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Learning by Teaching I [Job Thread]

Postby Ayatah on October 10th, 2014, 8:00 pm

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Learning by Teaching

|| 2nd Fall, 514AV || Darium Wordling's office || Ninth Bell


Darium Wordling was a glutton for punishment. Apparently.

Nearly two years ago, he had taught a young woman – a detestable Myrian – about the majestic Eypharian people. It had completely baffled him as to why such a beastile race would want to learn about another so holy. But all had become clear to him. Ayatah of the Scattered Bones – of the Scattered Bones! What a grotesque name! – was half-Myrian, half-Eypharian.

The very concept of the two races breeding was enough to make Darium feel sick, yet nevertheless the golden-skinned, black-haired woman was proof that such a mating had, indeed, happened. Ayatah had all the mannerisms of a Myrian – all except her impressive thirst for knowledge. The girl had keenly drunk each and every fact Darium had shared with her, which had really been quite pleasant. More than once he’d almost forgotten she was Myrian after all.

Almost, but not quite. For Darium, despite his own disappointing human-ness, adored the Eypharian people more than anything else. More than his wife, children, friends, family… More than anything other than the Eypharian woman whom he had desperately loved as a young man. Hashae. The name was like a breath, beautiful and easy, natural.

The Myrian-Eypharian mutt Darium had met with two years ago could not hold a light to his gorgeous Hashae, but the mixed-blood had smelt incredibly similar to her. It irked Darium that someone with such a vile heritage could so easily spark memories of his beloved. How could she, a filthy mongrel, have more in common with the lustrous Eypharians than he – who had spent his youth serving them, who had spent each and every waking day wishing to become one?!

It was an outrage.

In the two years since he had first met with Ayatah, Darium had delighted in forgetting the woman, or at least trying to. That fragrance – floral, sweet, undeniably arousing – now reminded him of not only Hasahe but of Ayatah as well. There she appeared, in even the most adulterous and explicit of his memories of Hashae; frustrating, constantly present like an unwelcome house guest.

So when Darium heard that that woman had returned to the university seeking employment, for some Gods-only-knew reason, he had been the first member of staff to offer her work. After his kind offer had been accepted (who would refuse a chance to work with the Darium Wordling?!), Darium had sat in his office, staring at the various waxy paintings of Hasahe that hung on each of the four walls, quietly repearing the words: “you’ve messed up there, haven’t you?” over and over again until nighttime.

Today, was to be their first meeting as professor and assistant, and though neither of them had said anything in the five chimes since he had welcomed her into his office, Darium already felt the need to push the woman out and lock the door behind her.

”So… What sort of things do you want me to help with?” Ayatah repeated for the second time. The first time she had asked the question Darium Wordling had acted as though he hadn't heard, and for a tick Aya wondered if the man had gone deaf. She cleared her throat and tried again, speaking louder this time: ”Maybe some plans for classes? Organising your papers?”

Anything, just saying something!

Finally, thankfully, Darium spoke.

”Do you remember me, Miss Ayatah?” He refused to use that horrid Myrian title: of the Scattered Bones

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Learning by Teaching [Job Thread]

Postby Ayatah on October 10th, 2014, 8:02 pm

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It was an unexpected turn of conversation. Ayatah nodded, blinked. ”I- uh. Yes. Yes, I do. You were my professor. You taught me-“ Think, Aya, think! She sensed that if she got this next part wrong, Darium’s opinion of her would sour even more. ”—about the origin of Eypharians. I remember.”

Darium only just stopped himself from sighing with frustration. There goes one chance to show her the door…

He put on a false smile, one that did not even touch his eyes. ”Oh, goodie. Now, you’re probably wondering what I’m expecting of you?”

Darium paused, and Aya nodded hurriedly, keen to keep the flow of conversation going. The professor, however, had other ideas. In truth, he had not thought so far to actually plan tasks for the woman, despite knowing about her imminent arrival to his office for a good five days. He glanced over to a haphazardly stacked pile of papers to his left on the desk. Should he set the woman to organise them? It was mundane enough to tickle his fancy, and it would certainly be entertaining to watch Ayatah doing a subordinate job equal to the social standing of her maternal people.

But no. Important notes compiled into that massive stack of papers; notes for potential books, general wondrous ideas spewed from Darium’s mind. Should the woman have any sense at all, she would copy the ideas and claim them as her own.

Darium doubted she was actually that smart, though.

Ayatah watched the professor glance left and right, clearly having no clue what task to set her. She looked longingly at the door, wishing she had the confidence to simply up and leave. But money was getting tight, and if she was ever going to become a professor at the university….

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Learning by Teaching [Job Thread]

Postby Ayatah on October 11th, 2014, 8:13 pm

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Another chime passed. And another. Ayatah shifted in her seat, desperate for conversation to start, for the male on the opposite side of the desk to bark out some order for her...

Darium cleared his phlegmy throat, having finally come to a decision. "I think for today... We will go over my lessons for the next season, what I'll be teaching, who my students are... You see what I mean?" His hand gestured casually over the surface of his cluttered desk. How such a mess could somehow be linked to an organised timetable, Aya wasn't sure.

But she smiled and nodded, all the same. "Fine by me." The plan itself sounded like a last minute decision. It was hardly a plan at all, in fact.

He stood, walked to the window, coughed, splattered tiny droplets sputum on the glass, and walked back to his desk. He sat back down. "As you know, I specialise in the Eypharian culture, but I also teach classes on others, too. The Benshiras, the Chaktawes--" all second hand, brutish races compared to the glorious Eypharians. But none were as vile as the Jungle-dweller Myrians. They were barely more advanced than monkies that swung from trees. "So my schedule tends to vary depending on the interests of individual students. This season, I have five. One is specialising in the Eypharians, two on the Benshiras, one studying general Anthropology on the Desert cultures as a whole, and the other--" He rolled his eyes at the mere thought of this final student, "on the Drykas. I was the only professor with a slot free."

