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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 4, 2013 19:00:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Yawning softly, Yuri raised a hand to cover his mouth as he regarded the school building through the front windshield of his car. Every now and then, the Administration of Justice sent him over to Hero Academy to take stock of how things were doing. It was simply a precautionary measure, and though the judge would rather be dealing with cases back in his office - he had to select his next prospect for judgment after all - a small part of him enjoyed these excursions. They allowed him to stretch his legs and offered a short respite from the haze of red tape that surrounded his job. Pulling his keys from the ignition, he pocketed them the undid his seat belt, smoothly opening the door. As much as his body demanded he take a longer rest within the warm confines of his vehicle, he detested being so idle while on the job. Any fatigue that gnawed at him was shoved away in favor of focusing on the task at hand.
Reaching over to the passenger side seat, he retrieved his briefcase then climbed out of the car, pushing the lock before finally shutting the door. The cool winter air against his face drew a soft sigh from him, the contrast allowing him to wake up a little more. Shaking his head, he made his way to the front doors of the academy and pulled them open with his free hand, sidling his lithe body through the opening. Once inside, he paused near the threshold for a moment, setting his briefcase down to allow his slim fingers to undo the buttons of his overcoat. Shrugging off the jacket, he placed it on the coat rack near the door then leaned downwards to pick up the case again and continued further into the building. As he walked, his free hand slid down his front, straightening out his suit coat and dress shirt and adjusting the blue and green tie about his neck.
Soon he stepped into the front office, a polite smile drawn across his pale lips. "Good afternoon Ms. Smythe," Yuri greeted the receptionist quietly, a slight bow of his head given towards the woman. "Ah, Judge Petrov. Here for your visitation badge?" That pleasant smile remained across his features as he nodded, "Indeed, thank you." Reaching forward he accepted the small laminated badge as it was slid across the counter to him. With a curt nod, he clipped it to the front of his suit coat and pivoted to make his way out of the room.
In the halls once more, he let out a quiet hum as he debated where to stop by first. After a moment's consideration, he started down one of the wings, glancing over the classrooms he passed. His free hand swept upwards to push a few long silver-grey bangs from his angular features before it settled at his side.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 4, 2013 19:34:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] 'So, we have to take everything that old man said for granted?' The question made Caroline lift her gaze from the philosophy book she was currently reading from and blinked. Certainly, it had taken her by surprise, to see that someone had finally given up on keeping up the teacher-student attitude so soon after the start of their first year, but these kids had a certain something that kept her on the edge. And she liked that. "Of course not. You don't have to take anything for granted, if you don't want to. Still, it's interesting to know how some people thought before us and how we can use that kind of thing in our advantage." With a small smile, she closed the book a second before the bell rang, letting everyone know that classes had ended for that day. Tough kids, putting up with some old woman's ramblings about another old man's sayings, right? "See you next week."
It didn't take them long to burst out the door. Truth be told, she had half expected them to just barge out and take the door with them, but such a thing did not happen, yet the image in her mind was sure to put a smile on her face for the rest of the day. It was a bit strange, to start anew again, in a city she did not know much about, where people would be surprised whenever she'd ask apparently simple and silly questions about the NEXT, somewhere far away from home. But, in the end, she still had her mind and her ideas, and that was all that mattered for her at the moment. Of course, that and her students. And maybe her payment. That kind of kept her alive too.
Walking out of the empty class and into the even emptier hallway, her gaze stopped on the sole person wandering the corridors. "Hey, you! Classes are over for today!" She raised her voice a little, hoping she wouldn't have to escort- oh, wait. Uh, he didn't seem like the regular student. Damn that eyesight of hers. "I mean, uh, sir, with all due respect, classes are over." Surely, he wouldn't get upset over such a small matter, right? Another relocation, at such an inopportune moment, would be the end of her career and, more than likely, life as she knew it. Thus said, she smiled sheepishly, holding the philosophy book a littler tighter against her chest. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 423 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 4, 2013 20:39:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Head cocked to the side as he walked, Yuri idly wondered what it would have been like if he was able to attend such a specialized school. Would it have changed anything? Lips pursed, his tongue slid out to wet the pale flesh as he considered. Probably not. His purposeful gait paused as he spotted a few stragglers from one of the classrooms near the end of the hall. Gaze narrowed, his olive eyes followed them for a moment before they disappeared around the corner. How many of the kids would be turned away from darker urges from attending the academy? Yuri did not have enough faith in the education system to think so. It added an extra dimension to these little visits of his.
