Dru's Classroom: the formation of a new club

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After his meeting with Grissom, Angelus made his way to Dru's classroom. He smiled. She'd left it for him to open, just as she'd promised.

He opened the door, switched on the lights, searched Dru's supplies for some poster board, then got to work.

It was going to be a long day.

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"The Gods? It depends. Myles always says that it's best for us when they don't meddle in our lives, but well, who knows. They're Gods after all." Alanna distractedly plays with the cord aroung her neck.

((ooc: OMG. I kinda don't want a soul stuck in him, because your Angelus? Rocks!))

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"Who's Myles?" Angelus asked, curiously.

[ooc: aww - thank ya!]

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Alanna chewed on her lip. "He's...the only non-Priest teacher we have. A really nice guy who's kinda like a father to well, me. And I think he sorta guessed that I'm a girl. Long story."

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"Oh," Angelus cleared his throat. "Ah... was that not supposed to be obvious?"

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Alanna smirked. "No, not so much. Like I said, your Middle Ages, women have no rights. I wanted to be a knite." She shrugs. "Hiding as a boy was the easy part."

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"Hey, I grew up in the 18th century," Angelus said. "Hate to tell you for your half it didn't get any better. Actually a few'd probably debate that that's yet to change. Personally I've always felt it was stupid. Haven't met a man yet who can match the kind of wit and skill a good woman can bring to the party."

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Alanna raised a brow. "Party? 'Squire Alan' is considered one of the best fencers at court. For all his great height and muscle."

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"Turn of phrase," Angelus said, holding up his hands innocently. "Means - uh - the event. The group. What's going on. If I'm putting together a team to fight my enemies I want people who bring good skills to the party."

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"Ah, well, that's a compliment then I guess? I never understood why men think women are weak. Some of the ladies at the palace put my fellow squire's to shame."

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"You should meet the vamp who turned me," Angelus said. "Name's Darla. She'd put anybody to shame. Myself included."

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Alanna raised a brow. "Turned you? You're not born a vampire? And she sounds like my kind of 'lady'."

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"Oh no, I was born human," Angelus said. "Well, not exactly. Suffice it to say that you have to be turned into a vampire. Do the deed, crawl out of your own grave, bingo, bango, bongo there you are." He gave a friendly smirk. "Darla was something, but I don't know that anybody'd call her a lady."

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Alanna raised a brow but didn't comment on the first part. "Well, I meet plenty of 'ladies' who are anything but, and they are usually far more interesting than the proper type."

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"On that I would definitely agree," Angelus said. "Something about a girl who's not afraid to get her hands dirty."

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Alanna grinned. "You sure you were born in the nineteenth century?"

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"Eighteenth," he corrected. "It's like the nineteenth but with different wigs."

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Alanna laughed. "Which one had the worst wigs?"

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Mine, OMG what was the Mutant Enemy costume department thinking?

"Never much fancied the powdered kind," Angelus said. "Always preferred more of a natural look."

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There were on crack. As usual.

Alanna nods, trying not to burst out laughing. "I think this century has by far the most comftorable and non-silly looking fashion."

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"Tell me about it," Angelus said. "Where have Hugo Boss and Helmut Lang been all my unlife?"

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Alanna blinked. "Who and who?"

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"Fashion des - uh, people who tell other people what clothes should look like," Angelus frowned, curiously. "Wow. So huge culture shock for you here, huh?"

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Alanna grinned. "That's one way to put it. Girls, who are not me, in pants." She gestures to the clothes Angelus is wearing. "Things like that. Television."

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Angelus looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I had a hard time figuring out how they got the little minstrels into the radio."

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Iz dead. Again.

Alanna shook her head. "I've just settled for the 'If it works, fine, just don't tell me how' frame of mind. The people inside the box aren't real? Okay, but they act funny so it's enjoyable anyway!" She whispers back. "Radios scare me a bit, though."