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Post by shideh7 on Oct 13, 2011 8:41:39 GMT -5
 Igor had been working non-stop. He'd occupied an old science classroom though their blackboards were the smudgiest things Igor had ever seen. As a result, Igor brought his own personal whiteboards into the classroom with the help of a few jocks. His shoulders were starting to cramp up though there were no bags under his eyes. The reason for this was the sleeping bag laid in front of the board with a hypo-allergenic pillow attached by velcrow. He'd slept there only with the knowledge that the classroom didn't have to be used until Sunday. Equations and theories were doodled on a few of the boards, deeply controversial ideas that Igor was looking to disprove ferociously. He'd called Quorra, an old project-friend. He couldn't very well have asked Frida. As much as he enjoyed their nights of dancing, Lord of the Rings, Star-trek, Firefly, Battlestar Gallactica etc, the real eye-opener that a friend has outlived their use is over-exposure to them. So he decided to renew his acquaintence with someone else. He'd written the place on her wall, confirmed the time over Twitter, texted to affirm that her hands were clean and then called her to beckon her earlier than expected. He thought he'd found a breakthrough but he needed it double-checked logically. He wasn't one to humiliate himself with ideas that were only half-good, he had to formalize his genius with only ground-breaking research. He paced the room, arms tied behind his back. A stern look on his face, that was only the look of concentration. He was apathetic to most human beings, he didn't care enough to dislike them and hate was a simple waste of energy. He hoped that he wasn't to be joined by a thinker of the clouds, considering and wittering things that had no practical use to science. Ten seconds flew by past the time he'd precisely made her aware to meet him. Livid, he found her dorm-room and knocked three times. "Quorra." he knocked another three times, "Quorra." he knocked a final three times. "Quorra." he said finally, holding his laptop to his chest with all his precious research on it. He couldn't comprehend who would back out of an agreement so quickly before even attempting to honor it.
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Post by quorra on Oct 13, 2011 11:21:22 GMT -5
She really had not been back in Montana for long, just before the classes were set to start since she had been busy in Chile making sure that all the last minute events went off without a hitch, her parents had set her to work this summer, still trying to prove her worth at being first in line and the last test had been to single handedly plan a fundraiser and dinner and she had been thoroughly impressed, every detail seemed to go off flawlessly and hopefully this would gain her a little more respect along her family knowing that neither of her younger siblings would be capable of planning something like that, it had been what she had been trained to do from a young age. She had always been readily involved in the events that were a product of being a King or Queen since her parents knew that she was very shy and this was their sort of way of moving her out of her ‘shell’ to try to combat it while allowing the people of Chile to form a liking for the princess. The more publicity she seemed to get in Chile the better since she tended to be in the spotlight for only good reasons. Already there was a controversy though where there were people that were questioning the quiet and soft spoken nature of the girl to ask themselves if she was really suitable to take the throne but she learnt to turn a blind eye to that and not pay too much attention.
So the first week of school she had felt like a zombie since she was still recovering from everything that happened over the summer and the stresses it placed on her but school almost seemed like a vacation with a lot less expectations. Academics had always been her strong suit since she tended to give it her undivided attention. She had never been involved in the groups like the Kings and Queens because she did not tend to fit in with the outgoing princes and princesses that only had it on their mind to climb the social ladder no matter how many people they needed to step on in order to reach the top. She had always stayed away from the gossip blog as well knowing that she was almost positive that her mother and father would have access to the information and this was the last thing that she wanted seeing as they were already very critical of her. Instead she spent a lot of the time involved in tennis, cross country as well as soccer. She also loved to read and could often be found places like the lake where it was out of the common area that a lot of the students tended to gather. She knew that she was set to meet with Igor today and how crazy he was about the certain time and for her to right on time so she did not hesitate in getting dressed and making sure that she was ready but before she even made it to the door there was a knock with an urgent voice. Speaking her name and knocking a specific three times. She was glad that Branna was already gone for the day because this