I12DT: Among the Roses

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 9:49 am

Ozzie and his nearly ever-present hat were stopping to smell the roses, or perhaps critique them as he wasn't literally sniffing them. It was more like a staring contest he couldn't possibly win. The slightly trampled flower he was frowning at then began to visibly recover, and rapidly at that.

"That's right lass, pick yourself up. You'll be alright now," he said to the rose.

by **Wayne Cole** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:18 pm

"And what the fuck are YOU supposed to be doing?" said the boy who had been watching him.

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:57 pm

"Fixing the damage done by either some clumsy student or a rather sorry excuse for a supervillain," he answered, seeming to ignore the insulting attitude altogether.

by **Wayne Cole** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 4:17 pm

"Damage? It's a bleedin' flower, mate."

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 7:17 pm

"It may not have any sort of brain to speak of, but it is still a beautiful living thing to be respected."

by **Wayne Cole** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:51 pm

"You mental?"

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:53 pm

"No. I'm a botanist."

by **Wayne Cole** » Tue Jul 09, 2013 9:33 pm

"A bloody weed's a bloody weed. DOn't waste your time, Mac."

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 9:52 am

"I'm going to choose to ignore that ye called a rose a bloody weed and my vocation a waste of time," he responded.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 2:45 pm

"Good. Self-denial'll do you well in the long run."

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 3:39 pm

"You're a real bucket of sunshine aren't ye laddie?" he smirked.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 5:31 pm

"Yeah. Or somethin' else that'll give off light."

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 7:21 pm

"Always spouting fire eh?" he laughed.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:20 pm

"You doubt me, old timer?"

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:35 pm

I'm not old!

"Oh of course not, the ladies on the other hand..." he smirked impishly as something behind Wayne made a rustling sound.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:37 pm

"You into that kinky shite? Pervy old nonce."

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:42 pm

Something tapped Wayne on the shoulder.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:45 pm

Wayne whirled.

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 10:56 am

The rose bush behind Wayne has sprouted thorny vines, arranging themselves into a rather cross stick figure with a grimace of thorny teeth. That had tapped him.

by **Wayne Cole** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:58 pm

"Bloody fuckin' el!" Wayne said, taking a step back...

...and then hauling off and punching Ozzie in the face.

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 3:08 pm

Ozzie didn't see that coming one bit, and stumbled back from the hit holding his face while muttering something incomprehensible.

"Bloody hell... It was just a joke you little devil!"

by **Wayne Cole** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 3:10 pm

"Piss off, you plonker. What the 'ells the big idea? You want me to bust your nose again?"

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 3:17 pm

"I see lessons in respect not at the end of a paddle are lost on ye," he responded coldly, "Now begone before I send you to detention for even longer than I already will you ignorant little piker."

by **Wayne Cole** » Thu Jul 11, 2013 3:20 pm

"Oi, detention. I'm so incredibly frightened. Take your poxy punishments and stick 'em up your arse."

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:19 pm

A feminine voice came from behind Wayne. "Mister Cole, I believe you're supposed to be in Power Control right now."

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:20 pm

"And yer sapposed to be goin' and fuckin' yourself, but it's a day for all sorts of surprises, in'it?"

by **Ozzie McClanahan** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:25 pm

Oh thank bloody God.

"Ah Miss Romanov, marvelous timing. Though perhaps before he socked me in the nose would have been a touch better."

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:27 pm

She glanced towards Ozzie, just to make sure he was okay and then leveled her full attention back on Wayne. "Well, the expectation was for Mister Cole to be in his class at this time, not out punching teachers. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mister Cole. Unlike the professors, I don't get paid to play nice so I would think very hard before you choose the latter."

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:46 pm

"You gonna run me in, copper?"

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:48 pm

"If you mean am I going to escort you to your class, then yes, that's what I will do."

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 7:50 pm

"Piss off, you old bag," Wayne said, turning to walk away.

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:05 pm

The air around Wayne began to get very cold. "You'd best rethink this before we end up playing 'Hot and Cold'."

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:09 pm

"I prefer slip and slide," Wayne said, dashing off, leaving a trail of slippery, frictionless ground behind him.

The idea, at least, was for Natalya to end up falling on her ass. It worked on regular police officers, anyway.

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:11 pm

The ground in front of Wayne suddenly froze solid, ice coating everything immediately in front of him.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:22 pm

Wayne slipped, for a moment, but hey, friction is what he DID, and Natlaya was going to have to do better than that. At LEAST her B- game.

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:28 pm

That's when the ice began grabbing at him. Icy hands began reaching for anything they could get a hold of. "I will not hesitate to walk you to class in a cube of ice, Mister Cole."

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:36 pm

"Bloody hell! Get these bloody things off of me, slag!"

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:40 pm

"Are you going to class under your own power... or under mine?" She smirked, not having moved from her spot yet.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:43 pm

"Fuck you."

by **Natalya Romanov** » Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:49 pm

The ice began to build upwards, more in an attempt to trap and restrain him than turn him into a popsicle. "My power it is then."

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