical aptitude, she had been playing in the yard with her brother when he pushed her down and caused her to get angry, the result was a minor burn on his arm no greater than if he'd stayed out in the sun for too long, but it was enough energy expended to have attracted the attention of the Academy.<br><br>At the age of ten her family bid her farewell and put her on a plane, they wouldn't see her again for at least another ten years. Students of the school trained rigorously from the age of ten till the age of twenty five before their skills can be put to use outside of the grounds.&nbsp; The academy was the training ground to those who showed remarkable aptitude with magic.&nbsp; Her first year there was a series of tests to determine where her skills lay.&nbsp; There were those who were adept in the elements, some possessed the ability of teleportation, there were subjects in mind control, though those who showed ability in that field were often secluded from the rest of the students.<br><br>Cassidy's skills were in the elements.&nbsp; She could conjure a storm several years before most students could make a leaf dance in the wind.&nbsp; When her temper flared, she could set almost anything in her sights on fire, which she took great pleasure in.&nbsp; The problem her professors had, was Cassidy was lazy when it came to branching out to other area's.&nbsp; She was good with one thing, and she couldn't be swayed to put forth the effort in subject matter that was less appealing or comfortable for her.<br><br>After her seventeeth birthday, it was decided by the Academy's council that while the school's training and discipline was rigorous, students were rarely pushed beyond their limits, as most students pushed themselves, Kaitlyn would be sent away to apprentice one who would be able to reach her, push her to her ability's limits and not her self imposed limits.<br><br>The man in question was chosen from the schools graduates to take the girl on.&nbsp; As a graduate, he could not refuse the schools request or risk losing his standing and backing within that community, though it was rare , it did happen on occasion.<br><br>Cassidy was in shock as she packed her belongings to prepare for the trip.&nbsp; She knew nothing of the man she was being sent to, if he was skilled enough to actually teach her anything or if this was simply a place to live until she reached the age where she could go on her own.&nbsp; Would she have more freedom or less than here at the school.&nbsp; She looked herself over in the floor length mirror, over the last few years her features had changed drastically from those of a child to a young woman.&nbsp; She was shorter than most of the girls in her class, standing at only five feet. Her eyes were a light green that turned to a dark emerald when she was angry, and her hair fell almost to her waist in deep red curls.<br><br>She finished packing and said her goodbye's and boarded the plane. The flight would be relatively short, and nerves started working overtime as the plane took off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 10:10:32</strong>
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				As black shoes scuffed on the airport's tiled floor, Michael Morgan pulled his blue pea coat tighter around him. He glanced down at his hand, holding the letter from the academy. He'd read it a thousand times already, each time burning the words into his mind even more. 'Miss Cassidy Vaughn will be put under your tutelage...in the best interest of both yourself and the academy....weekly progress reports to be signed to Headmaster Colmbs....'&nbsp; His eyes scanned the flight number once more. He didn't need to re-read, he was already in front of the gate. He folded the letter back up and stuffed it in his pocket before taking a seat.<br>Sometimes the Academy was more trouble than it's worth.<br><br>His pocket watch read 4:37. His head lolled backwards, laying on the chairs headrest. Not only did this unwanted intrusion mean he would have to slow his work down, he'd have to actually work for Colmbs. He promised himself a long time ago he would never be under that man's thumb again. Colmbs was his entire reason for leaving the academy. Now here he was, calling in a debt...the more appropriate word was blackmail.<br>He hadn't taken on a student in five years. Now he had one dumped on his lap. A rowdy one at that. He'd spent the last week preparing his home with wards and protections against anything that could go wrong. But fail safes never are fool proof. Especially with a caster.<br><br>He lifted his head back up and checked his watch once more. 4:45. Her flight should be here anytime now. The mundanes all stood at once, and began to shuffled around, causing his hair to stand on end. He noticed that people were coming off a plane. He shook his head. Every time there was a strange 'pattern' occurring around him, he became paranoid. Years of exposure to divination caused him to see things everywhere. He still couldn't shake it.<br><br>He climbed to his feet and ran his fingers through his brown hair. He yawned and stretched his arms behind his head. He soon thrust his hands back in his pockets and strode over to the gate her plane should have landed at. He digs for a minute and pulls out a small piece of cardboard from his coat pocket. He dusts it off and gives it a quick blow, and the name 'Vaughn' seems to scrawl across it's brown surface. Michael holds the board in front of him, scanning the crowd with his dark eyes, making note of every person walking through the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 20:55:09</strong>
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				The flight had been pretty uneventful with the exception of the baby who wouldn't stop screaming from take off till landing and Cassidy was thrilled when it was time to get off the plane. She was nervous as could be but another minute of that noise and she would have done something regretful, patience was not something she excelled at.<br><br>When she walked through the gate she wouldn't have said that she felt someones eyes on her, or that she could point him out of a crowd, it was more of an awareness that had her eyes going almost immediately in the direction of the sign with her name on it and towards one Mr. Michael Morgan. Here goes nothing she thought.<br><br>As she walked through the crowd of people, she hefted her carry on bag over her shoulder again and hoped that he had enough room for all of her bags in his car. Approaching the man she sized him up fairly quickly, he seemed stiff and not happy about being in the airport, probably not happy about having her thrown into his life either she mused. <br><br>"Hi, I'm Cassidy, I believe you're expecting me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:08:32</strong>
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				As she approached him, he threw the sign in the nearby trash bin. He turns back to her as she introduces herself. Reaching up to his head, he tipped a non-existent hat to her as he spoke.<br>"Michael Morgan." He pauses and thinks for a moment. "You should call me Sir."<br>He surveyed the surrounding people before walking towards baggage check. His hands found his pockets once more before and he silently traveled for a few moments, not even looking back at her.<br><br>"Get your bags." he hardly gestures toward the luggage. "We need to catch the shuttle back to my place." He turned away from her and pulled out a cell phone. His thumb dialed the number quickly and put the receiver to his ear. After a few short rings, he spoke with the muffled voice on the other end. "She's here...yes she's safe...no I didn't...yes..." he looked back over his shoulder at Cassidy. "Nothing yet. We'll deal with that later. Yes. Goodbye." Closing the phone, he turns back to her silently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:26:32</strong>
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				Off to a great start, she thought. It wouldn't do her much good to complain in the middle of the airport so she headed over to the baggage claim and started pulling bags from the carousel. She didn't purposely move slow, though she didn't make any effort to speed it up while she got a cart to put all the bags on, why should she when he didn't even ask to see if she needed help. <br><br>Cassidy saw him waiting over by the door for her, but she'd piled so many bags on the cart she couldn't quite get it to move. She wouldn't ask for his help since he hadn't offered it, instead, as discretely as she could, moved her hand in front of her and spoke a few words under her breath, pleased by the resulting gust of wind that caught her back and moved the cart forward with ease. <br><br>She made her way over to the door where Michael was and stopped the cart a mere inch before it hit him. <br><br>"Wait, did you say shuttle? You don't have a car? How am I going to fit all this on some public transport?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 02:06:57</strong>
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				As she cast her spell, alarms went off in his head. But he chose to ignore them. 'I'll deal with that later.' he thought.<br>He kept walking despite her question, only casually saying over his shoulder "I'm not sure...good luck with that."<br><br>They made it outside to the curb, and moments later the shuttle arrived. He climbed onboard, casually taking a seat in the back. He eyed her closely as he sat. Trying to size her up. She didn't seem dangerous. But he'd worked with dangerous people who were practically immobile. Appearance was no measure of worth in this sense. Even though she didn't look like much, she was already showing some signs of defiance. He'd need to weigh out exactly what needed to be done to her. He'd need to start quickly, or else she'd be contrary through most of her new schooling.<br><br>"Try not to take up too much space in here. Other people need to sit." He thought for a moment. "Actually, you should probably stand. Keep the seat open for people who need it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 02:21:08</strong>
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				"I make my own luck"<br><br>Cassidy stopped in front of the shuttle as she watched him board it. If she had any doubts before, she knew now that she was not wanted here, well that suited both of them then, as she didn't particularly want to be where she wasn't welcome. She saw a man who looked to be in his mid twenties and stopped him before he could board the shuttle and with a casual hand placed it on his arm. She gave him one of her best smiles before speaking. <br><br>"Excuse me, I don't suppose you could help me with my bags, I just don't know what I'll do if I miss this shuttle and there's no way I'll get it all on board before it takes off"<br><br>A minute or two of playful conversation and the man had not only helped, but carried all of the luggage into the shuttle. She started to sit until Michael stopped her, the shuttle seemed to be fairly empty and figured he was trying to make her feel as unwelcome as possible, and doing a good job at it. She settled for sitting on top of one of her bags in the isle.<br><br>"You know, I didn't ask to be here anymore than I'm sure you wanted to have me here, but do you think you can at least pretend to be civil?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 03:39:21</strong>
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				Observing the exchange between her and the stranger, Michael rolled his eyes. How often did she do that? Was she going to be one of those manipulative students, always conning her way out of situations she didn't want to be in? Making a mental note of it, his eyes followed her as she sat down.<br><br>"I don't pretend. I will <em>be</em> civil when civility is appropriate." He spoke, before looking out the window, watching people walk by as the shuttle started moving. "If you want civility, you will be civil yourself. But I'll address that when we are back safely."<br><br>The rest of the ride, he was silent. Not entirely cold. He watched her,inspected everything she did, everything she had...he even was attentive towards other passengers. Following movements and noises, always watching. By the time the shuttle stopped at a small building, he stood up and climbed down the shallow steps.<br>"Make sure to bring everything with you. Wouldn't want to leave anything behind." he smiled slightly, hands in his pockets as he waited for her to bring everything off the bus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 15:32:28</strong>
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				Throughout the ride Cassidy felt like she was on display for him, the way he was watching her, sizing her up. She watched him interact with a few other people on the shuttle, so apparently he was capable of being polite, just not to her. Her eyes narrowed slightly when once again he didn't help her in the slightest with her bags. It took a great deal of effort, but she got all the bags off by herself in only two trips. <br><br>She had thought she'd been plenty civil since she got there, he was the one who had an obvious problem, and she was starting to dread going into his house. She was also acutely aware that neither she nor he had any choice in the matter. Already she figured that the school would have been preferable to this. With a sigh she followed him into the house.