pattern repeated until she opened the door and came face to face with him looking livid. At that moment she knew that she was a little late, ‘ a little late’ being no more than a couple seconds to him as he was sure to have been waiting around the corner for this exact moment where he would be able to tell her that she was late. She swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway. I’m sorry. I was just putting my shoes on. She uttered though knew that this was not going to be an excuse to him since he was just going to probably respond by telling her that she should have calculated how much time it was going to take her and figured this all into the equation before she made up an excuse like that. While he was a little quirky she still did adore the time that was spent with him as often she spent time curled up in the same classroom reading a book as he was making all his calculations and crazy theories that she could not even begin to grasp. The books that she tended to read were something that he would call useless and had on multiple occasions though she knew not to take it personally given that he just spoke very freely of his opinions and that was one of the things that she had come to admire considering there were very few people around that carried through with speaking their mind anymore, now it was all plagued by what they thought was the right thing to say and what was going to be benefit them.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 15, 2011 9:44:54 GMT -5
"In an age of barefoot men, Quorra, they got a lot done. Surely you don't wish to imply that the task of putting on shoes is affecting the worldwide development of science." he countered, unamused. Still, he needed her help. Sure, his enormous capacity for knowledge was a factor on his genius alone but he still needed a research partner. There was still an 'I' in Science after all, he wasn't looking to give the credit of his work to anyone else. Fortunately Quorra was - what was the word? - reliable. She was certainly to be trusted with his science because Igor knew statistically the odds of her understanding a theory so primordial on the science curriculum were very low indeed. At best, it gained a passing mention when one of the obscure but well-educated substitutes stopped by and gave the rest of his class cause to quote 'get this party started'. "I assume you've reacquainted yourself with the simple basics of astrophysics with particular revision to James Maxwell's thoughts on electromagnetism?" it was almost rhetorical, since he had tweeted her about it. He knew that he had been on World of Warcraft at the time but his memory could dictate exactly the time in which he'd tweeted her. Igor never worked around error, simply caused it to decompose with his mad skills in organization. Igor was truly for the win. He walked alongside her and took her to the classroom they'd be using, with no interest in making - as the colloquial phrase put it - 'small talk'. It served no purpose, no meaning. In fact he downright detested it. Once there he revealed to her the whiteboard with all his drawings and calculations with a proud exterior. The average response to his work was that it was the most powerful argument anyone had ever presented, so her compliments would only reaffirm what he already knew.
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Post by quorra on Oct 17, 2011 18:11:47 GMT -5
She knew to expect nothing less than some witty remark from him knowing that even though ten seconds was not enough to upset many people it was definitely enough to upset Igor seeing as he was extremely particular about the way that things were worked out and the precise manner he believed that everything should be finished. She tried her best not to smile when he stated that a lot had been accomplished in the age where there were no shoes. While she was normally a very shy person she had spent the years previous getting more and more comfortable around him and strangely enough even though their friendship could be seen as something that was a little strange she was close enough with him that she felt like she could say something to counter the comment.
I have a feeling I would still be getting lectured even if I had elected to not wear shoes and spare the extra thirty seconds. She countered with a small smirk crossing lips. I hardly think anything that I partake in would affect the worldwide development of science. Perhaps it was the fact that she had not been around him for a while that was bringing out the cheeky and devious manner in which she was talking with him, she only found herself hoping that it was not going to bring out an angry streak in him since it was nothing more than a small amount of good natured witty banter. She did not waste anymore time though knowing that it would only wear thin on his patience. Of course when he had tweeted her the information she had been sure to pull her laptop out of her packing and google what he had mentioned. While she might enjoy teasing him a little she certainly did not take it far enough to offend him and knew that even asked for her help was something that he had a hard time doing, so she had made sure to look up as much as possible.
