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Amadeo fixed the cloak of his mortal seeming about him. Which considering his Fae seeming wasn't that hard of a task. He was possessed of a common attractiveness that in the realm of the Arcadian was outright ugliness. He chuckled at the thought as it brought images of the ugly duckling to mind. The sad fact was that he was no swan in hiding. Here in the mortal realm he appeared a ruggedly handsome man a swan in rough cloth. But in truth he was the epitome of ugly no common.
The butterflies in his stomach took to wing the moment he breezed through the doors of the University. Moving with the surging ebb and flow of the student bodies he made his way to the administrative office. He was three hours early yet he kept checking his pocket watch. It was a nervous tick he wasn't sure where it had come from. He had the rest of forever yet he was always fascinated with the passing of time. It was like the blind man who painted he supposed.
Speaking with the administrative assistant he was given his class schedule and another once over as to the basic rules and tenets of the establishment. It was a brief but meaningful exchange Amadeo thanked her and took a stroll around the campus. He watched the students interacting and the staff making their way to and fro.
Amadeo continued strolling about the campus getting acquainted with the exits and security lapses of the place. The time was almost upon him and he didn't want to be late for his first class of the year. Despite his time wariness Amadeo sped to his class. Preternatural Sciences. Rushing to his seat at the back of the class. Noticing that there was one student a redhead whose scarlet tresses obviously came form a bottle; He pulled his laptop from his bag and waited for the other students to filter in.
Ten minutes later the class was filled to capacity with not even standing room. all of the students talking amongst themselves or on their cell phones kept an eye on the door waiting on the professor or teacher to walk in. PS always had a good turn out but most petered out over the course of the semester. As the nervous din rose to a dull roar, Amadeo hit enter completing his connection to the rooms projector and lights. as the lights dimmed he turned on the projector. The first slide was of a rabid vampire attack from before legalization.
"This ladies and gents boys and girls is what this class will keep you from becoming. It won't enable you to stand toe to toe with any of the hundred various preternatural that walk the earth but it will give you the common sense to never have to."
As the murmur of understanding lapped the room Amadeo stood.
"I am your Professor Amadeo. Now lets begin."

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The lesson went well he had kept the students entertained just enough so that some of the real information would stick in their youthful hormon driven minds. Even when class was dismissed several students stayed behind, some stayed to try and flirt with their rugged proffessor, and few stayed out of genuine interest in the subject matter. It was the latter who stayed the longest, and nearly an hour later the last of them had finally left. As he was packing up he noticed that someone was still in the room all the way in the back. At first he thought it was student with an odd sense of style her long hair dyed a deep royal blue, it wasn't until she moved and he saw the lightsparkle off her hair as if it were a cascade of everflowing sapphires. Beyond any shadow of doubt she was a fae and as she stepped forward her movements slow and graceful as water flowing over smooth stones in a deep river, her tri-colored eyes blending from yellow to green and then blue. She was dressed in suit of gleaming white silk with a pencil skirt that went to just above her knees. At first her moonbright skin led him to believe that she was another seelie assassin sent to kill him, but then he saw hanging from her neck a pendant made from a single diamond in the shape of a snow flake, an unmistakeable symbol of the winter court, the court of the unseelie. Whatever was happening he knew that real trouble had found him.

"I must say the lesson was very interesting, but nearly as interesting as the faerie teaching the mortals how to spot monsters in the dark." her voice was twinkeling like fresh frost in the moonlight. Her mere pressence was overpowering of all the unseelie foes he had ever faced none of them had even come close to unsurpassed beauty standing before him, and yet there was something familiar about her like he had seen at a great distance across some long forgotten autumn battlefield.