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				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 23:21:11</strong>
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				Leading her into the apartment building, he produces a key ring with dozens of keys on it. He opens the front door and goes for the stairs, walking right past the elevator. Once again, he doesn't turn around to look at her. When he makes it to the apartment door, he pulls out the key ring again, and finds a strange looking green key. He puts it in the lock and opens the door.<br>The amount of room behind the door vastly exceeded what an apartment should be. There was even several sets of stairs at different areas. The layout and structure was reminiscent of a Victorian era house. Though it seemed old, it was well kept, but not uncluttered. Books, strange objects, tools, all strewn about in different areas.<br><br>He takes his jacket off and hangs it on a coat hanger near the door. He points to one side stairwell that seems to wind up into a narrow passage. "That leads to your room. Go unpack, and be back down here in half an hour. We need to go over some rules."<br>Michael leaves through a door to the side, pushing a stack of magazines out of the way as he does so, before the door closes behind him with a loud click.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 01:52:28</strong>
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				It took Cassidy more than half the time he'd given just to bring all her bags upstairs. The room at least, if not her host, was quite warm and welcoming. It was larger than she'd expected, at least twice the size she'd had at school and she shared that with two others. The bed was a four poster bed that had two steps to get up into it and was as soft as anything she'd ever sat on. There was more than ample closet and dresser space, she was impressed by the room.<br><br>It ended up taking her close to an hour to unpack and change out of her traveling clothes into something more comfortable. She headed downstairs and when she didn't see Michael right off she started looking around at the pictures he had on the wall and the various decorations in the house. It was a stunning home and if she didn't know better, she would have thought they were out in the countryside somewhere instead of in an apartment building. Idly she wondered if he ever had guests over and if he shielded the actual look of the apartment from them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 05:10:56</strong>
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				Her inspection went on silently, not noticing Michael entering the room from a side door. He watched her silently as she looked through his belongings. After a few moments, his voice broke the silence. "I gave you half an hour." his folded his hands in front of him, putting creases in his gray button up shirt. "Not an hour. A half an hour." His tone was completely level, not entirely interested, but still ridged and commanding.<br><br>A few casual steps later and he was standing in front of her. "Just so we are clear. I am here to perform a task. I am indebted to Headmaster Colmbs,and he has asked me to put you through training and education in whatever way I see fit." Without a single move or sound, his brown eyes shifted into a different color. A deep shade of gold wrapped around his iris, and A sudden overpowering force seemed to grip at her wrists and neck.&nbsp; The pull&nbsp; trying to drag her to the ground. The weight was immense, and the grip was otherworldly.<br>His voice spoke through the invisible shackles. "I've read your wrap sheet, and I have been informed of your attitude, and what I 'See fit' to do, is subject you to what is commonly called 'tough love'." He walked around her as the weight bore down on her, continuing to speak. "You will refer to me as sir. If you ever forget to end every sentence with sir, I will discipline you. You will do as I ask of you. If you disobey, I will discipline you. If you act out in any way, I will discipline you...do you see a pattern?" he asked, leaning down to her eye level.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 15:01:11</strong>
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				Cassidy almost jumped out of her skin when he spoke, she hadn't heard him come into the room. She expected the comment about the extra time she'd taken, but in her mind, if he had helped her with the bags than she would have been able to keep to that half hour. <br><br>The first thing she felt was panic when something had clamped down on her, no, not something, just the feel of something, and one look into his eyes told her it was at his doing. It wasn't painful, but it was the strain was getting there as it tugged at her. <br><br>When the panic subsided the anger took over, who the hell did he think he was, he couldn't speak to her like this. She'd never admit it, but he was certainly an intimidating person.<br><br>"Yes I see a pattern but I don't understand, I'm not a delinquent, I didn't burn down the school, start fights or anything else that might make this all necessary. I simply chose to stick to what I was good at and I fail to see how that gives me a wrap sheet, as you put it"<br><br>She looked him in the eyes again figuring it wouldn't be wise to show any intimidation or weakness. She wasn't going to let him get the best of her, it was only her first day here and already it wasn't going quite well. Then as an after thought she added...<br><br>"Sir"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 23:59:29</strong>
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				Her venomous 'sir' brought a slight smirk to his face. He released the spell, the invisible shackles lifting and his eyes returning to their normal color. He unfolded his arms and looked down at her.<br>"Your records show that you are lazy, stubborn, and contrary. I've been ordered to break you of those habits, and train you in other areas of magic beyond Evocation." His stride as he spoke brought him to a door at the other end of the room. He opens the door, and gestures through it while looking at Cassidy.<br><br>After another moment of silence he cleared his throat. "The next few days I am going to see exactly how strict I am going to have to be with you. I also should note that you are off to a bad start." He entered the room, which was surprisingly large. There seemed to be runes carved into the walls, ceilings, and floors. The far wall has what appear to be cabinets and different markings on them. The center of the room has a circle carved into it. Michael walks to the other end of the room and turns around.<br>"You were casting in public earlier. You know that isn't allowed. You haven't finished your training, you don't have license to cast in the mundane world." his expression is mildly amused as he speaks. "This is going to be the formal beginning of your training. You are going to tell me what is the appropriate punishment for your indiscretion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 01:33:58</strong>
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				The room he took her into she immediately found fascinating. The one subject she had actually had an interest in studying was considered an extra course and only those who were in good favor were given the chance to study and learn to read runes and symbols. She wondered if he would teach her that, perhaps, she wouldn't broach that subject for a while yet. <br><br>At the very least, whether she was sincere or not, she had the good sense to look embarrassed at having been known to practice in public. She thought about his question, she knew the consequences of casting in public unlicensed, the question really was, did he know of her prior transgressions in that area? Most likely, though she couldn't be sure. <br><br>"It depends, if no one saw and no clean up had to be done, its minor unless its habitual, if I remember correctly, it was a day or two under a binding spell, sir"<br><br>Well that was just perfect she thought, not even here a day and she'd already managed to screw up, just perfect.
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				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 02:28:46</strong>
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				Michael nodded and turned to one of the cabinets. After opening and searching through one of them, he produced what looked to be a three foot long staff. Bluish in color, and with a serpent carved around the length of the pole. He put it at his side as a cane, strolling over towards where she stood. "Two days under a binding spell? They must have gotten soft since I left! Kneel in the circle, Miss Vaughn."<br><br>The door closed, and a few runes seemed to light up faintly as it happened. He spun the staff in his hand slowly, walking just outside the ring of the circle, the ornate design reminiscent of an alchemical chart. He holds the staff in front of him, using both hands. "Are you familiar with what this is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 02:46:48</strong>
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				Cassidy swallowed hard as she stepped forward into the circle and slipped down to her knees as he'd said. She was again fascinated by the way the runes lit up and she had a dozen questions about them on the tip of her tongue, but they would have to wait. She looked at the staff he held, somehow, the smart response she had originally thought to give in answer seemed like a very bad idea and was fairly certain he wouldn't have appreciated the humor.<br><br>She looked at it a little closer looking to see if anything on it struck her as familiar, but it didn't. Was this something she was supposed to know? Had this been gone over in one of the artifact lectures she'd frequently skipped out on or slept through?&nbsp; With a sigh, she shook her head.<br><br>"No, I don't know what that is sir" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:35:06</strong>
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				"Of course you wouldn't know." he said, standing in front of her. He spun the staff around once more and walked around behind her. "put your arms out straight to either side of you." he ordered. Waiting for her to comply, he kept speaking. "This staff was made to grip tightly to whoever is touching it when the command word is spoken. It was made a long time ago in an attempt to make a weapon which could not be removed from the bearers hands. I've found a much more practical use for it."<br><br>Even before her hands were out, he put the staff to her shoulder blades, and grabbed one of her arms, wrapping it around the staff like stocks. He brought her other hand up and forced it around the pole. Once her arms were spread, he uttered a word, and the staff grabbed at her skin and clothes, as if glued to her. Her arms held in place.<br><br>"It's called a Staff of Na...made by a Chinese caster. It was confiscated a dozen years ago. I was in charge of discovering it's purpose." He walked back over to the cabinets and began searching again. "I've been put in charge of many different magic creations, and I have found uses for most of them." he produced a small metal piece, and placed it in his hand before turning to look at Cassidy once again.<br>"Including this one..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 17:07:18</strong>
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				Cassidy didn't care one bit for the way he'd taken her arm and fixed it against the staff he showed her, and then did the same with the other. It didn't pinch or hurt when it affixed itself to her, but it was a strain on her arms. It was becoming obvious to her that he wasn't mentally balanced. <br><br>"While I appreciate the history lesson here, this is highly uncomfortable, could you take this off?"<br><br>It never occurred to her that she would actually miss the school, but this personalized attention wasn't something she cared for, and she certainly didn't care for the high handed approach he was taking with her. She tried to get to her feet, she'd use the wall to pry the damn thing off of her if she had to, but found her balance was off due to the weight of the staff. <br><br>How was she going to survive the next few years here, if she couldn't get through one day. Admittedly feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to make the situation any better, but she wasn't sure how to react to him yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 21:39:27</strong>
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				Her discomfort was obvious. 'Good' he thought. 'This should force her in line.' He casually strolled over to her kneeling position, and proceeded to walk around the outside of the circle. He displays the small metal cylinder in his hand. "If you appreciate the history lesson, you might like this one as well. It was made with the intent of heating or cooling drinks. Drop it inside, and it instantly cools them. I found that it can go to either extreme, and not burn or scar you if it is touched to your skin..." He grabbed the end of the pole, with her left hand attached to it. He took the cylinder in between his thumb and four finger. "...and you forgot to say Sir."<br><br>He dragged the cylinder along her forearm, intense heat radiating from it. The heat seemed to light her skin on fire, seeping into the very muscles underneath. Shortly after her dragged it the other direction, except now it was freezing cold. The sudden change caused a strange sensation similar to rug burn on her arm. Michael slightly grins at her expression as he does this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:20:32</strong>