In 1864 he came up with a theory; electric and magnetic fields travel through space in the form of waves, and at the constant speed of light.Yes I am familiar with it. She was positive that she had quoted that right off the google web page but at least she had looked it up and was proving that she was taking this all seriously. When he had asked her for help she had put together a backpack with drinks and food not knowing how long this was going to take since you never really did know when it involved Igor so she came well prepared as she slung the bag over her shoulders easily before closing the door behind her. She matched his stride alongside him easily knowing that they would be headed to one of the classrooms that he usually used seeing as it was a place that he tended to get the peace and quiet and she was right when they came to one of the doors, she had been pleased to walk in silence since she normally did not enjoy a lot of talking when it was deemed un needed and she was far too shy to involve herself in the babble that a lot of other people tended to engage themselves in. When they reached the room she walked in and he marched up to where he had left the whiteboard and revealed it to her for her eyes to go slightly wider of course she did not have a clue what any of it meant but it appeared to be a very intricate and complicated equation, though truly had she expected any less of him? Wow. She uttered gently while looking up to him not too sure what else to see seeing as she was sure that it was only going to make her sound like an idiot. She wondered what he was going to need her help with.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 18, 2011 18:58:12 GMT -5
Not being comfortable with prolonged conversation and displays of emotion or even bracing conversation, Igor didn't feel the need to say much. Quorra had become a close friend to him and even she was not entitled to what one might call 'witty banter'. "Considering that I am never wrong nor has it yet been proven that I am fallible, you'd do wise to listen to my lectures." he released straight-forwardly into the air, not even meeting her eyes. His focus was narrowly working on isolating each area of his experiment to see if they held any strong standings that might prove problematic. Course he'd checked it thirty times before but during examination number thirty-one he'd been persuaded to enjoy the graphics of his latest comic book. He felt intellectually stunted whenever he was away from his experiments for too long. It started to look like a swamp of unbalanced formulas to him but before he started all over he needed to know what he was doing wrong. "Now Quorra I need you to focus entirely on me and my enterprises. Can you do that or should I pretend to show an interest in how your day has been so that we can get some work done?" he inquired, eager for his work to be looked at in all of it's size ratio. He needed no distracted minds disturbing his work. "With your research, I expect you to be familiar enough to understand the theory before you. The reason I asked you to be here is to obtain a 'second opinion' if you will that the theory hasn't been thought of before. To aid you in this process, you shall need to do some more studying." and with that, Igor went behind the board and pulled out a column of about fifteen books. Anticipating a shocked expression of some variety, Igor shook his head as if talking to an amateur. "It's absurd to think that this would be satisfactory." Igor enunciated, lifting a finger as if to say 'ah', eager to show the extent of the work he expected her to accompany him with. He walked back behind the board and brought out another column, near to toppling over, full of books. "Welcome aboard, colleague." he half-smiled.
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Post by quorra on Oct 18, 2011 21:01:57 GMT -5
She knew that she was one step away from taking it too far with him so she better just agree with whatever he decided he was going to say next seeing as he was never going to admit that he was wrong because he did far too much to ensure that he was right every time before he opened his mouth. Really this was going to prove to be an asset when he ruled Austria, though she knew that one of his downfalls was going to be the fact that social skills were not something that he knew anything of, but when it came time for him to realize that he needed help in that department she would be around to help knowing that Igor meant well even though he came off to some people as a little ‘rough around the edges’ not to her though because she knew that he was the type of person that she could always depend on, like a rock, never wavering.
Over the years she knew what to expect from him and knew most of the times what his responses were going to be and what his opinions on different things were going to be even if he did through in a little variation every time with different wisdom he had gained over the years. Something that she did tend to also like, he was never bland to talk to that was for sure. He always had something that tended to blow her mind on the go and he was always very busy, she did not remember a single time where she had talked to him and he had not been involved in something very intricate and complex. The workings of his mind were something that also astonished her. With this admiration came the respect she had, while she knew that her life was a lot different she did have a mutual respect for him and considered him to be quite a close friend. Even as he was standing there and talking to her she was able to tell that his mind was elsewhere and he was working on his own problems probably to do with what they were going to be doing in the abandoned classroom. This was alright with her though since she did not enjoy the attention being on herself and therefore she was able to allow her mind to wanderer a little as she walked and just enjoy the easy pace of long strides as they carried her in the direction of their destination.
I can do that. She answered simply since she was not the type that was used to a lot of small talk seeing as she was a lot more shy than the rest of the girls that tended to be at Vineheart and therefore her interaction with people was really quite limited and it really was better for him not to ask her how her day had been because she would be left to search through her mind in order to try to find a response that might be satisfactory but knowing that nothing was going to be satisfactory to him when it came to small talk. She tended to think that she did know him well and was getting to know the quirks of his personality. She then braced herself for the revealing of whatever he was working on in the last little while and wondered how many hours he had been spending here lately. Probably every waking hour that he would be able to get away with while keeping up his own school work. She looked over the work that he had been doing when he exposed it and she did not even know where to start, what was she getting herself into? She was never going to admit it to him but did she even really like science this much? She did well in it and found it interesting but enough to be there and looking at this theory? He was her friend though and she was incredibly loyal to all of her friends and anything that was able to help him she was willing to be a part of even if it was less than appealing to herself.
