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Announcin' the first official meetin' a' the W'wizard Appreciation Society
Eridan sat in the room he’d reserved in the student union. Frankly, he was terrified. He’d put up more flyers about his club, and crossed his fingers that at least someone would turn up to talk about wizardly goodness. Maybe if there were enough people there they could do a Harry Potter Read-Aloud or something! Yeah! That would be cool!
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Announcin' the first official meetin' a' the W'wizard Appreciation Society
Eridan sat in the room he'd reserved in the student union. Frankly, he was terrified. He'd put up more flyers about his club, and crossed his fingers that at least someone would turn up to talk about wizardly goodness. Maybe if there were enough people there they could do a Harry Potter Read-Aloud or something! Yeah! That would be cool!
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Nibbling his lip, he pushed the paper closer to her, not sure how to feel about that almost-touch. He kinda liked it, but Eridan Ampora was not a smooth dude. Frankly, neither Ampora was in his opinion but Ara probably hadn't met Cro yet.
You're asking us to do what now?
"One could argue that the Golden Ass was just another epic poem and not an actual novel as defined by our modern perception. I think we should mention that as well. And since we’re talking about how these civilizations influenced the modern age, mentioning common misconceptions would be great."
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"Only Apuleius w'wrote it in prose, an' not dactylic hexameter or anythin' else that marks it as an epic.." He frowned and started scribbling on the page again. "I could w'write a damn essay about misconceptions a' the ancient w'world from modern-day America." In fact, that might be a good final paper.
"Is there anythin' you w'want to add here?"
You're asking us to do what now?
"One could argue that the Golden Ass was just another epic poem and not an actual novel as defined by our modern perception. I think we should mention that as well. And since we’re talking about how these civilizations influenced the modern age, mentioning common misconceptions would be great."
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"Yeah, though...." He frowned and put his pen down. "It's actually kind of a misconception as to how'w close or not Roman an' Hellenic religions w'were..... Anyw'ways, yeah, Tale a' Genji is pretty squarely mediewal by European standards." Besides, the Golden Ass predated Tale of Genji by a couple of centuries, but oh well.
"I do think the parallels are a good idea."
You're asking us to do what now?
"Make sure you note that a lot of Roman aspects where influenced by the Greeks, especially religion and that China also invented porcelain. I was going to suggest the world’s first novel, The Tale of Genji, but that wasn’t exactly during ancient times" She crossed her arms and tilted her head, "There are a lot of parallels we can draw between each." She leaned over him to scribble down the name of each civilization and drew a long connection them with notes about similarities. "Make sense?"
#academicarchaeologist#rp#sorry i keep correcting things but this is what i (as the mun) studied in college and i have feels
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"I'm just startin' w'with Rome on account that's w'what I know'w best. I plan on addin' in Greece, Egypt, an' probably China. Ancient Chinese knew'w a hell of a lot about salt production an' politickin'." She was free to pipe up whenever and he would add her ideas down as well as his.
You're asking us to do what now?
She scooted closer to look over his shoulder at his answers, letting noises of appreciation. He was very intelligant and if they ended up paired together again, she wouldn’t be upset in the least. “We should include some things about ancient Greece as well. What do you think?”
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Eridan, but it was kind of a weird name.
"Pff, yeah at least w'we hawe each other." Someone that he could actually respect and didn't make him want to tear his hair out. Idly he began scribbling things down, starting with Rome because that was painfully easy.
You're asking us to do what now?
In general, Eridan liked his Ancient Civilizations class. Sure, it was all material he sort of mostly knew, but being able to throw ideas around with the professor and the other students taking the course as a formality was really nice.
Except for today. Today the professor was being awful and going lower than the lowest common denomination. The discussion question for pairs: ‘in what ways has the ancient world socially influenced our own.’ Thank cod he’d been paired up with someone intelligent, that girl he’d met at Peixes’ party. A… Ara…. Ara… something. He’d stick with Ara for now.
"So is it just me or is this a fuckin’ stupid assignment?"
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It should be noted that those DnD games were fan-fucking-tastic on account of the sheer number of wizardly items that got thrown into those games.
'Real groovy time.' Really, Cro? Eridan quirked up one eyebrow over his glasses and scowled again. "An' w'what are you hopin' to study here? Because I doubt w'we'll be in the same department, let alone any a' the same classes. Also the last person to host a party here was Peixes. Meenah Peixes." Not that Eridan really remembered much of that party but still.
