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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2013 2:30:26 GMT -8
Im Yong Soo rubbed his eyes tiredly as he tried to focus on the glowing screen of his computer. The device that sat before him was a model he'd improved upon himself, and the display that he was then eyeing was light, flexible, and even transparent. In fact, it was a computer he could easily fold up and slip into his bag, not in the way laptops did, but in the way one might be able to fold a piece of paper. It was very convenient, and the added appeal of a touch screen would have made the computer a very popular device if he decided to market it. For the moment, however, he was quite content to have the bragging rights to owning such a great piece of technology that he had fashioned himself.
However, even the greatness of his invention couldn't keep weariness from threatening to overtake him. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown as he tried to concentrate on the lecture he had drawn up on the screen, but his eyelids kept threatening to fall closed. He rubbed his eyes again, rather determined not to fall asleep at his desk. After all, it was barely into the evening, and he knew that if he gave in to slumber right then he wouldn't be able to even consider sleeping again until five in the afternoon or so, and at that point the process would repeat. He knew it had been a terrible idea to stay up to play World of Warcraft.
Yong Soo yawned, leaning backwards in his chair and stretching. It seemed like a lost cause to attempt to write his lecture when the words were blurring in front of his eyes, and at this point he doubted he could reliably articulate the uses of nuclear fission. He figured he needed a bit of fresh air to keep himself awake, and if not that, then perhaps someone to keep him company. He figured that he could return home as well, but the couch or bed might prove too tempting in his situation, and he would rather set his schedule straight (for the fourth time that month) before the class he had to teach the day after.
Sighing and reluctantly pushing himself out of the chair, Yong Soo decided that a stroll outside might be desirable. Even if the chill air failed to shock him awake, he could stop by one of the many coffee shops that populated the blocks around campus, and if chance would have it, he might run into someone who could engage him in a bit of conversation. It was a pity that his teaching assistant was out, as the other could always be counted on for some interesting dialogue or other entertainment of sorts.
He shut off his computer with a press of the button (only after making sure he'd saved his work, of course—nothing was more dreaded by a scholar than the possibility of losing his or her material by such a careless fault), and shrugged on his jacket and scarf. He left his computer resting on the table; he'd return for it later, since he felt no great desire to lug around his briefcase during a leisurely stroll. He did, however, grab his wallet and push it into the pocket of his coat, in the case that he'd need it for a cup of coffee, or if he happened to be involved in some terrible accident and someone required his identification to publish the horrible accident in the newspapers. Which was, of course, something he hoped would not happen, as he'd much rather have his great successes making the headlines rather than some great tragedy.
Feeling sufficiently secure in a buttoned-up coat and a tightly wrapped scarf, Yong Soo picked his way through the chaos of his office, avoiding the delicate gadgets that littered almost every available surface. The more dangerous ones he'd left securely under lock and key in the lab storages, as per his own protocol, but any of his inventions were precious and occasionally a bit perilous, and therefore it was in his own (and any of his visitors') best interests not to fool around too carelessly with the apparatuses.
He pushed open his office door and stepped out into the hallway, locking it securely behind him. It was absolutely forbidden (and beyond forbidden, just a plain bad idea) to enter his office when he wasn't there, which he now programmed the electronic board he hung from his door to say. "Out for a walk," it read now in green lettering, "Find me if you can, but if you can't, then don't try to open this door!" There honestly needn't be a reprieve of an event of three years ago, when one of his students had somehow managed to retrieve a key from the janitor and opened the door, only to carelessly fiddle with one of Yong Soo's electric lighters which eventually resulted in the evacuation of the entire building when mercury oxide was released into the atmosphere. After that, Yong Soo had a splendid experience with departmental action, just as the student had a splendid time getting de-toxified in a nearby hospital. Warnings not to enter the nuclear physics professor's office unattended by the man himself were taken rather seriously after that.
Once he was properly assured that nothing short of a criminal break-in would cause his office door to open, he turned and walked a bit sluggishly down the hall. The entire physics wing was quiet, many of his coworkers having already left for the day. Others might be spending time in the labs or over at the library, but there were few who made use of their offices at these hours. The quiet would have been unnerving if Yong Soo were not accustomed to spending irregular hours around the area, but he, alas, was, and so the silence was acknowledged as a staple of the evening.
