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Grading

*narrows his eyes*

So that’s the reason you tried encouraging comments last term.

Hey, you try convincing a pack of super-powered teenagers that they still need math.

Maybe try teaching us math with more real-world applications? How many Sentinels are too many, the ratio of idiots to douchebags in the Brotherhood, how to calculate the dimensions for your stupid spandex outfit, that kind of thing.

Thaaat’s actually not a bad idea. *looks thoughtful* I could try incorporating it into my next lesson plan.

Also, that’s a trick question, the Brotherhood are both idiots and douchebags.

Look, you gotta throw the kids a few curveballs or they’ll get complacent.

*sighs* I guess so. *close inspects the paper in his hand* Oh come on, parabolas do not have nipples.

If they did, maybe I’d have paid attention.

*Quentin, thoroughly bored and also very cold, scrapes up some of the snow on his own desk and starts to form it into a tiny snowman*

*the snowman is screaming*

Quire, the quicker we get through these, the quicker we're done and you can go do... whatever it is you do nowadays...

*shakes his head and rubs his face* Oh god, I sound like a responsible adult. Behold, the dangers of paperwork.

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Grading

*narrows his eyes*

So that’s the reason you tried encouraging comments last term.

Hey, you try convincing a pack of super-powered teenagers that they still need math.

Thaaat’s actually not a bad idea. *looks thoughtful* I could try incorporating it into my next lesson plan.

Also, that’s a trick question, the Brotherhood are both idiots and douchebags.

Look, you gotta throw the kids a few curveballs or they’ll get complacent.

*sighs* I guess so. *close inspects the paper in his hand* Oh come on, parabolas do not have nipples.

Grading

*narrows his eyes*

So that’s the reason you tried encouraging comments last term.

Hey, you try convincing a pack of super-powered teenagers that they still need math.

Thaaat's actually not a bad idea. *looks thoughtful* I could try incorporating it into my next lesson plan.

Also, that's a trick question, the Brotherhood are both idiots and douchebags.

Grading

*Quentin cackles to himself, as he’d told Broo that Bobby would welcome the extra work*

Hard luck, teacher of the year.

*he riffles through the pages in front of him*

And Hermann was never really my friend. He was more like the muscle. I actually kicked him out of the Omega Gang last year.

Was it because of his eyes? I bet it was because of his eyes.

The eyes, and the constant pornographic fantasies about various female celebrities.

*Quentin sticks out his tongue and marks a big red X next to Iara’s answer of ‘who fucking cares’*

*horrified* Oh, gross. Uh, my condolences.

*peels off a gold star sticker and applies it to a paper* There’s an A plus, and… *applies a green moon to the next* C plus. *red square* Also C plus.

Yeah, it was that or psychically castrate him and honestly, the sex drive of a sixteen year old pile of sentient paraffin is something I don’t wanna touch.

*pops his head up*

Wait, are we supposed to be awarding stickers?

Uh, gold stars if they score above 98. Only like three of them.

The others don’t actually mean anything, I’m just hoping it’ll foster a false sense of competition. Only way they’ll actually do anything.

*narrows his eyes*

So that’s the reason you tried encouraging comments last term.

Hey, you try convincing a pack of super-powered teenagers that they still need math.

Grading

*Quentin cackles to himself, as he’d told Broo that Bobby would welcome the extra work*

Hard luck, teacher of the year.

*he riffles through the pages in front of him*

And Hermann was never really my friend. He was more like the muscle. I actually kicked him out of the Omega Gang last year.

Was it because of his eyes? I bet it was because of his eyes.

The eyes, and the constant pornographic fantasies about various female celebrities.

*Quentin sticks out his tongue and marks a big red X next to Iara’s answer of ‘who fucking cares’*

*horrified* Oh, gross. Uh, my condolences.

*peels off a gold star sticker and applies it to a paper* There’s an A plus, and… *applies a green moon to the next* C plus. *red square* Also C plus.

Yeah, it was that or psychically castrate him and honestly, the sex drive of a sixteen year old pile of sentient paraffin is something I don’t wanna touch.

*pops his head up*

Wait, are we supposed to be awarding stickers?

Uh, gold stars if they score above 98. Only like three of them.

The others don't actually mean anything, I'm just hoping it'll foster a false sense of competition. Only way they'll actually do anything.

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Grading

*Quentin cackles to himself, as he’d told Broo that Bobby would welcome the extra work*

Hard luck, teacher of the year.

