How to Be A Chocobro; Friday, First Period [09/03].

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio and his dog had had a very productive last few days of sowing chaos, all a part of his evil plan, although, really, so far, all he'd really accomplished was unleashing the universe's sweetest puppy on unsuspecting bar patrons and tied up all his roommates and shoved them into various closets around their apartment.

Which was key to his ultimate evil plan, really! Because that meant he was not going to be burdened by some snooty guy with really pretty long hair and some less-snooty guy with the voice of a freakin' angel, and was going to run this class himself to recruit the students as minions to help him proceed on his malicious machinations.

So, yes, there was a person who looked, for all intents and purposes, like a ten-year-old boy standing in front of the classroom, with an adorable pitbull puppy eagerly panting at his side, grinning eagerly at the students.

"SO!" Gladio shouted, because he apparently only had one volume when it came to speaking right now. "I SEE YOU'VE ALL COME HERE FOR A CLASS CALLED 'HOW TO BE A CHOCOBRO.' I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS. IT SOUNDS LIKE SOME KIND OF PROMPTO-SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT? I'VE TAKEN CARE OF HIM AND THE OTHER TEACHER FOR THIS CLASS, SO YOU'VE JUST GOT ME! AND WE'RE GOING TO GO IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION! WE GOT A WORLD TO TAKE OVER!"

Because there was nothing quite like starting your day out with a child shouting at you about world domination.

"YOU," he informed them, with a lift of his chin and giving them a criticial look over, then nodded, as if deciding that, sure, they'll all do, "ARE NOW MY MINIONS, AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU BRING TO THE TABLE. SO LET ME KNOW YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU THINK YOU," that was extra shouty!, "WILL DO TO SOW EVIL AND CHAOS. ESPECIALLY YOU, ARGENTUM assuming she was there.

"And don't worry," his voice dropped to a normal volume as he was trying to sort of make this an aside, but whispers and soft-speaking were non-existent to him right now, "Prompto's fine, I just had to get him out of the way so he didn't spoil my evil plans."

Because Gladio may look like he was ten, but he was still very much himself, just a lot more evil and a lot more shouty. So he figured she might be at least a little offended about the whole tying-up-her-brother thing.

He clapped his hands together and the puppy at his side let out a cheerful bark. "OKAY!" he shouted. "LET'S GO!"

Superheroing 101 - Friday 9/3, 3rd period

[stykera]

Did anyone expect their moose-appointed superheroing teacher to arrive at class on a skateboard? They might have if they’d seen Stark around the island at all the past two days. He went everywhere on his skateboard now. Navigating the stairs up to the school had been a challenge and he had fallen a few times, so try and ignore any minor scrapes and bruises he’d accumulated recently.

Look, at least he’d stopped being a plant before class started. Imagine if he’d slept late for some reason! Stark was already terribly unqualified to teach this subject. Stark as a potted bird of paradise (which he would have called crystherium if he’d seen himself as a plant but he couldn’t exactly see himself when he was a plant) would have managed to be even more so.

“Welcome to Superheroing 101,” Stark said, hopping off the skateboard to stand still for a bit. “I’m as surprised as you all are that I’m teaching this. Maybe more. Probably more surprised. I’m sorry if you expected Tony Stark. That would have made sense. I’m just Stark. Or if you expected Kitty. That would have also made sense. Kitty was surprised too.”

Stark shook his head. “I don’t know much about being a superhero. I’m not one.” He just had a cool mask that covered half his face. Not in a maintaining a secret identity sort of way though. “Neither is my brother.” You know, the twin he absolutely always had that he’d never mentioned before Wednesday. That brother.

“So,” Stark continued, hopping back on the skateboard rather than taking a few steps closer to the students (why walk when you could roll?). “Introductions, today. Since it’s the first day. We can figure this out together. Maybe. I hope.”

"I'm Stark, as I said, and sometimes I teach. Not a superhero, as I said, not even a regular hero. I have started turning into a plant in the mornings but that's not useful and I'm very much hoping it stops soon." The skateboarding compulsion could also stop any time. He was tired of falling off when trying to navigate all the stairs. "I do know some of them though. It's hard not to when you live here."

Teamwork, Friday, September 3, 2021

[heroic_jawline]

No, you hadn't accidentally signed up for paintball class, students, but Steve and Tony had all of these leftover supplies, so...today was paintball. At least it wasn't really incredible, stupidly hot today?

"Hello everyone," Steve said with a little smile. "I'm Steve Rogers."

"I'm Tone Stark." What even. "Good to have you all! Teams, right?"

Yeah, it had been a weird few days. "Teams," Steve agreed. "Let's do students against teachers. We've got water balloons full of paint and places to hide. Work together and try to take out Tony--" with two syllables, "and myself."

"I could not have said it more good for self," Tony said, clearly not seeing anything wrong with this. "Let's get to it, shall we?"

Just don't disturb his feather beard. Please.