| Title: Magical Art Class (Part 3) Time: Sunday, April 04, 2004 The Thespians: In class RP, I've decided not to include a list of actors. |
| "That's the question, yes?" Sukaku's voice dips lower, for Pascal's ears alone as his paintbrush continues to swish across the canvas "Who *do* I think I am? Who do you think you are, dressing in Pascal-san's skin?" Oh, yes, he's having fun. With the last sentence, though, technically he's meaning to be figurative. "And this would be my favorite part of the school, I think. The forest . . . not nearly appreciated well enough, don't you think? You can do the school part. Have fun." |
| "Uh-huh..." a philosopher. Elijah decides Pascal doesn't have the patience to be friends with Sukaku, and thus, will proceed in that manner. Her cheeks grow crimson at the notion of wearing Pascal's skin. Sukaku hit that nail on the head. "You're damned right I'm trapped in--" she opens her mouth to say Pascal's skin, but it seems the charm restricts her from doing so "--a state of learning who I am." Good attempt at a recovery, though, likely not good enough. " "I don't /have/ any school spirit." She frowns and decides she doesn't want to be in Sukaku's company any longer. She pulls the smock over her head and heads for the door. |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar sweeps over to one end of the class, where there is an empty table sitting, and waves his wand over it. Enticing treats cover it from one end to the other, cupcakes and chips and cookies galore! There's drinks, warm and cold, as well. "As soon as you've finished with you're canvas, and are happy with how it looks, feel free to come and have a snack," he turns. "Put any soiled brushes into the jars of water provided, and please feel free to socialize." He then swoops over to banish the pink furry paint spill with a wave of his wand. But Lien's shoes are still furry. "Whoops, I'm afraid the floor here is charmed to repel the paint, but I must say, interesting fashion statement, if not my choice of color," he eyes the pink fuzz, and gazes at Wally's blue sky paintwork dreamily for a moment before moving over to the other pair. "Are you too all right here? Please start cleaning up if you're finished painting," he smiles at them, gives Elijah a rather warning look, and then turns back to the rest of the class. |
| It's almost like listening to half of a telephone conversation. (Lien would know, because her parents are Muggles.) "But Pascal, you'll miss the snacks!" Lien can do sickeningly sweet when she wants too. Even if her reflexes mean that she doesn't do it soon enough. No matter--there's this small matter of her shoes being furry and pink and she is temporarily distracted. (Though she will want to grab Sukaku before this class ends and find out what's up with all THAT.) "Is that permanent too? I don't think my mom will like it much." |
| Sukaku's voice drops, which means that Wally no longer can eavesdrop, and he somewhat returns his attention to the canvas, moving his foot out of the way just as the pink paint invades the very spot where he was standing no more than a split second ago. He finds himself another brush and just stares at the canvas, and then at the snacks that Fjorvar has placed out rather graciously. The canvas. The snacks. His head moves back and forth, and he starts getting fidgety, painting a little bit faster now in a vain attempt to just finish. Being so absorbed with the fact that finishing the mural means food, he doesn't even notice that Pascal, or Elijah rather, has swept rather abruptly out of the room. |
| Sukaku Karasuno watches after Pascal as she leaves . . . and laughs. Laughs hard, actually, a strange cackling sound. "Sou desu ne," he murmurs to himself, and begins to collect the paints. That was fun! And see, professor, he didn't throw *anything*. Aren't you proud of him? |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar moves from pair to, pair to, well Sukakus' lack of pair, and helps with the cleaning. "No, a cleansing charm wouldn't effect it, you'll havet to remove the fur with a severing charm, and alter the color. Or perhaps..." he rambles on about several charms that might be effective, then purses his lips a bit as Elijah leaves. "Oh dear," the man says. "Well, art is rather lost on many," he sighs, and beams at Wally's excited and hurried painting. "Ah, what exhuberance and passion for the muse! A DaVinco or Van Goh in the making!" he sniffs, dabbing the hem of his sleeve to the corners of both eyes. |
| Van Gogh. Right. Wally's still ignoring the rest of the world while he puts the final details on his half of the mural. He wouldn't be surprised if his part turned out completely opposite from what Lien drew, and as he leans back with a satisfied sigh, he doesn't stay still for long. The paintbrush is dropped into the vat, and he waddles over to the snack table. Feeding time! At least his part of the mural looks nice. He's got some fluffy white clouds, with zebra stripes across the sky symbolizing the outline of some mountains... but nothing really all that impressive. |
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