*he riffles through the pages in front of him*

And Hermann was never really my friend. He was more like the muscle. I actually kicked him out of the Omega Gang last year.

Was it because of his eyes? I bet it was because of his eyes.

The eyes, and the constant pornographic fantasies about various female celebrities.

*Quentin sticks out his tongue and marks a big red X next to Iara’s answer of ‘who fucking cares’*

*horrified* Oh, gross. Uh, my condolences.

*peels off a gold star sticker and applies it to a paper* There's an A plus, and... *applies a green moon to the next* C plus. *red square* Also C plus.

Grading

*It’s an average Tuesday afternoon for Bobby Drake, and he’s doing the usual: grading papers to get them out of the way, half-heartedly marking off answers and awarding the occasional gold star.*

*he’s in his office chair, feet propped on the desk, and he crumples a paper and tosses in the wastebasket.*

Okay, I don’t even wanna look at that one anymore. Tell Herman he’s gotta do it again, I think he’s somehow made up numbers.

*Quentin, shivering in his parka and woolly hat, looks up from the pile he’s been attending to*

Tell him yourself, the last time I tried to get him to do anything he set himself on fire and ran after a school bus.

*he looks down at his own pile and rubs his eyes under his glasses, before writing not even anatomically correct, Keller next to a diagram Hellion’s added to his work*

*dramatic sigh* Fine. I thought you were like some kind of buddies with him.

*he picks up a paper off the pile on the desk, it’s actually several stapled together; he flips to the back pages and makes a face*

Oh come on, I didn’t even assign these. Do I need a sign? No extra credit? That’s more work.

*Quentin cackles to himself, as he’d told Broo that Bobby would welcome the extra work*

Hard luck, teacher of the year.

*he riffles through the pages in front of him*

And Hermann was never really my friend. He was more like the muscle. I actually kicked him out of the Omega Gang last year.

Was it because of his eyes? I bet it was because of his eyes.

Grading

*It’s an average Tuesday afternoon for Bobby Drake, and he’s doing the usual: grading papers to get them out of the way, half-heartedly marking off answers and awarding the occasional gold star.*

*he’s in his office chair, feet propped on the desk, and he crumples a paper and tosses in the wastebasket.*

Okay, I don’t even wanna look at that one anymore. Tell Herman he’s gotta do it again, I think he’s somehow made up numbers.

*Quentin, shivering in his parka and woolly hat, looks up from the pile he’s been attending to*

Tell him yourself, the last time I tried to get him to do anything he set himself on fire and ran after a school bus.

*he looks down at his own pile and rubs his eyes under his glasses, before writing not even anatomically correct, Keller next to a diagram Hellion’s added to his work*

*dramatic sigh* Fine. I thought you were like some kind of buddies with him.

*he picks up a paper off the pile on the desk, it's actually several stapled together; he flips to the back pages and makes a face*

Oh come on, I didn't even assign these. Do I need a sign? No extra credit? That's more work.

#marvel age rp #omegaquire

Grading

*It's an average Tuesday afternoon for Bobby Drake, and he's doing the usual: grading papers to get them out of the way, half-heartedly marking off answers and awarding the occasional gold star.*

*he's in his office chair, feet propped on the desk, and he crumples a paper and tosses it in the wastebasket.*

Okay, I don't even wanna look at that one anymore. Tell Herman he's gotta do it again, I think he's somehow made up numbers.

imagine gamma

*smiling, she rolls her eyes. Gives him a shove in the arm.*

Get back out there, Icedork.

*steps back a bit.* See you on the field! *Beams mischievously and sinks out of sight.*

*up at Bobby* YOU’D MELT, ICE CUBE.

*punches the fortress*

Stupid ice, stupid cold, god you both suck.

Yeah, okay, Beluga. No, seriously, what are you going to do?

*stares up at Bobby all narrow shark eyed*

*punches the fortress while going :|*

Idiiiiiiie, please help me dismantle Professor Drake’s Fortress of Jerkitude.

idiefullofsin

Okay! *she vaults over her ice-wall, catching up to the fortress*

Step back a little! *she takes what heat is left in the area and burns a large area of the fortress wall*

*the ice is thick enough that she’s not gotten through it, but the wall is significantly weakened*

*from behind Iara and Idie. Tosses a snowball.*

Rule one of combat: always be aware of your surroundings.

…And yes I did jump into this fight by getting hit by a giant snowball that I was in no way prepared for but, you know, do as I say and not as I do.

