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'Twould not be much longer until the cup Zynisch siphoned from was drained of its contents; when it was, he politely set the cup on the saucer upon which it was brought. Without delay did his attendant appropriate the saucer and return to the kitchenette he'd erected to facilitate her ability to cook and clean at her whim. Elle never ceased to amaze him with her particular level of expertise when it came to tea. She always had knack for teasing out just enough mint to match his degree emotional duress during his work. It was almost like she could sense his feelings a tad too intimately. The numerous, paranoia-drawn thoughts pervaded his mind as he thumbed through the roster of students that Crios had on file, a pair of digits rising to soothe his temple with a minor massage.
Truth be told, he was having a difficult time deciding who next he would take on as a proper challenge to teach. The private nature of his instruction meant he'd some leeway in the selection process; however, that just made it all the more troublesome. His was an inquiring and ultimately interest-centric mind. There were a plethora of gifted, willing pupils to examine; however, the more he did so, the less intrigued by them he became. Oft had he wondered as to whether such was a trait bestowed upon him by his tenure as Enigma or if he'd always been that way.
"Hmm....That one's far too skilled to need my help....That one's got a bit too much of a reckless streak in him. That one is literally a fairy, and as interesting as that might be....I've dealt with enough chaos in my life to satisfy several prison sentences."
"You seem exceptionally troubled yet again, Milord," spoke the ever-observant maidservant as she returned with another pot, cup, and saucer atop a moderately-size tray. Additionally, a plate of freshly baked cookies were situated upon the arrangement as well, leading the Swordmage to question just how long she'd been spending in that space of hers.
"Whilst I admire your fervor, you do realize that I don't require sustenance. This body may process it, but I will never expire from hunger," he challenged once she had set the tray down. Nevertheless, the man would reach for both cup and cookie out of habit and respect for her tireless efforts to please him. Returning to the student record he'd been given, he observed the guise of a woman with green hair that he'd sworn he'd seen before. Narrowing those luminous spheres, Zynisch adjusted the glasses he didn't need upon the bridge of his nose in curiosity. Looks as though someone managed to acquire his attention.
"....Lesinda Loa Silverblood-Chazore-Helston....Goodness, was that a mouthful. Let's see...Guidance Counselor....Mhmm. Lives in Vampire House. So, she's a Kindred" Huh....Wait. Silverblood"! Chazore"! ...and Andu mentioned this Helston person once before. So, she's related to Arthour" How have I not met this one before?" In a fit of anxiety, he would slam a hand upon his desk and fix his gaze upon the woman he'd just playfully admonished. Whilst aware of his brazen actions, he was not wont to apologize for them until after his habitual officiousness had been properly excised.
"Hm-hm. As you wish, Lord Lucis. I will request that she meet with you here in your quarters. Please await our arrival." That having been said, she adjusted her garments as best she could, perhaps even slipping out of the apron she'd been baking in so that she might look presentable to her master's addressee. Regardless, she would soon vacate the office, a mystified Zynisch looking on for a moment.
Now left to slouch into the back of his chair and tap at his temple in solitude, he would regard the doorway with an uneasy glare. "...Lesinda....Hmm. Why does that name ring so many bells when I don't believe we've ever met?"
'Twould not be much longer until the cup Zynisch siphoned from was drained of its contents; when it was, he politely set the cup on the saucer upon which it was brought. Without delay did his attendant appropriate the saucer and return to the kitchenette he'd erected to facilitate her ability to cook and clean at her whim. Elle never ceased to amaze him with her particular level of expertise when it came to tea. She always had knack for teasing out just enough mint to match his degree emotional duress during his work. It was almost like she could sense his feelings a tad too intimately. The numerous, paranoia-drawn thoughts pervaded his mind as he thumbed through the roster of students that Crios had on file, a pair of digits rising to soothe his temple with a minor massage.
Truth be told, he was having a difficult time deciding who next he would take on as a proper challenge to teach. The private nature of his instruction meant he'd some leeway in the selection process; however, that just made it all the more troublesome. His was an inquiring and ultimately interest-centric mind. There were a plethora of gifted, willing pupils to examine; however, the more he did so, the less intrigued by them he became. Oft had he wondered as to whether such was a trait bestowed upon him by his tenure as Enigma or if he'd always been that way.
"Hmm....That one's far too skilled to need my help....That one's got a bit too much of a reckless streak in him. That one is literally a fairy, and as interesting as that might be....I've dealt with enough chaos in my life to satisfy several prison sentences."
"You seem exceptionally troubled yet again, Milord," spoke the ever-observant maidservant as she returned with another pot, cup, and saucer atop a moderately-size tray. Additionally, a plate of freshly baked cookies were situated upon the arrangement as well, leading the Swordmage to question just how long she'd been spending in that space of hers.
"Whilst I admire your fervor, you do realize that I don't require sustenance. This body may process it, but I will never expire from hunger," he challenged once she had set the tray down. Nevertheless, the man would reach for both cup and cookie out of habit and respect for her tireless efforts to please him. Returning to the student record he'd been given, he observed the guise of a woman with green hair that he'd sworn he'd seen before. Narrowing those luminous spheres, Zynisch adjusted the glasses he didn't need upon the bridge of his nose in curiosity. Looks as though someone managed to acquire his attention.
"....Lesinda Loa Silverblood-Chazore-Helston....Goodness, was that a mouthful. Let's see...Guidance Counselor....Mhmm. Lives in Vampire House. So, she's a Kindred" Huh....Wait. Silverblood"! Chazore"! ...and Andu mentioned this Helston person once before. So, she's related to Arthour" How have I not met this one before?" In a fit of anxiety, he would slam a hand upon his desk and fix his gaze upon the woman he'd just playfully admonished. Whilst aware of his brazen actions, he was not wont to apologize for them until after his habitual officiousness had been properly excised.
"Hm-hm. As you wish, Lord Lucis. I will request that she meet with you here in your quarters. Please await our arrival." That having been said, she adjusted her garments as best she could, perhaps even slipping out of the apron she'd been baking in so that she might look presentable to her master's addressee. Regardless, she would soon vacate the office, a mystified Zynisch looking on for a moment.
Now left to slouch into the back of his chair and tap at his temple in solitude, he would regard the doorway with an uneasy glare. "...Lesinda....Hmm. Why does that name ring so many bells when I don't believe we've ever met?"