| Title: Magical Art Class (Part 2) Time: Sunday, April 04, 2004 The Thespians: In class RP, I've decided not to include a list of actors. |
| Sukaku Karasuno sees the confusion in Pascal's eyes and stares back steadily, tawny eyes cool and calm, never blinking. One would almost think that Pascal didn't know him . . . interesting, indeed. No smile for this Pascal . . . merely the boy's usual intent gaze. Groups? Hm. Rising suddenly, he pads over towards Lien and Pascal for further instruction. (Fully dressed.) |
| Teeth gritting, Lien gives a valiant effort and ignores Elijah's jab about the hair net. Though he has a point--she looks like a true, blue /dork/ with the smock and the net and all. She flashes Sukaku a quick return smile and then fixes her attention firmly... well, mostly on Zafkiel. She does glance at Sukaku occasionally while the teacher speaks, and when he turns to the canvas the girl leans in nearer Sukaku so she can whisper. "Are you even supposed to be here?" Okay, so that's not much in the way of further instructions, but how much you wanna bet they get stuck with Pascal/Elijah? |
| Taking yet another step back, Wally not only makes more noise walking on the paper, but his frock takes his moment to come undone. He ties it up again with a rather sheepish expression on his face, ducking his head and feigning interest in the spreading of the paint over the canvas. Man, school spirit. That means creativity and creativity means thinking... |
| School Spirit!? That was an interesting theme. A dorky theme, but interesting nonetheless. Trust a teacher to come up with something like it. At the mention of groups, Elijah flashes a huge smile towards Lien, "You'll have to be in /my/ group, Ooo-Lien!" That's right, she's got her heart set on it, she /wants/ to be in a group with Lien. Oh the fun! Oh the torment! A glance is then given to Wally and his frock issues, the girl just shakes her head. /Way/ too easy. But that's never stopped Eli before! "Maybe if you used two of them..." she suggests and runs her tongue over her lips. What that would look like, Eli has no idea. No idea at all. |
| Hannu just looks around. What's this school spirit, really? Was it the time someone put alcohol in the punch? |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar is delighted with his demonstration, yes, and adds another stroke, before getting a clean brush, and dipping that into the purple substance from before. It effects the canvas all right. Where is is painted, the canvas turns into woodgrain. "As you can see, the various forms of paint cause different effects," he looks around at them, counting with his mind, and smiles. "An even number, good! All of you, find a parter, and choose a canvas," he beams, then waltzes to the back of the room. "Experiment, have fun, go bananas, as the Muggles say, I'll be moving from group to group, giving advice, and watching, so if you have questions don't hesitate to ask," he says. "There'll be snacks for after we're done, so find a partner and work up an appetite!" |
| Sukaku Karasuno tips his head slightly to one side at Lien, then shrugs vaguely. "Probably not. But this makes it more fun, ne?" Golden eyes slip towards Pascal. "White-handed girl is being very girlish today . . . Very strange." And something about Pascal at the moment is *not* putting him at ease. Perhaps he should watch her. "I shall take the white-handed girl," he announces decisively. "Pascal-san." |
| "Better you than me," Lien mutters at Sukaku's announcement. Why he would do this on purpose doesn't make much sense to her, but neither does he, and anyway she's pretty sure he can handle himself. He's welcome to her. Lien scoops up a paintbrush and stuffs a couple popsicle sticks into the pocket of her frock before flagging down Wally. (He's the only other person she knows, but maybe it'll still make him feel good.) "Wanna partner?" |
| Apparently Wally doesn't have that much of a problem letting Pascal's little comment slide, and it's made that much easier for him at Zafkiel's announcement of there being SNACKS at the end of this class. Like a dog to the sound of a can being opened, really. A slight flush appears at Wally's cheek, and he looks around furtively for a partner. This part of classes always sucked, and being too bumbling to approach anyone, he's rather relieved when Lien approaches him. Better Lien than carrot top over there. In a few years, he'll learn to use 'I may be fat, but you're ugly and I can diet.' "Sure," he says, his fat little face splitting into a grin that stretches from ear to ear. "Which canvas would you like?" |
