Higher Education [Solo/Training]

**Aisha Connors** · Mon May 27, 2019 7:07 pm

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10

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15

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This place… Fields weird? The trip to Crocus quite a smooth one thanks to the aid of Altair, after leaving him to his own devices in the wilds that surrounded the capital city, Aisha Connors had made a beeline for the university in the hopes of tracking down the mysterious name that she hoped might put her on the trail of her mentor. Dressing well at such a prodigious locale, while the pack she carried had a few more relaxed items in case she fancied doing something a little more energetic, though the mocha madam’s honed flesh was hidden by the combination of a black turtleneck and navy pants that she wore, her slim frame was highlighted by the slim cut of the items.

It’s like a gigantic library… I feel like if I talk too loudly, someone’s gonna give me a pointed ‘shush’? The narrow waist that she possessed and the manner in which her bust and hips flared out from it especially visible in her choice of wardrobe, despite the subtle grace and hint of formality that she had chosen to present herself with, Aisha couldn’t help but feel a little out of her element in a place like this. All the learning she had received coming from family and friends, in her native land the Desiertian delight had been taught to read and write by her parents, then in this country it had been Jack and a few more academically inclined members of Fairy Tail that had given her the basic level of education that she could claim. More a woman of action and that true throughout her life, the amber amazon couldn’t help but feel somewhat discomforted by such a studious environment, feeling rather out of place as she waited on the person she had come here to seek.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

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**Aisha Connors** · Tue May 28, 2019 6:23 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 289 | CASUAL CLASS

So, a Minstreli Rune Expert…? Perhaps blessed with a sense of good luck due to the fact that when she had reached the front desk to this old institution they had told her the woman was still here, though the role of Professor of Runeology was not a surprise for the bronze beauty to learn given the circumstance through which she was introduced to the work of this stranger, she still couldn’t help but find herself a little astounded all the same. This no disrespect to the woman involved of course, whose prose and ability to translate runes certainly implied a strong level of education and ability in the opinion of Aisha, what was most amazing was the fact that her scruffy, frequently wandering mentor had managed to bag such a lofty prize. There seemed to be more to him than met the eye, then?

Well, at least you’re not adverse to a little class, Jack… In her experience the beauties that her mentor tended to gravitate toward more the bawdy sort, the sense of sophistication that seemed to be oozed by the profession and nationality of Genevieve Lucienne had bowled Miss Connors over somewhat, especially given the rock nature of the man who raised. Jack charming in his way and capable of talking his way into the hearts and other locales of a lady when he wanted to, in an odd way it felt like a woman who was a tenured professor at a university that many regarded as the country’s best was ‘above’ such things, meaning that the supposed conquest and the naughty little things that she had written in the note seemed quite the prize, really, and something worthy of respect in and odd little way…

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Tue May 28, 2019 10:19 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 316 | CASUAL CLASS

It’s probably kind of a long shot… Hitting up some woman who Jack probably hasn’t seen in years? Left waiting in halls that were lined with stone and marble as whatever lecture or other task of the lady who was once Jack’s lover finished up, Aisha let out a slow and subtle sigh as she tried to calm the feeling of anxiety she felt about being here. Unsure of how much of her nervousness was born in regard to the discomfort she felt in an educational environment and how much revolved around her reason for being here, the amber amazon would be lying if she claimed that she was lacking for apprehension about the outcome of her visit.

Though I suppose if his disappearance does have something to do with mystical means, maybe she will know something about it? Maybe he came to see her again before he left? This the first new clue that she had discovered about the past and possible future of her mentor, the young woman had a lot riding on the hope that was instilled in this little hint she had found, and knew that she would be right back to square one if it came to nothing and couldn’t help but feel a bit of worry because of that prospect. However, before she became too lost in her woes, the young woman found herself distracted by the sound of a door clicking.