"Also, Cro. Newer fuckin' call me 'kiddo' again."
With that he grabbed one of his dumb cousin's dumb bags and marched off to the boys' dorm. Stupid, lousy, good-for-nothing greasemonkey of a cousin....
Eridan => Be that 'foxy mama'
Haha, this guy is a freaking RIOT. To be honest, you and your cousin used to get along real well. (You’re not even going to mention the LAME D&D campaigns that you MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE indulged in with a CERTAIN LAME COUSIN who you MIGHT BE CONVERSING WITH AT THIS VERY SECOND, no you’re not even going to skim that particular topic, no sir.)
Squint. He’s not really happy about that whole ‘getting enrolled thing, that’s kind of apparent. You’re not quite sure but it’s hard to tell if there that slight contempt is layered with the most thinnest and platonic admiration, because usually every time this kid sees you he gives you a countenance that is painted in a heavy tint of DISAPPOINTMENT.
You don’t care though, he’s a total DWEEB.
(Maybe you care a little.)
A sly chuckle bubbles in your throat as he inquires in the status of your enrollment. You lean your forearm on his shoulder and grin, patting your own chest.
"Enrolled, for sure little buddy. Oh, you and I are goin’ to have a REAL groovy time together. Say, if there’s ever any parties around this lame joint, do you mind bein’ my wing man?"
Not that he’d be a real good wing man. But still, it’s good to have that option available even if you’re not going to utilize it. A party is not complete without you getting a wing man. Not that you doubt your unbridled charm, you just think having a bro there to help you get laid makes it ten times easier and much more convenient. (No one ever said you weren’t a douche. No but, seriously no one ever said that, hahah.)
> CRONUS: Get him to carry your shit to your dorm.
Really? You’re really going to make him carry your bags? Dude, you really are a lazy SOB.
"How’s about we cut the yappin’ and you help me bring my bags to my dorm, kiddo."
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Cod fucking damnit, that was the stink of hair grease. And cologne. Eridan wuld and could recognize that combination of scents anywhere, not that he wanted to have such a skill.
After retrieving his book, Eridan grumbled and finally greeted his cousin.
"Oh my cod, w'what the fuck, Cro?!" Handsome and charming his very nice, skinny-jeans-clad ass. Okay, fine. For all that he pretended to have disdain for the greaser, Eridan really did love his cousin. And it was a pleasant surprise to see him. On a university campus no less.
"W'wait, shit, are you enrolled?"
... He just said that he was, Eridan. Learn to listen.
Eridan => Be that 'foxy mama'
Not only was the smell of expensive hair gel presumably wafting in the area, but also the smell of tacky and strong cologne, which you douse onto yourself because it’s the scent of a MAN. At least it’s better then smelling like motor oil and rejection.
Haha, you were just totally served by your narrator, hell yeah.
Anyways.
> CRONUS: Approach the random broad with a sweet ass.
Your luggage is dropped like last weeks newspaper, pomp slid back as smooth as clockwork, leather jacked popped like a proper 1950S-STYLE GENT. You’re going in for the metaphorical kill, you’re going to woo this lady, which is sad because you literally just got here, in fact, you didn’t even set a foot into the freaking building. You’re going to lay down the slickest and cheesiest of lines down, you’re going to—
You’re going to fucking stop mid step because that’s your fucking COUSIN.
"Uh."
The invisible gears in your noggin turn and something clicks. You were scoping out your freaking cousins ass, it’s your first day of fucking university and you’ve already made a gargantuan idiot out of yourself, congratulations Cronus Ampora, you’re the MAN.
> CRONUS: Play it off cool-like. You’ve got this. All hope is not lost. You step beside Eridan, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Whoa, you are never goin’ to FREAKIN’ BELIEVE what handsome and charmin’ cousin of yours enrolled here, sport.”
He’s really in for a great surprise, isn’t he?
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Why yes, Eridan's ass did in fact look fantastic in those black skinny jeans. HOWEVER, the tome that he'd dropped was a history textbook, not a biology textbook. And... oh yeah, he wasn't a chick.
With a very put-upon huff, he bent over to pick the damn thing up, clearly displeased about having to tote it with him from the library to his dormitory.
Lousy, good-for-nothing, pox-ridden brick of paper!
