Third Week - END OF THE MONTH [Chain 2]

Lukxiel · 1 Third Week - END OF THE MONTH [Chain 2] 14/07/23, 06:36 am

Lukxiel

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Magoi:

(120/120)
Stamina:

(230/230)

T. Lukxiel

"In The Dark Time...the eyes begin to see...
I Meet My SHADOW
"

General Info

Name:Lukxiel, Axca
Age: 6
Link to Approved Character: Lukxiel
Character Vault:Templar's Axca Vault
Rank:Templar
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Job details:

Last week was tough for the first time since he left for the academy. The end of the first month of many months ahead was approaching right before him. The way the month flew by like a train made him realize he might actually have found a place to belong to outside of his home country, Merridia but it was still too early for him as a child to decide that. The only thing leftover from his punishment was more punishment than ever, but still it was too early to know what was going to happen next. Tired, bested, and bruised, Lukxiel found himself chatting up with a classmate. A good conversation about the subject of magic formulas and how certain combinations allow advanced magic works. His interest for said topic seems to stem from haven’t borrowed his classmates' work textbooks. Finding a suitable way around his issue of not having access to his, or any magical tomes, books, or grimories.

Standing at the front of the class, Professor Flugendorf would be found seated at his desk going over four stacks of papers; one stack being for his current class. The papers were pre-evaluation documents for each student, spanning over each of his lower ranked classes out of the six classes he teaches himself. Any student could tell that the first month's evaluation was done and that even teachers got stressed to meet their expected deadline. One glance up from the Professor, he would call down Lukxiel to his desk interrupting him, and his classmate. Upon arrival at prof’s Fludgendorf desk the older magus would express, detest, and even laugh out right in the boys face. Barking, and hysterically snapping at him about how the remedial class from last week won’t compare to how his practical life was going to be turned upside down and steer from perfect after this week. Going over how the young boy must clean both the men’s and women’s laboratories, but even some of their dormitories as well!

The face on the child would be distraught and uncomfortable. His stomach felt sour while his lips puckered in! Lukxiel couldn’t believe what he was told to do, but what could beat being able to freely roam around another room… In his sour mood he thought about the books he could snag for his collection. No more ransacking of his items, he would be the delinquent master or sheriff in town to come collect the booty. All these thoughts in his head popped up as he went back to finish off the class, but more importantly his conversation. About an hour after the class he would be summoned to the custodian’s room to pick up the supplies. Professor Fludgendorf, One Janitor, and Luxkiel all stood in front of an old beaten down wooden door that led to the supply closet. After the door was opened, the professor would walk him to the girl’s dormitory, and laboratory first. The first day to the start of a long week would begin with the girls, he thought this was fitting but the hovering professor wasn’t. How was he supposed to snoop, and make his move if the main enemy, and man who’s also in trouble was down his neck.

Starting in the bathroom Luxkiel would work diligently on the tubs, toilets, sinks and floor for about an hour and half. The cleaning utensils he got from the storage closet were a wooden bucket, a wooden broom, a super faded gray cleaning rag, and anything else he deemed was usable. Scrubbing the laboratory surfaces down to the very atom, he believed that not messing a speck was the way to go, wanting to make sure each thing was gone over, and over trying to leave a shine behind on his work. From here he went on between the boys and the girls dormitories cleaning up behind the other mages, grabbing overflowed bags of trash, n etceteria to throw away, cleaning up any spills, or fluids or just plain messes that went ignored, out of sight. Luxkiel had found himself done just about for the night ! Returning to the supply closet to place the items he took back to where they belonged. After locking up, and returning to the boy’s dorm, he would take himself to the showers, the musk told him that time was of the essence. How did a being made of heat, and light smell of musk, and trash?

END OF THE MONTH

Professor Fludgendorf was lecturing and speaking about his recent research while overlooking Lukxiel as he found himself waiting for the last boy, and like two girls to leave the premises of the laboratories. One stall smelled, and emitted this awful odor from the boy's side. Fludgendorf shoo’d Lukx at the stall, and watched from behind the boy with a smile on his face. The last of the boys were gone so he checked, and what he found was not to be expected. A clogged, overflowed, and gushing toilet of green sewage, seaweed water shot out and hit the young seraphim . It seemed that the last boy out had set up this prank just as he was about to get started.

From that moment he opened the door, the funky smelling toilet gushed, squirted, and overflowed into the room and stained the stall all the way up to the ceiling. Flugendorf stood back letting his borg materialize blocking any residual sewer water hit him. Luxkiel was covered and colored green, his eyes shooting blank as his fury was bound. His father's voice repeated in his mind, as he just sizzled and steamed himself dry purely off his emotions. The color green stained his custom made robes, hair, skin, and just felt like it was everywhere. The girls that heard this walked around and saw the boy and screamed. “ SEWER GOI SEWER GOI “ his feeling taking a hit harder than his pride for being called Goi. Flugendorf was excited, he just turned and left the scene finally seeing something worthwhile after this long month of waiting.

Lukxiel in his anger, and disgust twitched. Stripping down to his boxers, he’d incinerate his robes creating a black smudge behind where they were. Once again storming off to the storage closet, naked but not really he’d clean. And clean. And clean. And clean. And clean so freaking much that he actually scrubbed a few dents into some of the tiles, and sinks but nothing really was damaged beyond repair. The shower after returning everything, and locking up was his highlight to meditate and relax. No other mages, no professors, no stupid girls. Just him and it felt good to be by himself, he felt more in tune with himself more than angry about the situation that professor has put him through. Remember his mothers word, he would let the fresh warm, but steamy water hit his back. Whisking his head back, and letting it run down his hair til it splattered against the tiles below. Lukxiel missed home, but the academy still wasn’t too bad, he thought.

Wc: 1,176/1,000
Affiliation: Chronus

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Third Week - END OF THE MONTH [Chain 2]

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