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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!

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"Demons aren't too interested in negotiating, either," Gabrielle answered. Having been kidnapped by one fairly recently she felt fairly secure in saying so like she knew what she was talking about. "Or anyone set on revenge. I know how it sounds. I've had more than a few knives held to my throat. I've led troops . . ." Her voice caught a little there, but she pushed on.

"I don't say this as someone who's never picked up a weapon before. But what good does it do in the long run if every act of violence is only met with another? Someone has to say 'No, it ends here.' If something kills me, then it kills me, but I won't have acted out of anger or hatred."

[OOC: I totally just spent a five minute random gigglefit at the idea of Gabrielle ever meeting Leliana . . .]

"And... you'd be dead," Alistair pointed out. Sensibly, for all that. "Not that I don't admire dedication to peace, but you've got to be alive to make some first, don't you?"

[[ ... ahaha. now i want that. badly. ]]

"Which is where spreading the message of peace comes in," Gabrielle countered with all the earnest conviction of a new convert. "And believing someone will carry on that work in the next lifetime, as well."

Oh, good. She was going to bring that into it, too. Sound more like a flake, Gabrielle, really, we dare you.

"So, if I'm getting this right," Alistair said thoughtfully, "You stand up for peace by not hitting back. They kill you. And then you hope someone else comes around who'll stand up for peace by not hitting back and getting killed?"

". . . yes?" Gabrielle tried that thing she did where she smiled brightly and tried to look cute. That thing with a less than optimal success rate. "I'm still working out some of the finer points of the whole thing . . ."

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