She listened carefully to what he had to say about her giving a second opinion on this and watched as he pulled out an entire stack of books and did not even hide the fact that her eyes were going wide, she knew that this was going to please him since he liked to get a response or reaction out of her. She did not speak though, never was it this simple with him, the five books were only going to be the beginning. He then returned with yet another stack of books that was wavering at the top of the stack and she bit her bottom lip. When he welcomed her aboard and called her a colleague she did not even speak she did not know what to say that would really come out properly. What is our time frame on this? She asked while plucking of the books of the top of the stack, if she did not get started now it was only going to mean that it was going to take even more time.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 19, 2011 7:45:48 GMT -5
Igor wasted no time in reformulating some of his equations whilst Quorra got started on the books. With an IQ of 187 he knew that the content of those books would be far more relevant to her knowledge than his. The simplicity of those books were also moot to his already advanced knowledge and discoveries. He stopped in his tracks when he was asked about the time frame. He gave her a distinguishing look of bewilderment, as if she'd just suggested his entire research was a bowl of soup. "Time frame? Time is a limit, a restriction to the amount of work that needs to be done here. As such, asking about a time frame meets the same standard of nonsensical queries as 'how's it hanging' or 'who let the dogs out?.'He then opened the classroom closet and retrieved some simple equipment from the experimental physics lab. "Your bathroom break will be at 1:30, any prolonged time may cut short your lunch hour so be brief." he informed, setting up his experiment. He was careful since he was wearing a new sweater vest. He took a picture of the completed model on his phone and created a list of senders, most of his science contacts and many big gamers were now receiving his latest idea. Even two out of the six people on his 'all time enemies' list received the picture. It was a fake experiment to put them all off the scent. He wasn't letting anyone near this idea before him. That's another reason Quorra was invited; her comprehension couldn't expand to recreating his model nor his crucial explanations. Approaching the speed of light slowed time and Igor felt like he was vastly running up to it - if it were possible. Time wasn't moving fast enough. He felt betrayed by his own science, his brain was blocked. Rubbing his forehead with two fingers on either side he tried to make sense of what was missing.
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Post by quorra on Oct 19, 2011 18:59:25 GMT -5
He had wasted no time in shifting back into work mode the moment that they entered the door and she sat at the desk in the middle of the room, the only one large enough to house the amount of books that he had plucked like it was nothing from where he had been hiding them behind the desk where she could see them. It was almost like he was enjoying every moment of shock as he pulled these out to overwhelm her, this better help her in science this year, with all this work she better get the best mark! Sadly she did not think that the school was even going to start in covering the complex things that he was working on. She flipped the first page of the first book open before she made the mistake of asking him what the time line on this sort of project was and it had not been meant in a rude manner though he seemed appalled at her and she instantly regretted her words knowing that she was meriting a very large lecture yet again, though it did prove to be rather amusing. She felt like holding the book up between the two of them so that he could not see her through the cover seeing as she hated being in the spotlight for anything even if it was just the rage of one of her closest friends, confrontation was never one of her strong suits and she knew that she was not going to be retaliating but it still seemed to draw her back into her comfortable shell. He started rambling about how time was a limit and a restriction and that it was ridiculous to put a time frame on it. He elaborated as he tended to do and a small sigh was released. Luckily he did not seem like he was expecting her to answer anything that he had just said and she fell silent and started looking over the page once more before he started rattling through something that was in the closet and announcing that her bathroom break was going to be at 1:30 and brow raised lightly. Her freedom was being taken away by the moment but she knew that he meant well and she was going to play by his rules, that was not going to say that he was not going to owe her after all this was done though and she would have to think of something that he would be called upon to do. She would have liked to tell him that she would be going to the washroom whenever she wished but knew that this was only going to upset him further and she was setting foot on a dangerous side of a very large cliff that she did not want to march her way off. She was actually interested in some of the things that she was reading even though they were hard to comprehend but she was starting to get the gist of it when she looked up to see him looking a little perplexed and frustrated and could not help but be mildly amused though she did not dare comment or say anything.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 22, 2011 5:22:49 GMT -5
Science was everything. The very matter that formulated the world was made of sub-atomic particles. Therefore Igor couldn't personally see why it wasn't worth learning. It applied to everything. The liberal arts, humourous as they were, served no real purpose to him. For example poetry only created an uplifting experience for the reader if one were to be homeless, depressed or dissatisfied with their love life, the way Igor saw it. Since he was neither of those he was crushing any notion of poetry being deemed any such use to society or in fact the world. Igor had to say he was impressed with Quorra. She listened to orders and she did so pleasantly. It was refreshing to see such enthusiasm for research! In a careful motion Igor pulled out a seat opposite Quorra, allowing the books to form a barrier between them. "I must say - I've never met a student so very dedicated to research much like myself. Could I show you to my mother?" Igor referenced his mother for the opportunity to prove to his mother that he did in fact befriend a woman at school. The last time over a phone call he suggested that he did in fact share conversations with women sometimes caused hysterical laughter down the phone. His mouth was a tight-lipped smile, his eyes wandered at a few of the books she had yet to read and tried not to tut or scoff. They were practically children's books. Especially the history of the Tanner Graph, forward error correction had very much been alive and well before specified in that pitiful textbook. "I understand it is a requirement of comradeship to inquire as to your day so far." he stated nonchalantly, scanning the textbooks she was reading out of the corner of her eye. It would be easy for her to miss something crucial to his theory, he would definitely be re-checking them after she was gone. The one catch with science was that everything had to be overlooked again and again.