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				She had a good idea of his intent when he started explaining what the small metal object did, especially when he'd grabbed the end of the pole and her arm. Closing her eyes when he pressed it to her skin, Cassidy clenched her teeth, she'd never felt anything burn like that before. She was certain it would never subside until he ran it back over her arm, the cold bringing even more pain rather than relief. <br><br>Inhaling deeply, she refused to give him the satisfaction of making a sound from the pain. He was crazy, of that she was now certain and what he was doing had to be against so many rules she would see his own license revoked, the school had banned the practice of physical pain as discipline years before she'd even entered the school, so she didn't believe for a moment he was actually allowed to do this. But in this rather precarious position, she held her tongue and refrained from calling him the several names that ran through her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 06:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling away from her quickly, he palmed the small object. He felt the remnants of cold on it, and squeezed tightly around it. No need to cause too much pain. Just showing her he was serious about this. He pulled the staff forward, forcing her closer the the floor, and held her face inches from the carved ground.<br>"Just a sample. I have plenty of other items in my vault." He followed with a word in a strange language, and the pole released her completely. He spun it around once in his hands, and brought it back to the cabinet. He shut the door and locks it tight.<br><br>"If you can answer this question adequately, I will give you the rest of the day off. Otherwise we are starting your training now." He walked towards her once more, putting his hands behind his back. He pauses slightly before saying with purpose..."What did you learn today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 16:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow, Cassidy didn't think the answer 'I learned that you're a sadistic ass who would benefit greatly from therapy' was what he was looking for, and would likely result in more unpleasantness for her, so she managed to refrain. She sat there rubbing her arm to try and take the sting out of it and tried her best for an answer he'd want to hear so he would let her go. When she did answer, she found it near impossible to keep her voice even and flat, she had always been one who ran on emotions.<br><br>"I learned that you obviously think very little of me based on what others have told you rather than getting to know me yourself, and that you have a very high opinion of yourself. I suppose you could say I've learned that you are going to be very hard to work with and learn from, sir"<br><br>There were things she actually did wish to learn from him, how to read the runes, speak whatever language he was speaking, it had been the first time since she was little that she could remember having a desire to learn something outside of her comfort zone, that in itself was an odd sensation for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael walked up closer to her, keeping his hands behind his back. He looked her up and down, walked around her, almost inspecting her. Once he was done, he shook his head. "You didn't learn anything then. Those are only opinions." he pulls one hand up and rubs his jaw. "Opinions are not facts. They change too frequently to have any real significance."<br>He nodded slightly to himself, as if deciding what to do. "I want you to create a fire for me. Hold it in your hands, and maintain it. Keep it at the same intensity." he waited expectantly for a moment , before gesturing at her "Go! Now! Fire!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 16:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy refrained from rolling her eyes and couldn't help but wonder if it was possible for him to speak without sounding like the teacher from the peanuts cartoon. At least what he was asking her to do now was not only something she enjoyed, but something she excelled at. Conjuring the elements was something she'd discovered a talent for years before she'd been sent off to school where she'd learned to hone that skill.<br><br>She took a few steps towards the opposite side of the room, no, almost swaggered towards it. She stuck her hand out in front of her and silently said the incantation and watched as the fire seemed to grow from her palm, small at first and then with some style she thought, let it grow until she was satisfied it was what he was looking for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the fire burned, a few runes on the walls seemed to light a different color. Barely noticeable, but there. Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a large coin. He flips it onto the ground in front of her before folding his hands behind his back again. Without sounding at all impressed, he spoke. "I need to be sure you can use each school of magic competently." He looks down at the coin, then back up at her expectantly. "I want you to transform that into a steel ring."<br><br>He knew the shape and structure of the coin could easily be changed. But turning one element into another was rather difficult. Sometimes even dangerous. He prepared a few spells mentally, always cautious of a spell gone wrong.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fire in one puff of smoke went out from her hand as she peered down at the ground at the coin he'd thrown. The elements were easy for her, she excelled with them, had far more times than not beaten her instructors in duels using the elements. What he asked of her now had her creasing her eyebrows together. <br><br>It was something that she should have enough skill to at the very least form the ring, but it wasn't something she had been good at, therefore it wasn't something she had practiced. Transmuting had never come easy to her and she truly didn't want to fail this on her first attempt in front of him.<br><br>"I don't think I can, sir, it wasn't something that I studied much of"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand extended out in front of him, and the coin flew from the ground to his palm. He placed it back in his pocket in a very deliberate manner. His eyes flared again. The gold encircling his iris' and the invisable shackles returned. This time they pulled her to the wall, instead of down.<br><br>"I did not ask you if you could." his voice level, despite the amount of energy he had to place into maintaining the shackles. "I told you to transmute the coin. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it." A few strides closed the distance between them. Standing over her, he looked down into her face.<br>"Tell me what you did wrong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 15:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were several smart replies that popped into her mind when he'd asked her that, and she was more than a little put off at having him restrain her in this manner again, but when she looked up into his eyes, her mind just went blank for a moment. She wondered how the intensity of his eyes and structure of his face, both very appealing, had gone unnoticed by her before, then she remembered, it was dwarfed by his personality. She shook the thoughts free from her head while she thought of an answer that would placate him enough that he'd let her go. <br><br>"I don't know how to"<br><br>No, that wasn't the answer he was looking for, even if it was the truth.<br><br>"I didn't try, sir"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 08:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see the contempt on her face as she spoke. He had to repress the urge to break her. 'Old habits die hard' he thought as he looked down at her. He'd seen many faces like hers, in a similar setting as this. It only served to remind him of Colmbs, and his distaste for the headmaster. He might have been taking his rage out on her a little bit...but not fully. If he'd unloaded on her, she would be on the ground crying now...or she would have fought back and got herself killed. 'Probably a bad idea to think of your new protege as a victim. It won't lead to anything good.'<br><br>"That is the problem with you. Everything you are good at comes easy to you. You never test yourself. You never push your limits." His voice seems to gain a hollow sound to it, almost as if he is talking through a pipe. His eyes glow a little more, and the spell constricting her neck tightens a little.<br><br>"Here is what you are going to do. I am going to let you go, and you are going to create two glass orbs out of the proper material components. You can find them in that cupboard." he said, pointing to one of the doors. He never removed his eyes from hers. "The you will get on your knees, and put your hands out straight in either direction. Then we will test your concentration...understood?" The shackles loosening as he spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 16:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If it was possible to hate someone after such a short amount of time, Cassidy hated Michael. He was treating her like a criminal instead of his student and she'd had her fill of it. Maybe it was true that she was lazy and stubborn, but she hadn't done anything to warrant this kind of treatment. She couldn't help but glare at him while he spoke, the invisible restraints he'd placed on her getting tighter as he spoke. Maybe this was fun for him, she didn't much care as long as he stopped.<br><br>She rolled her shoulders when he'd let her go, though she didn't answer him. It was a small petty thing, but her temper was up and it was better that she said nothing in that moment than something that would undoubtedly cause him to react. <br><br>Walking over to the cabinet, she found what she'd need to create the orbs. It galled her that he didn't spend any time trying to get to know her, how she worked, telling her anything about him, it was frustrating to no end.&nbsp; When she was done she walked back to the center of the room and sat on the floor waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 07:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands came to his side as she worked. He watched her sift through the materials. Her distaste was palpable. Her body language alone reeked of her displeasure. She also continued to carry herself in a dominant manner, despite the fact that she was obeying his every order. He'd need to decide if that was a good thing or bad. But there was no rough patches yet. He'd see what she was really like once she decided to disobey. 'Might have to push her a little harder to get her there.' the thought echoed in his head as she knelt down.<br><br>Silence filled the room. He waited for her to begin the spell. Once it became apparent she wasn't, he walked to her. He uttered a word, and jabbed two fingers into the back of her neck. A violent jolt of electricity sprung from his hand as he touched her. The bolt was gone as soon as it appeared.<br><br>"Cast the spell to create two glass orbs. That's your second warning." his tone stern and unwavering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 02:31:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The jolt he gave her momentarily stunned her, more from surprise than pain. This whole day was starting to be more than she could take, how was she supposed to endure a few years of this if she couldn't make it through one day? He was trying to break her down, she was smart enough to see that, but she didn't know how to fight him. Oh she could be as defiant as she wished to be, but at what cost? She could leave, but leaving meant throwing everything she'd been working towards her whole life away. She'd be stripped completely of her abilities if she did, she couldn't, no, she wouldn't risk that, she wouldn't let him ruin what she worked for. <br><br>She said the spell in her mind not wanting to risk being corrected on how she said it and the orbs appeared. As he'd instructed, she held her arms out to her sides to avoid getting shocked again or any other nasty thing he had planned for her. Once she had, she looked up at him for what he wanted next, though she was apprehensive to say the least.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 07:04:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The orbs formed in front of her. He watched the spell weave itself around the materials. 'Sloppy.' he thought, seeing the base form of the transmutation. But that wasn't what he was watching her for. Once they were completed, and her arms went out to her sides, he got to his knees. He lifted the smooth globes into his hands. They were still warm to the touch after the spell casting. He placed them on the backsides of her hands, balancing them between the crevices between her fingers. He seemed to glide to his feet as he spoke.<br><br>"Keep your hands level. If you move too much, the orbs will fall to the ground, and shatter. If one cracks, I will give you ten lashes. If you break both of them, thirty."<br>He climbed to his feet and paced around her.<br>"You will keep them balanced while warding off mental intrusions from me. There are two fun facts about this test. One is that it was created to strengthen concentration, and to draw out any major mental disorders prevalent in aspiring casters." His tone sounds mildly amused as he finishes. "The other is that everyone fails the first time." A smirk plays across his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the back of her mind she wondered how many lashes she'd get if she flipped her hands over and threw the orbs at him. And what did that mean anyway? No one had ever struck her before, he couldn't be serious about that, but then he'd already gave her quite a jolt and used his magic to restrain her, so why would he lie about that? <br><br>So it was a test that he expected her to fail, what was the point of it then? If there was no way she could pass it, it made the consequences of failure even more ridiculous. But then, she could surprise him, she just might pass it, if there was one thing she had it was a very strong will and she wouldn't fail as easily as he'd like to think.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He planted his feet. Keeping them separated and parallel to each other. He folded his hands behind his back, and barely furrowed his brow. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes became glass. The spell wove itself around his head. Invisible, but present. He began seeing her thoughts as a three dimensional cloud surrounding her head. Colors and shapes and images forming around her. Too much noise for him to pull anything from it...yet. With a sudden rush his mind became like a foil, and it began to seek out an opening.<br><br>Her lack of training left her with gaping unprotected areas. Images and shapes faded in and out of existence around her. He was fast enough to strike if he needed to, but he waited for the least defensible area to reveal itself. 'Strike her hard the first time. Don't ease her into it. She needs to know how bad it can be before she can protect against it.' As the thought began to detract from concentration, the chink in the armor appeared. His mind lashed out at it faster than he could process what he was seeing. The psychic energy forcing it's way into her mind was more than the average person could handle...and he drove the energy in as hard as he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy sat there and closed her eyes, she took in several deep breaths. In truth she was surprised that on her first day there he would test her with such power and dangerous uses of magic. In an ill prepared person, if the mental intrusion is too great, it could cause irreversible effects, everyone knew that, maybe that's what he wanted, it would rid him of her afterall. But she wasn't ill prepared for this, though it was strictly forbidden outside of the proper guidance, Cassidy and a few friends had on occasion done some experimenting with it on their own.<br><br>She felt his presence there in her mind, the exercise was not to block him out, but to keep her concentration, but out of reflex, when he'd done what he did, all her energy went to push him out of her mind. She pushed forward with the force of a wall before she fell back on the ground from the energy of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 07:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her back hit the floor, and the glass shattered around her. Michael sucked in a deep breath once he released the spell. The images disappeared from her head as the glass broke. He felt his head ache. Even for such a short time the spell was intense and took a bit of a toll on him. But he had a job to do. Her failure marked his need to fulfill his threat to her. He rubbed his temples with his fingers.