#tawnee

"That? Oh, it's the jerk syndrome." Angua remembered who she was talking to, and added: "Er...dwarfs probably don't have that. It means...sometimes a woman is so beautiful that any man with half a brain isn't going to think of asking her out, okay? Because it's obvious that she's far too grand for the likes of him. Are you with me?"

"I think so."

"Well, that's Tawnee. And, for the purposes of this explanation, Nobby has not got half a brain. He's so used to women saying no when he asks them out that he's not afraid of being blown off. So he asks her, because he figures, why not? And she, who by now thinks there's something wrong with her, is so grateful she says okay."

"But she likes him."

"I know. That's where it all gets strange."

"It's much simpler for dwarfs," said Cheery.

"I expect it is."

"But probably not as much fun," said Cheery, looking crestfallen.

A small RP Log me and @lisjonok​ / @shyvioletsgarden did a while ago. Tinkerer Wilx belongs to them, and Progeny Tawnee is mine. 

1322 AE — Tawnee at age of 8.

Tinkerer Wilx had been called into Splorge Metamystics Lab by the headmistress, Professor Fenn. It was where young progenies trained in many asuran studies, which his daughter, Tawnee, were a student of. Golem that delivered the notice to his shop referred to an accident that occurred in one of the study labs and that they required his immediate presence.   When he arrived one of the assistants took him to the floor where the headmistress' office were located but no one had given any information what was this accident about. On top of that, the hall he was standing had other parents waiting. Some of them were arguing impatiently about when they can leave to return to their work and researches.

Wilx smiled politely to the other parents, ignoring their glares given how, well, shabby he looked compared to them and the professors. He then adjusted the lenses on his goggles and turned to Professor Fenn, sighing quietly. "All right, what is it this time? Y'know I was doing very, very important work things," he said. It was a total bluff as he was most likely just napping or looking at inappropriate magazines.

Professor Fenn stared down Wilx with displeasure and wrinkled her nose like had just smelled something awful.   "Mister Wilx," she said, clearly she had better things to do than be here with parents as well, "You finally made it, I see," Fenn turned around to quiet the noisy crowd and assured them for results, then she turned back to him and added, "Follow me, please," and she opened the door behind herself and stepped into a secondary hall, for herself and Wilx only.

Wilx gave a little spin of his prosthetic hand at the others in a bit of an unnerving 'wave' and followed Fenn into the hall. "All right, so I'm here. I'm assuming, given all the unhappy chatter from the lab rats in the other room, that you're not giving my wonderful little progeny an award for anything, huh?"

Fenn did not appreciate the small chatter and just kept walking to her office. One of her assistants were waiting just outside of the door, which she herself opened. Tawnee, the little progeny was sitting on a chair. Half of her hair was down, messy and knotted with one of her ribbons badly, and her bun on the other side was loosen as well. She had a piercing, dagger throwing sharp stare in her eyes that she was aiming at the two boys, who were sitting across the room. They seem a bit older than her. One of them has been whimpering badly holding his bandaged arm, another one had a recently stopped nose bleed.  Tawnee startled with the noise of the door, and looked up, her stare changed quickly as she spotted her father, it was full of embarrassment now - she looked down.    "Ah..." Wilx raised a brow, observing the little scene in the room. "What did those progeny do to Tawnee, Professor?" He asked as he walked over to check on his daughter.    "Your, daughter, Mister Wilx," Fenn spoke, taking her seat behind the desk, "attacked her fellow progenies like a feral animal."    "And I ask again, Professor," Wilx said. He put a hand on Tawnee's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "What did those progeny do to her? I severely doubt she'd just attack them for no good reason."

Tawnee looked up to her father after his squeeze as headmistress lowered her eyes to the progeny, and answered with a cold voice, "That, I would like to know too, she refuses to talk."   "We didn't do anything!" One of the boys shrieked, who was holding his arm, "she started it!"   "She jump on me like crazed skritt! She is insa--"   "Enough," Fenn shut down the boys, turning her glare back to the father and daughter.

Wilx shot a glare at the two boys, although most of it was likely hidden behind his goggles. He looked back down at Tawnee. "Can you tell me what happened, pumpkin?"

One of the boys snickered subtly at the nickname, which Tawnee shoot him a sharp glare making him get quiet. She then looked up to her father and then to the headmistress, and back to her father before looking away again.   "They... they were saying mean things about you pops."   "Ah," Wilx looks at the boys for a moment and then to Professor Fenn. "I think that settles it, don't you? It's obvious that my Tawnee was egged on into a fight. What happened to progeny respecting their elders?"

Boys exchanged worried looks with each other while Fenn continued to stare at Tawnee for a bit longer as Wilx talked, like she was still waiting to hear more of it. Eventually the headmistress spoke, "That's... all?"   Tawnee slowly nodded.   "Disappointing," Fenn commented, she simply ignored Wilx's speech, "I expected to hear there was something more important than petty name-callings to prompt one of our students to act like a feral primitive. There will be consequences of your actions Tawnee. You are suspended for two weeks."   "B-but, my class experiment! I haven--"   "The Experiment that exploded and turned everything in the lab to foam?" Fenn asked with the most monotonous voice.   "Mmmaybe," Tawnee shrink on her spot a little bit. After several minutes of long staring, Fenn turned to the boys who were holding down giggles.   "As for you two," she stared them down, "if picking on others are more important than paying attention to your studies, then you can pick up a broom and clean the labs after every use till the end of the month."   Their protesting moans cut short with another icy glare from the headmistress, she eventually turned her attention back to the Wilx, "I urge you to discipline your daughter, Mr. Wilx, she is attending to a school for education not a wrestling match. That will be all."

  "Ah-ah-ah! Wait a minute, Professor Whatever," Wilx said, his tattered ears shooting back. "Tawnee is constantly getting bullied here. She comes home almost every day with new bruises and scrapes. And yet you give her a two-week suspension while those foul little rats just have to clean?"    Fenn gave him another unamused look, "Yes, about that," she put a pair of glasses and took out a file, "her out of class activities often includes fighting with other students, none where this much severe before, and she had filled up her warnings."    "Oh, I'm sure if you cared to properly look into it, you'd obviously see that Tawnee never starts those fights," Wilx said in a huff. "As I just said or are your ears too small to hear me, huh?"

Headmistress turned to the boys, "Leave," she said only and the duo almost rushed out of the door, she later glanced back at Tawnee, "A future genius needs to learn how to overcome obstacles with their wit not with their fists," she fixed her glasses, "none of these name-callings would give one right to put one of their fellow progeny in a medical wing, and severely injure another. Not to mention run an unauthorised experiment in the lab."   Tawnee shrunk a bit more on her spot as her ears lowered more and who could have know that was even possibly.   Fenn fixed her stare on the other asura again, "She is lucky that we are not removing her from the school, Mister Wilx."    Wilx pressed his ears back, really wanting to continue arguing but saw that it was unfortunately useless. "C'mon, Tawnee, we're going home," he said after a moment, looking back at his progeny.    Tawnee nodded and got down from the chair, she gave an apologetic yet resentful glance to the Professor Fenn then followed her father outside quietly. Other parents had already taken off from the hall with their own progenies and the place was rather reticent in their absence.

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