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Polar Opposites, Tuesday
As the students grouped into the classroom for the first time, those familiar with Alistair and Morrigan's general modus operandi would have made note of the familiar twin expressions of distaste on their faces.
For Alistair, that had kind of become rote - the scowl in question was getting to be about as familiar as his favorite pair of leather trousers. "Good morning, and welcome to... this class." Ugh, the name. Was that really necessary? "I'm Alistair, of the Grey Wardens, and this is Morrigan. We're glad to see you lot. It's going to be an excellent semester, I'm sure."
Someday, the hatesex between these two was going to be epic
"We are here to teach you the fine art of debating or disagreeing with someone, without resorting to a sword in the gut," Morrigan said smoothly. "For instance, there is no reason a templar should stab a mage first, and ask questions later."
"Nor," Alistair said, "Is there any reason for a mage to turn a templar into a toad just because she happens to disagree with his opinion." This came out... not so smoothly. More catty, in the fashion of a fourteen-year-old boy.
You just keep on being excellent examples, Alistair and Morrigan.
Well, he WAS barely out of boy's breeches, at least from Morrigan's oh-so-informed opinion of being about a year his elder.
....this is what happens when the school board lets teenagers teach teenagers, people.
"Introductions are boring," Morrigan continued, as if Alistair hadn't said a word. "One topic you're passionate about, and your argument for or against it in one minute, or something along those lines. You. Start."
"Everyone else is of course allowed to discuss along," Alistair interrupted. "I mean. You don't have to be as taciturn as good old Morrigan over here..." Was that an emphasis on the word 'old'? Wasn't it? Mystery!
For Alistair, that had kind of become rote - the scowl in question was getting to be about as familiar as his favorite pair of leather trousers. "Good morning, and welcome to... this class." Ugh, the name. Was that really necessary? "I'm Alistair, of the Grey Wardens, and this is Morrigan. We're glad to see you lot. It's going to be an excellent semester, I'm sure."
"We are here to teach you the fine art of debating or disagreeing with someone, without resorting to a sword in the gut," Morrigan said smoothly. "For instance, there is no reason a templar should stab a mage first, and ask questions later."
"Nor," Alistair said, "Is there any reason for a mage to turn a templar into a toad just because she happens to disagree with his opinion." This came out... not so smoothly. More catty, in the fashion of a fourteen-year-old boy.
You just keep on being excellent examples, Alistair and Morrigan.
Well, he WAS barely out of boy's breeches, at least from Morrigan's oh-so-informed opinion of being about a year his elder.
....this is what happens when the school board lets teenagers teach teenagers, people.
"Introductions are boring," Morrigan continued, as if Alistair hadn't said a word. "One topic you're passionate about, and your argument for or against it in one minute, or something along those lines. You. Start."
"Everyone else is of course allowed to discuss along," Alistair interrupted. "I mean. You don't have to be as taciturn as good old Morrigan over here..." Was that an emphasis on the word 'old'? Wasn't it? Mystery!

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Not a bad way to start her second class of her last semester, really.
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If this was hypocritical at all on her part, she certainly didn't realize it.
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So, he went with the first thing that came to mind. "Uh, I really think minotaurs are jerks. Sure, sure, I'm sure they had a minotaur mom and a minotaur dad who cared for them and tried to raise them right but that didn't work so they had to just resort to kidnapping other people's mothers and taking them down to Hades and pretty much ruining my life from there."
Kind of personal. "Really, I think minotaurs are jerks because they're used as a weapon when someone else doesn't wanna do it on their own. Sure, send a big, giant monster after me while you hide away all safe and sound. That's not cowardly at all. And it's not gonna come back to screw you over either."
Yep.
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"I think it's bogus that some people think cheerleading isn't a sport," she said. "I did it on a nationally competitive squad for two years and we worked way harder than some of the other sports teams in terms of practicing. Cheer includes elements of high-end dance and gymnastics. You have to smile when you're doing it even if it hurts like a bitch. It teaches dedication and perseverance. If it's not a sport just because girls do it and there isn't a ball involved, that's just crazy sexist. Real cheering is way more than bouncing around in a short skirt." She twirled her pen. "Not that the short skirts are bad."
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"What is cheerleading?" Alistair asked.
Beat.
"Besides the leading of cheer. A bit of cheer can't be too bad. I'm actually distantly fond of cheer..."
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"The Way of Love is something I've been learning about recently and it's become really important to me. I've always believed that we're trapped in this . . . this cycle of violence and hatred --" seriously, someone should be getting paid royalties for that phrase as often as she used it -- "and that it's important that we learn to break free of it. And the Way of Love teaches that: never to react to any violence in kind. Even if someone's knocking you down repeatedly. I know it's not the path for everyone; it's definitely not for my best friend. But if we're going to make progress toward breaking free of that cycle someday, it has to begin somewhere. With me, if I can help it."
[OOC: If you want to tell her she's being utterly stupid or hopelessly naive or whatever, have at.]
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Now she was considering the idea of her mother taking on a dozen fosterages and...no. Flemeth ought never raise anyone that was not of her own blood.
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Alistair: scowly.
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