<br><br>"Get back up and put your arms out." he ordered. He rounded on his feet and went back to the cabinet, pulling the enchanted staff back out. He didn't twirl it around as before. He simply held it with grim purpose. He marched back towards her. He made a gesture with his hands and bowed his head. The glass was all pulled together into one pile instantly on completion of his incantation.<br>"How many lashes did I say you'd get for breaking both of them?" he asked, half expecting an honest response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 16:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head felt as if it was a large mass of swirling colors, for that's all she could see for a few moments after she'd fallen back. She had tried to push him out of her mind and while she wasn't sure if she'd succeeded in that, she knew that she'd bounced back and hit herself as well. She wondered if she'd asked him, if he would even tell her if at the very least, she'd managed to push him back, probably not she mused. <br><br>When she'd heard him speak, she took another few moments before she sat back up and when she did she felt her head pitch and her stomach roll a bit, the spell had hit her much harder than she had been prepared for. It had left her a bit weak and she had nothing left in her at the moment to resist him, though she wished she did. <br><br>"thirty, sir" <br><br>It was all she had the energy to speak, and her words came out more of a breathless whisper as she put her arms back out and unconsciously bit her lower lip. What she really wanted right now was a soft bed and some aspirin for the headache that was screaming in her mind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 05:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushed her head forward and grabbed the back of her shirt. He hiked it up to her neck, and slid the staff across her arms, touching her bare skin and holding the fabric up above her shoulder blades. He uttered the words again, and it gripped her tightly. He grinned at her response. "Good. For being honest, I'll let you choose what I will whip you with."<br><br>Another brief walk to the wall of doors produced two items. He placed them on either side in front of her. On her right was a small brown leather-wrapped handle. Protruding from it was a long, thin and rather rigid looking cylinder. It was no wider than a drywall nail, and was about two feet in length. On her left was what looked like a coiled piece of red rope. On the end it split into three tongues with a knot at the end of each one.<br><br>Michael stepped back and looked at her. Her arms stretched out on either side, her head lolling around slightly as she still recovered from the spell. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eye. He leaned down closer to her, waited for her eyes to focus before speaking.<br><br>"Left or right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 06:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool rush of air on her back had her telling herself over and over again that this wasn't really happening. He couldn't seriously mean to hit her, it was unheard of, deemed barbaric years ago. <br><br>Her eyes went wide when she saw the items he'd placed on the floor in front of her. She searched her mind for a spell that would move her out of this place, a dozen similar thoughts went through her mind but she realized she was stuck here. And now he wanted her to pick one of the two dreadful looking items so he could whip her with them? Was he insane? If it was her choice as he'd said, she would chose not to have this happen at all.<br><br>"You cant do this, its not permitted, they don't let instructors strike their students anymore Sir, please, you cant"<br><br>She resisted the urge to jerk her chin from his fingers when he'd lifted her head, as she didn't feel that would sway him, but she hoped reminding him that this was against the schools rules, would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 06:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slight fear in her voice sparked something at the back of his mind. It had been some time since he'd heard that from someone. He wasn't sure if it was refreshing or concerning. It was second nature to him, and that was always a black mark on his record. Her pleas held little weight to him. Headmaster wouldn't have sent her to him if this hadn't been the plan all along.<br><br>His fingers ran along her jaw line, and rested on her throat. He gripped softly but firmly. "You are not my student. You are my ward." he released her throat and stood upright. "If you don't know what that means, I will be showing you the difference...as soon as you pick your poison." The expression on his face was completely stern, but in his eyes there was a wild amusement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 19:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't want to choose, she didn't care what the difference between student and ward was, right now her mind was too singularly focused. She tried to hide&nbsp; the fear she was feeling because it wouldn't do to see that he was getting to her.<br><br>Cassidy had always been able to plead her case effectively to avoid consequences she didn't want to face, but already knew that it wouldn't be the case here, in the very far back of her mind, a place she couldn't consciously tap into, she found his unwavering to be exciting, though the thoughts at the moment were pushed aside in lieu of her current situation. <br><br>She was still biting her lip, in a nervous habit, when she realized he was really going to wait until she chose one of the two. She didn't know anything about them, though it struck her as odd that he had whips like that just laying around his house, she wished she knew which would be the lesser of two evils. She simply whispered left. She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading with him to change his mind, though she wouldn't beg him to, she wouldn't stoop that low.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 21:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without hesitation, he picked up the coiled rope on the left. He then looked at the stick on the right, and picked it up as well. "Open your mouth and bite down on this." he ordered her, holding the brown leather hand in front of her mouth.<br><br>He let the rope unfurl to it's full length. It was maybe only three feet long and had the end he was holding wrapped in some stiff fabric. The three tongues taking up two feet at the end of the makeshift handle. "I have to admit...I am better with the other one. I have more accuracy." he stepped behind her. "That only means I'll be lashing a little more wildly." <br><br>Now out of her sight, he took his time and moved the rope back and forth in front of him. He raised his arm, and with one quick flick of his wrist, brought the tails down across her back. What he lacked in accuracy, he made up for in vigor. He had lashed her five times in rapid succession before slowing down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 21:43:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing she'd ever experienced could have prepared her for this. Her mind couldn't wrap itself around the pain she felt and her eyes filled with tears before he'd finished the first five lashes he'd given her. The leather thing he'd stuck in her mouth, presumably so she wouldn't scream fell out of her mouth, but rather than yell out, she clamped her mouth shut and tried to take it as stoically as she could. He wasn't even one third of the way done and she knew that wouldn't be a possibility. <br><br>She tried to catch her breath when he'd stopped to pause. Her fingers were curled around the staff her arms were attached to and her fingernails were digging into it as hard as they could. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 08:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finishes the five lashes before the other implement falls to the ground. As soon as she drops it form her mouth, he halts his discipline and leans down to her ear. "Just for dropping my tools, I'm going to start over."<br><br>He stretches a moment, drawing out the anticipation of the next strike. As he pulls his arm back, an idea hits him. "I want you to count each one out loud for me." To punctuate his order he strikes her back once, dragging a red line across the padding on her back. Her exposed skin turning bright red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 15:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At hearing that what she'd endured so far wouldn't count, she was unable to stop the flow of tears that had formed in her eyes from falling. Her back already stung and burned more than she would have imagined. She was at the moment, feeling very sorry for herself, she didn't feel she deserved to be treated like this, forgetting her own part in why she was sent here in the first place. It was easier to paint Michael the cruel villain in this than to take any blame for herself.<br><br>When he struck her again she couldn't help but cry out, barely managing to spit the number out as he'd instructed. Each time he struck her, she did her best to keep the count but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so through the pain and through her tears. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking his time and making each strike deliberate and harsh, Michael keeps his poker face. Despite his stern look, he was enjoying it. More than he would like to admit. Each time his arm came down elicited another cry or squeal from Cassidy. The sounds excited him and urged him on even more. Her voice cried out each number. He waited for her to miss one, but she continued to count as he whipped her. Her pale skin now turning bright red and leaving long puffed up lines across it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 01:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy had completely given up any hope of keeping her composure, she had dissolved in tears and she wouldn't have cared at that moment who had heard her. The pain was so intense the longer it went on she was certain her back was cut to ribbons from the feel of it, logically she knew it wasn't, but she couldn't think clear enough to know that. <br><br>It wasn't just pain she felt, it was heat, her back burned like fire, but the burn spread through her body in a way she couldn't begin to understand and later when alone, she'd be able to think about that. For now, she fervently prayed she didn't lose her count, she didn't want to give him any reason to give her any extra lashes or worse, start over. She nearly faltered once towards the end, but quickly recovered and corrected herself. She prayed that he wouldn't use that against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He approached his twenty ninth lashing, and stopped. He walked up and pulled the small metal cylinder out of his pocket and ran it slowly across her back, making it icy cold. He deliberately ran along the marks of her back and pausing on the reddest marks. "Have to keep the swelling down, don't we?" He says half mockingly.<br><br>After a moment of running the ice cold metal on her back, he lashes her one more time, finishing the count. He drops the flog after the last motion, and grabs the staff attached to her arms. He leans her back, so far that she might fall if it weren't for him holding her. He puts the metal piece underneath her, running it up her spine. This time the scorching heat contrasting the ice cold a moment ago. He looks down into her face, watching her expression as he does so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hated that she couldn't stop crying, Cassidy never cried but for rare occasions and that was always in private, but it was unavoidable. The cold cylinder he ran over her back had her gasping in shock as well as from the sensation of it.<br><br>Almost certain when he was pulling her backwards that he was going to put her back to the floor she panicked, a feather touching her back right now would be more than she could tolerate, and certainly not the floor. <br><br>The heat however, the burning heat on top of her already sore and hot back pushed her over the edge. It renewed the tears she had fresh and while she felt the urge to cry out from it, she lacked the energy, too drained from the harsh discipline. She could do barely more than whisper between sobs and trying to get her breath back.<br><br>"please...please stop...please, sir"<br><br>She cursed herself, she never wanted to sink so low as to beg, but she was desperate for it to end.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her begging shot straight through him. Everything he was taught told him to push her farther. But What he needed to do didn't call for that. He pushed her shoulders forward, lowering her to the floor to rest on her chest. He released the staff and pulled it off of her. He walked it over to wall and put it away, along with the metal cylinder. He took a few deep breaths with his back turned, calming himself down as she cried. The adrenaline still coursing through him and his mind running amok. He brought himself to focus long enough so he could turn around and go back over to her.<br><br>Looming over her body on the floor, he spoke very calmly and softly. "Your lesson is done for the day. you may go clean yourself up and rest for tomorrow. We will begin your next lesson at nine a.m." he began walking towards the door before turning back to her. "If you want me to heal you, come to my office...and ask very, very nicely." he says with a little amusement in his voice. He walks out the door and shuts it behind her, the sound echoing in the room with her. The runes seem to stop glowing as he leaves, making the room even darker. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grateful he had left, Cassidy all but dissolved in tears, not just from the pain but from the situation itself. When she was a child, her parents were extremely indulgent with her, when she'd been sent off to the academy, she was in a situation where the harshest punishments were being under a binding spell and confined to the dorms. She'd never been expected to excel at anything and she'd never had to face any real consequences if she failed. But she felt what he'd just done went beyond the limits of what he should have been allowed to do to her. How was she going to survive living here? <br><br>After a short time and tears came to an end she got up and went to the door, she peeked out of it before going out and heading up to her room. Once there she locked the door and lifted the shirt she was wearing up over her head and went to the mirror to see how bad the damage was. Her back was all red and puffy, but he hadn't broken the skin like it felt. She was stiff and sore, the pain at the moment was the only thing keeping her from bolting out of this house, but she was afraid to defy him right now, though deep down, she knew that would only last as long as this was so fresh in her mind. <br><br>A long internal debate played in her mind before she decided that she would ask him to heal her back. She knew she wouldn't sleep a bit the way it was now and he had offered, though she had to ask nicely. She saw him in his office reading some papers. She watched him for a few minutes, how could someone so handsome be so cruel? Oh she knew the two had nothing to do with each other, but it was odd to her. Like this, just watching him, she could feel a pull towards him, but the fear at the moment was larger in her mind.