Here we go… The nerves of the lightning lass likely the reason that she practically jumped into the air when the door to Professor Lucienne’s classroom swung open, after steadying herself with a breath the amber eyes of the amazon waited expectantly for a sign of someone who was a stranger to her, but thankfully she had a rough idea of what she looked like. The people at the desk nice enough to at least show Miss Connors what her target looked like thanks to the directory of the faculty they had, as people in robes passed through the doorway the mocha madam waited with her breath as baited as it possibly could be for a sign of Genevieve, her pulse quickening as the anticipation got the better of her.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Tue May 28, 2019 10:20 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 299 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

That’s… Damn! Waiting there as all sorts of faces passed her by, some of them seeming to share her gaze for a moment or two before looking away, the patience of the mocha madam paid dividends for her as a figure in a smart suit finally passed out of the doorway in a manner that commanded an air of grace and sophistication, as one might expect from a proud minstreli woman. And what a woman she was.
I should have gone to school…! Aisha only able to gape for a moment or two as the woman she had sought stepped out of the classroom in mid conversation, the amber eyes of the amazon widened as she looked at the image of someone beautiful enough to make even this down to earth Desiertian feel her cheeks warm with a hint of attraction, her jaw simply hanging as she took in a person so picturesque that she was stunned into silence merely by her presence…

The bronze beauty blinking in disbelief as the woman she sought strolled out of the classroom right in front of her engaged in a conversation with a person who Aisha had to assume was a student, though she had seen a quick snap of the woman she was looking for in the directory at the front desk, now that she was confronted with the Professor of Runeology in the flesh she had to notice that the image simply did not do the loveliness of this lady any form of justice. Glamorous and stylish without ever seeming to be lacking for seriousness or sophistication, Genevieve wore a black suit that seemed to simply ooze a sense of grace and femininity in the way that the hems and cuffs of her jacket showed lavish lace trims that looked rather chic despite the seriousness of her garb.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Wed May 29, 2019 2:03 pm

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

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WORDS: 378 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“You really shouldn’t be toying with zeese ancient incantation so much, Eeveleen, regardless of your interest in zee lost magics…”

Silver haired styled to one side in a fashion that made it look fashionably flamboyant whilst clearly carrying a sense of maturity about it, the locks of Miss Lucienne looked like polished pewter and carried a feathered quality that made them sway just the slightest amount as she took her purposeful and graceful steps. This only the window dressing however for the truly captivating features of her face, dark eyes that looked sharp enough the puncture one’s heart with a single glance were surrounded by slender and slightly pointed lines which loaned the mild image of a bird of prey, which did not detract from their loveliness one little bit. And then there was the way she spoke.

“It is not zat I don’t admire your zeal, of course.
But even some sing as simple as a translation error can be a big problem in zee wrong circumstances.
Regardless of your intent, things could get out of control quickly wiz something as simple as a misread word, and zen we might all find ourselves in a world of ‘urt, no?”

The Minstreli origin of this magnificent and mature beauty as plain as day in the way in which the woman formed her words, the tone of voice of this alluring academic was like a husky purr, as if her words were a slow and seductive rumble that one couldn’t help but yield to. Casting a hypnotic effect even as she gave out cautions, one would be a fool not to pay heed to that exotic and honey sweet voice, and Miss Connors couldn’t help but find herself spellbound into silence by it as she shuffled along after the woman and her student, feeling it would be almost a shame to interrupt this treat for the senses despite the urgency she felt in her request.

She sounds like… Those dancing girls I helped out in Hargeon~? Reminded of one or two mischievous madams from one or two wicked little locales she had visited in her travels because of that combination of tempting timbre and exotic phraseology, the amber amazon hung on every word and almost allowed herself become completely mesmerized by this magnificent mistress of education, following her fellow femmes in a daze as she tailed them through the university with a subtle blush, suddenly feeling rather shy indeed. Certainly understanding the level of interest that Jack had shown in this woman and finding that her attraction to this commanding educator was only strengthened by the lurid details in the letter that had been sent to her mentor, Aisha couldn’t help but feel a hint of envy toward the man for having won the affection of a woman as fine as this, and wonder at the fact he had given her up…

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Wed May 29, 2019 2:05 pm

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

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Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

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Oul's Ring V5

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“Miss… I mean, Professor Lucienne?” Spellbound by the seductress of the sloped vowel for more than a short space of seconds as she followed the woman and her student through the hallways, eventually Miss Connors couldn’t help but raise her voice, albeit in a slightly hesitant fashion to which she was not usually accustomed. Needs winning out ultimately and the reluctance of the girl to speak waning gradually, perhaps part of the equation was a longing to hear that wonderful vocal treat sent in her own direction which coerced the caramel observer to break her silence, but all the same she found those crisp eyes looking at her all too soon with a sense of confusion as clear as day in them.

