fandomhigh | D.A.M.M. - Monday 1/7

Once the students are settled a dramatic explosion fills the space in front of the white board, generating a purple sparkling mushroom cloud of moaning skulls. When it clears, a tall wild eyed man in a red smoking jacket and pin-stripped slacks is standing there.

"Greeeeeetings students!" he says sweeping an arm out in a grand gesture that encompassed the lot of them. "I. Am Doctor Orpheus! And I am here to teach you all Defense Against the Dark Arts. There are many who would plumb the depths of the arcane, and each has their own reasons. Unfortunately, more often then we'd like, those reasons are greed! ANGER! REEEEEEEVENGE!!!"

As Orpheus talks, he paces back and forth in front of the white board while making dramatic gestures with his hands. He enunciates every syllable of every word as if he is being paid by the diphthong, this gives him a vaguely English sounding accent. (You'd never know he was from Maine.)

"For the most part, it is not the art that is dark but how it is used. I myself, am a Necro...mancer. It is unfortunate that some of those with similar training tend to be on the... creepy side. I assure you, the art of Neck-row-ma-see, is NOT all about dead things... A few publicity hungry bad eggs have foisted this stereotype upon the rest of us. The rest of us who combat these nogoodnicks with the ULTIMATE WEAPON!"

Byron strikes a dramatic pose and he radiates a golden light.

"Knowledge!!!"

The light fades.

"Knowledge is power! And with some knowledge comes great power. And with great power comes a whole lot of crap that you have to deal with if you abuse it. And by 'crap', I mean people like myself and the other members of THE ORDER OF THE TRIAD!" He exclaims as a glowing yellow triangular symbol appears behind him.

He's slightly concerned that he's just told his students that he and his brethren are "crap" but he decides to power through that.

"Firstly, we will discuss the most important weapon at your disposal in the battle against the darkly used arts..."

A plate of gourmet candy floats over to his hand.

"CHOCOLATE!!!"

[[ooc: ~~please wait for OCD~~]]

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"Yep. He said it's not one of the powers he was born with, but he taught himself how to use it," Chris said. "He has something calling a telekinesis ball."

"Cool," Wyatt said. "Maybe he can teach us both."

Chris nodded. "He'd probably be willing. He also scanned my aura, that's a power he was born with, and said it's a lot like Aunt Paige's, so we should have some white lighter abilities."

"I so want to learn that orbing thing," Wyatt said, grinning.

"Me too," Chris grinned back. "And Bridge thinks I should be able to do it. You should get him to scan you, too."

~~...dirty?~~

Wyatt nodded. "Yeah, next time I run into him I'll ask him about it. Found out anything else interesting about this place yet?"

"Apparently Mom taught a baking workshop here last summer," Chris said. "And most of the people who know that Bel guy Aunt Phoebe's dating said he's not too bad."

"And Anders swore the radio was always full of lies and that he wasn't sleeping with Bel," Wyatt said. "Despite what my Big Sibling said."

"Lies like you turning me into a watercooler?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Dude, would I do that to you, even if I could?" Wyatt said innocently.

Chris rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't put anything past you."

"If I was going to change you into an inanimate object, I'd turn you into something useful," Wyatt insisted.

"Like a bouquet of flowers so you could pick up chicks?" Chris suggested.

"There's an idea," Wyatt said, then looked at Chris and concentrated really hard.

Chris rolled his eyes again.

"Damn," Wyatt said. "You're still you."

"Sorry, dude."

Chris remembered his conversation with Molly the previous day. "Oh, hey, I met some girl yesterday that said she thought you were cute though. I'll have to point her out to you."

"Who?" Wyatt asked. "Tori? Jo? Pam?"

Chris frowned a little at the mention of Tori, but didn't recognize either of the other names. "No, Molly."

"Haven't met her yet," Wyatt said. "I'll see if I can pencil her in." He grinned.

"I'm sure she'd appreciate that," Chris said, his tone completely deadpan.

Wyatt shrugged. "We'll see."

D.A.M.M. - Monday 1/7 - Period 1

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