&nbsp; She wasn't really sure what he would consider very nice in the way of asking, but she'd try her best.<br><br>"Excuse me, you said something about healing before...umm....would you....would you please heal my back..sir"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael didn't even lift his head from his papers. His office was much more neat than the rest of the house. Papers and packages and trinkets scattered on many different surfaces and shelves. She stepped into the single light in the room when she entered. He remained silent as she asked her question, and he wasn't quite satisfied with her request. He leaned back in his seat. "I don't think that was nice enough." his voice was flat and almost uninterested. "You should ask again. Make me believe it."<br><br>The training was working so far...he didn't want to overdue it just yet. But he was feeling cocky after a successful session like they'd just had. A thought crossed his mind as soon as he finished speaking. "Actually, why don't you go back outside, crawl in and sit at my feet. Then ask me?" a slight smirk coming to his mouth. "Don't forget to make it extra nice." he rested his hands on the armrests of his chair and reclined a little while he looked up at her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy took a second to make sure she'd heard him correctly, but she was quite certain she had. He had actually told her&nbsp; to crawl to him, what did he take her for? What was wrong with him? Her mouth opened a few times but luckily she was able to restrain herself from saying something she would surely regret, the pain she felt was the only thing keeping her tongue civil.<br><br>She twisted her hands in front on her while she thought about this, wait, was she actually thinking about this? Was she really going to lower herself to crawl on the floor and sit at his feet like an animal just to get relief from the pain that 'he' had caused? And if she just walked away, would he consider that to be acting out? The last thing she needed was to give him a reason to punish her again.<br><br>She had a lot of pride and this was hard for her, for the first time she wished she had the power of mind reading, but that was a rare gift, but she truly wanted to know what was going on in Michael's mind that he thought this was acceptable. And what part of her seemed to want his approval now? If she had his approval, her life here would be easier, that's how she rationalized it before she walked out of the room and eased herself to the floor. It was hard as her back was still so sore and it made her movements stiff and awkward.<br><br>Cassidy wouldn't allow herself to shed another tear, for she'd given him enough of those, but she felt very small as she crawled across the floor and settled at his feet. She was practically shaking for reasons she didn't even know. What she wanted just then scared her a bit more than what had happened earlier, while sitting at his feet, she had the desire, just for a moment, to put her head on his knee and rest it there, she had to shake the thoughts clear of her head.<br><br>"Would you...would you please be kind enough to heal my back sir? "<br><br>She hoped that would suffice, that he wouldn't try to degrade her any further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:18:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down and put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up as she spoke. "Take your shirt off and show me your back." His words seemed to overlap with the spell he was working. It's presence was felt before he had even finished speaking. Her back eventually exposed to him, his hands found their way to her skin as he cast.&nbsp; They were cold to the touch, and had a slight tingling sensation as he ran them over her back. He did this for a short period before removing his hands.<br><br>"You won't scar or bleed." he reported to her. The pain seemed to remain despite his spell. The ache in her muscles was deep. Going straight to her bones. "But your pain will still be there. There's no real way to heal superfluous trauma. At least, that I have bothered to learn. You'll heal that normally." His hand ran under her chin softly. "You've been a good girl." he said, putting a slight emphasis on the phrase 'good girl'. Rubbing it in with a rye smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 17:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain was still there when he'd finished, in fact it hadn't diminished at all, but the stiffness was gone. Perhaps it was the healing itself, or the trauma of what had happened, but Cassidy was suddenly very tired. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open as she sat on the floor. <br><br>It might have been his words or the way his hand was so gentle on her skin in contrast to earlier, but her head tilted to the side as if for comfort, her cheek almost resting in his hand. If she had thought about what she was doing before hand, she would have been mortified, but in her drowsy state, her head tipped down and rested on his leg, not quite sure if she was still awake or falling asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:32:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slightly smiled as she rested her head on his leg. He leaned back and looked down at her, almost asleep. He decided to leave her there, instead of ordering her to her room. If she was being so obedient now, why punish her?<br><br>He turned his upper body to the table and finished reading and writing what he needed to finish, before relaxing completely in his seat. He looked down at her again, eyes closed, hair over his knee and lower thigh. His hand pet her hair for a moment, trying to push her back to consciousness. "You should go to your room and rest." he stated softly to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 15:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy was vaguely aware of his hand moving over her hair, in her dreamlike state it had actually felt very good, comforting. The day had been such a long and traumatic one, it wasn't how she thought her first day would go. She didn't understand Michael at all, why he was so harsh and why now she was here getting comfort from him, almost needing it, when he was the one who'd caused her so much pain and grief. It was safe to say she understood none of this.<br><br>She got up and left him there in his office without saying a word as she was still dazed and made her way up to her room. She had to sleep on her stomach that night as the pain in her back was still rather sharp, though she slept, and slept soundly. When she woke, the pain was mostly gone and for that she was grateful. <br><br>As she got up and showered and dressed, she found that she was actually a little scared to leave the room. She didn't know if she could survive another one of his lesson plans considering how badly the last one had gone. A glance at the clock showed she had less than an hour from the time he'd told her, so with some trepidation, she made her way downstairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 06:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smell of food wafted through the air. A number of breakfast foods were gathered in the kitchen, and Michael was eating at the table. Loading eggs onto his plate while Cassidy walked in. His hair was a mess in contrast to his neatly pressed clothing. His black pants had a formal crease up the center, and his button up shirt was rust colored and rolled up to the elbows. His face was clearly tired, bags under his eyes.<br>He hardly looked up to her when she entered. "Get some food. You have work to do." his hand gestured towards the sink. "You'll start with the dishes." The immense pile of pots and pans used in cooking, as well as a number of other mysterious plates were stacked there. he finished eating before standing up, leaving his plate on the table. He strolled out of the room, running his hands through his messy hair as he left. "Come to my office when you are done." he said over his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 18:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What did he think she was, his maid? Was he for real? She had to do his dishes? She watched him leave and fixed herself something to eat and sat at the small table. The man, she decided, was a slob, for how could he let that many dishes pile up like that? <br><br>When she was done eating she looked over at the pile of dishes and considered leaving them and going for a walk. She really could have used some fresh air right about then, but the night before was still so fresh in her mind, she didn't dare, much as she wanted to. Never being one to follow rules, this was going to be a difficult thing to adjust to, but adjust she'd have to. <br><br>After the long chore of cleaning up all the dishes, with two broken glasses in the mix which she would swear had been an accident, she headed up to his office and knocked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 02:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The knock echoed through the hallway. "Come in" the voice sounded over the reverberation. His door practically opened itself, revealing his office, in much the same state as it was the night before. Sitting behind the desk, Michael's hair was now neat and combed, his face clean shaven as well. He had a small pair of glasses resting on his nose while he fiddling with a thin circular chain. He was holding a pair of tweezers that held something no wider than thread. He was poking the substance against a link in the chain.<br><br>"I assume the dishes are done. So we should probably begin your training again." He touched the thread to the chain again, and it seemed to unlink itself and fall limp around his hand. He lifted the almost delicate looking thing up a little. "Put this around your neck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think....I think maybe we got off to a really bad start the other day. I don't know what you were told about me or why they sent me here, but its so I can complete my required studies. Don't you think it would benefit both of us if we actually got to know each other a bit? I mean, I just got here and you aren't really letting me settle in at all. I know it would help me if I understood you a bit better and I'm sure the same could be said for you"<br><br>She looked at the chain he held out to her but made no motion to take it. While she didn't know what it was, she had a feeling it was something she didn't want touching her.<br><br>"What is it?"<br><br>She couldn't say why, but she felt the need to take a few steps away from him as they spoke, in fact she backed herself right back out of the room. She really did feel that getting to know each other was in both of their best interests, okay more hers than his but then, she was the one who was subject to whatever other tortures he'd decide to devise on her so yeah, her own well being was her main priority. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 00:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks at her a moment, taking the glasses off and setting them down on the table. "I am not here to tell you about myself. I am hear to teach you. It's a good thing you ask questions...that's where you begin to learn." he clears his throat. "You simply need to be in a receptive state. That seems to be what you lack." he places the chain on his desk and stands up. "You prove this because you forget to address me as 'sir'."<br><br>His hand reaches out and finds her shoulder. He firmly grips it, holding her in place. "What do you think I should do about this offense?" he asks almost mockingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 01:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt her mouth go dry when he put his hand on her shoulder. Was he really going to insist that she address him as 'sir' with everything she said to him? Surely his ego couldn't need that much feeding, she thought. Rather than answer the question he'd just posed, she thought of something else that would need to be cleared up for the man was contradicting himself.<br><br>"Yesterday, you told me I wasn't your student, but your ward. Today you say that you're here to teach me, which would make me your student, so which is it......sir?"<br><br>While the day before her words might have been filled with attitude and contempt, today, they were softer and a little apprehensive. She really did think it important that she get to know him, it would help her understand him and how to relate to him. But it seemed he had no interest in that, as long as she did whatever he asked. Cassidy however, wasn't made that way, she didn't blindly follow orders, didn't know how to in fact, she questioned them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 03:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her questioning was slightly annoying, but he knew it was a good sign. It meant she wouldn't mindlessly follow everything he said. But that also meant he would be playing a long arduous game with her. Her sudden fascination with his personality would make that game even harder. He'd have to find a way to put an end to that.<br>His eyes narrowed slightly. "You can, in fact, teach a ward." he responded flatly. "A student is too informal for what we are doing." he lifted the chain back up and held it in front of her. "A student would not wear this." he pushed the chain at her. It was thin and silver, the links were almost invisible, giving the impression of a thin metal rope. There was no clasp on it, and it seemed only long enough to fit around her neck. "You will, without a doubt, wear this."<br><br><br>He stood patiently in front of her and displayed the chain silently. A moment later his voice softly said "put it around your neck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 03:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What part of her was it, she wondered, that caused her to push when her instincts told her to back off? She knew it would be wiser to let the matter drop, but he was starting to become a puzzle to her, and she had never been able to walk away from an unsolved puzzle. If anything, the day before should have had her keeping silent, but it wasn't in her makeup to be that way.<br><br>She looked at the silver chain he was dangling in front of her. His expression was certainly one that indicated she should take it and put it on. But one thing she'd learned already while here, is that things aren't always what they look like, and she'd not put one thing on her without knowing what it was first.