.... That wasn't the stink of hair grease, was it? Clearly he was imagining things.
Eridan => Be that 'foxy mama'
> CRONUS: Arrive. Try not to be a flashy douche about it.
Impossible. You’re already a flashy douche by nature. You grab your bags, fumbling them around as you make your way to the big double doors of the University and look at it with the wonder of a child who’s just seen snow for the first time, or a greaser in the making who’s just got his first bottle of high quality hair grease.
You simply stand at those doors. Looking.
So this is it, or whatever. University.
And, that is ONE hot broad who just dropped her bio text book, hello, foxy mama.
No, stop that, find your dorm you jackass.
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You're asking us to do what now?
In general, Eridan liked his Ancient Civilizations class. Sure, it was all material he sort of mostly knew, but being able to throw ideas around with the professor and the other students taking the course as a formality was really nice.
Except for today. Today the professor was being awful and going lower than the lowest common denomination. The discussion question for pairs: 'in what ways has the ancient world societally influenced our own.' Thank cod he'd been paired up with someone intelligent, that girl he'd met at Peixes' party. A... Ara.... Ara... something. He'd stick with Ara for now.
"So is it just me or is this a fuckin' stupid assignment?"
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Were he to be perfectly honest with her, Eridan would have said that he didn't. Because he didn't.
"I know'w w'what you mean though. I hawe to sit through First-Year Latin, w'which is nothin', an' Intro to US History is frankly a piece a' cake."
Shoot Things (Jade/Eridan)
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"That's pretty fuckin' cool. I can't w'write for shit... Not creatiwely at least." He sighed and sipped his drink. "Those are tw'wo a' my faworite genres though. That an' historical fiction, but I do lowe fantasy." Moreso fantasy than sci-fi, but oh well.
wixards
"Aww please, jus’ call me Roxy." she grinned at him, noting the interesting scarf. She took another sip of the warm coffee and hummed happily, the warming sensation of the alcohol spreading down into her chest. She watched the pink on his face, and then remembered her writing, her own face flushing a light pink as she reached to shut the notebook quickly.
"So, d’you go to Skaia-U too?"
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"Yeah, I'm a first-year majorin' in history an' minorin' in Classics. An' you?" Hell no he wouldn't just call her 'Roxy.' At least, not until he knew her better. Because that just wasn't polite, and it wasn't how he was raised.
wixards
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"Eridan." He settled into the seat, tugging off his cloak, revealing his own scarf. "Nice to meet you, Miss." Oh thank goodness there were no w's in her name. That could be embarrassing.
The young man's cheeks were pink from the cold, but it gave off the impression that he was blushing.
wixards
Startled out of her train of thought, she set down the mug of coffee, and gestured to the empty seat, casting a smile up at the person standing in front of her. Her teeth were colgate-white. She attributed this to having to rinse her mouth between classes, to hide the scent of alcohol.
"Yea, no problem! M’Roxy. What’s yer name?"
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Having acquired his ridiculously overpriced blended coffee drink... thing, Eridan cast around for somewhere to sit and enjoy it. Only there were no empty tables. There was an empty seat though, across from a young woman who appeared to be deeply engrossed in writing something. So, putting his hand on the chair in question, Eridan tipped his head and ventured a query.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
wixards
He slowly ran his hand over the other’s wand, with light touches, watching the young man’s face turn a light pink…
Sure, it was a little overplayed to be sitting in a coffee shop, sipping on coffee and writing away right? But at least she wasn’t using a laptop. She scribbled her story down in a well-worn notebook, tip of her tongue between her lips, turned up at the corner, blonde hair tucked behind her ear. Another factor that made the cliche not so dull? Her coffee had a generous serving of Baileys in it, the alcohol masked by the coffee.
She had obviously been there a while, black peacoat draped over the back of her chair, though curiously enough she kept her purple-striped scarf on. That, over her trademark white tunic with a pink cat on the front, a hot-pink skirt, and tight black leggings were almost startling against her tanned skin. Roxy Lalonde new how to stand out in a crowd.
She sipped the coffee thoughtfully, trying to think of yet another wizard-related euphemism for the word Penis, a look of intense concentration crossing her face.
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"History w'with a minor in Classics." Which made him a big fat nerd, basically.
"Are you a first-year student too?"
Shoot Things (Jade/Eridan)
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