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A large bag of Hersey's Kisses is sitting on the desk next to Camulus, and he looks about ready to break anyone who even thinks of touching it. Numerous shiny wrappers are spread all over the desk and floor. Susan Ivanova is hovering nearby, looking slightly unnerved.

"Good evening, class," Camulus growls. "Let's begin. For the Gaelic lesson today, I have procured some language tapes for you. There is are two pages of vocabulary contained on the tapes. Homework for tonight is to practice your pronunciation."

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In Arthurian Traditions, Camulus pulls out a very, very thick copy of 'La Morte D'Arthur'. "If you will recall, I asked you to read an excerpt from Malory's text in preparation for our guest speaker. Susan Ivanova. Pay attention." He sits down and begins unwrapping Kisses, glaring at the class.

Ivanova blinks, surprised at her rather brusque introduction. She looks at the class and straightens. Public speaking is what she does. "Ah, hello, my name is Susan Ivanova. I'm not quite sure how this came up, but I was talking to Professor Camulus one day and I mentioned that a short while ago I had a run-in with a man claiming to be King Arthur. He told us that he was the resurrected King Arthur, come because Earth was once again in danger. Of course, we all thought that he was insane." She frowns. "Probably would fit in well here. Marcus, a friend of mine, was the only one who believed him. Oh, and G'Kar, but G'Kar doesn't know who Arthur was. He told us the story of the last battle, after which he was "taken and slept", and the last great battle between his forces and those of . . . Mordred? Anyway, they were trying to treat with each other, when one of the knights noticed a snake in the grass and drew his sword to kill it. Of course, the other side thought that this was a signal for attack, so attacked first, and everyone died."

Camulus, his mouth full of chocolate, grunts and waves to indicate that this is an important point. Ivanova glances at him and continues.

"Of course, he wasn't Arthur - I'm fairly sure, there's a bit of vagueness about that - but he was the gunnery sargeant on the ship that started the Earth-Minbari War, when most of EarthForce was wiped out by the Minbari until they abruptly surrendered at the Battle of the Line. Only now we have the full story. This man, David MacIntyre, was in command of the guns when first contact with the Minbari was made. They came towards us with gun ports open, a gesture of respect for them and of aggression for us. Needless to say, it didn't end well.

"David only snapped out of his delusion after he wiped out some lurkers who were causing trouble and returned Excaliber to the Lady of the Lake - who he thought was Delenn. Definitely not the Lady of the Lake." She trails off, looking towards the professor, who swallows and stands.

"Thank you, Ivanova," Camulus says. "Arthurian tradition extends so deeply into almost any human culture that you come across. Updates of the Arthurian legends and tales are constantly retold - usually when a culture is most in crisis. You'll see this when you look at when each romanticised version of the Arthurian legends are told. It was usually in times of great political upheaval when a coherent national feeling was needed. Homework tonight is to come up with other such heroes that might be symbolically ressurected in times of need. Ivanova will remain to answer any questions you might have."

[[Closest thing to showing a movie I could do. *considers asking Mac-mun for help* Iva/Cammie-mun will be on later tonight.]]

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"We hung out after the JA meeting," Belthazor said with a shrug. "Just trying to get to know new potential members and all. Thought you wanted me to be friendly." He grinned at Angelus.

"To me, jackass," Angelus rolled his eyes. "You've been hoarding a snit in my direction for over a day now."

Belthazor waved his hand dismissively. "I got that out of my system right away. No worries."

Angelus put his notebook down and stared at him. "And you were going to tell me when, exactly? After my third grave comes around?"

"I'm telling you now," Belthazor said mildly. "I haven't seen you around."

"I am this close to punching you in the face."

"What?" Belthazor said, confused.

"~~Flirting~~ Stress reliever," Angelus asked, equally bewildered. "They don't do that where you come from?"

"Oh yeah," Belthazor said, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "That I know all about."

"This is what I'm saying," Angelus reached into his backpack and pulled out a notebook. Bel would probably recognize it as the one he'd been writing in at the JA meeting. "How much do you love me right now?"

"~~Without measure.~~ Why, what do you have there?" Belthazor asked, looking over at the notebook.

"~~Stop, I'm falling for you all over again.~~ Things," Angelus said, coyly. "Things which may indicate that I've been very nice to you in spite of being given a good reason to do so over the past 36 hours."

~~Then my cunning plan is working.~~ Belthazor made a grab for the notebook. "Let's see it, then."

"~~I noticed you're wearing the outfit I requested too~~ Ah!" Angelus held it out of Bel's reach. "This book opens for nobody without at least a blowjob to yours truly. Besides, half the torment is the element of surprise. But if someone, perhaps a certain demon who I have chosen to while away many a pleasant weekend with, was very very nice to me I might possibly tell him if he could stop worrying."

Beka saunters by. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/249125.html?thread=12045861#t12045861)

~~Please tell him. I've been assuring him you don't want to hurt him. Or Phoebe. That you care for him.~~

~~I might not be ready to admit I love him yet! Ever think of that? Oh the pressure! Woe!~~

~~I was very careful to say that he loved you and you care for him. (I think.) Just trying to look at for you. Heroing again. Woe. The shame!~~

"~~I dress to impress.~~ Good to know," Belthazor said. "So ~~in addition to~~ aside from a blowjob, what can I do to get more specific information out of you?"

"I dunno," Angelus drawled, with the posture of one male who knows he's clearly giving his ~~fuckbuddy~~ friend an open invitation to slug him in the side, "I was kind of in the mood for the deep throating."

"~~Han Solo was giving them out a few threads over. Could give him a call for you.~~ When aren't you in the mood?" Belthazor asked.

"~~But you're prettier~~ Point," Angelus acknowledged. "Not sure there's ever a time when I'd turn it down. Plenty of people I'd turn away, but as a concept I vote a pro my sexual satisfaction ticket. Still, this seems like a lot of work on my part. Why don't you tell me what you'd be willing to do to set your fears at rest?"

"I don't know," Belthazor said, pretending to think about it. "How about I say I just trust that ~~my BFF fuckbuddy~~ you won't screw me over just because I was 'in a snit,' as you said."

"It'd make for a nice change of pace," Angelus said. "Because I didn't." He grinned. "Much though I could have."

Belthazor tried not to look too relieved. ~~You wouldn't want to launch me into another flailing emo fit, after all.~~ "I'm sure it must've been hard to resist the temptation," he said, chuckling. "Thanks."

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