<br><br>"What exactly is it? Sir"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 03:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael sighed. "It's enchanted with my constriction spell. This way I don't have to keep expending energy to restrain you. I can just give the command and activate it." the chain was now slipping in between his fingers, catching on a silver ring on his index. He grabbed the end with his thumb and forefinger, and lifted it in front of her. "I suggest you put this on now, or I will throw you in a detention cell, and let you think for a good long while why you should do what I ask of you."<br><br>His voice grew heavier with each word. His posture seemed to become more rigid and his eyes seemed to sink deeper and deeper into their sockets. "Now put the collar on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 14:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well with all due respect sir..." of which she didn't think at this point was any "I'm not a dog so I'm not going to wear a collar"<br><br>Her arms folded over her chest and her chin lifted defiantly, she may have been under his care, but that didn't mean he could treat her however he wished. Was he really that lazy that he felt he had to use an enchanted collar to keep her in place, and hadn't she done everything he'd asked anyway? What was the point of it? <br><br>Of course, the longer she stood there with him watching her, the less confident she felt about her choice to say no, subconsciously biting her lower lip.<br><br>"You don't need that anyway, I've done everything you've asked, its not like I'm going to run out the door"<br><br>Okay, she might depending on what he planned on next, but he didn't need to know that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 22:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A painful silence filled the room. Michael looked so intently at her, he seemed to glare straight through her. A wicked smile played across his face. "Thank you for calling my bluff." his eyes lit up once again, and the pressure around her neck returned. Except this time, it pulled her towards his open hands. He gripped her by the back of her neck, guiding her down the hallway while the spell pulled her wrists and neck to a restrained position. He used possibly more force than he should have to pull her and push her down the hallways and through the doors.<br><br>He pushed open the door to the large room. Runes lit up once more. This time the room looked different. The shape had changed, the floor was now a gray stone, and in the center was a metal grating on the floor. He pushed her to her knees and pulled the grating up, revealing an oubliette underneath. he dragged her down the stairs of the oubliette and dropped her on the ground. once he had her on the floor, he pulled the chain out and showed it to her. "I told you to wear this. I even allowed you to question why. But now that you defy my orders outright, you will stay down here for as long as it takes." he puts the chain around her neck, it connects and tightens around her neck to the tightness of a choker.<br><br>He released the spell, his eyes going back to their normal color. As soon as she was released, he snapped his fingers, and the spell seemed to return, pulling her wrists and neck towards the floor. This time his eyes didn't change at all, and she could feel the magic radiating from the chain around her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 22:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cassidy did her best to struggle as he marched her out of his study and into another room and all but threw her down the stairs. Was he really going to lock her up for not wearing that thing? He couldn't be serious, but every step they took told her he had been.&nbsp; The pressure she felt from the spell he was using to keep her to the floor wasn't painful, but quite uncomfortable so that she was able to do little but allow him to place that chain around her neck. <br><br>"As long as it takes for what? Why are you doing this?"<br><br>She felt a few tears from frustration sting her eyes but she'd be dammed if she'd let him get the best of her again. Again she tried in vain to push herself off of the ground but the spell was stronger than she was, a sign that his magic was levels and levels above her own. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 03:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His spine straightened as he loomed over her. He lifted a few of his fingers on one hand and moved them in a very specific manner. His command word was in some language she had never heard before. The magic wove itself around in front of her, visibly turning into a heavy wooden chest. The ornate lock and hinges seemed to be carved in silver, and the legs on the bottom were styled as clawed feet. He reached out and gripped it firmly. It was the length of his forearm, and maybe a hand's length tall. He placed it on the ground next to her.<br><br>"You are to stay in here for as long as it takes you to unlock this chest." he reached down and rolled her over, putting her on her knees, facing the box. "I've specifically geared the lock to repel Evocation and Transmutation. So you will have to use the <em>other</em> schools of magic." He didn't need to say outright what his voice implied. The schools of magic she wasn't good at. He'd intentionally altered the chest to make it difficult for her, but he hadn't thrown his full power into it. 'It should only take her a few hours to solve.' he thought. 'That should be more than enough time for her to twist in the wind.'<br><br>He strode up the stairs, closing the metal grating over the oubliette as he left. "I've put an alarm on it to notify me when you've completed the task. I won't be coming back until it is done." the runes grew dim on the walls, causing the light of the room to diminish. The chest sat in front of her, pulsing with magic as it seemed to stare back at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 04:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment he left she grabbed at the metal chain he'd forcibly put around her neck and tried to pull it off, but the metal was too strong to break, despite its thin nature. Fine, she thought, I'll wait till I can get my hands on something to cut it off with.<br><br>She stared at the box, she had no desire to play this game, whatever sick reasoning he had, he'd have to do it without her. For a solid hour she just sat there. The heavy sensation she'd felt from his spell or the chain, she refused to think of it as a collar, had also dissipated when he left, leaving her free to wander around the room, though it was completely empty, except for the chest she'd need to open.<br><br>She tried igniting it, she tried calling down a lightening bolt to the lock itself. She knew bits and pieces of other schools of magic, but none as well as that which allowed her to play with the elements. For a short while Cassidy sat there staring at the lock itself, that's when it hit her what she'd need to do. <br><br>It took three hours and all the energy she had inside of her to conjure the key that would fit that lock. Her skills in that arena were lacking quite a bit, at first the key she brought down was too large,&nbsp; then too small, getting the exact shape and size was harder than anything she'd ever tried to do. When she slid the key finally into the lock, the lock itself seemed to disappear along with the key, and moments later, the box itself was gone. Did that mean he'd come and let her out now? While she waited, she laid down on the ground, as uncomfortable as it was, and fell into a deep sleep from the energy she'd used.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 06:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finding her asleep on the floor, Michael opened the bars to the cell. He walked down the stairs, and sat down next to her. He sat silently, looking at her. She was clearly exhausted. She might not have been had she taken the path of least resistance. But she wasn't that type of person. She had to attempt to break it before she would try something as obvious as open it.<br><br>'The only tool in your toolbox is a hammer.' the thought crossed his mind, making him smirk. He began to think of how to wake her up. He could be nice, cruel, gentle, forceful...he eventually decided to conjure up a pint of water over her face, letting it drop onto her. Drenching her entire head. He reclined against the stone wall, and crossed his legs in front of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 15:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She woke with a scream as the water hit her face and brought her out of a sound sleep. Sitting up she couldn't help but glare at the man who had become the bane of her existence in only a few short days. It was impossible to mask the fury from her face at being woken in such a manner, but somehow she managed to bite back a verbal assault.<br><br>Once her mind had cleared a bit, she made a slight gesture with her hand and the air around her started to warm, and as she ran her fingers through her hair, it dried almost instantly. <br><br>"So is this how the old and inept amuse themselves? Or do you just have something against me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyebrows rose as she spoke. A smile spread across his face a mile wide. "Old and inept?" he crossed his arms in front of himself. "Being old and inept, I've had no trouble dancing circles around my young ward...what does that say about you?" His relaxed posture never tensing, never straightening. Just calmly enjoying her exasperation and distaste.<br><br>"You would have never finished this assignment at the academy. In one day I've already made you more responsive. You still need to work on your problem solving, though." he lowered his head, looking her up and down, her face still wet and bright red. "You might need work on your anger management as well." his smile plastered on his face to spite her. Seeing her actually reacting and no longer putting on a show for him sparked his interest. He suddenly was actively thinking of what to do with her, instead of going through the motions and resorting to old techniques. The collar around her neck and the outrage she had at it's presence was all the more amusing and intriguing to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd heard people mention her rather volatile temper in the past, though most attributed it to her red hair. She'd gotten into her fair share of trouble when her anger caused her to use the one skill she was truly exceptional with and that was her use of fire magic. <br><br>She got to her feet and looked over at Michael. What a waste she thought, to put that personality in that body, but then, it wasn't her problem and as soon as she could get out of here, she'd never give a backwards glance.<br><br>"I wouldn't have finished this assignment at the academy because it was a waste of time and they wouldn't have bothered with it. And your methods are archaic at best. The only thing I need to work on is getting a one way ticket out of this house and away from you!"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His laughter filled the room. He stretched his feet out in front of him, and could barely contain his enjoyment of her rage. "The Academy was right to send you here. You'd be hopeless anywhere else." he snapped his fingers and the chain began it's routine of restraining her. <br><br>Michael slowly climbed to his feet. He walked over to her as she was brought to her knees. He tilted his head and ran his fingers through her fiery red hair. "You know, you are pretty when you are angry." his smirk still clinging to his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was becoming more than angry as he forced her back down to her knees against her will and she jerked her head away when he ran his fingers through her hair. She still couldn't make heads nor tails of this man, but she knew for certain she'd have to leave this place the first chance she got, she couldn't survive the next few years here, she wasn't certain that he intended her to survive it.<br><br>"Why are you doing this? Its not my fault they forced you to take me in, why are you being so cruel? Do you get that much enjoyment from it?"<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 05:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He snapped his fingers and allowed the chain to release her. He found himself sitting on the stairs of the cell, reclining and resting his arms on the stairs on either side of him. His smile melted away. "I do enjoy it, and You have no idea how cruel I can be."<br><br>The runes on the wall began changing color again, the room becoming a deep shade of red. The door to the oubliette slowly disappeared as he spoke to her. "You are a spoiled little girl with far more power than she knows what to do with. Something comes easy to you, so you coast through life resting on your laurels." his brow began to furrow slightly as he spoke. "Simply having to use the muscles you have let deteriorate and wither must seem torturous to you. You never grasp for anything larger than yourself." his smile slowly came back. "What a small, simple world you live in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 13:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe I saw a bit of just how cruel you could be yesterday"<br><br>While she felt the restriction on her body lifted, she didn't make a move to get up yet, more fascinated with the way the room was changing colors by the runes. She knew she could learn a lot from him, the problem was, he wasn't really interested in teaching what he knew as far as she could tell. <br><br>"My world may be small and simple, but its my choice to live in it. This obviously isn't going to work so why don't you just let me go, and we can say it didn't work out, which it isn't. I don't want to be here, you don't want me here, so why force it?"<br><br>If he did let her leave, she wondered where she would actually go. Would the academy take her back or ship her off to someone just like him? She doubted there were worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 22:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The runes now changed to a shade of green, casting an eerie light on the both of them. The floor in front of her seemed to melt away into a solid piece of wood. It began lifting off the ground, forming long wooden legs underneath it. It slowly became a table before he spoke again.<br><br>"You choose to live in a box. It is my assignment to drag you out of that box, kicking and screaming." he walked over to the table and ran his hand along the rough wooden surface. It looked to be hundreds of years old, even though it had formed only moments ago. "Tell me. How often have you tried to talk your way out of a rough spot? Besides, I never said I didn't want you here." his smile became wicked for a split second.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 22:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You didn't have to say it, you've made it clear since the moment I stepped off the plane. I'm not stupid, I know where I'm wanted and where I'm not, and its not here. How I choose to live or not live, its not your problem"<br><br>When she was fairly certain he wasn't going to push her back to the ground again she got up and backed away from the table and him. The stairs up were still there but she noticed that the doorway had disappeared. Cute, she thought.