“Oh, uhm, ‘Allo~? Can I… ‘Elp you~?”

The woman in front of her clearly quite surprised by the interruption, perhaps she hadn’t been aware of the fact that she had been followed by Aisha for a while now, but regardless of the way she had been startled there seemed at the very least a sense of polite friendliness in the voice of the vixen that made it sound like the response of Genevieve was worth waiting for. Why ever had Jack given up a treat like this? It was sheer madness.

“I uh, yes, I hope so, professor~” Oddly stiff in her response though perhaps some of the intimidation that Miss Connors felt toward this siren of a scholar perhaps sourced from the details she could remember in that letter that had led her to the lady, as those almost crimson coloured eyes met her own amber irises, the amazon couldn’t help but feel her cheeks growing a little warmer because of it. Heart pounding more heavily than she would expect from meeting a pretty girl, despite that Aisha tried to stand up for herself and not surrender to the urge to simply swoon over the woman she saw, ignoring the thoughts that connected to the naughty note and focus on the task at hand. However, it seemed her ‘partner’ was about to allow that too easily.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Thu May 30, 2019 2:41 pm

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

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WORDS: 315 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“Oh~? And ‘oo might you be?
I sink I would remember such a lovely little sign of ‘orus if you were a student of mine~”

Initially stunned by the presence of someone she didn’t know but something about Miss Connors catching the attention of the academic in the sweetest fashion, the expression of surprise and confusion that she wore quickly softened into something far more sublime. A smile spreading across the sharp features of the Minstreli mistress as she leaned closer to the lightning lass looked toward the face of the mocha madam, the appraising gaze of Genevieve seemed to focus on the amber eyes of the amazon as she analysed the imagery that decorated one of them, impressing the fairy femme in the process as she correctly identified symbol in all of an instant, but that wasn’t all. Left rather hot under the collar from the intensity of the stare she received, though Aisha was trying resist the charms of this woman as best she could so she could focus on the task she was given, as everything but that pretty face and scarlet tinted stare filled her eye line it was getting harder and harder to do so.

“My… Name is Aisha. I’m uh… a mage of Fairy Tail?” Lifting her hands up and peeling her silky black hair backward to tuck it behind her ears, Aisha let out a short sigh before she introduced herself, finding she was a little unsure of what to call herself. This woman a friend of the man who raised her, for all intents and purposes the Desiertian was the closest thing that her mentor had to a daughter, and yet she still didn’t wish to identify herself as such. This not an indictment of the job he had done in raising her or a reflection of a lacking sense of affection but rather the opposite, despite the fact that the mocha madam had tried to shake of the sense of attraction she had to Jack, yet she found she couldn’t, and because of that she felt weird seeing him as a father.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:16 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 267 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“I see, I see. Zen what is it zat I can do for a mage of Fairy Tail?”

The professor seeming to not mind the odd manner in which she introduced herself at least, although Miss Connors did spot the way that her smile seemed to fade away a little bit at the mention of her guild, this wasn’t really something that worried her that much. Fairy Tail a prominent and powerful establishment in the Fiorian region, despite their good nature, they had a kind of infamy that one might have expected more from a dark organization. It was unfortunate, but something that a ten year veteran was used to by now, so it didn’t really ‘flag’ for the dishy Desiertian as anything unusual by this point.

“Well, uh… You see, the thing is…” Welcomed to ask for what she wanted by Miss Lucienne and yet Aisha still feeling a little bit awkward about how she voiced her concern, it felt an odd thing to mention to a woman with this kind of esteem that she had found out about her though the means of a rather racy love letter, especially when she was stood there with an impressionable student by her who seemed to linger for reasons that the amber amazon did not quite comprehend.