| Elijah Cruise blinks a few times at Sukaku. Great! Pascal knew this freak! The question was, was she friendly towards him, or evil? In any case, Eli doesn't really care. She sighs. "But I /want/ to be with Lien..." she blinks a few times and stares at Sukaku for several moments. Finally her eyes are diverted. "And who /you/ calling white-handed?" Her eyes flash with momentary anger, and then it fades. Maybe it was a nickname or something? She makes a little noise as Lien agrees that Eli shouldn't be in her group. Oh well. "So... you're not in green..." good topic starter, maybe it would head somewhere and Eli could figure out who this peculiar character is? |
| Very interesting, this anger. "I have called you white-handed girl since the beginning," Sukaku remarks idly, gaze still hardly flickering. "Because when we first met, your hands were so angry that they turned white, clenched like so." Holding up a hand, he demonstrates. "I am sorry I am not Lien-san. But I shall be interesting. I promise you." Another attempt at a smile, long and lean this time. He wouldn't have minded working with Lien, to be certain, but he feels better about this arrangement somehow. No, he's not in green, is he? But Pascal should have known that. |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar smiles, and strides over to Sukaku and Elijah, putting his palm onto the flat white surface of their canvas. "Now remember, the paint is to go onto the canvas, not each other," he says, sweetly, as if to a little child, with just a hint of a warning look in his eyes, before he moves onto Lien and Wally. He tsks at Wally's smock, and pulls out his wand to point at the strings, which lenghten significantly and tie into a big bow. "They're suppose to be one size fits all, but the self-sizing charms seem to have worn off. Another thing to add to the supplies list," he sighs, shaking his head. "My younger students are so rough with them. I'm very sorry about that. You two going to be all right as partners?" |
| Which canvas? Lien would like to suggest one far away from Pascal... but she's also rather interested to keep an eye on Sukaku and watch him with the girl. (He's proved a source of glee and amusement in the past.) So she gestures to one near the one claimed by the other pair, bringing over several buckets of paint. "Yes, Professor, we'll be fine." No, it's Elijah and Sukaku you need to worry about, as both of them are bent on causing mayhem as a primary goal in life. Lien dips a brush into a bucket of thin and watery pink paint--it leaves a trail of short, velvety pink fur along the canvas. |
| The large like to think large, and so Wally has gotten himself a rather large paintbrush. "Thanks very much, Professor," he says gratefully as he feels the frock finally tightening nicely around his form. He looks around at the various vats in the room, clearly spying on Pascal and Sukaku himself, before he settles on a vat with some bright orange paint. He waddles over to Lien and as he sticks his brush into the vat, he asks her quietly, "What should we make our mural of?" And would you look at that; he's got paint on his gloves, completely disregarding everything Zafkiel mentioned a few minutes ago. |
| "Uh-huh." A long pause. "I /know/ that! I've never actually liked it... my hands aren't /that/ white. Normally." Good effort, Elijah, you managed to make Pascal look like an insane know-it-all. Oh well. She attempts to smile, "Actually... I have a very bad long term memory. Could you refresh it for me to remind me of that glorious meeting?" She turns back to look at Zafkiel and tilts her head. Paint not going on other people... does not compute. However, in response she chimes sweetly in her most feminine tone, "Yes Professor." Ha. Like that was likely. |
| Sukaku Karasuno suspects that this particular elder is a bit touched in the head. Don't eat the paint. Don't chew on the brushes. Don't fling paint at one another. Warning look. Honestly, does he look like a child? (. . . Don't answer that.) A slight bow is given to Zafkiel in reply. "I have no such intention, sensei." Yet, anyway. Looking back to Pascal, he shrugs slightly and obliges her most unique memory, reaching for a paintbrush. "We met in Boulder, do you remember, on a weekend out. You pushed me into the mud and threatened to hex me if I didn't get out of the way. It was raining that day, very hard. You were in a hurry." |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar keeps a firm eye on Elijah and Sukaku, and moves off to the side to watch the action from a safe distance. "Some of these paints have effects which are permanant, but harmless, to the surface upon which they touch, so watch yourselves unless you want to be stained puce for the rest of you're life," people can take whatever risks they like in his class, so long as they know the concequences, and he seems almost delighted at the prospect of a 'puce' person, grinning as he observes them from his languid position in the miggle of the room. When Sukaku bows, the man raises both eyebrows with a faintly honored look. Only faintly, as he turns to eyeball Elijah warily, look for one long moment, before rolling his eyes in the direction of the third, forgotten pair, watching their work with interest. |
