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Polar Opposites, Tuesday
"Apparently, today is a 'romantic holiday' for those of you that are local," Morrigan began, the distaste evident on her features. "Because apparently, you only tell someone you 'love' them one day out of the year."
"I'm sorry, did someone miss out on well-wishes today?" Alistair asked, fidgeting a little. For absolutely no reason at all. "No one leave any flowers at your doorstep? I wonder why."
Riiiiight. Morrigan just gave him a Look. "Because I live in the local Wilds, and already have flowers if I want them?" she suggested slowly. "And I think the unnecessary killing of plants for decoration is ridiculous?"
Alistair shot her a Look back, and was not distracted much by how little she was wearing. Thank you. "It's not about having flowers, it's about the act of getting them from someone who loves you," he retorted. "Not that I'd expect you to understand that."
"Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love," she replied tartly, trying to ignore how very fit Grey Wardens always seemed to be. "What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy, much like your holiday."
Alistair took a few steps towards her. He felt... almost irrationally angry, more so even than she usually made him. "Spoken like a true bitter witch," he said. "Tell me, Morrigan, exactly how much time have you spent around people who actually love each other? Because I don't think your mother is exactly fit to teach you anything about that kind of thing."
"Oh, insult my mother. How very mature. What, would you have me tie myself to another with bonds of servitude? It serves no purpose," Morrigan scoffed. "What I know is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone." Already attempting to dismiss the former-templar from her mind, she turned to the students. "This 'valentine.' Truly 'romantic'-?" in which case, she pitied you, "-or just a capitalistic excuse to encourage breeding and spending of money. Discuss."
"Yes, because it's so terrible to take a day to really appreciate each other," Alistair said. He reached for her arm, and added, "And we are not done talking, Morrigan."
"Yes, we are," she snarled, and the magic-savvy students might see the magic beginning to broil around her. "Remove your hand, Chantry-boy."
Alistair... removed his hand, but only because he didn't want her to do something that might affect the students. In fact, said magic-savvy students might have picked up on him calling on a little of his own Templar magic, just in case.
"Since when do you have any equals you respect?" he said. "All you do is sneer and look down on everyone and pretend like you're so superior to the rest of us." He eyed her. "You're not above it all, you know. You have the makings of a gibbering lunatic, just about as much as I do."
He glanced towards the class. "Romance is about being foolish, or so I'm told," he said. "Nothing wrong with it. Life's not nearly as beautiful without foolishness."
Please. The only thing she was tempted to do was put him a deep-freeze until he got over whatever snit had twisted his small-clothes in a knot. She'd never let harm come to her students.
"And so you continue to display your ignorance," Morrigan sneered. "You know nothing of --"
Which was about when a gobble of gremlins burst through the classroom door, chittering with glee as they managed to send both teachers staggering...
...right into a closet held open by two squirrels, who promptly shut it when they were inside.
The gremlins then proceeded to sit down and discuss...something...among themselves, with popcorn, as one of the squirrels scampered over to Quinn with a note, saying not to let them out until class was over.
So, debate. Or try and ask a gremlin for a pom-pom.
[OOC: OCD'D!]
"I'm sorry, did someone miss out on well-wishes today?" Alistair asked, fidgeting a little. For absolutely no reason at all. "No one leave any flowers at your doorstep? I wonder why."
Riiiiight. Morrigan just gave him a Look. "Because I live in the local Wilds, and already have flowers if I want them?" she suggested slowly. "And I think the unnecessary killing of plants for decoration is ridiculous?"
Alistair shot her a Look back, and was not distracted much by how little she was wearing. Thank you. "It's not about having flowers, it's about the act of getting them from someone who loves you," he retorted. "Not that I'd expect you to understand that."
"Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love," she replied tartly, trying to ignore how very fit Grey Wardens always seemed to be. "What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy, much like your holiday."
Alistair took a few steps towards her. He felt... almost irrationally angry, more so even than she usually made him. "Spoken like a true bitter witch," he said. "Tell me, Morrigan, exactly how much time have you spent around people who actually love each other? Because I don't think your mother is exactly fit to teach you anything about that kind of thing."
"Oh, insult my mother. How very mature. What, would you have me tie myself to another with bonds of servitude? It serves no purpose," Morrigan scoffed. "What I know is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone." Already attempting to dismiss the former-templar from her mind, she turned to the students. "This 'valentine.' Truly 'romantic'-?" in which case, she pitied you, "-or just a capitalistic excuse to encourage breeding and spending of money. Discuss."
"Yes, because it's so terrible to take a day to really appreciate each other," Alistair said. He reached for her arm, and added, "And we are not done talking, Morrigan."
"Yes, we are," she snarled, and the magic-savvy students might see the magic beginning to broil around her. "Remove your hand, Chantry-boy."
Alistair... removed his hand, but only because he didn't want her to do something that might affect the students. In fact, said magic-savvy students might have picked up on him calling on a little of his own Templar magic, just in case.
"Since when do you have any equals you respect?" he said. "All you do is sneer and look down on everyone and pretend like you're so superior to the rest of us." He eyed her. "You're not above it all, you know. You have the makings of a gibbering lunatic, just about as much as I do."
He glanced towards the class. "Romance is about being foolish, or so I'm told," he said. "Nothing wrong with it. Life's not nearly as beautiful without foolishness."
Please. The only thing she was tempted to do was put him a deep-freeze until he got over whatever snit had twisted his small-clothes in a knot. She'd never let harm come to her students.
"And so you continue to display your ignorance," Morrigan sneered. "You know nothing of --"
Which was about when a gobble of gremlins burst through the classroom door, chittering with glee as they managed to send both teachers staggering...
...right into a closet held open by two squirrels, who promptly shut it when they were inside.
The gremlins then proceeded to sit down and discuss...something...among themselves, with popcorn, as one of the squirrels scampered over to Quinn with a note, saying not to let them out until class was over.
So, debate. Or try and ask a gremlin for a pom-pom.
[OOC: OCD'D!]
Sign-In
Re: Sign-In
Re: Sign-In
Re: Sign-In
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
During the.... Lecture?
Re: During the.... Lecture?
React!
Laugh, point fingers, run in terror. As you do.
Activity!
Re: Activity!
God knew she was imagining it vividly enough.
"...or we could actually talk Valentine's Day," she conceded, as an afterthought.
Talk to the TA
Re: Talk to the TA
A few minutes later, she'd have other distractions on her mind.
Talk to the Teachers
Re: Talk to the Teachers
Because it was class day. Ugh, Morrigan, ugh, he wanted to argue with your face.
OOC