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BanaBatGirl · 09-09-2020, 04:11 AM

It's perfect.

The references, the nicknames, the jokes.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

Pretty smart, eh? "Thanks for noticing," Nem replied drily. Weasley was so astute. "'Spose we'll see." He had jokes though, so that was something.

Whether or not Nem had enough interest in trolls to want to learn their language was another matter. Their level of interest in the lesson itself was quickly falling into a nosedive. Trolls were very similar to humans. Too similar. Similar enough that Nem did not really count them as creatures at all, no matter what the ministry had them categorised as. They were well versed in that whole classification debacle.

Point was, trolls were close enough to people that they didn't have the appeal of creatures, yet lacked all the aspects of humans that gave them decent entertainment value. What did trolls have? Brute strength. The ability to scare muggle- and potentially wizardkind witless if you caught them unawares. A little magic. Nothing Nem didn't already have, or couldn't conjure up on their own, or find in a better creature. No unique selling proposition, as far as they were concerned.

Nemesis was not the type to reserve judgement. Surprise.

... Hesitant to enter a pensieve? Nem glanced around, wondering who Dubya might be referring to, before stepping forward to dive into it themselves. They'd never done this before, didn't even know what to expect, and were met with the strangest sensation of falling through nothing, and then suddenly standing - as opposed to landing - at the destination.

Huh.

"Woah. Land before time." Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth - though if anyone asked, they were referring to the forest setting - and there was the dino himself now. Wild Wild West. Whistling. Worst. Same went for that bloody Gryffindor, too. On the list.

Nem looked to the present day fossil, then back to his memory self, and watched. Upon the appearance of the trolls, they promptly pulled the top of their robes up and over their nose and mouth. Not breathing that in, thanks.

Maybe all this would be more entertaining if Nem didn't know that the troll's victim somehow got out of it in the end. It wasn't supposed to be entertaining, this being a lesson and all, but since when had that made a difference? When Nem spoke, it was in that same undemonstrative tone, and slightly muffled by their robes. "Doesn't take much for them to fight between themselves, does it? Even though they clearly communicate well." Case in point, they had him all tied up in no time. "Wouldn't be so hard to use that to your advantage." One had already been knocked into the water by another. Speaking of which, Nem eyed the tutu-adorned assailant. "That one of the trolls that met Barnabas the Barmy?" Ha.

Giving away your age there, Walter White.

09-09-2020, 04:11 AM	#10 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	This post. Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB It's perfect. The references, the nicknames, the jokes. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Pretty smart, eh? "Thanks for noticing," Nem replied drily. Weasley was so astute. "'Spose we'll see." He had jokes though, so that was something. Whether or not Nem had enough interest in trolls to want to learn their language was another matter. Their level of interest in the lesson itself was quickly falling into a nosedive. Trolls were very similar to humans. Too similar. Similar enough that Nem did not really count them as creatures at all, no matter what the ministry had them categorised as. They were well versed in that whole classification debacle. Point was, trolls were close enough to people that they didn't have the appeal of creatures, yet lacked all the aspects of humans that gave them decent entertainment value. What did trolls have? Brute strength. The ability to scare muggle- and potentially wizardkind witless if you caught them unawares. A little magic. Nothing Nem didn't already have, or couldn't conjure up on their own, or find in a better creature. No unique selling proposition, as far as they were concerned. Nemesis was not the type to reserve judgement. Surprise. ... Hesitant to enter a pensieve? Nem glanced around, wondering who Dubya might be referring to, before stepping forward to dive into it themselves. They'd never done this before, didn't even know what to expect, and were met with the strangest sensation of falling through nothing, and then suddenly standing - as opposed to landing - at the destination. Huh. "Woah. Land before time." Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth - though if anyone asked, they were referring to the forest setting - and there was the dino himself now. Wild Wild West. Whistling. Worst. Same went for that bloody Gryffindor, too. On the list. Nem looked to the present day fossil, then back to his memory self, and watched. Upon the appearance of the trolls, they promptly pulled the top of their robes up and over their nose and mouth. Not breathing that in, thanks. Maybe all this would be more entertaining if Nem didn't know that the troll's victim somehow got out of it in the end. It wasn't supposed to be entertaining, this being a lesson and all, but since when had that made a difference? When Nem spoke, it was in that same undemonstrative tone, and slightly muffled by their robes. "Doesn't take much for them to fight between themselves, does it? Even though they clearly communicate well." Case in point, they had him all tied up in no time. "Wouldn't be so hard to use that to your advantage." One had already been knocked into the water by another. Speaking of which, Nem eyed the tutu-adorned assailant. "That one of the trolls that met Barnabas the Barmy?" Ha. Giving away your age there, Walter White. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind