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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 1:17:05 GMT
"Excellent. Now, students, please read chapter eight, section four for homework tonight. I believe this week's assignment is to describe the appearance, habitat, behavior, and proper neutralization methods of the windgo. Two and a half feet of parchment sounds fair, doesn't it Professor Slick? I know you sometimes have trouble grading papers in a timely manner, but perhaps I can convince Professor Droog to lend a hand." He says meaningfully, his eyebrows lifting slightly and a small smile of amusement gracing his features. He knows Slick will always do his best to weasel out of any sort of work, but with Droog standing over his shoulder he'd get it done. Probably. "If he's not available or this doesn't sound doable for you, you could always come grade papers with me in my office... We could have a nice cup of tea and a long discussion on next week's lesson." His smile turns a bit wider, watching for Slick's reaction.
Karkat looks slightly disappointed Slick hadn't lost his cool, though he's actually sort of impressed he'd pulled an answer out of his ass and saved himself from what might have been Kabnel's version of detention. He'd worry about Jade being stupid and trying to get them noticed later. Bluh. Slick's class was honestly always a horrible time to try and make conversation. He didn't exactly like interruptions.
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jun 22, 2014 2:07:19 GMT
He squints his eyes at the headmaster. "Two and a half feet is a little fucking ridiculous for some topic that they barely will have to deal with. Shouldn't I be teaching them something that would actually be useful in these parts that would, oh I don't know, save their lives maybe? Or are you too wrapped up in your curriculum to care? For someone so anti-system you sure do use a big ass system, boss." Slick really hates having to be a subordinate, he hates it way too much. He goes about wiping away at the chalk board rather angrily while muttering curses under his breath and looking more indignant then normal. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 2:16:01 GMT
"The students will have to deal with the subject when it comes to the O.W.L.s, Professor Slick. And I am not against a system, either. Systems are needed to prevent chaos. I am all for fairness and equality within the system, however, and giving aid to those who need it. Like these students. They need help if they're to pass the ministry mandated tests that are required to prove their competency with all the magical subjects. Two and a half feet is not very long either, I think, since quite a bit of the subject is covered in their textbooks. But very well. It IS your class and you have jurisdiction over homework, to some extent. No less than a foot, though." He says, leaning back and looking pleased. He's glad Slick is at least looking out for the children, even if his instruction methods could use some work. Not to mention his attitude. You couldn't win them all, of course.
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jun 22, 2014 2:27:21 GMT
"Thank you" he sighs and continues cleaning the board glowering trying to ignore the smug bastard that won't get the fuck out of his classroom. He also should probably give them textbooks. He has neglected to do that this whole year. He has now been erasing the imperio on the board for about 5 minutes while mumbling to himself. Today was going sooo great. He stole one of GGK's good apples, he had a great story lined up about that one time the crew broke into a strip club and accidentally burnt the place down, he did however get to destroy that desk like he was planning. He is trying to become a more optimistic person and looking at the at least grey side of things.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 2:52:11 GMT
The Headmaster gives a pleasant hum, finally standing from his desk and giving Slick a smile he knows very well the unpleasant man would not return. "Well then, I think I'm done with your audit, Professor Slick. As I said before, you'll kindly be here when I return once your next period's class is finished. Once the wards are repaired we'll sit and discuss your next lesson, and you can officially consider me out of your hair for the day. Of course, if you find yourself elsewhere when I return, I'll simply come find you and we can talk about why. Have a good class." He nods his head goodbye, sweeping out the door before Slick can give a response. He's not giving him an opportunity to wiggle out of it with some excuse, or disappear before he comes back. If he does he's in for an even longer discussion on the next lesson. If only he took more of an interest in actually teaching...
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jun 22, 2014 3:10:50 GMT
After he is sure he walked away he let out a sharp sigh of relief and flings the eraser backwards and walks to the door to make sure its shut. He takes off his hat and just tosses it on the desk and plops down in his chair and kicks his legs up. "One and a half feet, textbooks are in that cabinet in the back." he mumbles pointing to a rustic cabinet in the back of the room. He grumbles knowing he is now going to have to sit through an entire fucking talk with that god awful piece of shit. The window he can do but talking..... there is a reason he usually only sticks to talking to Droog out of all the older folk in the castle.
He grumbles and gets up from his chair and walks over to the undestroyed desk with his hitcher and without a second thought he begins beating it down to pieces before tossing the whole thing out the window in one of his less violent tantrums. After it crashes to the ground he peaks out the window and for good measure sets it on fire. 130 desks redestroyed.
He wakes up from his nap as he is thrown onto the cold class floor. He grunts and shouts "WHAT THE FUCK?" before turning to see the giant groundskeeper, now holding his lazyboy protectively under one arm, and shrinking to the floor as much as possible as the GGK stomps away grumbling something about eating Slick's eyeballs and replacing them with rocks.
He gets up and dusts himself off, readjusting his hat, and heading to that window he had destroyed a year or two ago. He eyes the desk that he is sure replaced the one he destroyed from his position next to said window. Quite suddenly that desk was being lobbed, burning, out said window followed by the swift steps of a ornery professor retreating down the hall away from the classroom.
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