Day: 14 Season: Tessera Year: 81378 Time: Mid-morning A burgundy-coated pendragon peeked her head into the staff room, a uncommonly nervous expression on her face. For once in her life, she wasn’t on familiar ground, and she didn’t like it. This teaching business... Why had she decided to do it? She was a master at her craft, but... Just because the was the best didn’t mean she had to pass on her knowledge. If anything, it was a reason not to. It was just creating more competition for the future, especially if she taught older ‘dragons. She’d never be without a job, not with her talents, but still. She heaved a sigh, then tucked her flamboyant orange hair behind her ears. It was a shade so bright that it seemed almost to glow of it’s own accord—Xjae, her son, had even said he started seeing sun spots after looking at it too long. He didn’t approve, but the boy had gotten his father’s conservative nature. It was a constant disappointment. “Hello? Anyone in here good with machina?"
Mordraug yawned widely, bent over a table in the staff room, reviewing his latest lesson plan. He was disrupting his normal sleep patterns to teach, leaving him feeling rather fatigued in the mornings. Still, it was nothing a couple cups of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin wouldn't fix. He nibbled the latter delicately, occasionally pausing to brush dark crumbs from the small pile of papers's infront of him. The bioluminescent fin along his spine glowed faintly, throwing rainbow colored light over his dark pelt. His vibrant shock of long bright blue and orange hair fell aroundhis shoulders, creating a curtain of color that blocked his view of most of the room. The machina augmentation of his left whirred and chattered as it swiveled about, picking up the faint noises of students heading to classes, and a much closer sound. Quickly finishing off the rest of his muffin and brushing off his hands, he turned to face the door. "Aye, I'm somewhat of a machina buff... What is that you need?" he asked, his two metal fingers clicking together lightly.
Kusemli cast a curious eye towards the contorted pendragon, noting with interest his prismatic coat and apparently molten eye. How odd, and delightfully different! Why, he even smelled like grave-dust, and that was not an adjective she threw out willy-nilly. She would have to find out more about this scarred and worn (seemingly) young man. She would indeed. “Well...," she said, her tone usually bright when compared to her usually wry voice, “I finally got my rear in gear and started coming up with lesson plan for a lock picking class, and I realized that I’d need some oversized lock models for students to practice on. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my paws on one, would you?" She paused, then added, “My name is Kusemli Heritoz, by the way."
"Mordraug Nyote." he muttered by way of introduction, "When do yeh need the locks for, and how many?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. He wasn't busy with any other projects, at least, none that were very important. Deprending on how many the female needed he could probaby have them ready in a couple of days max. His machina eye whirred quietly as it zoomed in and out, bringing the female into focus. She wasn't hard on the eyes... he could say that much. He twitched his double tails back and forth, knocking lightly against the legs of his chair. Mordraug guestured to the table with tiny flick of the wrist, pulling out a clean sheet of paper and a pencil. "Here, have a seat and show me what exactally you're in the market for."
Kusemli nodded her thanks and sat down, tail sweeping lazily back and forth in satisfaction. Finally! A source! She couldn’t very well teach a practical class about lock picking if she didn’t have locks for students to pick. “I’ve been planning a series of classes over lock-picks," she said flatly, her professional side temporarilly drowning out the finer her dangerously psychotic and arrogant personality, “and I’ve been looking around for some oversized but working locks for practice. They’d have to be at a 2:1 scale and it would be spectacular if one set had a basic protection spell on it for higher-level students. About fifteen of each would be excellent." She pulled a small door-lock, padlock, and dead-bolt from a small white purse at her side and set them on the table.
