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fandomhigh2012-01-03 10:08 am
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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!
Re: Introductions!
"I might do that -- talk to Raven," she clarified. "And of course you know I'll keep you up to date."
Re: Introductions!
She reached out for Gabrielle's hand.
"One friend to another."
Re: Introductions!
"Then as a fellow Queen and a friend, I give you my word," she said formally. But smiling.