Wraeththu parents evening.

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OK, here follows a conversation with marchwarden23 regarding Lizzie's new form teacher....(slightly edited to protect the innocent)

angst_h0r: he teaches english. and is a god sort
angst_h0r: good
angst_h0r: not god!
Jay: hope not.
angst_h0r: although a dehaar would be nice...
Jay: quite!
angst_h0r: it might make parent teachers associations more fun
Jay: sheh at every meeting.
Jay: Grissecon at the beginning of the year.
Jay: caste raising as part of the curriculum.

Teacher (a rather fetching har with long red hair in tight ponytail) : Now Mr er...Ponclast and Mr Terzian...I'm afraid your son has been a bit...varrish with the other harlings....*looks stern*
Ponks: *squirms and mumbles*
Terz: That's our son!
Terz: *sparkles with pride*
Teacher: Calling other harlings, and I quote, 'the devil spawn of Gelaming whores' does not endear him to his classmates.
Ponks: *sighs with relief* Oh is THAT all?

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Ponclast: *looks slightly disappointed*

Teacherhar: *freezes and closes eyes tight shut*

Ponclast: Huh, this one is so tightly strung that a good rooning probably WOULD make him scream. Pity really, such a waste. *grins and removes his belt* Ok, I'll string him up over here shall I? *carries teacherhar over to the blackboard* Then we can throw darts at him!

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: Ooooh....he looks positively petrified! *cackles gleefully* Is it the aruna that scares him? Or the bloodshed? *notices that Ponky's leather trousers slip a bit lower on bony hips with the loss of the belt* Pity we haven't any darts handy. *perks* I have my boot knife, though! *reaches down and unsheathes it, the steel glinting brightly*

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Ponclast: *notices Terz notices and wriggles hips a little more* Oh yeah, use the knife...you're so good at throwing things.

Teacherhar: *gulps and flushes prettily, shaking head* N..nnnno...not the aruna...or the...blood...*pales even further* please...right way up...going to pass out...

Ponclast: *swings teacherhar right way up and straps him to the board*

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *grins and shuts his eyes, hurling the knife towards the squirming target* DAMN! I missed! *walks over and pries it from the blackboard just a hair's breadth away from an ear* And to think! I was aiming for his ouana-lim! Maybe I should aim for his ear and see what happens.... *giggles and is suddenly distracted by Ponky's hips again, his throw going wild*

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Teacherhar: *screams*

Ponclast: Awwww, look, you've made him leak! Don't break him yet, I haven't had my fun! *leers over teacherhar* Which would you prefer...Mr Terz's well-aimed knife, or my well aimed er...*coughs* and looks down.

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: *pushes the door open* Excuse me, I was looking for my son's...*eyebrow lift* I might have known. Now I know where the colourful insults came from.

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Teacherhar: *desperately* Oh thank Aghama! Mr...I mean, General Ashmael, p..please, make them stop! *looks quite flushed and messy*

Ponclast: *looks crestfallen, rather like a kicked puppy* Awww....you're not going to spoil the fun, are you Ash?

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *pulls his knife from out of the desk on the other side of the room* *turns at the familiar voice* General Aldebaran! What a lovely surprise! *fondles knife* We were just having a little chat with our son's teacher regarding his admirable social skills!

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: Tiahaar, Terzian *polite nod* Yes, I know. Pure Varr, that child, sadly.

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *puts on a hurt expression, unconvincingly* Sadly? Your words sting me to the core, General. Besides...isn't your son half...Oops! Hush my mouth. *trots back over to level another throw at teacherhar*

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: *turns back, furious* Isn't my son what? *goes to free teacherhar* Get down, you're embarrassing yourself. And to learn to fight, for Aghama's sake!

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: Nothing to do with me. Just don't kill him, doesn't go down well with the education authority. You two are like harlings yourselves *turns on heel*

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Ponclast: *grins and rubs hands together* So, teacherhar, looks like its just you and us!

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Ponclast: *glares at Ash* Awww, now you've let him go, dammit!

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *pouts and glares at Ash* Thanks for ruining our fun, you uptight git! *considers taking aim at the snotty Gelaming*

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: *turns to face Terz* Go on then, you've always wanted to. I'm unarmed, just as you prefer.

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: *lip curls* So I have....and?

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Ponclast: Well....*shuffles*...wantedtoroonhim....

teacherhar: *blinks*

[mirien.livejournal.com]

Ash: *eyeroll* Now there's a surprise.

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *blinks* *forgets Ash is there* *stares at Ponky* Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? 'Roon him across his own desk! *face lights up with a wide grin*

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Ponclast: *shivers* Oooooh, just like the high school fantasies of old, eh Terz?

teacherhar: *gulps and shivers as well* Oh....fuck.

[marchwarden23.livejournal.com]

Terz: *looks at teacherhar with a predatory grin* That's about it, exactly. *eyes Ponky eagerly* I wanted to do other, not so nice things to my teachers...bloody military school. *still fondles knife, running a fingertip over the point*

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Ponks: Heh...well, when I've finished with him, you still can if you like...

teacherhar: *moans and licks lips* Oh my...