The judge had paused in the hallway, his free hand raised to rest lightly at his chin in thought. He likely would have remained there for some time in quiet reverie had his musing not been interrupted by a soft voice. "Hey, you! Classes are over for today!" A pause. "I mean, uh, sir, with all due respect, classes are over." Opening his eyes, he pivoted towards the speech, the heels of his dress shoes clicking against the tile underfoot. His attention gravitated to the young woman before him, and he gave her a cursory once-over. Nothing impolite or salacious, the glance was cool and business-like, taking stock of who he was dealing with. Not too old, but old enough to not be a student. A teacher, then. Tilting his head to the side, a placid smile crept across his features.
Stepping forward in one smooth motion, he inclined his head towards the woman attentively. "Good afternoon," He greeted, voice calm, "I am aware of the fact that classes are now over. I am here on business. Judge Yuri Petrov at your service," He bowed his head slightly before peering up to her once more. "Since you are here now, perhaps you can assist me, miss...?" Yuri tilted his head to the side as he awaited confirmation and introduction patiently.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 4, 2013 21:09:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] She bowed lightly in return, a habit she picked up from the time she spent in a God-forgotten village a little farther away from Sternbild. A judge? In the Academy? Still, in the few months she had spent in the city, she had heard his name before. Yuri Petrov was a name one couldn't just not hear. As long as one had access to the media, anyway. It seemed almost unlikely that he was here simply to oversee how things were going: judges didn't do that. Perhaps it was her limited cerebral capacity that made her assume he was here because she was in trouble with the law? But they'd send the police, not a judge. Judges don't deal with that kind of stuff.
"Caroline Grus, philosophy professor." The smile on her lips grew a little as she caught a glimpse of his own, official one. Oh, dear, some people had no idea how to really smile, did they? Had she really gotten that used to seeing everyone smile without a hint of worry or apathy or mere coldness behind their eyes? This man, this Petrov guy, he had no idea how to smile, or how to fake one, for that matter. A brilliant judge versus a pathetic philosophy professor? Honestly, she had no chance against someone of his stature and social position, but it was worth a try.
"I'll help however I can, sir. If you'd like to, we can head to my office, it's just down the hallway." Judging by his general attitude, this was not something that could be discussed freely, where someone could easily overhear them. As if on cue, her eyes stopped on a group of giggling girls making their way outside, having spent some extra time in biology, if taking into account the faint scent of formaldehyde Caroline caught a whiff of when they passed by, making the black haired professor scrunch her nose a little in a rather adorable childish way. Darn biology and it's darn chemicals, assaulting her senses like that. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 345 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 4, 2013 22:06:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN
His smile lingered as he watched the woman - Caroline, he noted, filing the name away in his memory - though the expression didn't quite reach his eyes. It was more of a mask than anything else, though he did work to soften the edges just enough to make it not-so-obvious. Still, it gave the judge an ever-so-slight air of being uncomfortable in his own skin. "Pleased to make your acquaintance Ms. Grus. Continuing this discussion in your office sounds like a fine plan," His smile widened by a small fraction at the suggestion. A nice change of pace, to be honest. Not everyone responded so well to the Administration of Justice popping in and poking their nose around. Pale glossed lips parting as if he intended to continue, he stopped as soon as the gaggle of girls passed by. Yuri immediately shut his mouth, his nose wrinkling up in thinly veiled distaste.