—Gggh! *gets pelted with the snowball*

*gives Kitty a narrow shark eyed look*

Oooh no, I’m not letting you distract me, Professor. He called me whiny and that will not stand.

*leans over the parapet and calls out to her* Kit? What are they doing? I can't actually see them but it sounds bad.

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imagine gamma

*VERY LOUDLY*

Turn away, kids! Teachers are going to have special adult time now! Except for me!

*looks to the side*

That’s totally cool, I promise! You can be single and still sexy, OK, boys and girls?

Trying to get a kiss in the middle of a warzone. I think your priorities might be a little bit off.

Come here, walking wounded.

Steady, soldier. *play holds him steady and then stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

Also, as they kiss, goes intangible and floats them down through the ceiling back to the top level of the ice fortress.*

Feeling any better?

*lays on the cold ground for another few seconds then goes :|*

Right.

*stands up, shedding her hat, bandana, scarf, and gloves and goes shark, charging the ice palace and starting to pull it apart*

I’m from Brazil! It never gets this cold! Now get buried in your own hubris and ice, Professor Jerkface!

*in her excitement she bites the palace, then spits it out*

Ohmygodcold bleh.

*to Kitty, with a dumb dorky grin* Hey, it worked, didn’t it? *stretches out* Much better.

*loudly down the fortress to Iara* BRAZIL’S FOR THE WEAK, THEN.

I’m not sure what you’re trying to accomplish, Great White!

*smiling, she rolls her eyes. Gives him a shove in the arm.*

Get back out there, Icedork.

*steps back a bit.* See you on the field! *Beams mischievously and sinks out of sight.*

*up at Bobby* YOU’D MELT, ICE CUBE.

*punches the fortress*

Stupid ice, stupid cold, god you both suck.

Yeah, okay, Beluga. No, seriously, what are you going to do?

imagine gamma

*VERY LOUDLY*

Turn away, kids! Teachers are going to have special adult time now! Except for me!

*looks to the side*

That’s totally cool, I promise! You can be single and still sexy, OK, boys and girls?

Trying to get a kiss in the middle of a warzone. I think your priorities might be a little bit off.

Come here, walking wounded.

Steady, soldier. *play holds him steady and then stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

Also, as they kiss, goes intangible and floats them down through the ceiling back to the top level of the ice fortress.*

Feeling any better?

*lays on the cold ground for another few seconds then goes :|*

Right.

*stands up, shedding her hat, bandana, scarf, and gloves and goes shark, charging the ice palace and starting to pull it apart*

I’m from Brazil! It never gets this cold! Now get buried in your own hubris and ice, Professor Jerkface!

*in her excitement she bites the palace, then spits it out*

Ohmygodcold bleh.

*to Kitty, with a dumb dorky grin* Hey, it worked, didn't it? *stretches out* Much better.

*loudly down the fortress to Iara* BRAZIL'S FOR THE WEAK, THEN.

I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish, Great White!

imagine gamma

You see!

*standing on the roof of the ice fortress, overlooking Bobby and Jen. Her arms are full of snowballs.*

The kids are cold and the staff is having a snowball fight with them. This is bordering on cruelty. And for that, as headmistress I say, you must be penalized. *throws out her arms dropping all the snowballs on them.*

*is hit with snowballs, but doesn’t really notice*

Aw come on, Kit, we’re just having fun. The shark kid’s just whiny.

(think quick, Jen, use your instincts)

*throws Bobby at Kitty*

Instincts bad.

*from her place on the ground, Iara puts up one hand and yells:*

I’m not whiny! Professor Popsicle is!

Yeah, I’m not the one complaining about a piddly 20 degrees!

*is then thrown by Jen* Wait, WHAT—KITI’MSORRY

*gives a smirky look with furrowed brows down at the two.* I know that you’re playing. If I were really angry, do you think I’d be throw- AH! *she kind of curls up in a ball while standing on one foot (how is that going to help AT ALL?) and goes intangible. Bobby flies on through her.

Goes tangible and immediately turns to him, now concerned.* Are you okay?!

*flies through Kitty, hitting a parapet, it only sustaining minor damage*

*gets up somewhat wobbly, though it's more for show than anything*

Uh. M'fine. I may need a kiss to make it better.

imagine gamma

You see!

*standing on the roof of the ice fortress, overlooking Bobby and Jen. Her arms are full of snowballs.*

*is hit with snowballs, but doesn’t really notice*

Aw come on, Kit, we’re just having fun. The shark kid’s just whiny.