He passed the closed doors of his colleagues' offices, then down two flights of stairs before reaching the main entrance to the sciences building. The light outside was already waning, so he planned for nothing more than a fifteen-minute walk to get rid of the tiredness he felt. However, as anyone who has ever lived in this world would tell you, such things rarely went according to plan.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 11:43:20 GMT -8
Few things existed in life that were more annoying or obnoxious than the most tedious points of archaeology. As a whole, the field of study was great, a physical take on history with actual legitimate proof that something happened, facts not included and speculation abounding. But God, did it get dull. Make no mistake, Heracles absolutely loved what he did, but he’d be lying if he said he enjoyed every bit of it. No matter what career one embarked on, there were always going to be bits and pieces that pissed one off.
That’s exactly what Heracles was doing. Tedious, boring work. No, not even that—tedious boring work that he had to go back and correct. Heracles made the mistake of allowing lab interns to try their hand at database work. How hard could it be? Copy from cards, put them into a grid sheet. Not hard at all! Imagine Heracles’ frustration when he went back through all the completed lines, only to find that all of them were wrong? How hard could it possibly be to type things.
Apparently, very hard, considering a large portion of what was written was skill-less and annoying shorthand and text speak. This was a professional database, not some chat room online! Who did these kids think they were working for and why was Heracles just mentally ranting to himself? Heracles groaned, frustrated, while pressing his fingers to his temple. He hated going back and fixing mistakes, especially for this. He wouldn’t mind so much if he were actually making progress, but no! He was backtracking, basically! It wasn’t even just the boredom that irritated him, but the sheer slowness of his progress.
Heracles somehow managed through will and patience to get through the last few weeks with just the use of his left arm, his dominant right arm being held stiffly in a cast, which made the acts of both typing and writing awkward adventures he chose to not embark on. Luckily, he had students eager for extra credit, who could stand up in the front of the class and write points on the board for him, and in their downtime draw pictures of poptart cats.
The day was slowly giving way to night. He needed a break. This could wait until tomorrow…. And maybe next time he allowed a student to touch his system, he’d properly drill into them that screwing it up would get them a failing grade.
Yes, a break would be nice… he desperately wanted one.
He saved his progress, jotted down on a sticky note where he left off, and then shut down his computer, debating whether or not he would come back. Nah, he was done for the night. He was a little too frustrated with the day to bother, and he felt as if he needed a nap somewhere to ward off the bubbling anger. God, that student—no. no, Heracles, leave it alone. You can’t change it. Okay, that’s a lie. You did change it.
He reorganized the papers on his desk (if organization is what this can be called), threw on his jacket, and finally exited his dark office, closing the door behind him and locking it. Unlike some professors, there was very little reason for anyone to try to break into this particular room, as every artifact he might be working with was locked up tightly elsewhere. A relief, that, as there was a pretty ridiculous market in the artifact trade outside of professionalism. Bleh.
He had students do that sometimes, too. He didn’t expect any of them to be involved in criminal activities, but every now and then there would be a mysterious disappearance of items from their homes within their laboratory, which Heracles sometimes attributed to students who just could help but add to their collections. He couldn’t blame them, as he had similar thoughts every now and then, but surely self control wasn’t that difficult.
To hear some of the things that went through Heracles’ mind, one might assume he absolutely hated all of his students! This was, however, untrue. He disliked only a choice few whom he had seen to deserve the dislike. Most of his students were rather enjoyable and responsible… the irresponsibility was only a problem once in a blue moon, but the repercussions sometimes lasted for much longer afterward.
Like that damn database, only made more difficult to work with by the fact of his somewhat maimed right arm.
He had no reason to expect anyone to come knocking anyway, as his appointment hours had long passed and anyone that really wanted to talk to him would email him, so hopefully there would be no surprises. How many people were even still here?
With his jacket hung over him as if it were as cape (Don’t judge, he thought it made him look several degrees cooler!), Heracles started his journey back home, down stairs, across hallways, until the familiar face of a coworker came into view, him also escaping the confines of the Imperial College offices into the outside world.
Heracles’ lips tugged into a slight smile, and he picked up his pace a little, just enough to casually and naturally catch up to the man without causing too much of a stir. They were entirely different fields and departments, but he knew who Yong Soo was. What was a little company before leaving?
“I didn’t think anyone else would be here!” Heracles spoke when he felt he was within earshot of the Korean, lagging only a few steps behind him. Not for long, however, his stride finally closing the gap until he walked alongside him. “I try not to stay too late anymore. Last time I tried that, I ended up getting really sidetracked.”