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Post by quorra on Oct 22, 2011 18:11:27 GMT -5
She did understand the basics of science after all she tended to do well in all subjects, she was taking chemistry and biology both this year and had enjoyed them in the last year and while physics was not on the list of things to take the two had provided a small introduction to both of them and she knew well that matter was everything around them and everything was composed of the three sub-atomic particles called electrons, neutrons, and protons. This was an important thing to be able to grasp before anything more complex was attempted. While nothing in science was set in permanent theory considering the way things were viewed were always changing there were some theories that were a little more respected than others and she knew that the most accepted model of an atom was that of Neils Bohr all of this she knew and she knew well since it was something that needed to be memorized and she tended to get very good grades in the classes that she took, she was always punctual, not by Igor’s standards which were right down to the second but enough to the teacher that a lot of the time she was seen as the golden student that never spoke out of turn, sat in the back of the class to not draw attention to herself and always did her homework on time, one that the teacher never had to worry about their marks and if they needed extra help because if there was something that she did not understand she would do the best in her power to make sure to get it, on her own. She was not the type to allow herself to struggle when it was not needed, there were plenty of other people out there that would be able to help her with what she needed and this was the only time that she was even remotely social since she weighed the options and it was more important for her to be doing well then for her to be nervous of having to ask someone.
She had been looking at one of the books and trying her best to get herself into the mood for complex theories that were far above her own understanding and even though he saw them to be basic they were quite the opposite, she was a little more creative rather than scientific. He took a seat beside her with the books in between them and brow was raised slightly though she did not allow this to become known as she glanced back at the book before he spoke to her and it was in the form of praise, enough that it almost made her jaw drop like a fool but that would be less than lady-like and if Quorra was anything she was very polite and well composed with the manners of a princess in comparison to the non-existent manners of girls such as the Queens that she had never gotten along with. He commented that he had not seen someone that was dedicated to research as he was and this caused a reddish tinge to creep along her cheeks, she was not used to a confession that was almost a compliment. He asked her if he would be able to show her to his mother, coming from anyone else it might have been enough to make her laugh though when coming from Igor she was not too sure if he really was serious or not, he did not tend to say anything that he was not serious about, he was sarcastic and witty yes but that was different. She realized that she had not said anything and sought out the lack of coherent thoughts that were jumbled in her brain. Your mother seems like a very intimidating woman I don’t know if she would think very highly of me. The nervous manner of her word were apparent as she spoke and looked directly back down at the book to hide the fact that she was a chicken.
There was a small amount of silence between the two as she continued to read and slowly regain the calm and cool complexion that signified that she was starting to relax but words once again were spoken between them and she looked back up. Placing her finger where she had left off in the book she met his eyes for a moment before responding. He had just asked her how her day was which was something strange to her considering they normally did not ever speak about something that would be considered small talk. She did not flinch though and show that she found this strange because that would be rude and only took a split second to respond. Really uneventful, starting to get back into the routine of school and yourself?
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 23, 2011 10:02:03 GMT -5
Igor's sharp sense of observation caught the vision that was an apparent involuntary reddening. He observed the most common phase of blushing stemming from social anxieties. It was irrelevant to him and wasn't worth mentioning. Especially when he considered the fact that he had yet to do a medical history, serious adverse circumstances and mental checklist to determine her state of mind and it's flaws. She could have erythrophobia. The sufferers of which may upon realization cry or hide themselves away. Igor only cried around stupid people, Quorra wasn't stupid, therefore he couldn't reciprocate and join the effort to console her. He added some more to his theory, the black pen making a strong scraping sound as it was dragged around the whiteboard. Things were looking persuasive but there were still many missing components, hopefully to be found upon research.
