Roger's Academy for the Unknown [RP]

Zed was amused by her request. He let out a light chuckle. "Of course, take a few. They'll grow back." He gazed curiously at her. "Now, what is it that I get?" he asked politely, intrigued by her earlier behavior. Zed was sure that he'd never met the girl before. So, what did she know about him, and how did she know it? These questions needed to be answered, for his safety. But, more so, for her safety. It wouldn't do anything for his reputation at this new school for him to have to smite someone who turned out not to be a liability.
 
Ash blinked surprised at his permission only to pick out a few nice ones for her mother, and maybe one or two for herself. Moving one under her nose slightly to tickle it purring some, wondering what kind of monster was he. Harpy? Part bird or crow perhaps? When he asked her what he got she merely gave him a curious look. “How to listen to nature, you said so yourself . . . unless I misunderstood . . .” her golden eyes slowly glanced him over as if waiting for him to try to contradict himself.








Huffing once more she motioned in the direction she last saw the boy. “I showed him a nice sunny catnap spot and he goes playing his music. Then he gets all ‘we’re nothing alike’ cause I asked him if he listened to anything sides that noisy box of his.” She frowned really upset with that . . . all she wanted was to make a friend and the fact someone would pick the stupid tech stuff over that or the beauty of the world as it was annoyed her. “Why does everyone prefer stuff like that over flowers and grass and trees?” She glanced to him actually wondering if he had the answer. “But you said you were just listening to nature . . . seemed distracted because of it even . . . so you get it right? How to enjoy and respect it.”
 
Sitting down, Zed replied. "I do enjoy and respect nature. Its voice is truly beautiful. However, you must understand as well. Father created all that is, including the "tech stuff", as you call it. Music itself, no matter its origin, is the embodiment of one's life and spirit. Those who are in tune with nature can hear and appreciate its soothing melodies. However, even those who don't hear it aren't to be scorned. They hear the music of their life. What is music but the ultimate expression of one's spirit and devotion? After all, I would know. I am the school's resident angel."
 
“Father?” That term seemed to confused Ash . . . her father didn’t create everything and this person’s dad . . . well that would make him very old if he did. “I think you sound crazy.” She laughed not meaning to be cruel with her words merely teasing him a touch. His words on music had her even more confused and she slowly found herself sitting next to him. “It’s not nice though, to listen to it and forget everything else. And the tech stuff . . . well it isn’t made through harming things at least . . . but . . .” She paused . . . music of their life . . . maybe she didn’t understand what music really was from the sounds of it. “To listen to it all the time . . . to not be able to hear anything else cause you’re listening to it.” Of course when he spoke of what he was she merely tilted her head. “I never met a angel before, is that some type of bird?” She smiled her hand gently petting the feathers she had collected earlier from him. “Thank you for these by the way . . . mother loves feathers, to chase and play with . . . and these are the nicest I ever seen . . . I’m going to mail most of them to her as a gift.” She paused feeling foolish adding the last bit but didn’t want to mislead him with her words. “Course . . . I may keep one or two for myself as well. If that’s alright.”
 
"They are yours to keep. Do with them as you wish." With an amused look, Zed responded, "And no, angels are not birds. We are the children of our father, the Lord himself. Don't misconstrue what I said. While it's true music is the embodiment of your spirit, the true purpose of the universe is the continued harmony of these spirits. That state cannot be balanced unless one interests himself or herself with the affairs of all the world, not just his or her own."
 
Ash paused trying to follow what he was talking about but he was just too confusing when it came to her understanding. She knew nothing about this father or Lord, and she merely looked at him studying him as if doing so may give her an answer that his words did not. He sure was an odd one, and she started to wonder what year student might be never seen him before so not having a clue that he was in fact a teacher. “I don’t get a thing you’re talking about.” She said honestly wiggling her nose some. “I just know that most don’t respect nature . . . they pave over it or cut it down and ignores it’s cries and pain. “ Ash had not known anything about religion, her parents never teaching it and it being more of a human thing for the most part most the school didn’t cover it either.
 