Actually, wasn’t Soo a better target for criminals than some dinky archaeologist like Heracles? Sure, they had a good reason for picking him up off the campus, but it wasn’t as if deciphering the tablet (which he never did!) would destroy a nation.
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The spring air was chill, with the remnant smell of passing rain hanging in its midst. Yong Soo thought he could recall some passing shower from that afternoon, but then again, it was always raining in London so who was he to keep track? At the very least, the cool air seemed to be working on his hazy mind, and he found himself a bit more awake even as he pulled his jacket a little closer. In spite of the good it was doing his consciousness, he was never very fond of this dreary weather and a small shiver wracked his shoulders.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a look around the courtyard, not very surprised to find it nearly deserted. There were a few students wandering about, making their ways to night classes or dorms undoubtedly, but otherwise the only presence in the yard were the few stray leaves of rebudding trees. He supposed he would head down the road and pay Carmen a visit, but he'd taken naught a few steps in that direction when someone approached him whom he hadn't noticed before.
Attention caught, he twisted his head to see Heracles Karpusi walking towards him from the opposite direction, and he slowed in his steps to allow the other to catch up. Yong Soo returned his greeting with a grin and a small wave. Heracles worked in a vastly different discipline than he, but (strangely enough) their buildings were located rather close together, and although that might not usually imply any sort of acquaintanceship between two people whose interests lay in very unlike fields, Yong Soo had a fair ability to get along, at least superficially, with anyone at all.
He maintained something more than a polite, if distant, coworker relationship with Heracles, however. Perhaps the other professor's laid-back nature contrasted well with Yong Soo's more excitable one, or simply that he had an endless amount of patience, but they managed to get along in a sort of haphazardly pleasant relationship somehow. For instance, it appeared that Heracles was one of the few who could put up with Yong Soo's seemingly interminable monologues without feeling the urge to split within the first ten minutes.
Yong Soo resumed his stride when Heracles caught up, going the way he had originally intended to. "It couldn't be helped," he answered the archaeologist with a sigh. "I would be more than happy to go home and crash early—" he broke off as he yawned, raising a hand to stifle it, but the reaction from his body only emphasized his point. He gave a short laugh and rubbed at his eyes before continuing, "I'm tired as all hell, as you can probably see!" but the words were said without any trace of irritation.
"You know, I always have that bad habit of staying up way too late, and—well—I managed to do that again last night!" he said. He'd told Heracles about those episodes before, and the general storyline was usually the same, but he felt compelled to talk about it anyway! "I was just doing some raids with my guild, and before I knew it, it was way past four in the morning! Somewhere along the line I managed to skip dinner too." A brief pause—he hadn't even realized that until he mentioned it himself. "I think I need to pay a bit more attention to the time," he continued, "but I wouldn't want to miss out on all of the fun either, so it's a real dilemma, you know?" He halted for a moment in his speech, as though gravely considering the question, but then he simply shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Well, I guess I'll just have to put up with it. I mean, I survive and all, but man if I'm not tired right now."
He yawned again, covering his mouth with a hand. Old habits died hard, and if his mother hadn't nit-picked his whimsies out of him, she had certainly insisted enough to correct his manners. And as his mind lingered on that, he recalled that he had rather unceremoniously dragged Heracles along with him, and they were now a good distance down the road. He made a small 'oh' sound of realization and stopped.
"By the way, I'm just heading down Three Tomatoes to get a coffee." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the shopping street. "I just thought I'd pay Carmen a visit and maybe get a bit of fresh air to wake up a little before going home. If I went back right away, I'm pretty sure I'd fall asleep on the couch and my cycle of insomnia would just continue, so I thought I'd make a stop, have a conversation and buy some time, y'know? Anyway," he took a breath, then smiled at Heracles. "Want to come with? You usually don't head in this direction, do you? Wouldn't want to sidetrack you too much!"
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"You do look pretty exhausted." Heracles commented, watching him closely. And Herc thought he had sleeping problems. Heracles himself was a bit of an insomniac - not completely, but enough to warrant punctuating his day with naps in the most uncomfortable places imaginable. It was no surprise to any student that most days they would walk into his lecture hall and see him snoozing on his desk. While some students would be content letting him sleep the lesson away, some of Herc's more responsible favorites could always be trusted to wake him up on time.
But it seemed as if Soo's fallible sleeping habits were his own doing and not inflicted by some unseen force.