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Shaking thoughts of battle lose from his mind Amadeo smiled and bowed slightly. His years at court were not completly forgotten. A noble was anoble was a noble. His gaze did not waver. If he were to die by her hand he would do so with all the dignity left him.
"I did not know that such an august personage would be attending my inaugural class. I am Amadeo nic Fandanglia former Lacrymosa knight of the Court of Light." Standing erect he continued, "But here I am Professor Amadeo of Preternatural Sciences." Amadeo offered his hand, How might I help you?" it was a small gesture but it spoke of his having left Arcadia and its courts far behind. He hoped that the gesture would help her to see that he had long since moved on. While he would always be a thing of Arcadia he would never be again a thing of the courts. He erected his shields merely as a precautionary measure. It would grant him a moments reprieve if she sought to avenge herself of anything he'd done in his former lifetime.

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With a graceful dip she acknowledged his introduction as befitted one of her high station, no easy task when wearing such a tight skirt. She oddly had, had no intention of meeting another fae, let alone the idea of a seelie knight. Sorcha, had come to the colledge to soak up some ambient lust filled glamour, and maybe stir up some mischief but this was such a grand bonus it was all she could do to keep from laughing. The idea that he would announce himself as a former knight was interesting, as far as she knew the oaths and contracts of leige and vassal in the unseelie court were unbreakable, which ment he was either a runnaway, or he had slipped out his bonds and he was an oathbreaker. Which ever it was this meeting should definetly prove interesting.

"I am Sorcha, Lady of Winter, Princess of the unseelie, second heir to the throne of the Court of the Fome Morte." As she announced just a few of her titles he could feel the power that resonated behind them, and that they were more than just extra names."However, since this is merely a friendly meeting you may call me Sorcha." She smiled and chills went down Amadeo's spine, it was like someone had walked over his grave. Sorcha held out her hand at such and angle that if he wanted to he could kiss it or shake it, leaving the choice to him which he wanted to do.

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Amadeo gripped the Princesses hand. It was a small static charge he wasn't sure if she felt. He'd been so infected with the stuff of the shining court that even now it sought to continue the battle that he no longer waged.
"Pleased to meet you I know you are probably busy but would you entertain a cup of coffee?"
It was a normal human request and if nothing else it would show how far removed from the concerns of Arcadia. He smiled easiliy indriect contrats to what hefelt.She was beautiful yet somehow repulsvie. His training so thorough that he saw her as the enemy. Stilling those thoughts and burying those feelings he looked on her with as fresh eyes as possible. It would do him no good to cling to the stereotypes of his land of origin. He was so removed that he couldn't even call it his homeland. Here was home he would make a serious go of things and make his stand here come what may.
Spreading the smile tohis eyes he released her hand and gathered his things. whether she joined him or not he would still have his coffee. He absolutely loved the stuff and if he were to die he could think of few things better to be doing than drinking a cup of coffee and watching the snowfall in Chicago.

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Sorcha gazed into his eyes her face a perfect mask mask of impeniterable composure, of course she had felt the conflict of shining and shadowed energy in their hands, but she had no need to fear this little knight.

"Actually at the moment I have nothing really going on so I would love to get a cup of coffee with you. I do so love human foods they are so simple and uncomplicated, no need to consider the cantracts and oaths bound into them you just eat when you are hungery and drink when you are thirsty." She laughed and tossed her hair back with one delicate white hand and it fell in a glittering cascade of blue and reflected light. The fading light outside caught the diamond snowflake at her breast and sent flares of chill light through the room, and Amadeo couldn't be sure, but if asked he would swear that the light from that stone made the room physically colder. Walking beside him as they made their way out of the building he couldn't help but notice the way she walked was so smooth and graceful yet with such a sensual sway to it. Almost every man looked at her with naked lust in their eyes as they passed, and most women burned with unabashed envy just by being near her powerful presence. As they stepped into the winter's icey winds she took in a deep breath as she pulled on a calf length trench coat of heavy ivory silk, slightly more suited to the weather but still pretty obviously not enough to keep and ordinairy human warm in this wind. "So would you like to go the campus coffee shop, or do you have another place in mind?" She smiled at him and it reminded him so of a cat looking at a fish through it's bowl.

