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[tealribbons]

Who: Soryk, you, you, you, and you, and maybe you
What: Poisons Class wow this is almost Harry Potter
Where: Soryk's Classroom
When: Late Morning - 11/20
Warnings: Soryk doesn't know how to teach people things.



He'd spent hours setting it up. And by 'setting it up,' it really meant writing out a rather long and excessively organised list involving curriculum. Soryk didn't quite know how he got into the position he did. It was mostly being pulled aside by the Headmaster, blatantly told that while he was in the academy, he ought to be making use of himself, and that poisons would be a most intriguing if not deadly addition to the school.

The issue was...

Soryk didn't know the first thing about teaching anyone anything.

And as far as he was concerned, standing at the front of a classroom, leaned up against a desk, and fingering his goatee did not paint him a particularly 'instructor' sort of man. He looked too nice - in his opinion - to be an instructor. Scholars were scholars. He was a man of action and a man of cunning and clever words. And fancy clothing: doublets, breeches, cuffs, and boots, seemingly hand-crafted and embroidered. From head-to-toe, Soryk was of the utmost not 'with the times,' and painfully so.

All the same, he supposed he'd do what he could until he could find a way back to Azeroth and the insufferable Garrosh Hellscream.

A variety of plants were strewn about the classroom, mostly foreign plants - native to his homeland and the other places beyond it. Soryk wasn't much of a fan of them, but plants were a crucial part to development of poisons. On his desk sat a rather becoming pile of rhubarb.



And then on each desk, even more rhubarb.



For there was no better way to gain the experience than with hands-on participation.

Comments

[Attendance]

[tealribbons]

[Attendance]

[vianca]

[Yes hello. You were an elf. A real live elf. Real elf. Teaching poisons.

Vianca sat very quietly in the front.]

[Attendance]

[tealribbons]

[Look a girl with white hair. Who's not an elf. A human or something.

He squinted. And nodded in acknowledgement. As long as she was paying attention. As a test, he tapped the edge of her desk with the dagger withdrawn from his right scabbard.]

[Attendance]

[hissyfit]

[Eli was also there, sitting just behind Vianca. Looking rather unimpressed.]

[Attendance]

[tealribbons]

[Look. He was unimpressed with her as well. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GIRLS RIGHT UP FRONT. Because two girls was totally a lot.]

[idealisms]

[ wassap

look who's right in front ]

[tealribbons]

[... Wow. Soryk couldn't tell if that was a young man or a young woman.

So he tapped at his hat.]

Remove that.

[In his best clearly foreign, middle-aged accent.]

[Attendance]

[robinsegg]

[Sig was here. Didn't know why though, but yes.

Hi.

Stare.]

[Attendance]

[tealribbons]

[Soryk had seen this kid before.

He paused by Sig's desk and leaned over to get a better look.]

How old are you?

Re: [Attendance]

[notstevejobs]

::Sitting up front, a fat, smelly, short, overalled 17 year old wearing overalls and with a mouse sticking its head out of his overall's front pocket sits.::

[tealribbons]

[... Why is there a mouse?

No, really. Why is there a mouse.

That's all Soryk really cares about evidently. He pauses at Apple Kid and unsheathing a dagger, cautiously pointed to the animal in his front pocket.]

I will not tolerate rodents in this room unless you wish it to become a glorious experiment.

[burningheart]

[HELLO, SPIRIT. I'm not sure Kieran even knows what class he's in, but he's eyeing those plants with distinct interest. He's never seen any like that in the forest! THOSE LEAVES ARE SO BIG...]

[tealribbons]

[Soryk can't help but think Kieran looks too happy to be in class. It hasn't dawned on him that he's interested in eating the rhubarb.]

This is an instruction poisons. Do attempt to keep yourself from looking so... thrilled.

[stay_classy_cat]

[Hiiiiii. Sitting all prim and proper and diligently taking notes and staring very intently at teacher.

As if there were wheels inside his head spinning.]

[tealribbons]

[At least someone knows how to seem studious. Except, Soryk's more interested in hands-on activity. Bow-chicka. He pauses by Warren's desk and simply watches him for a few moments.]

I do expect that you shall do more than merely listen and write.

[Attendance]

[punchtheflowers]

[Well, this class seemed like it might be relevant. Vinnie sat by the window, eyeing the rhubarb.]

[tealribbons]

[Relevant mostly for Soryk. Except none of his students needed to know that.

He took a few moments to note his other students before he addressed Vinnie. It was time for an impromptu test - that had nothing to do with poisons.]

And who might you be?

[Questions/Comments]

[tealribbons]

[idealisms]

Excuse me, sir. [ He raises his hand high. ] What are we meant to do with these rhubarbs?

[ There has to be some sort of intricate experiment involved here! ]

[tealribbons]

[Soryk settles a hand to his hip and he motions with the other, as if the gesture itself is supposed to express everything clearly.]

You eat it, naturally.

[Because N was supposed to get that to begin with.]

Re: [Questions/Comments]

[notstevejobs]

Can we use this to make a pie?

[vianca]

[Vianca raised her hand.]

[Lurkers]

[tealribbons]

[Lurkers]

[rivalsweetscent]

[Bulba was no longer a student so technically he was a lurker. So he was lurking.... by taking one of the empty seats near the back, once he was sure that all the actual students had enough seats for themselves.]

[Lurkers]

[sinister_blade]

[Katarina fiddled with her blade, putting it back in its sheaths as she glared randomly at students down the hall. Who stepped away from her.

She snorted.

She was headed towards poisons class, in need of some poisons for her own class. She didn't really care that class could end up with half of the students poisoned while trying to properly soak weapons.

She knocked only once, before opening the door to poisons lab, then went wide eyed. Why is the room- what is--]

What's going on in here?