professor-lungri

[professor-lungri]

@nodramapossible

"Oh, I'm fine, love," Shere replies, giving a small smile to the redhead. Then, he shifts his leg to get it out of the way of the person who'd fallen on him. "But are you alright?"

The stranger mumbles something, clearly embarrassed, and Shere pats them on the shoulder reassuringly. Then, he nudges them up to their feet, shaking his head as they leave, scurrying off with their head down.

"Well. That was interesting."

falling into the season || swynopen

[professor-lungri]

@tirameunpaso-felix

Shere waits for the man to speak, patient as he fixes a sleep-heavy gaze out the window. Shere had a cane so, really, he could wave the pause off at having some trouble. He hadn't taken a spot up front, after all. Looking out the window, though, he realizes it is getting a mite late, and the sun was sinking.

A wince, sympathetic escapes and Shere nods.

"A stop back, I'm afraid." He pauses, then considers the other man. "I don't mind walkin' you back, if you don't mind the company. It'd help my leg, even with the weather." Which wasn't a lie. He'd thank himself in the morning for loosening up the tight muscles.

Along for the ride || Open

[professor-lungri]

Solar Haunt | Jasper crew

Date: 30 October after 8pm

Summary: 4 of Jaspers henchmen install the solar panels at the Secondary. Instead of cleaning up and leaving they run rampant through town running into many locals wreaking complete havoc!

tw: blood, violence, bullying, cat calling

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Mentioned: @ugly-anastasia, @auntcass-hamada , @foreverydinger , @bad-moon--rising , @perfectisgeorgette , @professor-lungri, @vvinter-queen, @gabrobichaux, @notmuchofatail, @officer-judy-moon, @trackedbymaximus, @notbad-justsungthatway, @lucathedreamer

[professor-lungri]

@goodeveningjasper

Ah. Well that explained the specificity of the books, didn't it? Though he was no librarian, Shere was certainly able to find his way around just fine, seeing as how he was here more often than not for lecture references and materials.

"Seems like an odd bloke, or woman, I sulpose," he mutters, glancing back over at the man. "But right. That's not too difficult. You know the names of the texts? That'll help narrowing it down once we get to the right section."

broad literature | Shere & Jasper

[professor-lungri]

Shere had not had a chance to come out for the good weather. For that mater, neither had Saint. So, because he was done with marking and had no preparation to be done for the university, he takes the dog into town to get a chai and sit in Hatters.

Saint is sat beneath the table, head on his paws, and Shere's finishing a conversation with Tiegan on the phone. It happens quickly, barely in a blink, just as he's signing off the call.

Maybe that was a good thing. If not, he'd have upended his drink onto himself and the person he's staring at, now, spilled across the table and his lap.

"Bloody hell! You alright?"

falling into the season || swynopen

[professor-lungri]

falling into the season || swynopen

[professor-lungri]

shere: I do not think this went to the correct person, mate

Who Are You Wearing? | Open Texts

[professor-lungri]

@tirameunpaso-felix

Shere didn't usually catch the bus, but hed walked into work today, when his leg was feeling good. It was not feeling good now, after having jammed his hip into the side of his desk, knocking into the railing of the stairway, and being on his feet for nearly twelve hours.

The cold and the rain didn't help, either. All in all, it was a piss poor time to walk home, so he took the bloody bus, bad leg stretched out in front of him in the back. The front, while it had disability seating, wouldn't allow him to stretch out like this.

He makes room for the man who comes into the back, too, when he gets on but keeps to himself otherwise. Shere was tired and in pain, and he just wanted to be home.

However, the man beside him promptly falls asleep, and after the fourth or so stop, Shere fears the man's missed his own. It's all but confirmed when he jumps, looking around in confusion.

"Still on the bus, mate," he says, voice tired and mostly sympathetic. "Where was your stop?"

Along for the ride || Open

[professor-lungri]

@goodeveningjasper

The other man, Jasper, takes him up on his offer. It was sincere enough, so Shere's glad that he does.

Shifting the cane back around to the side that needed it, the Vaagh leans upon it again, though not heavily. His leg had felt, well, good lately. Albeit still a pain, still a limp, it hadn't hurt him in quite some time.

He laughs at the clear distaste on the man's face, grin slanting sideways. "Eh, well. I'm sure we can manage between the pair of us. Why the literature, in particular, if you don't mind the ask?"

It would, at the least, help them narrow it down.

While he waited, Shere gestures for thr man to follow him down the aisle, intending to at least get them moved out of the area.

broad literature | Shere & Jasper

[professor-lungri]

@veevacious

"Many of us wouldn't be considered animals Shere continues, after a pause, a slight grin on his face. "Particularly if we are shifters, as we still retain our human consciousness. Others do not, however."