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 08:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even with the amount of magic needed to perform the tasks he was performing, he was breaking a sweat. The room was almost thick with it as he spoke. The runes kept changing their colors, and he continued to lounge.<br><br>His eyes flickered as she backed away. The stone floor near the tables began to push upward into two mounds on either side of the wooden surface. The slowly formed into chairs and Michael sat in one of them, leaning back a little. he gestured to the other seat, pushing it out with his foot. "Do you ever get tired of being wrong? You ARE my problem. That is why you were signed over into my care. I have express orders and I am to follow them. It's my service. My duty." <br><br>Michael placed his hands on the table and leaned in. "How you live your life IS a concern of mine. When you became a caster, you took on a responsibility. I am going to beat that responsibility into you. Not because I don't want you here, not because I hate you. It's because I know the men they will call when you misuse your magic." his voice remained calm and level the entire time, going at a steady pace, losing the mirth it had a minute ago. His eyes became more and more severe as he spoke to her.<br><br>"Sit down." he ordered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Most of what he'd said to her went in one ear and right out the other. She had trained herself a long time ago on exactly how to look as though she were listening while tuning those bent on lecturing her out. But she also realized this was the most he'd said to her since she got here, the first time he wasn't talking to her as if she didn't have a brain in her head, but actually talking to her. <br><br>When he mentioned who they would call if she misused magic, well that got her attention. At the academy they were never discussed, something of an urban legend among their community, but deep down, they all knew it was true. There had to be someone who upheld the laws that pertained solely to the magical community.<br><br>She wondered, couldn't help but wonder, why him. The academy had hundreds if not thousands of former students they could have called upon, so why would they pick him? She wanted to ask him, but he was anything but forthcoming with information about himself and he had shown no signs of wanting any on her. <br><br>Her eyes never left his once he started speaking, he had her attention now, so she took a seat in one of the chairs he'd produced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The runes died out after she took her seat. Michael looked around the room, satisfied the room had changed to his needs. He turned back to Cassidy. he paced his hands back on the table. The light in his eyes flared up, and he began to see the colors around her head again. Images and thought appearing in three dimensions. "We are going to test you again. Brace yourself on the table."<br><br>He watched her silently for a minute, again seeking the opening he needed to strike at. It took much longer than he had the first time. Either she was more focused, or she had been scattered and fractured during yesterdays exam. "I want you to focus, and don't allow me to delve into your mind. I am going to probe deeper than I did yesterday." deciding to not hold back as much, he began to wonder if he would catch glimpses of her memories, or simply knock her out. Either way, best to push harder on her than let her think he would go easy on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 13:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't been prepared for this, but she knew she was more guarded than she had been the day before, that was one lesson she'd learned. He pushed in with the force of a hurricane into her mind, and she simply wasn't strong enough to push him out or block him, try as she might. <br><br>Cassidy however, was not throwing in the towel, and she wouldn't fail as easily as she had the day before, if for no other reason than to not see that smug look on his face again as he spoke to her, no, down to her. She couldn't keep him from her mind, that was true, but she found the tiniest of flaws in his own. If her thoughts appeared in colors and shapes, his appeared to her like locked doors. But one door, one door had a keyhole and she tried to slip right inside of it. As she slid through to the other side, everything went black.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The darkness gave way to a collage of images and words. Flashes of people crying or screaming, three dark forms standing in a circle, and a rust colored key, all appeared in an instant. They seemed to superimpose over each other. Before they could even fully form into pictures, she felt herself being pushed out. Colors formed again and the room appeared around her, and Michaels face glaring at her.<br><br>He snapped his fingers and the chain pulled her down onto the table. He stood up quickly, kicking the chair backwards before walking around to her side of the table. He placed his hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair. The runes on the wall lit back up, illuminating the room in a golden light. Her chair melted back into the ground, leaving her pinned to the table by the spell and Michaels hand.<br><br>His voice was ice cold. His hands were uncomfortably rough in handling her as his voice rolled out between his teeth."What did you see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 13:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast there wasn't enough time for her to have held on to any particular image or thought. There were flashes of images and swirls of sounds and she knew he' pushed her from his mind with enough force that it took her several moments to recover from it. Though by the time she had, he'd pinned her against the table demanding to know what she'd seen in his mind. <br><br>She couldn't quite think straight to answer him yet, and the pain building behind her eyes was excruciating. How did people ever do this without making themselves incredibly ill or crazy? It was a dangerous experiment, but she hadn't failed as badly as she had the night before, or had she? <br><br>What she needed was a glass of water and a few minutes to recover, not to be manhandled in this way, though as she leaned up against the table the thought did occur to her that she hadn't been able to keep him from her mind again, but, he had not been able to keep her from his either. When it became apparent he was not going to release her until she answered him, she took a few more breaths trying to steady herself before she did.<br><br>"I don't know, it was all so fast, just...just images of people I think"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 23:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand relaxed, and eventually let her go. A few deep breaths later, and he released the restraining spell on her. He figured she had been a fast learner, but hadn't counted on her learning this quickly. The fact that she had used his spell to push into his mind like a swinging door surprised him. Not only was she learning quickly, she might actually be able to specializing in counter spells and dispelling measures. He'd have to test this theory later.<br><br>"You were able to push past my spell and into my psyche. That's a major improvement from yesterday." he had to fight back the urge to punish her. If he punished her for doing something like this, it might solidify whatever she saw in his mind even more. He'd almost lot his composure once. She probably already knew something was off about his mindscape.<br><br>"If you have learned that much in one day, let's try another test. This one's verbal. I want you to tell me why I am doing all of this to you. Tell me YOUR reasoning, not just what you want me to hear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If this had been such an improvement from the day before, than why did he seem so angry with her now? She hadn't failed this time, was that what bothered him? That she'd done something right? The headache she felt from it was almost blinding, and she nearly slid to the floor when he'd released his hold on her.<br><br>Still holding on to the table for support she moved back over to the chair that she'd been yanked out of and sat down, rubbing her eyes and temples. She was so confused by moods that she didn't know if she was coming or going with him. Cassidy didn't think she'd learned all that much in one day, she hadn't planned to go into his mind, it had been a reflex, a reaction when she couldn't push hard enough to take him out of her mind, she escaped into his. She still didn't know what it was that she saw, but based on his reactions, she knew that it was something he didn't want her to know, she'd have to think about that later when she was in private.<br><br>"I don't know, from what you've said, you're being this hard so I don't misuse magic around the wrong people, but I don't believe that's your motivation. I wish I knew why, because....I think I could learn from you, but I don't understand you at all, or why you do anything you do"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He glared at her a moment and let the silence settle in. He planted his feet firmly, standing over her. He began mulling the entire thing over, furrowing his brow and folding his arms. She had said the same thing before, but she might only be parroting. She had a history of saying what people wanted to hear, just to get out of trouble. She might be telling the truth. She'd already stood up to him, and she had clearly lost that fight. He wasn't quite sure. It could have been the spell, it was fogging things up. He wasn't in prime form.<br><br>He chose to push on instead of ending the session. "You say you want to learn. But you don't believe I am here to teach." he leaned against the table, resting his hands on either side of him. "I'll let you request something of me. If I'll actually do it is another story." his gaze fell on her. "But I will continue to teach you as I see fit."<br><br>The weight of the chain around her neck began to slightly pull as he spoke. "So what is it you expect me to teach you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I said I thought I 'could' learn from you, not that I was here to learn. I also said I didn't think that the way you've gone about teaching is purely for teaching reasons, but I don't know what your motivations are, 'that' was the question you asked me"<br><br>The pulling sensation from the chain was starting to bother her, she'd done as he'd asked, and now she was being penalized for it? How was this fair? How was this going to teach her anything other than to distrust him, which she already did.<br><br>"When I first got here, I expected you to teach me better control of my skills, how to keep them under control regardless of emotions, because that's hard for me. Now that I've been here two days, I don't expect anything from you. All you've shown me is that you're a cruel man who has no regard for me at all, so if that's what I was supposed to learn...Sir...than you're an excellent teacher"<br><br>She supposed she'd gone too far with that, but she was never able to hold her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 12:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before she even finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the chain began to pull even harder bringing her to her restrained position. His mind was clearing and he was beginning to remember what he was doing. He dropped to his knees next to her and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head up.<br><br>"You do, of course, realize that was your only chance at speaking to me as an equal." his voice holds a slight laugh to it. He'd jumped ahead of himself. It had only been one day, and he thought he'd made a breakthrough. Now he was more annoyed with himself than her. He always jumped the gun, mostly because he never liked being caught off guard. At least he could channel that into the lesson.<br><br>"how about next time you mouth off like a child, I will punish you like a child. Spankings are coming back into fashion, you know." the laugh still hanging on every word, waiting to come out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 15:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face flushed both from the strain of the force he was using to keep her in place, and how he was speaking to her. She was also certain he was not the type to bluff either. <br><br>"What am I supposed to say to that? You asked me a question and then you get angry because you don't like the answer? You push yourself into my mind and then get mad because I used the only thing I had to fight back, as per your instructions. How is any of that fair? What are you trying to teach me then? If I do what you say, I'm in trouble, if I don't, same thing, whats the point?"<br><br>She was so frustrated she wanted to scream, but knew if she raised her voice or yelled, he'd only react to it, and the last thing she wanted was to push him further, for while she was loathe to admit it, she did have a fear of him, which was perfectly justified given the last day and a half.<br><br>"I just....I don't know what you want from me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 11:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mistake my reactions as anger." he shook his head at her. "There has been no wrath to what I do. Malice is not necessarily the intent here." his hands found his pockets. His stance in front of her became more relaxed. The runes began to turn red again and soon a chair oozed forth from the ground right behind him. His legs bent as he slowly slid down into the seat.<br><br>He crossed his leg in front of him, looking down at her as he folded his arms across his chest. "If I spend all my time explaining what is going to happen, we would never get around to the lesson. Besides, you wouldn't listen if I explained what I am going to teach you." the red lights dimmed as the magic stopped weaving. "I can continue on as I was just doing, or would you rather I go over some rules?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 17:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was able to relax a little when the pressure eased off of her neck and shoulders. She didn't think she'd mistaken anything when she had gone into his mind. She knew what anger was and he had felt it, the question was why. Had she seen something he didn't want her to see? She'd have to think about that in private.<br><br>"I'd rather you stop talking to me like a five year old. I'm not asking you to go over everything you plan to do in detail. And you're wrong, if you explained what you were going to teach me I 'would' listen, but you haven't explained anything"<br><br>Cassidy was trying her best to keep her voice level and calm so he couldn't accuse her of mouthing off again. She was rubbing her shoulders now that there was no pressure on them any longer.