Plus one Class thread - OTA

[grim_heaper]

Who: Minamimoto and whatever unfortunates wander into his classes
Where: The maths classroom, his... uh... renovated arts classroom, and the field for P.E.
When: Weekdays on and off all month.
Warnings: bad math puns and threats of erasure.

Comments

Maths

[grim_heaper]

"Since everyone is so zetta hung up on who is cute enough to ask to the dance, time to work on some acute angles. And hey, I'll even throw in a Square dance lesson or two. So listen up you factoring hectopascals! Who here can define acute angles for me?"

Art

[grim_heaper]

"Find your beauty! Alright, zeroes. Everyone is all about this dance, so we're going to help decorate the school for it. Grab some spray paint, and get to work!"

P.E.

[grim_heaper]

"You factoring hectopascals want to fit into your pretty dance clothes? Then start running, Pi laps. Fail and face erasure!"

[daughterofclay]

"--heads!"

The yell comes from behind Sho, as does the immaculately folded paper airplane coming straight for his, well, head. It's path seems rather targeted, especially given that it's not a particularly breezy afternoon...

Definitely nothing to do with the girl standing off to the side of the field, decidedly not in PE uniform. Not even a little bit.

[grim_heaper]

"GIVE ME REASON!" he called, double tapping his pin. He sent his falcon that came from it to shred the paper airplane as he stalked over to the girl. "You think you're so zetta funny, do you?"

[daughterofclay]

To lie or not to lie? That was the (hastily answered) question.

"I don't." Not lying, though she didn't seem particularly apologetic, either. If she realized he was a teacher (rather than... what? a particularly zealous track coach?), she was giving no indication thereof.

Anyway, there were more interesting things to discuss.

"That was a nice trick, with the falcon. Your familiar?"

[grim_heaper]

"This is gym class, questions should be restricted to gym and math topics. Now drop and give me twenty!"

[daughterofclay]

She... does not drop and etc., etc. In fact, she completely ignores his request (and also the fact that it's very obviously not a request), just as if it didn't happen at all.

Instead she holds up her hands placatingly, and assumes the mildly amused tone of voice her etiquette professor seems to prefer the students to employ at all times. This is as good time to practice her noblesse oblige mien as ever, she supposes.

"Oh, I didn't mean to pry. It was impressive, is all."

[grim_heaper]

"I SAID DROP AND GiVE ME TWENTY! Fail and face erasure!"

[daughterofclay]

Well, there's no ignoring that.

She sizes him up. He doesn't look all that dangerous, but of course, in a world with magic looks can be deceptive.

For now, she'll just cross her arms.

"You always yell when you don't get your way?"

Office hours - locked to Link

[grim_heaper]

The office he gave Link as a destination was really the arts classroom he had renovated. Which mostly meant that the floor was covered in brown paper, the ceiling was gone, there was a trash sculpture to one side of the room, and the walls were covered in spray paint. Today there was also a rolling board, white board markers, and the remains of a few chairs.

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[sevenyearsasleep]

The "office" reminded Link of the remains of Castle Town. Destruction and something very "off" about the whole place. All it needed were a few redeads, and the feeling would have been complete.

Link, not spotting his professor immediately, started to try and piece a chair back together in the meantime.

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[grim_heaper]

He dropped off of the trash tower. "Soh Cah Toa. You actually showed up."

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[sevenyearsasleep]

"Well, you did say to meet at this time?"

And students were supposed to listen to their professors, right? Or, at least, Link thought those were the rules.

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[grim_heaper]

"I did. Alright then, you said you've spent zero time in class before this place?"

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[sevenyearsasleep]

Link stopped his attempts to fix the chair for a moment.

"Yeah. I was raised by eternal twelve-year-olds and a Tree spirit. My friend Saria taught me how to read and to write my name, and counting and adding basic stuff."

He gave a slight shrug. "Then, when I was still younger than Saria, the whole Ganondorf thing happened and I got sealed away for a seven year nap, had to fight a bunch of evil, but before I could fight Ganondorf himself--I ended up here."

Another shrug and Link rubbed the back of his neck. "So, yeah, no time for school, and before that, it didn't exist."

Yes, even though you two look the same age, this guy is eleven at most.

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[grim_heaper]

He nodded, taking that all in stride. "Alright then, add this to your schedule. On hour a day here. You and me. We'll multiply what you already know and catch you up to the rest of the zeroes in no time. Starting with the basics." He grabbed a can of spray paint, shook it up, then tossed it to him. "Find your beauty."

Re: Office hours - locked to Link

[sevenyearsasleep]

Link caught the can, but, had no idea what it was for.

"Er, sorry...what?"

Day 2

[grim_heaper]

The walls had the smell of fresh paint. The walls were mostly a solid colour, but one was silver, one was back, and one was red. He was back in his trash heap, reading a book while he waited for Link.

Re: Day 2

[sevenyearsasleep]

Link couldn't help but wonder what Navi would think of all of this.

Probably that he was being an idiot.

He examined the walls, wondering if there was some sort of significance to the color choices.

Re: Day 2

[grim_heaper]

He dropped down. "Ready to get complicated?" he asked, with a grin.

Re: Day 2

[sevenyearsasleep]

Link nodded. "Alright. Sure."

Re: Day 2

[grim_heaper]

He reached into the trash heap and grabbed up a protractor. "Catch," he said, tossing it to him like a throwing star.

Re: Day 2

[sevenyearsasleep]

Link had excellent reflexes and caught it with ease.

"What's this?"

Re: Day 2

[grim_heaper]

"Protractor." He went to the whiteboard and drew a triangle. "That'll help you figure any angle, so let's get measuring."