Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Liliana once again had her lyre today. This time, rather than just playing whatever came to mind, she was attempting to learn to play a certain song. Having the chords on the screen of her phone like that made the learning process much easier, though she found she needed to mute the video; the shrill clanging of the xylophone threatened to give her a headache.

Still, for all that it required a great deal of practice to get right, Liliana had a small smile on her face, sitting on her chaise, fingers plucking at the strings.

Well, after as rich a meal as that was - though Liliana had been careful to leave enough room for Wine and Dine in a few hours - she was tempted to spend her office hours drowsing on her chaise unless she had a visitor. Of course, considering her most common visitor was, drowsing on the chaise might still have been an option, all things considered. But she was fairly certain that 'drowsing' would turn into a nap, and a nap might run the risk of sleeping through Ignis' class, so instead she was going to stave off sleep by being far more productive.

Well, if 'playing silly word games on her phone' counted as productivity, anyway. She certainly thought so.

There was a gremlin in Liliana's office today.

Liliana wasn't sure how the wretched little thing had gotten in and there was a very tense standoff for a few minutes while it hissed at her, baring dripping fangs, and she hissed back, holding up hands that were alight with power. "What," she asked, low and tight, "will it take for you to get out of my office peaceably? I like my rug and I don't want your rotting carcass to stain it."

The gremlin hissed again...but then pointed at her bag of leftovers from class.

"You...you want my food?" Liliana asked. The gremlin nodded. Liliana looked truculent for a moment before reluctantly setting it down on the ground in front of her and nudging it forward with her foot. "Fine," she said. "Take it. And if you even try a damn--" The rest of her threat when unfinished as it grabbed her food and skittered off.

Liliana slammed the door shut after it and then prowled around, making sure it hadn't licked anything or spat on something that could still give her hallucinations.

Mugged by a gremlin. She was almost offended.

Liliana's final over with, she headed to her office more than ready to begin their vacation. As soon as Ignis' final concluded, the two of them would be heading off to Ravnica for a long weekend so she could introduce him to her favorite city. And, since Ignis adored schedules and itineraries so much, she'd drawn one up to share with him: exploring Hightower, the neighborhood her townhouse was located in, packed with educational institutions of all sorts, along with cozy pubs, rowdy coffea shops, and small lecture halls open to the (paying) public, with subjects ranging from theoretical metaphysics to fine arts; a day of shopping visiting both the Tin Street Market and the Plaza South, before dinner on the famed Millennium Platform, followed by a concert by the famous Millennium Platform Philharmonic; a quiet day of relaxing and respite, followed by a raucous evening at Hellbender, a Rakdos nightclub and dinner in one of Plaza West's exclusive bistros...In all, a trip that showed off the best of the Tenth District, and therefore, the best of Ravnica.

( There came a knock )

Obviously she was still going to Ravnica. What? Was she supposed to let something like Ignis turning into a bat stop her from enjoying her weekend? Don't be absurd.

"You're making quite the merry hash of our vacation, you know," she chided her paramour, who was, it must be noted, making adorable little snoozling noises in her bosom. "You know, the one that hasn't even started yet? Don't blame me if I can't get Millennium Platform Philharmonic tickets again, getting them this time was quite the lucky break."

Men. Always turning into bats at the least opportune times, honestly.

Look at Liliana, being in her office all responsible. Surely she was only here to give students the opportunity to come and speak to her if necessary.

Or perhaps she was simply knew that if she went home now, neither she nor Ignis would be returning for his fourth period class.

Or perhaps she was proving that her hormones weren't the boss of her and Liliana Vess wasn't about to be bullied by some pollinated bunnies.

Or perhaps, she just truly enjoyed games and this was some kind of incomprehensible move in whatever new one she was playing.

Whichever one it was, she was lounging on the chaise in her office, flipping through the copy of Dracula that she'd received for Christmas, taking notes for future lectures.

...And sometimes picking up her phone to listen to some messages, before forcing herself to go back to her book.

What a charming picture of industriousness!

Liliana was certainly In A Mood^TM when she got to her office today. Not only to lose valuable class time to something that wasn't part of her lesson plans, but to do so to something that was just ridiculous? That was just adding insult to injury. Those depictions of ghouls! The perpetuation of the myth that they only ate brains! The idea that they could be held off by giant plants.

She tried to sit down, realized that she was too upset for that, and prowled about her office in an angry, almost feline stalk. If she had a tail, it would be lashing.

Clearly, the only thing to do was to find whoever programmed that simulation and show them exactly what being hunted by a zombie really entailed.

Liliana had found a lovely bouquet of purple and black roses when she and Ignis had arrived home, accompanied by an incredibly sweet inscription that she recognized from one of the novels Ignis had given her for Christmas - one they'd spent a few hours, at least, laughing over the differences between the vampires in the novels and the ones Liliana knew on Innistrad. Three of the flowers had come to the school with her today, as well as a quickly purchased vase, to decorate her office with.

...And until she either listened to radio or somebody pointed it out, Liliana had no clue that yesterday was a special holiday, as opposed to Ignis just making sure she came home to fresh flowers from their trip to Argentina. The real tragedy was that it meant she had no idea that today was yet another holiday, the vaunted day of 'half-price chocolates.' Woe.

But happily ensconced in ignorance, Liliana spent a few moments finding the perfect spot on her desk for her vase of flowers and then settled in to work on lessons plans for next week, the fragrance of roses mingling with her own perfume of mulberry and cedar.

[Open]

Liliana had been assigned an office though idk if we're still doing those officially for her to hold office hours and meet with students if they were so inclined. She had left school immediately after her class had ended last week, which meant that this week was the first time she was stepping foot in hers.

A glance left her vastly unimpressed.

"This will never do," she decided. "Better furniture is a must." What was that desk made of? Particle board? Absolutely not. "A chaise, certainly. Tea service. A proper desk and chair. Hmm, some of my tomes, which means shelves...A rug and some better lighting, without a doubt."

Look, scholastic pursuits were all well and good, but so were aesthetics. Honestly now.

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