The expression was there one moment and gone the next as he brought his attention back to Caroline. "As I was saying. After you?" He flourished his free hand in front of them gently before it came to settle at his side. As soon as his companion started walking, he moved to fall into step beside her, his olive gaze alternating between the professor and their surroundings. Now and then he paused through a step to peer into one of the classrooms they passed, then glanced back to Caroline. "Have you been teaching here for very long, Ms. Grus?" He queried softly, probing for information as well as making polite small talk on the way to the office.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 4, 2013 22:29:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] At first, Caroline had decided to become a musician. Fueled by some kind of unknown passion for the piano, instilled by her father most likely, she would spend days and nights in a row locked up in the music room, much to her younger brother's angry grumbles. Still, those were memories long forgotten (or so she liked to think) and she figured that lingering on the past was doing her no good: she was trying to make things better for others, maybe to repent for her own mistakes in her past. Although she had never been one to judge others by their past activities, Caroline could not help the hint of curiosity that crept into her skull: why was Yuri Petrov here after all? Did it have to do with her family? Not that they'd know where she is, she had deliberately ran away from them a long time ago. Then was it her brother?
She headed for her office at a slow enough pace so he could follow her closely. An office just for herself was something out of the ordinary for Caroline: a while back, all she could call an office was a small room that also served as a classroom and a principal's office and, occasionally, conference room. Needless to say, it had come to her as a major surprise and source of excitement to see a well lit room with a bookcase filled with important books on philosophy and psychology, and a desk of her own.
Once more, she was taken aback by the suddenness of his words. Really now, was it Let's-Surprise-Caroline Day? She shrugged a little, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. "More or less. I've been relocated here from Brandenburg at the beginning of the school year for, uhm, a bit of a heated talk with the principal there." An amused chuckle left her lips. If the judge would have known that the principal there still believed that the NEXT were powers given by immortal ancient gods to worthy, chosen prophets, would he have laughed as hard as she had back then? Probably. Or maybe not, if she took into account that he looked a little too stiff for her liking. Was she really that intimidating? "I have plenty of experience, however." She stopped for a moment in front of her office's door to grin cheekily, trying perhaps to reassure him that the youth of Sternbild was in good hands, then opened the door and walked in first, setting the book on top of a menacing pile on her desk. "Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Petrov." | [atrb=valign,top]words. 441 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 4, 2013 23:17:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN As they walked, Yuri watched the professor from the corner of his vision...Taking in little details. By her complexion he wondered if she got less sun than he managed to, that would be quite a feat. She was also a slight bit taller than him, which he wasn't used to in the fairer sex, not that he made much effort to spend time with women outside of what was needed for his job. Caroline could have been a model if she so chose, with her build and height, and he found himself wondering what made her go into teaching. History had a way of shaping people in so many ways, the deeper of which often went unnoticed by most. The hours he spent pouring over files to select those worthy of true justice had honed his ability to read between the lines. He hadn't enough knowledge of Caroline to read further into her at the moment, and so he simply nodded along politely as she spoke.
As they arrived at the office, he contemplated the door for a moment before glancing to Caroline. The grin she displayed was met with a small curling of his own mouth, no where near matching the woman's expression - just another placid thinning of his lips. "Welcome to Sternbild then, as belated as it may be," Yuri offered simply, then stepped forward after her. The judge paused near the threshold, his attention drifting over their surroundings for a moment, before he turned his gaze to the teacher. "Thank you," He made his way to one of the chairs in front of the professor's desk and settled down slowly, setting his brief case at the foot of the chair.
"This is simply a routine check-up on how things are running here. I would like to hear how the students are behaving, have there been any interruptions in your day-to-day life?" Crossing one leg over the other smoothly, he folded his hands in his lap and tilted his head as he peered up to Caroline.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 4, 2013 23:46:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] His welcome actually made her blush a little. Would you look at that? A grown woman, barely over thirty, blushing over something as simple as that? While it might have seemed a trivial matter to most, he was actually the first and only to welcome her to this city, to Sternbild. Certainly, the slight shade of red that crept onto her cheeks and the bridge of her nose made her look ridiculous, and she took the time to take a look out the window and assess the situation. She would have killed for a cigarette, but the academy did not allow her to do such inside the school. Damn these regulations, they were all over the place. If it wouldn't have sounded ironic, she'd have said it reminded her of home, where everything had a reason and nothing happened just because.
They were somewhat of an amusing duo, her and the judge. While she had dark hair and crimson eyes, he was somewhat of an anomaly, an extreme opposite that she could barely see through, with his silver hair and olive eyes. Maybe she was reading too much into it, she wasn't exactly fond of superstitions and silly old women staring into a magic orb blabbering nonsense. No, Caroline liked to think she didn't rely on symbols, but, in truth, everyone was, even a little bit. Everyone had to rely on a symbol, real or not.
