Originally posted by silent dreams
She stood her ground, waiting for the correct time to transfor and make a run for it.
"make me" she glared
AOR shut the door as soon as he saw her glance shift from him to the door, "I wouldn't recommend that path. Trust me, I'm a lot more potent than you could possibly imagine."
Originally posted by silent dreams
"How do you know what 'path' I'm going to take?" she said. *as soon as he comes in more, I'll make a run for it* she thought
AOR turns back to the door and opens it taking one step out, "your right, I wouldn't know. But I am pretty sure that the path you will be taking will be on your way to my room 6:00 tomorrow morning."
Originally posted by Vathu
Dinin laughed hysterically. "Detention?" He laughed again. "You're giving [b]me detention, after you come into my room without persmission? I think I should contact the administration and notify them of a teacher breaking and entering." He chuckled. [/B]
"As for you my friend" AOR said smiling, "breaking and entering would be implied if I had entered with the following two things: a-criminal intent, and b-no evidence to secure a worthy entry. However because you have no rights in a school, and I had sufficient reason to believe that rules were being broken before my 'entry' your claim of 'breaking an entry' would not stand to an administration however, you are more than welcome to try." Before he was out of their sights, he took one step back and shifting his head back inside, "By the way, my room is 678, next to the Philosophy and Archive halways."
AOR made the long walk back to his room where he immediatly began to fix it to his style. Taking the first strange metal he through it up, and it formed an image of space. The second and the third he dropped on his desk and they formed a 3-D galactic dial, and a strange looking object (apparently to look at the stars with). The forth he longed towards the wall behind him and it formed a light-blue, long board on which to write on. The fifth and sixth however he let stay on his desk, waiting for his two students tomorrow morning.
Dinin started to stroke her hair again. "I guess..." He whispered. "But I think that will just get us another detention. It would be better to just get it over with then get another one..." He snickered. "That is, unless we get the hell out of there and come up with an alibi. What's your plan, beautiful?" He asked.