09-25-2012, 04:36 PM
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Diricawl
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Zahra Kettleburn Seventh Year | This is 6. It probably doesn't count. Cannot stop laughing. Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Wait...could she? Just for the remainder of her time at Hogwarts that is. Raising her hand to get the professor's attention, she was about to ask when...
Aspen Odessa happened.
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Kurumi's finger froze in place over a ruby and her head SNAPPED to the side to look at Aspen. Was she.... Did she.... Kurumi wasn't even going to comment on how she had just shoved her poor fire crab under a bucket. She was too focused on Aspen's lips and the words that had just come out of them.
"Are you suggesting that we all take our shirts off?" she squeaked, her right hand tugging uncomfortably on her collar NOT as though she were going to actually do it, more that she really needed some breathing room right now. Was that a real question?
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Aspen froze in place, her brain in overtime, and she could only conclude that indeed - Dragon Bait was serious.
.................. "Only if you intend to fly."
Aspen could only see Dragon Bait flying in the mouth of a dragon, as it gobbled it her up for a num-num appetizer. Merlin, that'd be awesome. She never thought she'd say it, but at this moment, she did miss Williamson. Quote:
Originally Posted by Leeness "Oooooohhhhhh," Elijah said with a tone of understanding as Aspen explained the ways behind Vamp!Flying (bet Vindictus couldn't teach THAT), and it struck him in regards to how stupid he was not to have made the connection between Aspen and her bat. It all made sense, now.
"Take off my shirt...?" Elijah hesitated. The last time his shirt had been off in a class it had ended extremely badly, but that was because Magnus was a drama queen who lived in a box under the Hogwarts bridge. Perhaps this new Professor would enjoy a pec flex? His little grey cells got to work and decided he couldn't be blamed if it wasn't his fault he was topless (not that it had helped much in Transfiguration, but hey ho).
SO, when the Professor's back was turned, he quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the ground, casting a quick incendio to it and setting it alight. Removing his firecrab from it's bucket, he quickly faced it's rear to where the flames were now eating his shirt up. He was glad he had worn a crappy shirt today since he expected to get messy in this class. "Ohhhh deaaaar. Look at what has haappppeeeneeedd," Elijah feigned surprise, "Don't worry about it little guy, these this happen." He gave his little fire crab a small pat to show the Professor how friendly he was being despite the fire crab obviously setting him on fire and FORCING him to remove his shirt.
"Now what...?"
Kurumi spoke up then, obviously having listened into their conversation. Elijah gave a small stifle of laughter as the panicked expression consumed her face as she believed they ALL had to take their shirts off. Of course, only vampires did, so that they could fly more easily... DUH.
However, the complete boy in Elijah just haaaad to go and say, "Yes," and a pec flex to you Miss Hollingberry! Take TWO Miss Hollingberry!
This should really be the new uniform.
Elijah put his crab back in water and as he waited for Aspen's next set of instructions, he gently rubbed the crab's shell a little so that he looked as if he was attempting the task. The crab's face was, yet again, expressionless... maybe a BIT happier looking. But, he was topless, now, after all. Maybe he had a girl crab?
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He'd not only taken his shirt off (again), but he'd.... set it on fire. And then blamed the fire crab.
It was either madness or brilliance.
Aspen kept her straight face, but really - this boy thought he could fly. It was TOO easy. She began carving out a HOLE in her bucket with her wand so her little fire crab would have some light. And air. And so he could witness the rest of this show. It was too good to miss, even if you were an inept fire crab with bad aim. "You've seen how bats fly? Or even birds. It all starts with flapping. Start slow so you don't hurt yourself. Might want to do a few neck rolls. Get limber. Cartwheels are good for limbering up." And even better when cartwheels were less-than-dressed, over the embers of a recently burned shirt, in the middle of fire crab pasture.
What could possibly go wrong? "I can watch your fire crab if you want to practice now." |
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