“I think I know a friend of yours?” Electing to be a little diplomatic in her approach in order to keep herself in the good graces of this gorgeous teacher, though the bronze beauty might have made a little crack about the carnal elements of the connection if she was dealing with a guild mate or a rough character in a bar, the caramel lass tried to keep things as classy as possible in order to keep the situation as bearable as she could.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:16 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 271 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“I’m looking for Jack Connors?” Thankful to at least find that the woman she spoke to was agreeable enough that the intimidation she felt toward this elegant and enchanting educator, after letting loose another sigh to steady herself and then taking a deep breath Miss Connors opted to roll her proverbial dice with the woman, spelling out her reason for being here clearly and the man she sought in the hopes of finding something that helped her.
“He’s gone missing and… I’m wondering if you had heard from him recently?” Scratching the back of her head gently as she felt suddenly quite childish for the fact that she needed help finding her lost ‘papa’, though the huntress was hopeful that she might find some sort of hint at where the man she searched for, she wasn’t terribly high in her optimism. It worth the chance of course but tempering her expectation as she waited for Genevieve’s response, while she was expecting disappointing more than anything, what she actually found the femme offering was something she had never expected in a million years.

“Jacques Connors…?”

Worrying for a moment or two that she had only whispered or somehow slurred the request that she had made, it was only when Genevieve seemed to repeat the name of Miss Connors’ mentor that the mocha marvel actually realized the fact that she had spoken loudly enough for the professor to hear. The silver haired woman simply standing there for several seconds with her eyelids flapping like the wings of a butterfly, it was as if everything within the woman had suddenly ground to halt like her inner mechanisms had been jammed by a problematic iron bar or something. Which, in reflection, probably wasn’t far from the truth…

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:17 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 269 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“Yes, I knew ‘im, and if you did too you would know why I say wiz pride zat I ‘ave not seen ‘im in years…”

Something about the woman seeming to change in an instant the very second that her system seemed to reboot, all too quickly that smile she was carrying seemed to melt away from her expression and leave only the sharpness of her features in its place, while those red eyes glowed with fire that seemed want to burn everything in front of them.

“W-Wait, what?” Aisha definitely confused by the change that she saw in Miss Lucienne and all the more by the words that she spoke, given the level of amorous affection that this formerly friendly femme had shown in the letter that she had sent to Jack, the change in her attitude was rather startling.
She’s turned on a dime! Gone from sweet siren to ice queen? The woman before her suddenly losing that kittenish element and sense of charm that she had seemed to ooze in droves and instead becoming frosty with every impression she gave out, the girl from the desert practically shivered at the coldness of the woman’s words and felt plenty of venom behind them as well.

“You ‘erd me. I wish to ‘ave nussing to do with a man like zat, or anyone ‘oo ‘ee calls ‘is friend.”

Truly a frightening turn seen in the woman, there seemed nothing of the professor that was talking to the mocha marvel so warmly and even a little flirtatiously only a moment before, the shepherd who had been guiding her student seeming to have been slain by whatever affected Genevieve and a bitter bitch left in her place.
“I’m, uh… Sorry? I just…” Stunned by the sudden change that she saw in a person who had once been so elegant and affable, all that Miss Connors could do now was spit out a confused apology as she tried to make sense of what had happened between them.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:17 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 326 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“I don’t even…?” Thoroughly bewildered by what had occurred and certainly suspecting that she did not have the full story about what had occurred between Jack and the frosty femme in front of her, though the caramel girl was fearless even in the face of the fiercest foes, she couldn’t help but feel rather overwhelmed and intimidated as she found herself being looked at like some kind of animal suddenly. It not a comfortable experience, not it was the turn of the amber amazon to find her ‘system’ stupendously stalled as she simply wagged her jaw up and down without a clue what to say, simply looking between the face of the educator and the student who stood next to her in sheer disbelief at how things had turned out.

“Just ‘ow was it zat you managed to find me, anyway?”

Unsure exactly of how long she had been standing there in her shell shocked state when eventually the sound of an irritated Genevieve roused her from her stupor, Miss Connors blinked as the woman looked toward her with a growing bulge of annoyance in her forehead, wondering if she was being asked a question simply to break the silence or for some greater reason.

