Tales From Algernon's Amazing Archmagical Academy!

[DEFCON 1]

Seeing a person of authority holding a clipboard immediately puts Kieran into "game day" mode. He strides forward, pushing the other students out of his way, and moves up to the sweaty, little man.

'Kieran Salbrith. Left wing sweeper. Number 27.'

His face is forward and staring straight ahead as if he was in the military or something, and he stands at attention waiting to hear what he needs.

 

[Lazlow]

Fairbairn scribbles something on his clipboard. "Salbrith... Alright. Here you go." He reaches over out of view for a second, then hands a couple of small vials to Kieran. One of them contains a thick, milky, greenish liquid, while the other has a thin purplish fluid with bits of something floating around in it. "No doubt you recognize these, being a final-year student and all." He says this final word with a sardonic grin.

He waves Kieran off with an impatient hand. "Next!"

 

[Guest 11456]

Judyth Longbottom : Female Half-Orc Apprentice 3

Judith steps forward next.

"Judith Longbottom!"

 

[Lazlow]

Again Fairbairn scribbles on his clipboard. "Longbottom, Longbottom... Here you go." He hands her a rolled-up parchment and a vial which looks to contain the same thick, milky, greenish liquid as Kieran.

"Next!"

 

[Gray Shade]

Clipper fidgets and grimaces, knowing that old sweat-head will demand his real name. With an awkward clearing of the throat he steps up and leans foward, as if not looking at any of his companions will keep them from hearing, even though, they've all heard it before. "Grimbleed Eyestab Fuzzfoot," he says and curses his father in his head.

 

[Lazlow]

Fairbairn evidently cares not one whit about peculiar names as he scribbles on his clipboard once more. "Here you go, Fuzzfoot." He hands him a thin stick - but only after shaking it a bit and peering at it, finally shrugging and handing it over. He also gives him a vial with the same familiar greenish liquid.

"Next!"

 

[DEFCON 1]

Kieran glances over at the halfling when he's handed the stick and bottle.

'Heh heh... Fuzzfoot.'

 

[Eluvan]

Jem walks up distractedly, peering to try and see what magical items remain.

"Jem," he says simply, with a grin and a greedy look of anticipation.

 

[Gray Shade]

Clipper looks up at Kieran, points the stick he just received at him threateningly, and says, "It doesn't take a charge to poke your eye out with this thing . . . I don't think." He lowers the wand and looks at it more closely trying to figure out what it does and how to activate it. He also looks closely at the potion. Uncorking it and sniffing it if need be to figure it out.

 

[Lazlow]

Fairbairn looks on his clipboard, flips over a few pages, sighs loudly, then glares at Jem. "Jim? Gem? Gym? Zhemm? Please, you'll have to be a bit more specific. Full name, please." He eyes the student impatiently.