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Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Apple discarded into a rubbish bin, he stood tapping his boot against the ground impatiently for answers, the Captain looked at the piece or parchment and read over the next step to the lesson plan when he was almost completely caught off guard.
"Well well well, if it isn't Peter Pan. My great and worthy opponent," he sneered as he twisted his hook in the air. "Lost your Wendy, have you? That is quite the pity." As for his claim to the Lost Boys, it seemed like the one boy wasn't the only one who needed his eyes checked. They were ALL AROUND YOU, PAN. "Bad form, Peter, standing on a desk like that with nothing but a twig to fight me with."
YOU GAMES OF MAKE BELIEVE WILL NOT SAVE YOU NOW, PETER PAN. PREPARE TO MEET THY DOOM!
Before he could taught his nemesis further, or act on his thoughts, the same blind poor with bad form was speaking again and spouting off complete rubbish. He clearly needed his ears checked as well. Peter Pan was not his captain and therefore stealing from him was all in good form. The cocky brat deserved it.
"If you are going challenge me to a duel, you could have at least done so in the corrected civilized for. En garde, street rat. En garde." He eyed their shoes on the table and sticks in there hands. "Bad form! Bad form indeed! No standing on tables like that!"
And oooooooooh what he would give to have a proper go at Peter Pan right now...but he was out numbered and not a fool. Plus, he had this civic duty he had to attend to - this whole teaching duty. But he would be recruiting during this. Oh yes. By the time all this was done he would have his own crew and THEN, Peter Pan, thy doom would come!
One eye always watching Peter Pan, his threatening gaze fell on the next voice that spoke and all of a sudden a wide grin spread across the man's features. That tone of concern for his well-being and nourishment. Yes. Yes FINALLY he had been found! "SMEEEEEEE!" he declared, arms spread out wide as he marched towards the source of the voice...only to find that there were two young ladies sitting there. And no Smee.
She could be his replacement.
"You there," he said, pointing his hook to the one wearing the badge. "You shall be my first mate and you," he said as he turned to the other girl. "You shall be my boatswain. Congratulations are in order." And he gave the two of them some quick applause. "Now you, New Smee. Your first order of business is to polish my sword," he said as he reached into his scabbard and tossed it at her (which was nothing more than Professor Flamsteed's wand. No real sword). "I want to see my reflection in that by the end of the day."
Now that that had been settled, the Captain's gaze fell on another one of the Lost Boys. Another that showed clear promise in his interest with his struggle to best the Pan.
"No, but tell me, boy. Hast thou ever considered being a pirate?" There were plenty of openings.
And this one. Yes. He quite liked her bloodthirsty way of thinking. She would do nicely in the war against Peter Pan - still watching you. Always watching you, boy.
"Join my crew aboard the Jolly Roger and I shall make sure you get your axe," he promised. "BAD FORM!" he roared as his hook went into the table top just between the two.
"Were you not ever taught that it is incredible rude to whisper and pass notes in class? YOU TWO SHALL JOIN THAT ONE AND WALK THE PLANK!" he declared triumphantly. "But first, your grade for today's lesson." He reached over and plucked one of the quills away from the two and quickly scribbled down a big letter F on both of their parchments.
"After my ti---after my time?!" he roared at the boy. "How DARE you imply that MY TIME has an END! You will join the others and walk the plank!"
Nostrils flaring - hey, was that steam coming out of them? - he glared at the next voice that spoke...and had to glance back down at the parchment to confirm or deny her suspicion.
"No."
"Captain. You will address me as Captain," he corrected as he leaned forward to have his nose practically touch the one belonging to the younf man that had spoken. "NEW SMEE! (DaniDiNardo) Start keeping notes for me. This one too shall walk the plank."
He checked the parchment again. "No."
He tapped his lip with his hook and stepped towards the Lost Boy. "I quite like the look of you. My crew needs people of intelligence. You will make a fine addition," he said while placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger."
"It's Captain," he enunciated. "Bad form to show a lack of diction, boy." He threw New Smee a quick look. Yes, this one as well. The plank with this one.
"It is also bad form to point silly sticks at a lady."
He eyed the pair and smirked. "No, but has thou ever thought of becoming one?"
FINALLY someone had uttered the words scribbled on this piece of parchment he was clutching.
"Correct," he said as he marched back up to the board and stuck a piece of chalk to the tip of his hook to write the date and the word 'fruit flies' to the board. "Says here on this piece of parchment that this is important because it proved that living things on Earth could survive in outer space. After..." he squinted at the parchment and removed his spectacles from his pocket. "I have never seen such appalling handwriting before." He squinted some more. "After...monkeys, mice, and dogs were....launched into space." This made sense to the Lost Boys here? He would NOT allow himself to fall behind them in mental capacity. It would be the epitome of bad form!
"So it is thanks to these living things that the possibility for humans in space was realized. The first of whom was Yuri Gagarin on April 12, 1961." Whoever that gentleman was. "Which now goes back to the previous topics you have discussed..." he continued as he read from the parchment...skipping over a lot of the illegible text. "...because the Earth goes kaboom...humans can live in space."
His finger trailed over the parchment to the next point.
"Living in space poses many difficulties, one of which was a serious concern for the Friendship 7 mission of 1962. It was known at that time if the ingestion and absorption of nutrients were possible in a state of zero gravity. During this spaceflight, astronaut John Glenn ate food packed in a tube." MORE squinting at the parchment. "Who can explain why a tube, like a tube of toothpaste, was used as a food container?"
He stopped here to look up at the class.
"And do you all have an excess of earwax built up in your ears? I SAID TO EAT THE CONTENTS OF THOSE PARCELS!" he roared as he stomped over to the nearest Lost Child's desk (CLAIM THIS SPOT IF YOU WANT!), snatched up one of the parcels, tore it open, and stuffed the food in his mouth. OOC: I'm sorry for not doing the usual individual replies to everyone, but all your posts were read, digested, and appreciated. So thank you <3
I will be out tomorrow for the wedding of two of my best friends, so it is VERY likely that my next post won't come until at least 36 hours from the time of this post. Thank you for your patience and understanding :3
.............................. What?
It was like Comic Con at this school...and Gabriel knew about Comic Con because he and Ruby had never been discouraged from muggle things. It seemed to fit the bill because people from all over the world would come dress as gaming, television, and movie characters...and even though they were only dressing as storybook? characters, it made sense? to his logical brain.
...and a bunch of information was being given. Giving curious glances from his desk, he ducked his head and began writing again.
...and wow, the professor was really getting into this role, wasn't he?
Gabe could respect that...but he was still doubtful about the space ice cream. He didn't know what his stress and anxiety levels were going to do...and for that reason alone, he didn't want to....consume anything. For throwing up reasons. He'd already....done that.....in that Creatures lesson.
EMBARRASSMENT. IT WAS REAL.
....and with the shouting having commenced, Gabe's anxiousness spiked. He didn't care....for loud...noises. They....put him on edge. Hardcore. His grip on the quill tightened; making his knuckles go white. Breathe through it. Just....breathe though it.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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