Out of politeness, she took a seat at her desk and crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of her skirt brushing against her legs as she did so. A check-up? Really? She might have looked like a country girl in his eyes for a small moment, but she was not dense. Judges don't do check-ups on simple students. But what did she know of politics and weird rules and administrative things? She was no judge, she could not judge things and she wouldn't do it either way. "You mean, except most of the students' groans when they hear about homework for philosophy?" Another amused snicker made it's way past her lips. "To be honest with you, Mr. Petrov, they're nice and easily accept change and new ideas. It's surprising, to say the least." | [atrb=valign,top]words. 375 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 5, 2013 1:24:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN A thin brow arched high on his forehead as he watched the professor. The faint tinge of red against her pale cheeks perplexed him for a few moments. Certainly he hadn't said anything that disturbing? For a brief moment he considered the possibility that perhaps he had been flirtatious on accident. Lips pursed, he went over the few things he had said thus far and quickly dismissed that idea. Nothing could have been construed in such a fashion, he had been careful to be as polite and professional as he always was. Why, then? It was destined to be one of social mysteries that flew completely over his head, as he refused to draw attention to it by commenting.
Tilting his head to the side, he watched as Caroline moved to the desk and sat down, putting on another one of his little smiles. The expression faded however as he took in her words, and was almost completely gone by the time she snickered. Furrowing his brow just slightly, his nostrils flared with a low exhale. The judge straightened his posture, clasping his hands a bit more firmly in his lap, fingers intertwining together in a light grip. "It may be easy for you to forget, seeing as you are new, Ms. Grus, but these are not normal students you teach. Some of them have powers that, if not properly monitored, could be very dangerous." Yuri spoke in a tone that wasn't exactly unkind, but exhibited his usual cool politeness. He raised one hand slowly to push a few silver bangs from his face, and continued, "It is good to note that things have been well for you, though. Nothing out of the ordinary?" The smile returned to his face gradually and he leveled a patient glance at Caroline.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 5, 2013 4:16:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Oh, so he wanted to take all of this seriously, huh. No wonder people in Sternbild were more like robots than real men, with minds made of cogwheels that screeched when they turned and made that horrible noise they called talking. Her smile did not falter, however, and she leaned back in her chair, taking in the view. Who'd have guessed she'd get a visit from such an important man in this city? Certainly, these matters should have been discussed with the principal, not with a professor who had just been hired a few months ago, right? But there was the matter of him questioning her about problems with students and usually that didn't mean anything good. Yuri Petrov would have made an interesting challenge, were he not so easily bothered by trivial things such as this one.
"NEXT or not, they are still students, they are still human, Mr. Petrov." And thus, by the time his formal smile returned, her own had shrunk to a mere shadow of a polite smile. It seemed to her that he was overlooking the most important thing of all. Powerless or not, they were not even adults. Most of these children barely knew what they wanted from life itself. Had he not been in their position too, once? However, it was not her place to make such assumptions and most of her thoughts were left, as usual, unspoken. It was better not to anger the beast that laid within that man, right? Right. Anger never solved anything. "I assure you, sir, that these children are all taken good care of. Surely, you understand that we, the staff here at the academy, have only the children's best interests in mind, as well as Sternbild's and, indirectly, yours." A poor choice of words, maybe, but she did not take them back. Instead, she lowered her gaze to her desk and took a deep, steady breath, to try and focus on the matter at hand. Was there something that had bothered her in the time here? Not at all. Maybe she had felt a bit of envy at first, that she did not have a power of her own, but it faded away in time as she witnessed all the things she could achieve without such an asset.