He nods at the other's question because while still studied it was much more of a niche, often taboo topic.

"Personally, no, but I've worked with other ewptilian creatures. Perhaps we can start there?"

So, Hypothetically... | Veere

[professor-lungri]

@invisible-professor

Shere, also, looks at the board, shaking his head ruefully. He definitely didn't need any of these things, but he'd make due if meed be.

"No, I don't. But 'S alright, I can see what's what later. I just wanted to see what had happened, because if this is right our rooms are switched entirely."

He waves the letter he'd found in his faculty mail post as proof.

summer mix-up || shere & randall

[professor-lungri]

@king-magnifico

Magnifico smiles, but somehow Shere feels like it's half passed. Which was fine. He might just be peeved about the fact they didn't have stuff that he wanted.

Oh well.

"Suta Khan, but most call me Shere," he says, voice easy, a small upturn to the corner of his mouth. "I'd shake your hand but, well, that isn't quite easy while I'm walking, but nice to meet you, officially, Sal."

Coworker Blues {{ [The Tiger King]

[professor-lungri]

@bones-weary

The other man reaches into the sling and grabs the list, which Shere shifts so that he can find it more easily. He brushes against his arm, as Shere had almost expected, but there's no reaction. Nor, really, does he react.

Despite the dream being what it had been, Shere was...careful here. He had seen what happened post dream, particularly if one became too attached, and had experienced it firsthand. It was a sobering thought.

"Thank you. Shouldn't be too much more on there. It was a short list but, unfortunately, necessary. Next one is an aisle or two down."

Shopping Around || Bones & Shere

[professor-lungri]

@veevacious

A chuckle escapes when the girl starts rambling. For his part, Shere (and his tiger) are just amused, and he shakes his head.

"No, it's not rude to say no, but it's no trouble. I was going to make myself some." And he was, it wasn't a lie he was telling to put her at ease. He almost always did when he was grading.

He gestures for them to close the door, if they'd like, and to have a seat while he started up the hot water, listening while the girl (?) spoke.

But oh - that was quite easy.

"Well, it's the scientific study of the behavior, structure, physiology, classification, and distribution of animals, but of a specifically Magick variety. In essence, it is the zoology that people only believed in legends and stories. Take myself, for example. Vaagh are often treated as second-class in my home country, little more than dangerous rogue Tigers or a story to tell to frighten children. I am a part of one such understudied community."

So, Hypothetically... | Veere

[professor-lungri]

NAME: Suta Khan

AGE: 47 (at camp 1989-95)

GODLY PARENT (IF APPLICABLE): Ares

AFFILIATION (CAPTURE THE FLAG TEAM/AGENT OF ERIS/HUNTER OF ARTEMIS/CAMP STAFF/ETC?): Staff, Shield & Sword Coach (2014-present)

SPECIES: Demi-god

ABILITIES: Skilled warrior in all weaponry, able to incite anger & violence in others

BIOGRAPHY:

Suta was an angry child. He didn't know whether he got it from his mother, his didīma, or his father ( that unknown father ), but he was angry. Always angry.

It wasn't until he'd been brought to Camp Swynlake, told what he was, claimed, that he knew: he was a son of Ares, and he would incite war.

Suta trained hard, fought harder. When the war came, he was on the frontlines. He incited troops, relieved injuries, nearly died ( according to some ), but he did what he'd come there for.

He fought. He won. He survived.

Now, in a time of peace, Suta trains the young students, a fair but harsh taskmaster of the sword. You cannot win if you do not learn, he would say, and under his tutelage, you would learn the sword and shield like it was another limb.

You had to.

[professor-lungri]

@goodeveningjasper

The stranger shakes his head and Shere can't help the small smile that tugs the edge of his mouth up.

"Eh, it's alright, mate. Happens to the best of us." In fact, Shere had been turned around far more often than not when he first got here from Queen's. "But I think French lit is back a few aisles. Could walk yah."

He wasn't too fussed, especially because his information was easily obtained.

Shifting his cane to his free hand, Shere extends it for a shake. "Suta Khan, but you can call me Shere."

broad literature | Shere & Jasper

[professor-lungri]

closed starter for @invisible-professor

Shere had to move classrooms, apparently. And he aimed to find out why it was in the bloody math wing and not near his typical lecture hall, near both his office and the rehabilitation center. It didn't make any sense.

Particular when he knocks against the wood of the lecture hall entrance, hoping not the scare the man already in the room.

"Terribly sorry," he starts, stepping into the room with a small grin on his face, "I think there's been a hall mix up. Registrar has my introductory class scheduled here, but I cannot fathom as to why. Perhaps you could?"

summer mix-up || shere & randall