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smash_logs2012-11-20 11:09 am
tealribbons) wrote in smash_logs2012-11-20 11:09 am
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Who: Soryk, you, you, you, and you, and maybe you
What: Poisons Classwow 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 intriguingif 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.
What: Poisons Class
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
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.
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