| Poor Wally--his partner seems significantly more interested in eavesdropping on their neighbors than paying close attention to him. And what IS Sukaku talking about. Lien looks confused, watching them, until the realization dawns that Wally has asked her a question. "What? Oh, uh... I don't know. Maybe we could just... start and see. I've... never been very good at this anyway, so it probably won't look much like anything anyway." Nod. She flips a drop of paint onto the canvas with a popsicle stick and watches the bead roll down, leaving a shining silver trail. |
| "Ah... yes... now I remember..." Not. Pascal had never mentioned this guy to the best of Elijah's knowledge. "That was a memorable day, wasn't it? Silly of me to have forgotten..." Well then, this would prove to be interesting, wouldn't it? A scowl is sent in Zafkiel's direction. Pascal wouldn't really appreciate being stained any color, maybe it was best to stay away from paint flinging for the day? "So, what should we paint? I think a picture of the school on fire would be good. It's sending a message that this Scattergoods is...er... hot..." |
| Wally carefully, or as careful as he can which isn't very, jabs the large paintbrush at the white canvas, smearing the orange paint upon the white. As soon as the paint contacts with the canvas, it turns into zebra stripes. The expression on Wally's face is almost priceless, and he looks up at Lien (who is looking at Pascal/Elijah and Sukaku) with glee. She's not paying attention though, and he doesn't really mind. Another brush, another vat, and he smears more paint everywhere. |
| A gleam lights Sukaku's eyes as he reaches to dip his paintbrush, eyeing Pascal sideways, voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah . . . but I lied. That is very interesting, that you would remember something that never happened." As for the canvas, he doesn't reply, merely beginning to paint in broad, swift strokes. Leafy greens that look about to sprout flora, yellows, warm reds. Jungle-like. Unfortunately Sukaku does not seem to be a team player. |
| Now, this is very interesting. So interesting, in fact, that Lien is left with her brush frozen in one spot on the canvas, slowly seeping glittery blue paint in a starburst pattern as she listens. She saw Pascal after the first encounter they had with Sukaku, and it couldn't possibly be something the older girl was likely to forget soon. Finally, she turns suddenly back to the canvas and in the process, upsets her first bucket, the pink one. The thin paint gushes out liberally over the floor and she squeaks and jumps back, but too late--the lower half of her shoes are now very pink and very fuzzy. |
| Elijah Cruise frowns. Right. "Indeed," the girl hisses. So Sukaku knew something funny was going on. Oh well. A glance is given to Sukaku's efforts and the girl shakes her head, "Uh. It's /supposed/ to be about school spirit. /That/ has nothing to do with the school." Idiot. At least in Eli's mind. But the girl had to be at least civil with those who Pascal at least spoke to. "Who the hell are you anyways?" she asks outright. Oops. Time for a recovery, "You don't wear green, you don't cooperate, and you come to class...who do you think you are?" Sukaku was shaping up to be someone Eli might like. Maybe. A smile plays on her lips. |
| Well, it seems that the conversation as suddenly taken an interesting, turn, for Wally as well, has been listening. He's been painting as well, but half of the attention goes to the mountains and trees, the other half to eavesdropping. It's really hard not to, and for a moment he's not even paying attention to the thin blue paint he's applying to the canvas; it suddenly grows and 'blossoms' into fluffy cream coloured... clouds, on the canvas. The pink paint is slowly crawling towards Wally's shoes but he remains rooted to the spot, staring at Pascal and Sukaku while he continues to stroke about randomly. There's already a rather generous portion of the paint on his frock too. |
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