For twenty-four minutes and a half Igor didn't speak again. With a flick of his wrist his eyes gandered upon the precise digital time and urged himself forward toward a cloth, covering a plastic temperature-controlled container with food inside. "Ah and time for lunch. I assumed you would fall prey to the contemporary belief that eating low amounts of fat will somehow boost your appeal to the opposite sex. I rather doubt that. Look at the Amazons. Those beefy gals had their share of men." he lifted the lid off the container and indicated with his hand toward the bread. "It's Rugbrod." his tight-lipped smile shining through at his brilliance. "It's Danish and it's low in fat because it doesn't contain any oil or flavouring. It contains no sugar and rich in dietary fibre." taking a pause, he continued. " Now I understand that Lord Sandwich's invention required meat, cheese, perhaps salad and/or condiments between the two slices." his eyes indicated that what he was about to say was the genius part.
With a slightly elevated tone his voice lifted; "However, pertaining to popular belief, the least amount of 'kcal' equates to the most aesthetically pleasing figure. Therefore I eliminated the filling entirely, giving you maximum comfort in your consumed quantity of carbohydrates." with pride he moved back to his research. He personally never ate when he was working.
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Post by quorra on Oct 23, 2011 12:16:51 GMT -5
Even though her complexion tended to be a lot darker than a lot of people around here she tended to blush easily and it was not something that was able to be hidden, it was expected from her though seeing as she tended to be a very shy and nervous person, the Chile sun this summer seemed to fail her as it was even more obvious today and she was able to tell that he noticed, he did not say anything though which was good because that was only going to add to it. Most guys would have thought that this was some sort of a sign but he was not most guys and really for her it happened a lot more often and in the presence of a lot of other people other than just the opposite sex. It did not take him long to go back to writing on the white board and she could not help but feel like she had been let of the hook of having to talk some more as she returned to reading the books, by the time she finished all these it seemed like she was most likely to die of old age first but once she was determined there was no stopping her and she did not want to let Igor down. No matter how quirky he was he meant well and she adored him as a friend so therefore meaning that she was loyal and going to do her best to make sure that she did everything in her power to please him. She knew that this research was important and knew that he was very particular so while she was combing over the books she was doing her best to make sure that she did not forget a single part and was very thorough.
For someone that did not seem to like too much talking he seemed to be doing a fair amount of it, since it was then him that spoke up first again after the next half an hour. It was to state that it was lunch time though and so therefore she did not mind the announcement since it would be able to give her a little breather between books. Her mind felt like a muddled mess of thoughts as well as the new information that had not yet chosen a place to settle she wondered if most of it was going to be forgotten and therefore deemed a waste of time after all this was over and done with. Or would her mind pick it up and absorb it like a sponge just in case she might ever need it? A ridiculous thought since her destiny was going to be ruling Chile so why would she ever need any of this? She was going to be a Queen and therefore her interest was not to be in science it was to be in the political aspects of running a country and keeping her people happy. The movement where he looked at his watch proved to be something distracting enough that she raised her eyes after that to hear the announcement and moved towards a plastic container in which she was sure was housing some sort of food. She should have known better than to think that for ‘lunch’ they would be just making the small journey down to the cafeteria like she would have done with any other person. He was not going to leave the room until all this was finished, that was out of the question and it would mean that he would have to leave all his theory which he was very protective of so she should have known better..
Uhh, thanks. She really was not the same as the rest of the girls in the school that tended to count their calories since she was involved in a lot of sports like cross country, dancing as well as soccer so therefore she did no watch as closely what she ate, it was simply not worth it to her. Perhaps when she stopped being so active she might become like that but for the time being it really did not matter. She did chuckle lightly when he made the comment about Amazon women having their share of men, just the thought of something like that coming from his mouth was just comical to her and she was almost positive that she was going to receive a form of glare for the laugh.
