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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 22:04:10 GMT -6
Here he was, performing the menial task of grading papers. Konrad was an incredibly fast reader so he found grading to be particularly easy and not time consuming, but some students, it seemed, only joined his class to fail, which most of them did whether or not they felt they were adequately prepared. Konrad was a brutal teacher and most dropped out of the first semester. However he did keep his class relatively interesting, showing them specs to some of his more complex gadgets, or requiring they build intricate machinery that did useless tasks. Most students possessed enhanced intelligence, and yet they still didn't reach his standards. He did however one student, Evie Aldred, aptly considered a prodigy for all the right reasons. She was one of the few who was nearing an A, but her papers lacked a certain creativity he felt. She seemed so mechanical, methodical in how she wrote, something Konrad found disturbingly close to his own thinking, but even then he had always strove to be unpredictable, his secrecy helped to reach that goal, no one could predict a man they knew nothing about. She lacked something, and that made her avoid that easy A. He was in his lab, his door was always locked and so anyone entering always needed to knock. The lab was as dark as usual, only illuminated by his expensive equipment. It was odd seeing a fully armored man lounge in a desk chair.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 1:55:08 GMT -6
How could this be? There must be some sort of mistake, a misunderstanding perhaps. Maybe this teacher was just daft - a poor judge of talent. Evie attended class religiously, never missing a day, sitting forward center with her eyes trained almost robotically on the board. She knew this material as if she was born with the knowledge in her head. So why, pray tell, did she have a B in this god forsaken class?
Evie had never gotten a B in her entire life, not even when she was homeschooled.
Perhaps that's why she had reacted so violently. She flipped through every graded paper she had hoarded from her engineering class, memorizing the marks she had received, feeling them fester like an infection on her progress reports. Evie was seeing red, so perhaps that's why she stomped over to Konrad's lab after her afternoon classes had ended for the day.
One fist gripping a healthy stack of papers, she used the other to almost visciously pound on the heavy door. Evie's expression was stony and neutral, just as it generally was, but oh was the fire alive in her belly. She clenched the papers so tightly her fingers had turned white, the mental images of her grades swimming through her mind.
B, B+, B-, over and over again like a slideshow.
"Professor!" she called out, "It's Evie. I need to speak to you."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 13:23:41 GMT -6
In the middle of grading a paper, he sat in perpetual silence, until of course a loud knocking interrupted it, shattering his peace and leaving the knocks reverberating through his lab. Speak of the devil, Evie had appeared outside of his room, he smirked under his visor, he should've expected that his overachieving student would come at the mere sight of a B. He sat on the right of his room where his computer was located, the center held a holographic table and the left contained his workbenches filled with intricate and unfinished gadgets. Pressing a button on the underside of his desk, the doors locks released. "Come in." He said without much emotion. His room was dark aside from the screens and various gadgets in the room. "Let me guess, your surprised your grades are bad and you want to take your frustration out on your inadequate teacher." His voice was cold and a hint of sarcasm wriggled its way into his words. He didn't have time to be dealing with students, hell he wouldn't let most of them in, but he had done particular investigating into Evie, she was definitely an interesting figure with potential talent. So he gave her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she'd impress him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 2:21:46 GMT -6
Evie's ears nearly perked at the mechanical sound of gears shifting in the door. It slid open with ease, as if an inventor with true poise had created it. She was not one to smile or visually show her intrigue, but if she was it would be showing now.
She stepped into the room quietly, her fingers still gripping her less than satisfactory grades. She could feel her pupils adjusting to the dark lighting, her eyes shifting gadget to gadget. While her expression was stony and detached, there was something thoughtful in her eyes as she took in all of Konrad's work.
Unable to control her curiousity, she trailed her fingertips over the surface of one of the holographic tables as she walked past it. Unconsciously, Evie's lips parted as information flooded her brain, enough so that her neck flushed from the blood rush. Evie blinked heavily when her fingertips fell from the table and she took her spot standing directly in front of her professor's desk.
"Not inadequate," she replied, her voice holding some sort of significance. Was she attempting to express that she was impressed with Konrad's work? "But I disagree that I deserve a B."
Evie placed her stack of papers on Konrad's desk, eyes fixating on the B+ on the top page. Her blood might as well have iced over in that moment. "I want to know why you did this."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 12:45:29 GMT -6
He couldn't help but see a little bit of herself in her, the minute she walked in her he noticed the body language, although her face remained stone cold he noticed her intrigue. This place excited her, that was a good sign . "As the professor it seems we are an impasse, you have the highest grade, but also a B, for a good reason" If she asked he would answer, but she still hadn't asked why she had a B and so he would simply leave it at that. HE saw potential in her, and at the same time he felt her mechanical attitude seemed to be her downfall. Maybe Konrad was being a hypocrite, something he was known for. There it was, the million dollar question. "You're a genius, no doubting that, however my class is more than just what I teach you, its a possibility i don't give you enough time to experiment, but I don't see it in your papers. You lack a certain creativity I desire." Maybe it was a little self absorbed trying to mold her into someone that he wanted to see, but that was his honest opinion. He offered some free thinking in his courses, he liked it when students wriggled their own interesting concepts into their papers. Maybe he'd let her show her creativity, help him tweak something in his armor, or maybe she'd like a go at creating her own tools. However, that could all vanish if she said the wrong thing.
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