"I was just doing some raids with my guild, and before I knew it, it was way past four in the morning! Somewhere along the line I managed to skip dinner too." Soo explained, sheepishly grinning and shifting a little in his stance as they walked. Heracles nodded mutely, but didn't actually have any real idea what the Korean was talking about. Heracles didn't game at all, pretty much, so the concept of a "raid" in conjunction with "guild," a word he actually knew the meaning of, left him slightly confused and merely nodding his head in agreement of something obscure.
"And a raid is... what?" Heracles asked.
Putting the pieces together seemed to imply a group of savages in a like-minded group pillaging the innocent masses of some land-- but considering this was Soo, he hardly expected that to be true. He always looked so gentle and happy and hardly like tyrannical, genocidal maniac. Not to mention, what could be so interesting about a raid that it occupied Soo so completely that he'd forget to keep himself alive with food and water?
The way Soo went on trying to weigh the consequences of his gaming made the concept even more interesting, and Heracles listened with curiosity. "Sounds like this game of yours is a blast. I need to find something like that to keep me distracted." But then again, most of Herc's off-time was spent catching up on lost sleep. If there was anything any one person knew about the Greek it was that he spent every free second away from his working asleep somewhere. "I'm tempted-- no, no wait. I'll stay away."
Heracles chuckled weakly. "I'm enough of a lazy-ass as it is. Let's not get me into gaming too."
"By the way, I'm just heading down Three Tomatoes to get a coffee." The mention of coffee piqued his attention and his face brightened. Oh God, he related so much with the mention of insomnia, and he nodded his head.
"Coffee? Damn right I'll come with you. I don't go that way usually, but it's no trouble for me. Promise." Heracles said with a grin, stretching himself and groaning with contentment. "Staying up a little later is better than just going right home and sleeping. I have assignments I need to get through. My students have been waiting two weeks for me to hand back their last papers-- and might I say, I have some amazing writers in my 1:30 class."
Where was he going with that? Oh, right.
"Anyway, we just had this paper about some hominin species, and they were given a choice between certain species of Australopithecus afarensis, anamensis.. Uh-- robustus." Surely a rocket scientists like Soo would be uninterested in old bones, though... "And another class had papers on the seven wonders. That was my art history course. Buh-- yes, coffee. I need to stay up and finish reading those."
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Post by Captain on Jul 23, 2013 17:35:34 GMT -8
MOD - KAWAII DESU ELIZABETHU-CHAN What is this farce I don't even... Snap. Great, these pictures would do very well in the student's newspaper. Having two wonderful, fabulous, awe-inspiring, creative, bishie professors was probably the best thing in this university's history. She must take more photos of them and passionately write an article... After all... She isn't scaling the side of a tall building as if she was a spy for no reason what so ever. She'll go through great lengths to do justice to the literature of this century. She couldn't help but giggle... But giggle too loudly she did.
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“I don’t really have time for games,” Heracles admitted. “I haven’t ever had time or interest. I heard there was an Archaeology-type mini game in World of Warcraft but most of it was digging up dinosaurs and ancient bugs, not sure where the archaeology comes in…”
That was okay. He wasn’t playing the game so it wasn’t as if it was going to make him angry or anything. Being angry was too much effort, especially when the object was fictional.
Though partially hidden from view and skilled in such hiding, for she had doubtless taken many of the photos Heracles was accustomed to seeing, she was quite unable to stifle the loud giggle that got his attention. Heracles stopped abruptly in his walk and turned around.
The girl in question wasn’t even obscured, really. She was up off the ground, somehow—no wonder they didn’t see her. He didn’t recognize her. No student of his, but she had a camera, which could only mean one thing.
“Hey, you! Get down from there!” His first order was simply as a teacher – the student’s safety. “I can’t say this is the smartest thing I’ve ever seen a student do.”
What the hell was she doing up there—how!? Suction cups? Ropes? That was fucking dangerous, if she fell and broke something- well, if she fell and broke something it was her own damn fault for being stupid. Especially if this was the girl who was responsible for all the photos on facebook. Some of those were photoshopped!
The school was closed, anyway.
“I’m going to ask you nicely one more time, before I grab my phone and dial for someone to come force you to.” Heracles stood up straight and stared at her, arms crossed over his chest. There was going to be no mercy from this Greek man tonight. Not in this mood.