She had placed all the books back into a pile so that they were not going to be in the way and that the food was going to be nowhere near them, knowing that this would not be something that he liked. He gestured to the container where she then accepted a piece never having heard the name that he spoke before. Thank you. She uttered gently. Of course there was going to be an explanation of what it was and why it was superior to you know, regular bread.. A small smile settled on her lips as eyes were raised to meet his as he started to speak and explain. Right according to plan, if she kept this up she was going to be able to predict what his next move was going to be. Brow raised when he uttered that it was a Danish bread that had no oil or flavoring meaning that it was probably going to taste terrible. She would never say that though she was much too polite and she had not actually tried it yet so she did not know if this was true at all. She was definitely expecting him to pull out the rest of the makings of a sandwich but that was not going to happen it was just the bread. It seems you have forgotten part of the equation, the fact that I have both a cross country run and dance practice this evening. She stated before looking back towards the bread and sampling it, surprisingly it did taste rather good either that or she was more hungry than she noticed beforehand. It tastes good. Thank you. She stated again, finishing it and standing from where she had been sitting. I am going to the washroom. She told him, she knew that she was going to need to wash her hands after eating since that seemed like something that would be important to him and she wanted to avoid conflict. So she headed out to the door and along the hallway, after finishing in the washroom and washing her hands she made her way back the classroom. Opening the door and walking back to her place.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 24, 2011 7:23:40 GMT -5
The battery on his brain started to run low, he queried everything and found no solutions. It seemed he would need to recharge and come back to it before he committed battery against his own whiteboard. This was unacceptable and moronic, to think that a highly evolved creature of pure intellect such as himself could be halted in his tracks like a fox that wandered too far. His head turned to Quorra's mention of dance practice. "Ah the masterful art of dance. I can say with certainty that it was one of the most inviting activities during my weeks at the palace. What dance are you learning? The rumba? The cha cha?" he inquired, demonstrating a few moves while he spoke. One day, when he could read thoughts, the need for human conversation would lessen and he wouldn't have to ask trivial questions. For now, he'd settle for quenching his curiosity.
There were worse past-times than talking. At least engaging in verbal interaction gave a person some insight into who they're conversing with. Contact with a person that extends from verbal, like the messy act of fornication, held no meaning but to reproduce and with prophylactics being sold like candy bars it was even losing this novelty. Igor knew the burden that came with being 1st in line required him to produce heirs but any child of his would be nothing short of a super-genius. He'd have to find compatible genes to merge with his own to create a formula of intelligence much greater than anything Darwin had ever anticipated when he observed survival of the fittest in the Galapagos Islands.
Igor was impressed. He had already prepared five different napkins with which to dispose of the nasty bacteria dwelling on her person. It seemed she was one step ahead, though Igor had permitted her only a few minutes before he would physically wait outside the door and sternly insist she came out. When she came back he greeted her by standing in front of her, arms crossed behind his back and an intense look in his eyes. "You didn't have to do that. I had napkins. Look, see. One for the hands, one for the face, one for cleaning up, one for your lap and one miscellaneous which includes spillages and/or uncontrollable nose bleeds. Now they serve no purpose. I insist you clean up again with the assigned and assorted napkins." he displayed the napkins on the table in front of him where the empty container of bread was staring them in the face. It was easy to tell which was which, they each had laminated labels.
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Post by quorra on Oct 24, 2011 18:18:25 GMT -5
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 26, 2011 18:01:31 GMT -5
Igor was a firm believer in practice practice practice. However, some, like himself, had natural talent that enabled them to skip a few steps. it'd been like that upon learning dance, he'd had to practice. Dancing wasn't a natural talent of this, like scientific equations and theoretical physics. He was studying PhD level textbooks that read to him like a children's book. Knowledge came to him as constant as currency. Dance however, that'd been tricky. Like the theory that long-term memory must be rehearsed, so too did the skill of dance. Every week he had dance lessons at home and on his birthday a year later danced with all the eligible princesses in the room, as was tradition. Apparently it had impressed. One girl by the end of the night asked if they could go upstairs, so Igor gave her a tour and then walked her to her car.
"Teach you? Where do you suggest I find time to impart my wisdom?" he inquired, free time came so rarely to him that when it graced his presence he went kung-fu and sent it packing. He evaluated his work so far and finalized that it would be enough for today, he wanted to sit down with a nice comic book. "For your trouble of working with me today I'd like to extend a grateful dismissal. I can take it from here." Igor stated, closing his hand over his chin and turning back to his work. What exhausting manual brain activity was required for this level of thinking!
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