Potions class

[degeneratewolfe]

Valentine waited until what he'd judged was the last straggler to make their way in and shut the door. The dungeon classroom was, for the moment, brightly lit and students were paired up in front of cauldrons. There were a number of beanbags shoved off against one wall. "Why, hello," he said, waiting for whatever chatter was in the air to die

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[j_whitlock]

Venom flooded Jasper's mouth as he held the salvia mixture under his tongue, causing a very strange chemical reaction that actually began to dissolve the surface of his tongue. Which instantly healed, just to start dissolving anew each time.

Needless to say, it was an interesting and painful 15 minutes for him.

He spat the stuff back into his glass and watched with a vaguely amused expression as it then began dissolving the glass, faintly hissing and smoking as it did.

"Shall we forcefully remove the lurkers for Professor Wolfe?" he asked Victor, perfectly straight-faced. "The Baron may like it rough," he said airily, as though he didn't already know. Then he was smiling, clearly joking as well. "You'd probably just have to say hello and tell him what you are if you want him to leave. He has a... phobia of sorts of what he calls 'thinking machines'. You may qualify." It wasn't intended as an insult, and Victor usually seemed okay about being what he was, so Jasper hoped he wouldn't take offense. If anything, he considered Victor far more 'normal' than himself.

He took control of one of the measuring spoons with wandless magic, and sent it toward one of the others in parody of a sword fight.

[senorcyborg]

The comments about lurkers and the Baron liking it rough had Victor smiling too. In a weird way, he and Jasper had very similar senses of humor, and so he didn't take offense--but with anyone else, he may have. "A robophobe, seriously? I guess he must come from one of those futures where the machines revolt or whatever." Victor couldn't blame the machines, and wouldn't have much sympathy for anyone who thought machines were inherently evil. They were simply what they were made to be. Just because he could go against his original purpose didn't mean they were all so evolved.

He watched curiously as Jasper's glass was dissolving. "That's... pretty cool," he said in a hushed voice, looking at the vampire. "You really are toxic, huh?" He grinned and kept up with the magical spoon-fight. "And you're out in the day. You're really not like any vampires I've ever known." Since the vampires he'd known of from his own world had been, well, not great people.