“I… Well I found this scroll and then this note and it had your address on…?” Some combination of inherent integrity in the girl and perhaps a dash of wanting to appease this now so hostile figure prompting Aisha to answer the query as honestly as she could, almost as if she was talking to a parent or boss at work, the amber amazon reached into the bag she had brought with her for some form of evidence to clarify her story. Plucking the scroll that had started the whole thing off from her belongings and the letter that it had led her to, the latter of which was tucked discreetly into the pink envelope that Miss Lucienne had previously sent it in, the bronze and bewildered beauty held each out in her hands as if they might prove she hadn’t simply come here with the intent of annoying the professor…

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:22 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 277 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

“I ‘elp ‘im wiz one job years ago and ‘ee ‘aunts my steps forever…”

The fingers of the frosty femme like talons that seized up what Miss Connors tried to offer to her, after taking the scroll and looking at it the proverbial really hit the fan when Genevieve looked at the envelope that she was clearly quite familiar with, the Desiertian spotted that sense of recognition in her eye before something far stronger seemed to burst from her gaze like flames. The coolness of her attitude suddenly evaporating as the ice queen suddenly became a red hot empress, the red eyes of the woman bulged as she looked at the letter more closely and confirmed that it was one of hers, but that wasn’t all.

“I wish zat I ‘ad never seen zoze runes before, and ‘im even less!”

A bright shade of scarlet spreading across the face of Miss Lucienne as she glared at the letter and then to the face of Aisha with a ferocity that actually made even this hardened warrior woman flinch, with a huff and no shortage of fury vented in her words the professor swung her arm and threw the scroll that she had snatched behind her. Luckily for the mocha madam the girl at the side of the professor seeming polite enough at least to scurry off after the ancient text to ensure it did not become damaged by the feet of the other or lost, though the tall girl might have ordinarily gone to retrieve it herself after giving the tempestuous teacher in front of her a piece of her mind for the rudeness, the feeling of responsibility she felt rooted her in place, leaving her standing there bearing the weight of guilt of another and right in the firing line of this suddenly fiery femme.

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Aisha Connors** · Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:23 am

Jewels :

2,550,000

Rank :

C-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

30,000

Class :

Hunter

Strength :

10

Speed :

12

Constitution :

30

Endurance :

10

Intelligence :

15

Mana :

920

Body :

Hunter's Coat

Ring :

Oul's Ring V5

Pouch :

1x Statistic Potion

WORDS: 331 | CASUAL CLASS | GENEVIEVE

Jack, just… What did you do to this woman?! Clearly the man that she so admired not short of a few stains of blackness upon his character after this encounter, given how connected that she was to the man and the fact that she had seemingly reminded Genevieve of the hurt she had been caused by him, Miss Connors couldn’t help but feel somewhat culpable in the crime. Shattering the image of this professor in front of her and seeming to cause her no end of hurt, the distraught Desiertian couldn’t help but wonder what had occurred between the pair, though guessed it was something pretty bad given the severity of the reaction. The response of the professor rather heated but understandable, if she had to guess, the mocha madam would expect it had something to do with heartbreak.

“If it isn’t bad enough I catch ‘im in my bed wiz sinese twins on my birzday, now ‘ee is sending ‘is latest fancy to taunt me…”

The riled runeologist shaking her head in front of Aisha as she gave the girl a shocking little insight into what had gone wrong between her and the mentor she so respected, though the dismayed Desiertian was already feeling rather humbled and humiliated by Miss Lucienne, she seemed to spare little concern for the feelings of the flushed femme as she vented her frustration.

“Did you ‘ave a good laugh what I wrote for ‘im? Zen at ze way zat I blushed?! I ‘ope zat it made your trip worthwhile!”

Tucking the letter that the mocha madam had brought from the personal collection of her guardian into the pocket within the stylish jacket she was wearing presumably with the intent of ensuring it would never see the light of day or at least the eyes of another again, with a flick of her head the enraged educator jabbed a well-manicured digit in the direction of Miss Connors, prodding at the air between them with her finger whilst her tongue showed far more sharpness. Clearly our heroine not the only one who this conversation had left feeling rather raw, Genevieve seemed happy to spit out the poison that had seeped into her because of the encounter and send it straight into the face of the largely innocent girl who had the misfortune of bringing the issue to her…

The Hunt Is On

"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.

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