It was clear that Darium did not think that educating a student on the horse people was worth his time. It irked Ayatah that someone so ignorant was so well respected in the academic world, especially in the field of Anthropology -- her field. "I see. So how many classes do you have per day?"

"Only one or two. Though I try to make sure that I see each student at least once in seven days." It was, in Darium's mind, good fortune on his student's behalf that they should be graced with such a dedicated professor. "The rest of my time is spent writing, or carrying out research for potential books. That is something I will be expecting you to help me with." He shot the Myrian a pointed look, and she returned it with a cool nod and polite smile. Oh, how he wanted to punch her. "So on a day-to-day basis, I'll expect you to come here in the morning, where I'll give you the tasks I want you to complete that day."

It was all very standard, so Ayatah was not surprised. When she had applied for a job at the university, she had been given a verbal list of all potential tasks she might be expected to complete as a professor's assistant. Research was one of her more preferable choices; at least she'd be able to read. "So I must ask you... What is it that are hoping to achieve out of this job?" He was expecting to be amused by her answer.

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Postby Ayatah on October 12th, 2014, 10:18 am

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Aya replied briskly, taking no shame in her aspirations. "Ideally, I would like to be a professor at some point. Obviously, I feel I could educate people about the Myrian society, though I'm sure few people want to learn about us."

"If anyone at all." The sharp answer left Darium's mouth before he could stop it. Now it was Ayatah's turn to throw him a look, and the male stuttered and stumbled over his words before finally piecing together a sentence. "I mean, it'll certainly be a niche subject, but I'm sure someone will be... in-ter-est-ed." That final word was drawn out, elongated to a ridiculous degree for reasons even Darium did not know.

Somehow Ayatah managed to not kill him, but instead she gave a curt smile. The awkward tension between them was growing all the more prominent, but the Myrian refused to be the first to buckle. She would not risk her new job.

"So I'm more than happy to do anything that will allow me to extend me knowledge, literacy and teaching skills."

Darium doubted that the woman had any teaching skills to extend, but he simply nodded and reached down, pretending to tweak his shoe laces but silently releasing that pretentious laugh that had been building up since the Myrian had entered his office. A few mimed chuckles, and Darium sat upright once more. Ayatah noticed that his ears glowed pinkly. "Well, wonderful. We know where we stand, and what we're aiming towards." He was being so patronising that Aya wanted to scream. "For this morning, how about you head to the library and find all the books you can about Eypharian works of fiction. Collect them all, and then sift through them and take notes of the titles, authors and relevant pages." It was a task that Darium had been avoiding for a while now; so menial, such a waste of his precious time. "I have a meeting with a student in two or so bells, and I might bring her to meet you in the library afterwards. It would be good if you met all my current students."

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The prospect of reading through dozens of books had filled with Ayatah with more joy than it would have done for a better-rounded individual. But she did not care; the moment she opened that first book, and smelt the dustiness of its pages, Aya smiled. Bliss!

It had not taken her long to find ten books that made some reference to Eypharian fiction, and she suspected there to be twice more hidden in the vast library.

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Learning by Teaching [Job Thread]

Postby Ayatah on October 16th, 2014, 5:21 pm

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Many of the books made some reference to Semhu, the strange form of dance that Ayatah knew the desert people used to tell stories. The idea was more familiar to her that one would expect; the Myrian fire dances of her youth told Clan tales and myths about old family members who battled Dira for the life of their beloved.

Still, from a literary point of view, knowing about Semhu was not the same as knowing the stories told through the dance. And unfortunately for Ayatah, the more she read, the more it became evident that many of the tales told via Semhu were difficult to translate into Common text.

For a chime or two, she leant back in her wooden chair, frowning.

She did not want to be stumped by the first task of her job, but something niggled in the back of Ayatah's mind. Darium Wordling knew more about the Eypharians that he did about his own children (or so she suspected). He would have known that the oldest and most traditional of Eypharian stories would be shared by Semhu, and not by text (certainly not in Common). Why had he sent her on a job to look for books that didn't exist?

It was a challenge, she realised, and not one of skill, but one of determination. Ayatah knew that Darium loved the Eypharians, and hated the Myrians just by association. His feelings towards her, therefore, were a mixture between admiration, jealousy, and pure hatred. He was deciding whether or not she was more Myran or more Eypharian. And his decision, Ayatah felt, would impact on her career.

It was not exactly the ideal relationship to have with an employer, she admitted with a sigh. But a job as a professor's assistant was the first step into a career of academia, and her heritage was always going to be an eyebrow-raising problem.

She closed her current book with a dull thud, and then nodded definitely to herself. Bring it on, Professor.

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Learning by Teaching I [Job Thread]

Postby Perplexity on November 4th, 2014, 12:44 pm

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Ayatah :
Skills:
  • Organization | +2 EXP
    Planning | +2 EXP
    Socialization | +1 EXP
    Anthropology | +1 EXP
    Research | +1 EXP
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  • My Boss: Darium Wordling
    Darium Wordling: Professor of Eypharian Studies
    Darium Wordling: Biased, Stuffy, Ignorant
    Semhu: Dance of the Eypharian People
    Anthropological Study: Semhu vs. Fire Dancing


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Ha! This is going to be fun to read down the line. Professor Wordling is an interesting character. It's quite amusing to read about the non-verbal queues that go on between the two of you.

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