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(also, that was mean to talk about food. Now I’m hungry) XD
Good! Maybe go eat something? XP
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Callum
The other scullery children went quiet. Perhaps they were all tired of conversation and just wanted to finish working.
Callum shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t as if he knew any of them. He doused a pile of plates with soap, a melody playing in his head to pass the time.
A voice spoke behind Callum, without any warning. It was Chef LeQoi.
“Child, mon cher garçon, you have quite a knack for melting sugar, oui?”
Callum jumped. The shock rippled through his body like a thunderclap, and he barely had time to turn around and look into the frightening eyes of the master chef before he lost his balance.
Oh no, no… No!
There was nothing he could do. The moment of surprise had pushed him over the edge, and anything his body did next was involuntary.
His vision blacked out, and a second later, he keeled over.
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I just realize Callum is basically Nicholas Benedict. I am so unoriginal. I didn’t even notice until now
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Well, I guess I am devious then. Go eat.
Wilhelm
It is rude to ignore your friends. You might have known this. Wilhelm certainly did. But he also knew that sometimes it was best to drop a subject.
Especially when another one is pressing on one’s mind.
He caught sight of a professor. His stomach cramped and his head spun, but he made for the man anyway.
“Pardon me, sir.” Wilhelm stopped to the man’s right and bowed, shoulders straight and chin level. “I would like to know where the students may practice for skills at arms. Would you be able to tell me?”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
What??
Doesn’t Nicholas go to sleep when he laughs though? It’s not just any strong emotion. Or is it? I am not very knowledgeable in Narcolepsy.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
who controls prof? isn’t it @whalekeeper ?
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
and now I will eat. I just had to finish a chapter.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I am so unoriginal. I didn’t even notice until now
haha!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I think anyone controls professors, depending on who the professor is.
Am I right? @whalekeeper @QueenofMemes
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Yeah. I think Nick sometimes fall asleep because of other emotions, but it’s mostly laughter.
I pictured Callum to faint whenever he’s surprised, shocked, or frightened. And it’s a fainting spell, not sleeping, so he normally wakes up right away. It’s just blacking out for a short spell.
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@ellette-giselle @elishavet-pidyon
Y’all can create and control any professors you want! The only ones I should control by myself are the ones I create
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Whoops.
LeQoi
The child fell with unceremonious speed. LeQoi looked down at the crumpled figure on the floor and sighed patiently. It wasn’t everyday someone swooned at his feet, especially not as a natural response.
Perhaps the child could stay around.
“Let me know when he awakes.” He waved a long boned hand to the wide eyed audience. “In fact, send him over to me.”
He turned on his heel. The boy was likely overwrought from long hours at work. But he mustn’t keep collapsing like that. It was positively undignified and a hazard to any dish prepared. His lips pressed in a thin red line.
Rien ne perturbe le chef cuisinier.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Callum
Callum woke up dizzy. His ears buzzed. Hot water soaked his shirt and knees, and he slowly found himself to be on the floor in a puddle of water.
Oh, right. The chef had deigned to speak to him.
His face flushed with embarrassment, and he clutched his head, trying to regain his sense of balance. He stumbled back to his feet.
The other scullery children backed away and made room for him. Their wide eyes followed his every move.
What was Callum going to do? He had fainted – in front of a master chef, no less. He had only been in the kitchen for a few hours.
So much for trying to fit into the kitchen staff.
Maybe he should give up this idea. He was too skittish to ever become a high-ranking, world-class chef. It was a weird thing for a nobleman to want to do, anyway. Noblemen were supposed to study politics and let other people do manual work.
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Aye, aye!
I think this is the art professor…. XD
@ellette-giselle @RPersMaster Gaius Quentus Aemilius, Don of Visual Art and Music
Born in a land of vineyards and volcanoes, Gaius has a deep appreciation for natural beauty and a passion for inspiring his students with a sense of the aesthetic. Is always pursuing another field of art. Has refined his personal style for years, and is known in the art world as Q Aemilius. Is not the leading professor in music, but has a large presence in the program.
Cannot dance to save his life. Eats an inordinately balanced diet. Has a hobby of tracking down/recreating mythical paints. Speaks ten languages but refuses a place in the linguistic department as it would take away time from art and his students. Has stained every last one of his robes with paints. Helped redecorate half the building in a recent remodel. His best friends are the Math don and the Music don. He was actually a noble himself, but his home kingdom fell to a rival faction, so he devoted his life to instruction rather than politics.
Anyone can write him, but I don’t mind writing him either.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
@ellette-giselle @MasterGaius_DonofArts
Wilhelm
The professor bowed back. His thick black hair curled around his head like sheep’s wool. When he straightened, he stood no taller than Wilhelm did. The man studied them with twinkling black eyes.
“You are warriors, are you? Beginning your day with a taste of battle? Well, my friends. I would go first to the Gymnasium, then perhaps to the stables just beyond it if you wanted to ride.” He pointed down a hall. “Follow that straight until you meet a blue window. There turn left and follow that passage outside. The Gymnasium should be right before you.”
“Thank you.” Wilhelm dipped his head and turned in the way the man had indicated. Surely he could follow instructions as clear as that.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
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