<br><br>"I guess if those are my only options, I'll take the one where you don't continue just as you were doing"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 09:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He clasps his hands together "Continue as we were doing it is!" he reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back and looking down into her eyes. A smile played across his face. "Did you really not see that coming?" he pushed her down towards the ground. his hand on the back of her neck. "Down here I don't have access to my artifacts and creations...so I am going to have to resort to some old fashioned methods." the excitement in his voice was becoming less and less veiled as he began to take the belt off of his pants.<br><br>He pulled the belt out and folded it over. He let the strap rest on her back while his other hand still held her down, gripping her tightly. His blood was pounding and his mind was racing. He was far more excited than he should have been. He was realizing now that he liked this aspect too much. He'd managed to avoid his sadistic tendencies until now, but having someone he can subject his punishments to, someone he was in charge of...it was proving too much temptation.<br><br>"I've been keeping count of how many times you've spoken to me, and how many times you forgot to address me as 'sir'." he dragged the leather down her spine. "If you can guess correctly how many times, I will only whip you half that amount. If you get it wrong, I'll double it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 16:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small bubble of fear welled up inside of her as he pushed her back on to the ground and more so when she saw him reach for his belt. He was going to hurt her again and she was powerless to stop him. She was certain it wasn't her imagination either, that she saw pleasure in his eyes at the thought of doing so. This was to be her life now? He'd let her think that they could have a conversation and then punish her for it when he doesn't like what she has to say? This was insane wasn't it?<br><br>She wanted to call him a bastard and a good deal more, but she also knew if she did it would be much worse on her. <br><br>"Sir please, I'm sorry I wasn't addressing you properly, I wasn't thinking, Please don't do this sir, please"<br><br>Her own voice made her sick, but self preservation won out over pride, and if there was a chance that begging would spare her the pain, than she'd do it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 09:29:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A shiver went down his spine as she begged him not to hit her. He was finding himself wanting this more and more. "You couldn't even muster a guess? Now I am just going to keep whipping you until I think you've had enough!" He dragged her to the chair, and bent her over it. "Grip the arms. If you let go, I will spank you until you can't sit for a week." his voice becoming a low hiss as he spoke.<br><br>The stance he put her in had her standing but bent over. He ran the leather strap up her leg, across her posterior, and up her spine. He took great delight in the touch. He was beginning to wonder if her unintentional invasion had sparked something old and forgotten in him. It had been so long since he'd done this, and it felt brand new and exciting to him once more. He was almost giddy.<br><br>"Where do you think I should flog you? Back?" he ran his hand down her back, emphasizing his point. "Legs?" he gripped her right thigh briefly. "Backside?" he slapped his hand across her soft muscle quickly before putting the leather against the back of her neck. "Perhaps somewhere else? Pick quickly, or I'll choose for you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:54:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The only choice she had, she realized was to cooperate, to accept this, but she couldn't wrap her mind around it to do so. He'd already proven he didn't bluff, it wasn't the punishments themselves she feared so much, but rather the way he'd looked when he'd pronounced it, that sent a chill through her. <br><br>She was vaguely aware that he had asked her a question and it was one she didn't want to answer, if she answered it, she was accepting what he was going to do, if she didn't, it would probably be worse. All she knew was her back was still burning from the day before, was this going to be a daily occurrence? She wouldn't survive it. "please sir, not my back again, please". She didn't know if that would suffice for an answer, she didn't care at this point, she just shut her eyes as tight as she could and prayed it would be over quickly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped a moment, almost hesitating. He ran his hand down her back, feeling the skin through the fabric. He'd almost forgotten his work the previous day. he lifted up her shirt a little, revealing her skin. His healing session had done what it needed, and the skin looked perfectly unmarred. He couldn't say the same for the muscles. She'd probably be building up a lot of tension from her first week at his home. He'd have to fix that all later.<br><br>"You never did guess how many times you forgot to say sir. I asked you a question, and you did not answer. So why should I not mark your back up again?" His voice calming down as he spoke. His composure was finding him once more, and he was sounding like he had the day before. His eyes were a little less manic, and his hands were not as hostile when he pressed them flat on her lower back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She practically jumped out of her skin when he moved her shirt a bit and ran his hand over her back. Under other circumstances, a man who looked like him, who had hands that felt like his, she wouldn't have complaints about them being on her, but like this, it only brought feelings of fear and if there was one thing Cassidy didn't care for, was feeling fear. <br><br>"Sir please, I'm sorry, I didn't guess because I was afraid to be wrong, I wont forget again, I promise, sir, I really do"<br><br>She would have promised anything just then to avoid further punishment. She really did think she had learned something already by the fact that she'd taken him off guard with the mind spell. If only he'd work with him instead of throwing things at her, maybe she'd learn better, but if it meant avoiding more of this, she'd do whatever he wanted at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 09:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You were afraid of being wrong?" His voice was slightly quizzical. "Instead of making a decision, you simply did nothing." he lashed her once on her back, very distinctly and sternly. The blow brought him back completely to the situation at hand. He was now aware of the room again, of her again. His mind organized itself in that instant, and he returned to the lesson.<br><br>He walked toward the wall, and ran his hand on the stone, running his finger along one of the runes. He turned to her. "I want you to activate this specific rune." His eyes leveled with hers as he spoke. He walked back towards her. "If you can activate it, without any knowledge of what it does, I will not strike you at all today."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 19:47:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On top of what she'd had to endure the day before, the lash to her back was almost more than she could take. She didn't cry out, though a small muffled sound came from her mouth which was clenched tightly shut. She couldn't win, doing as he said or defying him, she just couldn't win. <br><br>When he told her to activate the rune, she started to stand up to focus on it but stopped herself, remembering what he'd said about the chair. She wasn't going to take that chance. She waited until the sting died down a bit before she looked up at the rune and tried to see what it was or even how to do it.<br><br>If he did let her, she still wasn't sure that she could activate it, though she would search her memory for the classes she'd had on it. She hadn't paid any particular attention to it, but sitting there day after day, something was libel to have stuck she hoped.<br><br>"I would need to get up to focus on it Sir, may I?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He remained quiet, standing in front of her. He looked at her bending over the chair before slowly speaking. "You can inspect them closer." his voice fell flat. Her figuring out what to do with the glyphs seemed rather unlikely. She was assuming it was something you did <em>to</em> the runes. <br><br>He stepped away from the wall, clearing the way for her. The runes lit up once more as the chair melted into the floor again. His focus was rather fractured now, and he walked around her, barely glancing at her.&nbsp; He looked around the oubliette, realizing that he didn't have any of the tools he needed. He couldn't keep making the items, it would exhaust him. He allowed the door to appear to the room again, leaving it there so he could go above the grating and use the cabinets he needed.<br><br>But until then, he waited for her to make a move. Throwing her in the pool to teach her how to swim seemed to be working to some extent. She was putting up less of a fight than was anticipated. He'd most likely have her working above the skill of her peers within a week or two, baring some unforeseeable trauma. He ran through his 'lesson' plan as he waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she'd gotten permission to stand up, she walked over to the wall and placed her hand on the runes. The severe sting of the lash he'd given her was down to a mild one and she was able to look and focus. She tried going over several different things she thought she remembered from her classes, but they weren't working quite right. <br><br>First she'd tried an incantation that caused the wall to be covered in moss and when she tried the reversal spell the wall was clear but it was covered in a sheet of ice. She stood there frustrated for an hour as she tried every trick she knew before she was going to have to admit she didn't know how. She dreaded having to tell him she failed, or that she needed his help and guidance, but isn't that why she was there, to learn and he to teach her? <br><br>"Sir? I....I don't know how, I've tried everything I know, but I cant figure it out"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paced himself, letting the room fall quiet for a few moments before approaching her. "They are there to channel energy." he looked her in the eyes, noting how bright they looked, and how they had a hint of fear. No, not fear. anticipation. She seemed to always expect him to do something to her. He debated grabbing her, to emphasize his point as he spoke. After a moment of contemplation, he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing hard enough to hold her, yet not tight enough to constrict airflow. If she seemed to expect something, why not keep her expecting it?<br><br>"This room was made to enhance magic. You can use the most minuscule amount of force to create a full blown spell. You simply have to put the energy through the proper runes." his other hand ran up her back and gripped the back of her head, he turned it to face the wall. Pointing out the different types of designs they made. "If you learn to use the right ones in the right order, you can cast all day and never become exhausted."<br><br>He looked down at her again, his hands gripping her tightly. She had such beautiful expressions. He was starting to enjoy just shocking her for the faces he could get her to make. "So when I am casting, watch where I place the spells. You will learn from seeing it done. But don't you dare use them until I tell you to. Understood?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 15:05:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been afraid to tell him that she couldn't activate the runes. He had such strong negative reactions to everything she'd said or done since she got here, she was certain that telling him she failed in this was going to cause another reaction that would be unpleasant to say the least, for her. <br><br>Cassidy listened to him explain how the runes worked, and even though she felt some measure of fear with his hand around her neck as it was, he wasn't hurting her. She was trying to concentrate on his words rather than his actions, for she thought she was actually learning something and was eager to see how exactly it worked. <br><br>"Yes Sir, I understand"<br><br>Her eyes focused on his every movement, determined that she would understand how it worked and get it right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 09:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her determined face. The fear was apparent, and a little intoxicating to be sure. Yet her focus already seemed to be improving. 'Funny how you have to teach people the hard way for them to become effective.' he though. His hand slowly relaxed and released her. He turned to the wall and slowly, deliberately grabbed the forces around him, and in him, and wove them through each of the runes. They lit up, seeming to spring alive as he fed them the proper components. He wove slowly, allowing her to see what he was doing.<br>Once the lights dimmed, he was holding a wooden cane. The shaft was stained a deep maroon, and it's head was plated with polished bronze. He picked it up and spun it around a few times.<br><br>"did you see what I did?" he twirled the cane more. "I want you do what I just did. I want you to create something similar." he made sure to catch her eyes when he spoke the last sentence. "I want you to make a device to punish you if you act out again. Understood?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Education (Scrapmask &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 19:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was completely insane, she thought, not for the first time since she'd gotten here. What was wrong with him? Why had she been sent to this hell? She was truly beginning to think that it didn't matter what she did, right or wrong he was going to look for some reason or some way to hurt her. If she refused though, she shuddered to think of what he would do to her and barely whispered out "yes sir" before she stepped up to one of the runes.<br><br>She tried to mimic the motions and energy that he had put forth and was surprised to see the runes start to glow. She'd been paying very close attention while he was doing it himself and had tried to take it all in. One rune then the next lit up until they all light up in a brilliant light, though they hadn't lit up in the same order as they had when he'd done so. <br><br>As the lights dimmed she looked down at her hands and found she was holding almost an exact replica of what he'd created. There was a strong part of her that wished she'd failed in the attempt and another part of her that felt the pride that came with learning and accomplishing something new. She looked over at him to see if he had approved of what she'd done.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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