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

[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?"

[grim_heaper]

"Actually, I tend to erase irritating zeroes when I am annoyed. If you want to be iterated so badly...."

[daughterofclay]

Careful, Sho, too many more of those conversational threats and you're gonna make her homesick. As it is, she declines to react, scanning the field with his students (victims?) instead.

"...why wouldn't they fit into their dancing clothes?"

She's genuinely curious. Dieting isn't really a thing in Faerie, where most of the fey gentry are naturally willowy and clothing is either custom-tailored or optional.

[grim_heaper]

"Listen up you factoring hectopascal! I SAID RUN!" he shouted in her face with his bullhorn.