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"Well, I'm sure that not even exhaustion can diminish my dashing good looks!" Yong Soo joked in response, though if there was one thing undiminished by a shitty night's sleep, it was probably his ego. It was apparent to the Korean, however, that his coworker didn't quite grasp the virtues of his cause of sleeplessness, which was not unexpected. Heracles didn't seem like the type to indulge himself in the likes of videogames—much too laid-back for that, and videogames required a good amount of emotional investment and the occasional loud screaming at the controller.
He bothered Heracles about considering gaming anyway. He extolled its virtues and interactive interfaces (much improved by the gaming system he'd fiddled with and improved himself), and then the rather excellent storytelling in a few of the recently-released RPG games. This was a one-sided dialogue that continued for a duration of time, to put it ambiguously and mildly, within which a quick-paced explanation of the term 'raid' was included. There was no rush anyway; after all, Heracles had agreed to drop by Three Tomatoes with him, and it wouldn't make much sense to walk there in silence—thus, as he perceived it as his duty to provide decent conversation! (Even if it was much less a conversation so much as a monologue.)
He laughed a little as his coworker revealed his own reason for requiring caffeine-based sustenance. "Lucky for me, I don't have that many papers to grade regularly." Teaching upper-level science courses had its advantages. "But you see, what you have to do is space them out!" he continued, offering his advice when none had been requested, which was typical and utterly unsurprising. "Especially if you teach a lot of classes. You gotta—uh, what was the word?—stagger them out so that you don't have two hundred papers from two separate courses to read!" This was one of his own anecdotes that Yong Soo actually took to heart (unless the dates were somehow coincided through some carelessness of his own)—not that he had quite the number of students Heracles did, but he nevertheless didn't like the feeling of too many assignments piling up on him.
Caught up in his own ramblings, Yong Soo completely missed the fact that a little spy had been following their movements. He paid little heed to the giggle that loosed her lips, but Heracles wasn't so careless as to overlook the transgression. Yong Soo blinked, a bit puzzled, when his colleague broke from their conversation to address somebody high above the ground. He followed the other's gaze to the girl who was haphazardly... stuck? to the wall of a rather tall building beside them.
His first thought was questioning how on Earth she got up there, and his mind immediately ran through a list of possibilities including, but not limited to, suction cups, electrical currents, and magnets. His second thought was a contemplation on the contemporary popularity of scaling walls, and if he might be able to pitch a method to do so for the market. His third, whether she was a paparazzi, as he was quite used to those, and should tell Heracles simply not to mind her. His fourth and final thought was that she actually looked sort of familiar, and thus it struck him that she was in fact, not a paparazzi. He thought he vaguely remembered her as a senior member of Felix, their student-run newspaper.
Well, if that were the case then it was quite dangerous for her to be up there, as their students' safety was a priority for the college and for Yong Soo. Heracles seemed to have the situation under control, however, as he was very sternly addressing the student (what was her name? Liz? Elizabeth?) to "come down." Yong Soo rather agreed with the sentiment, since it looked to be a bit unstable up there, but he himself had always been a bit of a problem child and saw no grievous fault in her behavior. His leniency was another trait that made him rather popular among his students, to, some may argue, a fault. But it was, in his opinion which he usually asserted with his arms crossed and a wise nod, a much better idea to allow students to be adventurous within reasonable means.
So, Yong Soo made some mental calculations at this point. Did it look like Heracles had the situation under control? Yes. Was he too tired? Yes. Did he particularly care what Elizabeth was doing up there as long as she didn't fall and break something? Not really. The manifest solution then, seemed to be to allow his coworker to handle it.
In spite of that conclusion, however, he saw it appropriate to add, "It's dangerous up there, Miss Elizabeth! If you're not careful, you could very well end up in the hospital, and it looks like Professor Karpusi here wouldn't have much sympathy for you!" Yes—with that, he would stand back and allow Heracles to do... well, whatever he decided would be necessary. Yong Soo didn't think there was a protocol to be followed in the case of a student climbing a building to get some photos, but maybe that was the part in the handbook that he skipped.
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Post by Captain on Feb 21, 2014 15:35:43 GMT -8
MOD - "KAWAII DESU ELIZABETHU-CHAN"
forgive me for this piece of crap
For her to reveal her mode of scaling such heights would be near insanity! More insane than taking pictures of bishie professors and not publishing them! (Though it seems like she would have to lay low for quite some time.) But of course, this lady would never have her priorities straight - even if she was finally caught in the devious act.
"Don't worry - don't worry! I take precautions all the time! Not once did anything gone wrong!" Well, that was exactly not reassuring, yet she had full confidence of whatever she was doing (and perhaps she was watching too much episodes of people flinging around with cable shooting technology).