"I can't think of anything that caught my attention. I'm sorry for not being helpful." Her tone was softer than usual and regret could be easily made out from her words, and she did not lift her eyes from the stack of papers settled right in front of her. 'How choices affect the future me' was the title of the essay she had given them and she was sure she would not be disappointed. "They're ambitious, but none of them are a threat." | [atrb=valign,top]words. 477 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 5, 2013 5:34:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN His smile quirked a bit wider as he considered her words. A touch of amusement tinged his expression, a slight glimmer in his tired olive eyes. Human, of course. He could never forget something like that. They were all human when one stripped all the glitz of NEXT abilities away, and all prone to the same sorts of weaknesses and mistakes. The fact that they were students didn't matter much in his mind, as he knew too well that children could be just as violent as their older counterparts. "Of course," He stated plainly, head canted to the side as he pushed away his momentary reverie and fixated his attention on the professor once more. "As you must understand that someone new to the scene would be a good assessment of the current climate of things," Yuri nodded towards Caroline lightly, before his gaze drifted to the window. "It is nice to have a fresh pair of eyes and opinion on things," His shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug.
Many of the older tenures at the Academy that Yuri had spoken to had become broken records after a few of these little check-ins. There was no elucidation to be gained from them. They were too set in their routine and unwilling to see any flaws in their system. Caroline, however, was someone just settling into her role at the school, and though she seemed rather adamant about the pleasant state of things, perhaps...When something did come up, she could prove to be useful. "Nothing to apologize for," Yuri said softly as he glanced back to the teacher and offered a small smile. "Why philosophy?" The judge queried as he cast a curious look at the stack of papers his companion was so intently peering at, though he did not stare for long as to not be rude.
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 5, 2013 13:07:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Was it fate or chance that had brought her here, out of all the places? Out of all the things that she could have blamed for the current outcome of her life, she was unsure about who to blame and she'd have rather believed in this concept of fata rather than blame herself and her own choices. It was a responsibility she could not cope with, not now. A small sigh left her lips and she returned the shrug. "Yeah, sure, I get it." She wasn't even sure she had adapted here properly. Sure, living in a nice place with nice neighbors and nice flowerpots at the windows was a change of pace, but everyone in Sternbild was in such a hurry to progress, towards an unknown destination she could not point a finger at.
She had been asked such before, why philosophy. Truth be told, she didn't exactly know. Maybe, at the time, she wanted to make sure she only made the best of choices and was aware of the mistakes others had made in the past, or maybe she simply wanted to know what her parents had been thinking of when they practically pushed her down the path of arts, only for her to crawl out and away from it. "I want to know myself and those around me better, I think." She had not lifted her gaze from the stack of papers on her desk, reading the title over and over again. Really now, what had she been thinking of when she set that title? "The same question could be directed back at you. Why a judge?" Was his justice better than hers? She could not tell.
Still, a judge at the academy? Then it struck her, bringing a small, warm smile on her face. "So, is your own kid studying here?" That must have been the reason why he was so tense about it all, right? Now it all made sense, really. She could not recall a kid named Petrov, however, and she flipped through the essays in front of her in hope she'd find out. He must have wanted to know his grades, right? Right. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 370 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 5, 2013 18:24:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Watching Caroline idly, his hand slid upwards once more to fuss with a few loose bangs, this time coaxing them behind his ear where they would hopefully stay put. "I see," Yuri nodded once, expression as schooled as ever, "An admirable pursuit." Why people did the things they did was a fascinating subject for the judge yet paradoxically also one that mattered little. Despite the reasons, even if the individuals in question knew what they were doing was wrong, they tended to continue on anyways. Humans had a knack for the path of least resistance and that often lead them into darker territories...Hard work would often produce the same results but required more effort. Lips pursed, his olive green eyes drifted half-shut for a few moments as he watched the teacher consider the stack of papers. Soon the question was returned to him and he brought his attention back to the woman's face, that polite smile lingering across his pale features.
"Someone must serve justice," The judge commented matter-of-factly. If he was completely honest, he thought he did more to keep the peace in the city than the Administration could ever do, but that was neither here nor there, instead his smile simply took on a slightly more genuine edge...A mildly amused thinning of his lips. At her second question there was a pause, and he blinked, some confusion managing to slip past his usual calm mask for a moment or two. Him? A father? The fact that anyone could suggest such a thing was laughable, never mind the fact that Caroline didn't know him very well - no one really did - but still... "Ah..." He started, for once at a loss for words. After a beat or two he regained his composure, the cool placidity returning to his face. "I have no children," Yuri stated slowly.