"Allow me to educate you. The world, in fact the universe, and everything in it was created by my father. We, the angels, were created at the beginning of time to watch over all of existence. I chose to come here, to the planet Earth. Nature, itself, was created by my Father. I remember a time when it didn't exist, but that would be to hard for you to imagine, I suppose. While it is true that most don't respect nature, the inverse is also true. When my father created Nature, she was the most beautiful thing that we angels had ever seen. However, she was also the most spiteful, and when Father created the humans, his crowning glory, she spoke out against them. For this, Father dimmed her voice. So, now, she can only be heard by those who truly listen. Her temperament has gotten better over time. However, it is Father's decision when to release her voice." said Zed, all the while looking up at the sky. His eyes, however, seemed to be looking past the sky, somehow.
 
Ash took in his words, his story only to frown not liking it. “I don’t like him . . . he seems mean.” She spoke of this so called father only to shake her head ashame. “He should take better care of her, the mother earth . . . and he let the humans hurt and walk all over her of course she would cry in pain . . . yet he sounded bias and took their side.” Huffing she crossed her arms with a nod as if she understood the story perfectly. Slowly she moved a hand to stroke a nearby flower listening to it before smiling. “Sides . . . that’s just one story it seems . . . I think you’re talking of one of those religion thingies right? Dad says religions are made up by lonely people and the gods are just their imaginary friends.”
 
"Your father is quite the parent. However, gods are not imaginary, although they may seem that way to you. I should be proof enough of his existence. I'd gladly speak to your father about it. To answer your question, yes, it is a religion. However, a religion is just the humans' way to express their devotion to my father. He had no bias. Nature herself was acting up. She can't presume to be the greatest of his creations." said Zed, with a lightly admonishing tone.
 
Ash moved to gently stroke the grass with her fingers as she leaned forwards some. Still not liking this father guy, in fact the whole talk started to seem creepy in ways. “Mother used to have an Egyptian religion . . . still has some of the stuff for it. She says anything that traps you and keeps you from freedom especially through using fear isn’t good. If your father traps people just because of what they say . . . he’s not good . . . he’s not nice . . . he’s being mean and forcing his way.”
 
"I'm afraid you don't seem to comprehend the nature of my words. He created everything. The very concept of being mean, of fear, everything was made by him. Father even made the very thoughts going through your head. Perhaps, if you had met Nature during the first few millenia of her life. She wasn't the nicest creation on the block. But, let's not get hung up about my father. His will is incomprehensible by even his children. The chance that you would completely understand is nonexistent. Let's talk about what brought you here. Perhaps, I have you in one of my classes."
 
Ash frowned some at his words, of course she didn’t understand it sounded like a big made up story to her. Neither of her families fell under the belief as long back as she knew them not even her grandparents. Were Angels the type of creatures that twisted words and created illusion to make up such things? When he asked why she was there she merely shrugged. “The same reason everyone else comes . . . to learn. My parents came here and now it’s my turn . . .” She glanced to him uncertain when he spoke of his classes. “Wait . . . you’re not a student?” How could a teacher speak weave such tails and be allowed to stay . . . of course then when she thought of Kibeth . . . made perfect sense . . . this school was always weird. “You must be new . . . right? I didn’t see you at all last year.”
 
"Yes, I'm the new history teacher. I am new to teaching, but I qualified seeing as I have lots of field experience. Being born at the beginning of time gives one a lot of chances to do ones homework." says Zed with a laugh. "I realize you don't truly believe what I said, and that is fine. If you want corroboration, ask anyone else at this school. But, don't let who or what I am sour your time here. Just enjoy yourself." he said, giving her a sidelong glance with a smile.
 
Now Ash was getting quite enough from him, his arrogance and it was starting to come off as obnoxious even. She wasn’t dumb really, just didn’t know much when it came to tech or more of the human base stuff. A smirk crossing her face as an idea came to her mind. “Maybe you just THINK you were born at the start of time . . . and it was just an alt dimension. Maybe that’s how angels are taught and learn, to keep them in check . . . I heard some creatures are treated like that.” She frowned at his words only for him to add a bit of kindness at the end and for her to feel guilty for her words. “I don’t dislike what you are . . . I don’t know what you are in away . . . to me you’re just a really pretty bird or creature . . . I just don’t like how you seem to tell me stuff that doesn’t make sense. That seems cruel in ways only to tell me it’s not as if you know for a fact it isn’t. If you saw it any other way . . . not how you learnt it to be . . . would you still think the same?”
 