Though, realizing that Professor Karpusi was rather serious and that she would be in big trouble, despite what she would do, the student could only press a single button to slowly descend.
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This girl was going to be the death of him. She looked awfully familiar and he wasn't sure if he'd caught her before or just seen her in the halls. Considering her apparently obsession with snapping pictures of them, he didn't put it past her to get pictures in class too.
The way she lowered herself down from the building... she must have been an engineering major with a contraption like that. how did it even work? How was it supporting her weight? How the hell was it clinging to the side of the building without break? A million questions raced through Heracles' mind, but his glare did not once leave his face as he stared the girl down.
"So, you're the girl with the facebook page?" Heracles asked. He was attempting to make his voice as scathing as possible. Clearly this wasn't the first time she'd been following him, and Soo may or may not have known... But he was on that page too, photoshopped into rather scandalous images with Heracles. He knew this as a "ship" according to the girls who chatted with each other in the privacy of their pages. And the art. Dear God the ART.
He couldn't comprehend how girls in their teens could draw material like that comfortably though he admitted if he were not a subject in the pictures he might have enjoyed the view. Plenty of the artists were fantastic in their anatomy and-
Task at hand. Admire later.
"I'm tempted to take that thing away from you." Heracles threatened, stepping close to her. "It's a danger, you know. And it helps you harass and stalk."
There were probably plenty of professors who would agree with him, at least. Ugh, he didn't have time for this. He would have liked some coffee, or to go home and sleep. Either or. This distraction was ridiculous and unwanted.
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Yong Soo was confused. His eyes darted from the girl back to Heracles, unsure of what to say or whether he should intervene in the situation at all. She didn't seem like she was doing anything quite out of line. Oh sure, it looked rather haphazard up there, clinging to the brick through whatever method she was using, but it wasn't strictly against the rules to scale the walls of school buildings, was it? Had that been in the school handbook? Damn, he didn't remember at all. Herc seemed to have a better idea of what was going on though, which meant that, for once, he graciously shut his mouth and allowed someone else to do the talking.
Elizabeth seemed to be persuaded by Herc's words, and she slowly began to descend. "Ooh—that's what it is," Yong Soo said quietly, somewhat more to himself than to Herc. He wasn't sure where she'd gotten that technology, but now that he could make out the systems of wire that held her up, he thought that it seemed a great deal like the final project of one of the engineering students who'd graduated a couple years earlier. The question was, how did she manage to get her hands on it? Or had she just created it herself? He didn't remember if Elizabeth happened to be an engineering major or not, but the contraption wasn't something that would be found lying around in any old store.
Now, there was one thing in their conversation that he could pick up on. The Facebook page that Herc had mentioned—that he was familiar with. Oddly enough, he'd been a bit late on the discovery of the page, only checking it out when a student had sent him the link over chat. He had to admit, their students were creative, all right. Sure, it was somewhat awkward, but hey you could always get a good laugh out of things like that, so that was the way Yong Soo preferred to handle it. Besides, it was nothing too bad, right? Unless Herc was really bothered by it, in which case it seemed like he would have to take a serious stance against the issue—
His eyes fell on Herc. Was he bothered by it? Herc didn't seem like the type of guy who would be, but he was taking a pretty strict stance about it against Elizabeth. Yong Soo scratched his head, a bit perplexed. Being serious was never really his strong point, but he should go to the aid of his colleague, right? Especially since the Facebook page in question did involve the other… and himself… in rather compromising situation. Wait—was that even permitted by the school rulebook?
He cleared his throat once it seemed like Herc had said his share, stepping up to address the girl. "Ah—yes, Miss Elizabeth, this behavior has been most uncouth." He tried to look as serious and as disappointed in her as possible, though damn, it was really outside his character to be so stern. He had to help Herc out though, right? Couldn't leave a friend to fight this battle alone, but that contraption of hers was really interesting too. He really hoped those things at the end that looked like grappling hooks weren't the only things securing her to the building. "It might be best if this was confiscated," he continued, though he was no longer focused on Elizabeth, and instead had bent down to examine the contraption. His tiredness had (almost) been all but forgotten. "Where did you even get something like this anyway? You didn't take it from the engineering department, did you? Man, this is a real piece of work. Are you sure it's safe though? It doesn't look quite sturdy—" and off he went, completely distracted by his tangential curiousity in the apparatus, only partly concerned with what the girl had been using it for in the first place.
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