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In the Park, Monday evening

Camulus is pacing the paths of the park glancing towards the town every few minutes. He walks past the pond and nods to Ivanova, who is feeding the ducks with her anthropology textbook propped up on her knee. He pulls a heavy silver pocketwatch from a fold of his kilt and glances at it, huffing in annoyance.

Where was that damn woman?

[[Currently locked to Beka. That may change.]]

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Beka hid a smile at Camulus's obvious irritation, as she approached. She'd dressed for him - a clingy red tank, black leather jacket, short black leather skirt, boots - because he deserved that much, even if she had every intention of putting him through hell for how badly he'd mauled her. She'd asked for it, but there were limits.

"Camulus."

Camulus raises an eyebrow at her ensemble and inclines his head, extending his arm courteously. "Beka, gradh. I was beginning to despair that you would never appear. Would you like your endorsement now, or will you simply take it and run?"

[[Did you want an endorsement of Celine Dion or of the Male Fans of Celine Dion Club?]]

"You asked for an hour of my time, and I have nothing else planned. It's a nice enough night, and you're usually not boring." She took his arm, amused, and maybe a little pleased by the courtesy. "The endorsement can wait."

Camulus nods again. "Very well." He begins to steer them most aimlessly through the park at a leisurely pace. "Usually not boring. Hmm. You really know how to stoke an ego, ghradh." His mouth quirked up into a smirk. "Apprehensive? You shouldn't be. Trust me, I have no designs on you tonight." He gestured expansively towards the town. "There is nothing more damaging to divinity than a heavy dose of Fandom High. It's very hard to be special when half your students and coworkers are Chosen Ones of some sort. So, Beka my darling, you will . . . ease my transition from god to merely god-like professor."

[[Oooh, yes, please!]]

Posters (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/204894.html)

More in a sec, but I'm in slowplay hell and I wanted to at least get you this much.

[[Brilliant. And no worries *watches Zathras the Fish attack his filter and try to eat gravel*]]

"I'm actually not afraid of you. As I told that very strange Crowley character, around here? I'm one of the things that goes bump in the night." She smiles, though, amused at his confessions. "So, if you're wanting my protection while you make this transition...very well, I offer it."

Camulus looks away, appearing to ponder it with a barely concealed smile. "One of the things that go bump in the night. I like that turn of phrase. I wasn't quite looking for protection. I was looking more for . . . a guide. Humans are frighteningly three-dimsensional. But from you, I'll take any offer as a sign of good faith."

[[Yes, he has a bad tendency to repeat things. Hee hee, Zathras just swam into the tank wall . . .]]

Beka cocks her head to look at him and frowns, mildly. "Why is that? Because I said spar, no weapons, and I kept to those terms even though you beat me bloody? Or is there something else that makes me trustworthy in your eyes. Let alone a serviceable guide to humans."

~~Or maybe you're only saying these things because you know it's the only way you're getting under this skirt?~~

Camulus smirks. "You don't pull your punches - literally or figuratively. I have never observed you to say anything you were not feeling, nor to back down from a fight. I was surrounded by . . . yes-men? For a very long time. I suppose all I needed was someone to say 'no'. Or close enough." He tucks her arm closer around his. "You, Beka, are the living embodiment of those traits which I find most admirable in humans. I was one of the first of my kind to realise the threat that they posed. Simply because of the dogged tenacity that makes them continue to come back for more until eventually they win." He snorts a laugh. "Yes, you would have won that fight eventually. Or I would have killed you. But you wouldn't have backed down. That, ghradh, is what makes you so very special to me."

~~And how do you know you're getting under this one?~~

"What would be the point, really, of backing down from a fight? It's not going to go away. Either I'll end up dead, or I'll be fighting the same battle next week." Though she wants to, she doesn't pull her arm away, not yet.

"Odd, that. Always before now, men would've preferred my 'yes'. Since I've been here, my worth has been consistently proved by my ability to say 'no.'" She stares out into the night for a time, then she turns to him with hint of a smirk. "I would've won. You wanted me."