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" You do stir the air with your presence don't you." Amadeo said off handedly as the student body around them all but hopped up and down with excitement. It was an odd feeling being the center of attention and all together not one he was sure he liked." I know just the place its not far its just on Fullerton its the Bourgeois Pig great place quiet, nice hearth uhm firepace and a great view of the street."
A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind the most active of which was run as fast as he could and never look back. He was not above it but he knew he wouldn't. He would stay and by dint of his own courage face down whatever came. Sad to say if he hadn't been so throroughly set on staying here he might've been bold enough to push a suit upon the ice princess. As it was he merely soaked in her coolness and enjoyed walking with her.

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"Of course I do I am a princess of Arcadia a place where the powerful walk out in the open and without fear of there lessers. These people are drawn to that even if they don't know why, they crave magic in their lives some little spark to make the day brighter and chase away the banality." As she stepped into the coffe shop with him she began undoing her coat and several of the colledge boys who worked there rushed up more than ready to take her coat for her, a thing that Amadeo had never seen them do before. Sorcha absently handed the coat off to the nearest one and glided over to a table which as soon as she seemed commited to sitting at one all the remaining boys hurried over to wipe down the table and offer her bevy menus another thing he had never seen, as till this moment he was sure that they did not even have menus. Taking the nearest menu she leaned back in her seat and crossed one long smooth leg over the other in a movement so fluid that it in itself made almost all their waiters suddenly need to hunch over to protect their family secrets. She looked over to him and smiled gesturing for him to take the seat opposite her, an action which drew some of the most venomious looks that he had ever recieved in his long life.

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Amadeo was accustomed to the looks of hate and scorn. He'd not have grown as he had if not for the watering of the soil of his environ with his own tears. Sighing at how even this moment was stolen from him by the gifts of the Arcadians he was instantly filled with the sting of self loathing.
Smiling through the pain as was his custom he bowed slightly to the Unseelie princess, " I'm sorry but the line grows long and I think maybe I should join the cue before I have too long of a wait; What would you like? I favor the colombian roast." Amdeo was aware at how his actions might seem to one who'd been served and worshipped as a god; but in truth his request was one of friendship not fealty. A small difference but an important one to him. As a Lacrymosa he had been trained to serve and give his life if needs be. All in protection of the court. A courthe no longer followed nor of one he ever wanted to be a part of again. He couldn't help as thoughts of what he once was crept into the edges of his mind.
A Lacrymosa, the tears of heaven. The honor gaurd who protected the sanctity of the Hosts. An archangel of death given flesh and life by the whims of the crown. His smile a bit droped he awaited the princesses request. While he might live forever he wouldn't wait too long upon her answer that path veered much too close to servility for his tastes.

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"I think I'll have an iced vanilla late" she said with a lazy smile that sent their drawn crowd scurring to be the first to bring her, what she wanted at that time Amadeo doubted they had even heard his order. "They are such a joy to behold sometimes, scurrying about desperate to find whatever it is they are looking for. Always hoping that around the next corner, in the next book, on the next channel they will find out what it is that they want." The mere pressence of the princess had charged the emotional atmosphere and that charge was only building, he could feel the nigh worshipful desire of those around her, but he could also feel that the desire was starting to press against the edge of violence. In the kitchen the waiters were arguing over who had taken her order first and whom would be the lucky man to take it to her, the argument was just about ready to spill over into a full blown fist fight. With a resigned sigh Sorcha stood up and seemed to almost float over to the kitchen window, she spoke a few words that Adameo could not hear, but the tone of her voice was calm and soothing it felt like ice being placed on a burn. After a few seconds she turned and returned to her seat. "I do apologize for that but it was just too early for an actual fight to break out it would spoil the glamour. Now what were we talking about." She leaned forward and rested her chin on one hand, she flashed him a radiant smile that made all the long years of his life seem to stop and congeal, in that one moment he felt like he was so much more than a self exiled former knight.