As if to ward away the sudden awkwardness that was settling into the conversation, he leaned downwards to retrieve his brief case. Setting it in his lap, he undid the locks then opened the container. Yuri went through a few stacks of papers for a short time before he found what he was looking for, and withdrew it then shut the brief case and set it aside once more. "If you think of anything, or have any problems..." The judge leaned forward, placing his business card on the desk top, sliding it forward towards Caroline gently. It was a tasteful off-white affair with a strong typeface that listed his name, office, and contact information. "Do get in contact, yes?"
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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 7, 2013 7:27:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] She had tried to see some kind of thing that would be deemed as admirable in other people's eyes, but to Caroline, she had the feeling she was doing something that did not help anyone except herself. Certainly, at some point of her life, she'd have boasted and bragged that philosophy had made her take all the right choices, that she had achieved what she had always dreamed of, but right now, looking back at that image of herself, she could not see herself do such a shameful thing. After all, she was being relocated again and again and again, changing cities and changing the people in her life at an unnatural speed. If she'd be a NEXT, would her power be related to spiritual restlessness? That would have been hilarious. Still, she gave a grateful nod at his words and kept her words to herself.
Someone must serve justice. And, judging by the way he said it, she could not tell if it was his justice or Sternbild's idea of justice. It was such a difficult subject to speak of in front of her students, trying to explain that there everyone had an idea of justice and that one person's freedom ended where another person's liberty started. It constantly caused heated discussions and all she could do to make them stay put was giving them examples of previous conflicts that started just because of this, involuntarily fueling the debate. "I serve justice too. I like to think I am doing so. But I'm serving my own justice. Does that make me a bad person, judge?" A lighthearted question followed by an equally lighthearted smile.
"Are these cards made by the Sternbild's administration office? I swear, you people have no taste whatsoever." She said with a small scrunch of her nose, opening her wallet only to reveal several of those cards with different names on it, colleagues most of them. How about some colors, Sternbild? Not everything must be official. "Does that mean I can get in contact even if I don't have a problem?" She asked with a happy grin, that somehow reflected the fact that she did not have many acquaintances in the city. Surely, someone like Yuri Petrov could give her an advice or two, since he seemed a lot more experienced than her. And he seemed like the kind of person who could use a donut and a coffee now and then. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 412 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 7, 2013 19:24:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Yuri found her inquiry infinitely amusing for reasons he could never expand upon aloud. How many times had he asked himself that question? Or had it posed to him by the spectres of his past? Too many times, yet he didn't allow himself to be swayed. While he may have minor set backs and moments of weakness - he was only human despite how much he strove to be a paragon of true justice - he always returned to the proper path. Though he couldn't let Caroline in on such musing, he could however express it just a little under the guise of good social humor. His smile quirked a little wider, verging almost into a smirk for a moment, one that actually touched those cool olive eyes. "It doesn't make you a bad person, Ms. Grus," He commented with matter-of-fact reassurance. The judge had a hard time picturing the professor before him having a moral compass as controversial as his own, and that made his smirk grow a fraction more.
Head cocked to the side slightly, a brief moment passed as he reasserted his composure, his expression settling back into one of his faint, professional smiles. Had Caroline struck him as the type to be purposefully insulting, perhaps he would have been offended at her commentary regarding his business card. Instead he responded with an easy tilt of his head to the opposite side, one thin grey 'brow quirked as he watched her. Mouth parted, he was about to make a comment about submitting her thoughts to the appropriate offices, when he was caught off guard by her last query. Pursing his lips together, his gaze narrowed a bit. The look wasn't unkind by any means, rather it was one of consideration, as he took a beat or two to really parse her words. "Now that my card is in your possession, theoretically you could do so if you wish," was what he decided on finally, as he wasn't exactly accustomed to people wishing to contact him outside of the context of his job. Yuri's social circle was so small as to be nonexistent, and he went about his life almost as a recluse.
Sweeping a hand upwards, he ran his fingers over a few of his bangs, bringing them away from his face once more. He appeared to consider for a moment, before his attention turned to the clock hanging on the wall. "I should be meeting with some more of your co-workers as well as the principle soon," Though he doubted any of the conversations would net him anything useful, if this one was any indication. At the very least, Caroline had managed to provide him with some amusement. "Thank you, Ms. Grus. You know how to reach me," Yuri mused as he moved to stand, reaching to pick up his brief case.
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