~~How do you know that I want to?~~

Camulus laughs again. "You probably would have won at that. Maybe I am losing control over this body more than I would like. And maybe it's just you." The smirk reappears, almost a sneer. "But maudlin isn't in my vocabulary, so I really must return to hurtful gibes and barely concealed rancor before my reputation is completely destroyed."

~~Way to crush a guy's ego. We're hurt.~~

She pulls her arm free, and faces him, a coy pout playing around her lips. "It's just me. I'm special to you, after all."

With a laugh, she blew him a kiss. "Now, now. If I'm to be your guide, you'll have to put up with the occasional poke from me. That's what guides do. First lesson," she said quite seriously. "You can be as domineering, vicious, and scheming as you like, but you must learn to hide it better."

~~Tsk, love. So easily crushed. I didn't say I didn't want to. Only wondered how you were so certain. All part of the guidance...~~

"Dissimulation, right," Camulus screws up his face, appearing to commit this to memory very serious. "But being domineering, vicious, and scheming is allowed. Pokes are allowable, but only from you. Should I be taking notes?"

~~Thank you for your assiduousness.~~

"Is your memory so very poor?" she purred. "Let's practice, hm? For the next few weeks, why don't you work to convince everyone that... No, pretending to fall in love with me would be nearly impossible for a beginner and also be highly incredible. Well, you should attempt to convince everyone that you're trying to win my favor. Keeping in mind of course, that this is me, Beka Valentine."

~~I'm nothing if not dedicated, my darling.~~

"Ah, I am to go a-courting?" Camulus grins. "What is it that you prefer, ghradh? Flowers? Chocolates? Vampire puppies?" He purses his lips. "No. You are Beka Valentine. Winning your favour would require something very special indeed. A most interesting challenge you have set before me." He bows his head in an almost courtly gesture. "I accept. On the premise that this is, of course, all a sham for the benefit of my ongoing education."

~~Good to know I'm getting my money's worth.~~

"See? You begin already. Excellent. By trying to win me, in sham of course, you'll learn what you might try with other women ~~and men, because there really wouldn't be anything hot about that, no~~." She smiles, almost kindly. "Since I expect the process to be one of painful trial and error, I'll do my best to be patient."

~~Calling me a whore would be a mistake, Camulus.~~

Camulus cosk his head to the side, observing his new 'instructor'. "I get the feeling that you are going to enjoy this far, far too much for my own safety. Or sanity. The gods must truly be crazy."

He sighs. "But, alas, it appears that our alloted hour is almost up. Shall I escort you back to the dormitories? Or were you planning on breaking a few hearts in town before you retire?"

~~Tsk tsk, what language. I simply referred to our little arrangement; money was only figurative.~~

[[Sleep? Who needs sleep? Not me!]]

"~~To steal shamelessly from Angelus,~~ Where's the harm in enjoying it? You might enjoy it too, you know." She lowers her voice and steps closer. "I could make sure you did.

"I have no other plans this evening. Homework calls, as mundane as that is. Ah, speaking of. That endorsement, dearest?"

~~Mmm-hmmm. Keep it that way.~~

Camulus extracts a folded piece of paper from somewhere ~~Beka is welcome to investigate~~ and holds it up. "Have a pleasant evening, ghradh. I'll see you tomorrow. He hands her the piece of paper, gives a slight bow, and stalks off into the night in the general direction of the Millenium Falcon. The note reads:

I, Camulus, ~~god of~~ professor of Celtic Studies at Fandom High, fully endorse that enchanting French-Canadian siren, Celine Dion. Celine Dion is a guiding star of moral purity with the voice of an angel, and the perfect role model for the students of this ~~crackden~~ school.
~ Camulus

[[Night!]]

Beka unfolds the paper and grins to discover that he's taken her directions quite perfectly in the matter of the endorsement. A fine beginning.

Even before he's out of earshot, she plucks her comm from her pocket and hits his number on her speed-dial ~~yes, of course he's on her speed-dial~~ to leave him this message:

Camulus, my darling, you've outdone yourself. The endorsement is exactly what I was looking for. I'm very pleased. Pleased enough to meet your original request for two hours of my time. I'll make the arrangements this time.

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