(think quick, Jen, use your instincts)

*throws Bobby at Kitty*

Instincts bad.

*from her place on the ground, Iara puts up one hand and yells:*

I’m not whiny! Professor Popsicle is!

Yeah, I'm not the one complaining about a piddly 20 degrees!

*is then thrown by Jen* Wait, WHAT--KITI'MSORRY

imagine gamma

*caught off-guard she’s hit by the huge snowball and bowled over. She clears off her face and stares blankly with wide eyes for a second. The only thought she has is ‘holy crap this is cold’ until she hears the others talking to her.

She smiles but something about it seems dangerous. And her eyes shine with ~something~.*

Oh! I’m in this?! *points at herself and then at the fight in general.*

I’m playing? *though it sounds less like a question and she nods along with it.* Okay. Sure. Cool. *she is slowly sinking into the ground.

*at Bobby’s offer.* Oh I’ll be right there, sweetie. *gives a wink. She’s gone.

Enter Snow Assassin Kitty.*

Oh my god, Bobby. I don’t think she’s on our side. I’m not sure she’s on our side. Do you think she’s doing some kind of a…ninja thing where she’s going to just come at me I DIDN’T MEAN THAT SNOWBALL MIZ PRYDE I SWEAR IT WAS REFLEX!

*throws more snow out into the courtyard, in Idie’s general direction*

idiefullofsin

*still melts snow* Iara, come over here!

*starts building her own ice fort, but it’s much smaller and more primitive than Bobby’s*

Greenie and Snowman are on the offensive! Hit the deck, Idie!

*throws a paltry snowball at Jen as she moves closer to Idie; she doesn’t make it without getting pelted with several snowballs*

Aaaah—ahh-aaaah—*falls to the ground*—oof!

I’m cold! This game suuuuuucks. *flops on the ground* Why does snow have to be cold? Idie, you make ice, make winter stop being cold.

idiefullofsin

If I do that, everything’ll melt and then we don’t have anything to throw.

*having built a rudimentary wall for them to take cover, she starts forming her snowballs and throwing them*

You see!

*standing on the roof of the ice fortress, overlooking Bobby and Jen. Her arms are full of snowballs.*

*is hit with snowballs, but doesn't really notice*

Aw come on, Kit, we're just having fun. The shark kid's just whiny.

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imagine gamma

*Kitty seems to be arriving back from a meeting. She seems calm and nonchalant until she sees-…well, everything going on on the lawn.

She kind of stops in her tracks, looking pretty confused, and trying to take note of everything there. There is a lot happening. There is an elaborate ice palace on the lawn.

…Looks down to check her watch to at least make sure that it’s after class hours and no one’s cutting out.

Okay good at least there’s that.*

Kitteh!! *throws the giant snowball at her*

*leans over the parapet*

That was reflex, you are welcome on our side, to teach these evil children a good lesson with frozen water.

Evil?!

*throws another snowball, trying to get Jen while she’s leaning over the parapet*

She was the one who started the swearing and threw an avalancheball at me. This is all self defense! We’re innocent bystanders. Completely innocent.

*has abandoned his ice-cannon for some kind of ice-machine-gun, rapidly firing smallish snowballs*

Innocent, right. *rolls eyes*

*sudden, big, stupid dork grin* HEY KIT! Come on, you can be the Ice Fortress Queen, or something.

imagine gamma

*standing against a parapet of his admittedly impressive ice-fortress, he aims his new ice-cannon at some child or another*

*no bobby don’t okay it’s Jen*

That’s Bobby! *fires a snowball about the size of a bowling ball*

*yells up at him* OK, Elsa!

*bangs on the ice wall of the fortress* Remember, we’re on the same team here!

*smiles a bit smugly from behind Idie, patting her on the shoulder*

You are my favorite, Idie. You got it, one whole week.

Sides? No one told me about sides!

*reaims the cannon at Iara and Idie, who melts the projectile again*

Idie, that is CHEATING.

This is why I told you I’d throw Iceman at you! *makes another giant snowball* Bobby, she has fire AND ice powers! How am I supposed to deal with that? HOW, Bobby? *punches a hold win the wall, climbs onto the parapet*

*bends down, making a medium sized, and oddly shaped, snowball*

Eat winter, teacher! This is for the avalancheball!

*throws the snowball at the back of Jen’s head*

*doesn't really look, but raises an ice-wall in front of Jen*

Look, if she gets cold enough, she can't do it anymore. Though she might die. ...Let's not do that.