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Tyler's new teaching buddy had skipped the welcome picnic, which was not a life choice Tyler had the slightest dispute with. And, with one thing and another, it was Tuesday night before their schedules lined up for an orientation meeting.

He brewed an extra-large pot of coffee, set some Oreos on a plate, and waited for his guest. He hoped nobody had scared him off just yet.

[For ze vampeer or housemates only please.]

Date: 2009-09-02 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He came a little later than expected, knocking on the door with the air of one somewhat fatigued. There was that extra hitch, the slightly longer note that gave him away.

Date: 2009-09-02 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He nodded in the affirmative, pulling a bottle of (very good) wine from the crook of his arm in offer to his host. Some things might have changed in the world, but Nick was an old man in more ways than one.

"Tyler," he greeted with a bow of his head, "thank you. A pleasure to meet you. My apologies for missing the picnic. I'm afraid it was... impossible for me to attend."

But he stepped in.

Date: 2009-09-02 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"Wine, please," he said quickly, trying to ignore the smell of coffee. Away from Natalie and her treatments, he was back to being slightly queasy at the thought of normal food.

Wine could be dealt with, especially by adding to it.

"I hope this isn't too much of an imposition. But I didn't want to go into the classroom without some sort of... primer. It's been a while since I taught professionaly."

Date: 2009-09-02 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He accepted his glass with a short lift of appreciation before he sipped at it. Oh yes, he'd need to add blood soon or he'd be excusing himself to the rest room.

"Start at the beginning, I suppose. Or perhaps..."

He turned his head towards the door, towards the town at large.

"Do people... regularly get dragged off to the theatre to perform?"

Date: 2009-09-02 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He shook his head, though he noted the 'red pajamas' for later.

"No. A bedraggled looking man in a black coat. Sophie called him 'Geoffrey'."

Date: 2009-09-02 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"He called me 'Henry Breedlove' and then he asked me to play MacFinlay. I... have played the part before" oh, just a few centuries ago, "and so I decided to humor him. It was... an experience, certainly. The young woman playing Lady MacFinlay was very talented."

Date: 2009-09-02 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
That got a chuckle out of him.

"Yes, I think so. If only to keep the poor man from finding someone else."

He sipped again at the wine before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small flask. He poured it into the wine glass, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He'd found that some things hidden in plain sight were best.

The wine was much better after he'd tucked the flask away.

"A patron of the arts, then, as opposed to an artist. I've done both, honestly."

Date: 2009-09-02 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
Oh, it was certainly medical. It would keep him from having an averse reaction to the wine, after all.

"The Scottish Play is one of the bloodiest," he said with a toothy grin, "though once you get into that period, you'd be amazed at the kind of violence you see. Amusing, considering what people complain about being on television today."

His head tilted and he glanced at Tyler.

"About... destruction?"

Date: 2009-09-02 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"This semester, yes," he agreed, sipping at the wine glass again, "something between art history and art-in-practice."

He didn't comment on the blowing things up and the fighting. He just assumed the man had military experience.

Date: 2009-09-02 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"I've always believed in hands on learning," he said with a smile, thinking back to some of his own lessons. LaCroix had insisted on the best, after all, especially when it came to art. Other lessons had also been hands on. Hands on, fangs on, blood on your coat...

He'd lived an interesting life, really.

"It's easy for students to lose the relevance without it."

Date: 2009-09-02 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He shook his head.

"No. I would... assume that was your job, as my 'teaching buddy'."

Yes, the word 'buddy' sounded foreign in his mouth. Not disdained, but strange.

Date: 2009-09-02 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
...

Oh God.

And that stung, but not as much as this might.

"I... see."

Yes, he sounded cool and calm and collected but whoo boy, there was going to be some cow drinkin' tonight. Then--

"Werewolf?"

Date: 2009-09-02 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
Between the ghost house, the demon, Divia, his experiences with Joan of Arc, the fact that he'd had a near death experience not once but twice, and the strange Black Buddah statue...

"I've experienced my share of oddness."

The mention of telepaths got a reaction, though, and not a positive one.

"There are psychic children among the students?"

That was worry. That was lots and lots of worry. Mostly for the kids; no one deserved the kind of horror show in their brain that being around him could cause.

Date: 2009-09-02 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He looked troubled.

"I've... had experiences with those kinds of gifts. My presence can be... harmful to them."

And by that, he meant that one had had horrible visions and nightmares until her own stubborn timing had gotten her shot and the other one had delved so deep into his sins that she'd become a killer herself before dying.

"I will have to hope that none of them have signed up for my class, then. Or... seek assistance from the principal about the matter.

Date: 2009-09-02 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He eyed Tyler for a moment, considered the dangers of the truth, and decided that if he caught onto anything more than what Nick explained, he would take steps then.

"Nightmares. Strange, confusing visions. Dark, violent impressions."

He glanced down at the wine glass for a moment before taking another sip, trying to say what he needed to say without saying what would get him a visit from the Enforcers.

"It has... resulted in a death. A young woman, Marion Blackwing. She went mad from it."

Denise had been horrified, but after he'd been able to explain to her, she could get past him to the case at hand. Her death was still on his hands, but not because of her gifts.

He took a long sip from the glass.

Date: 2009-09-02 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
His eyes were a touch haunted as he looked over at Tyler.

"I... should hope not. What I have been, however, that is another matter."

Date: 2009-09-02 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He bowed his head in apology.

"I... wouldn't have brought it up if not for my concern for the children."

A wry little smile.

"Sorry."

Date: 2009-09-02 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"That is... probably for the best," he had to admit.

"And hopefully, it won't come up."

HAHAHA, omg, Nick did you forget how your luck works? WHO was on the Titanic again?

Date: 2009-09-02 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
"I know how to use it. I have a computer, a phone, all the usual accouterments..."

And a home theatre system most people would drool over. Let's not even get into the remote control window shades.

Nick was there. And decided best idea was to take the little statue whose curse supposedly caused it. The Brick strikes again.

Date: 2009-09-02 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
...yeah, that happens.

"Not at the moment. I... won't take up too much of your time, but I will be in my office on Wednesdays for the entire day if you'd like to check in."

Date: 2009-09-02 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsobadatall.livejournal.com
He stood, finished what was in his glass, and offered a bow before placing the empty wineglass onto a table.

"Thank you."

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