"Don't you think I have checked. Father made everything, everything. I've checked. If someone showed me to be wrong, then I'd agree with them. It is your choice whether you believe me or not. I'm showing you another way of looking at things, other than the way you learnt it. Do you still think the same?" Zed asked with a slightly more serious voice. "You don't have to be familiar with humans or their technology. The fact that Father exists and that he created what he did is universal. There is no alternative, although, I kind of wish that there was. He isn't a normal father, at least not one that anyone would want. But still, his job is undeniable."
 
Ash paused at his words glancing to him worried. Something seemed wrong, and she found herself moving closer only to try to hug and comfort him. “It’s okay.” She said softly to him sure she didn’t understand . . . but that didn’t mean she couldn’t worry for him right? “I know it’s another way to see . . . but I don’t like it and it seems cruel and unfair and less freeing . . . so I don’t plan to look that way. Can’t you do the same if you don’t like it?” She asked softly a hand moving to subconsciously paw at one of his wings if he let her really liking their feel. “There are many gods out there you know . . . lots of things follow them . . . it’s why father tells me not to worry about them. It’s just a wage for power I think . . . an arrogance thing . . . so I let them be and prefer to live happily the way I was raised. If you don’t like it . . . or the sounds of it . . . why do you still think of it? Why don’t you just say forget that and move on?”
 
"I suppose I could try that." said Zed thoughtfully. Then, carefully freeing himself from Ash's hands, he said, "We probably shouldn't be seen like that. You know, student-teacher relationships. However, you're free to come see me in my office anytime. I find that conversations with you are... most interesting." said Zed. He turned around to walk off, went a few feet, and said over his shoulder, "You should get to your dorm, unpack, and get to class. Don't want to be late on the first day of a new year!"
 
Ash merely tilted her head at his words . . . only to laugh as it clicked. Was he even more innocent than her at times? “You’re silly to boot.” She grinned kind of liking the idea a teacher may be more innocent than most claim her to be. “Friends can hug and comfort.” She spoke only to shrug knowing some were uncomfortable with touch. “I guess this means I can’t pounce you randomly either.”








When he talked about her visiting and liking her conversations . . . he did mean like right? To find something interesting and ask for more meant you liked them? She couldn’t help smile a touch. Only for him to go all teacher on her more than friend like and she sighed standing to brush herself off. “We are friends right?” She asked glancing back to him slightly. “I wouldn’t mind if you were the first friend I made at this school . . . even if you are all against me skipping classes and enjoying it out here at times and will probably end up punishing me off and on . . . I guess I could forgive that if it happens since you would just be doing your job.”
 
[[OOC: I am so so so so sorry. D: I hadn't meant to disappear for so long, I just found myself tied up in all this work I've had to do this week. I'll try to post more consistently now!]]


The strange faced form didn't seem able to cease its compulsion to follow her, it just kept falling to its whims. Its odd, unusual presence that had appeared from nowhere now seemed bent on staying and following her. An odd and unusual thing made for an odd and unusual...being. But such thoughts never lingered long, for thinking and pondering upon further subjects meant procrastination for her original goal! With a slight tilt of her chin upwards, the glossy blue of her eyes staring towards it in an unsettling manner for just a few moments longer, Cold turned slowly and continued her walk which was now settled back into its monotonous pace only slowed down just enough so that she was within ear shot of the creature.


"If you shall follow...


Then do so. But I care not.


I have things to do."


The delicately crafted tips of her fingers ruffled around inside of the pockets of her skirt, withdrawing to show a folded sheet of paper within her fingertips, folded. Unfolding it swiftly, eyes scanned the print for just a moment before she stopped and turned around, holding out the paper with the numbers of her room printed upon the white paper.


"You may be of use.


Where do I find this room here?


It is my first step."
 
After a long time of wandering, Ryoko finally stopped. "Okay, I've been wandering around this place for at least 3 pages. Look, can someone please give me directions to where I need to go? Anyone? How about you, Alexina, could you just show me where the teacher's meeting thingy is? I have collective knowledge from many dimensions, but I can't find a single room." He said, freaking out some of the people within hearing range.
 
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