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How to make an instructor with a mustache quit~
Topic Started: Nov 11 2008, 04:08 AM (276 Views)
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(mm, this is an RP M eryl and I did through email.)

"No! Hold it like this!" the teacher screeched. Chamomile has mentally dubbed him Mr.Mustauche 1. because of his obnoxiously large mustauche and 2. because his actual name was far to long and annoying to remember and they only had him once every other week anyways so it's not like she'd see him that often. It just so happened that, today, Mr.Mustauche was rather grumpy and, therefore, being more of a perfectionist with his students than normal, yelling at them pratically every time they moved.
The princess flicked her lavender-colored hair over her shoulder and flicked her wrist as she corrected her stand, making the thin practice sword whip through the air.
Basil cast a look over at his sister, letting Mr.Mustauche fuss over his stance, Chamomile caught his eye and flashed him a sympathetic glance before looking forward and tightening her hold on the practice sword as the instructor abandoned Basil and tottered over to her.
Mr.Mustauche stood in front of her and then, with a sharp flick of his hand, suddenly hit the princess on her forehead. It didn't hurt but it was sudden and Chamomile blinked suddenly "Don't lower your hand!" he snapped, grabbing her elbow and raising it so that she had to cross her eyes to see the thin line of the blade. Mr.Mustauche started pacing back and forth "Keep your guard up! Someone will..." he struck Basil on the head this time "strike you while you're not looking!"

"What are you doing sitting around?! I thought you had made some friends! Go play with them!" his father yelled, forcing him out of the house and onto the porch. "It's not that easy," he muttered, the door closing in his face. 'Might as well go see them though. They did say I could come whenever I liked.' He made his way to the palace and told them that he was a friend of the prince and princess. "The prince and princess are in the middle of a lesson. It'd be best if you didn't disturb them," one of the guards announced. "I just want to watch. Let me in." He pushed his way past the guards and when they didn't follow, he went to see this lesson. He found himself in the courtyard where a man with an insanely large mustache was shouting at two figures. He established them to be Basil and Chamomile and they both didn't look all too happy. When the man hit them both in the forehead, he figured he had ot save them somehow. "Hey, Mustache!, Mind if I interrupt?" Short, but it might work.

"Clovis!" Chamomile turned around, her face lighting up -- yes! Salvation! The first time they'd seen someone all morning (or close to all morning) besides Mr.Mustauche!
Basil turned around and grinned at his friend "Hey" he greeted him, raising a hand in hello and earning himself a strike on the head "No distractions!" the instructor snapped "and what do you want, young man?" he asked, hitting Chamomile as well as he passed the twins to stand a few feet before Clovis.
Chamomile stuck out her toungue at Mr.Mustache as he turned his back on them.
Ouch, that looked like it hurt. "I was wondering what Chamomile and Basil were doing today. it doesn't seem like they're learning much here, so how about I take them off your hands?"

Basil waved to Clovis from behind Mr.Mustache amd mouthed "DISTRACT HIM", grabbed Chamomile's hand, and they ran to climb over the garden fence.

Distract him?! Oh no, he's looking in that direction. "Uh, hey, you didn't say anything. It's polite to answer people when they talk to you. And you look like an upstanding man. Men like you are polite, right?" Great, now he was spouting off whatever came ot mind. Hopefully it didn't sound too stupid...

Chamomile was always skeptical about climbing things mainly because she normally wore dresses and it isn't the best thing when climbing to high places. Basil, however, scrambled right over the fence and Chamomile had no choice but to follow him. They dropped down on the other side of the garden wall in a coutyard which was, still, part of the palace grounds.

"What? Are you saying I'm not being polite? Why I...Wait, where'd they go?! Hey, come back here!" Clovis took that moment ot escape himself. Luckily, the twins were fast and got away quickly, and he didn't have to say anything more to the man. Ah, he was following him. He had to lose him. After going through the courtyard twice, around the palace, over a wall, around a hadge, he had lost him. 'He's quick. He's probably an old man. It takes years to grow sa mustache like that. Now where did Chamomile and Basil go?'

Brushing herself off, suddenly, Chamomile heard Basil yell "Hey Clovis!" only to look up and see Clovis run right in front of them, not noticing that they were there.
"Clovis!" Chamomile added to Basil's call as she stood up straight and smoothed down her hair, realising that she still had her sword in hand.
He heard his name and turned. Basil and Chamomile were standing a few feet away and he hadn't notice. "I think I lost Old Mustache. Now what?"

"Hey, I still have my sword" Chamomile's voice suprised Basil as he opened his palm and realised that he also had his, wondering what he was going to do with it now that he ditched class.

Clovis looked at the swords in their hands. "It's not much use without lessons and a teacher and something tells me you don't like that one. Can you get the king to fire this one and find a new one?"

Chamomile and Basil looked at each other "Uh, no, I don't think so" Chamomile grinned, then laughed. Basil shrugged "Unless, of course, he quits". Chamomile's face lit up "Oh my god, that'd be the best!" she exclaimed
Chamomile suddenly snapped her fingers "We should get him to quit, or get him fired, or something! Let's do that! Today! Right now! I'm sure he's still here, probably looking for us!"

Clovis's eyes lit up. "When it comes to making people quit, I'm pretty good. Let's see what we can do. What makes him tick the most?"

Chamomile leaned back on the hedge "I dunno" she said, thinking. Basil added "I'm sure he'd be mad if we ripped off that obnoxious mustache of his" Chamomile suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Basil in the he's-got-a-point sort of way "I know! It's so big and ugly! I've never seen anything like that!" she laughed, suddenly falling into the hedge and getting twigs in her hair "Ah!" she screamed, sitting up and frowning, distressed with the number of scratches she'd received

"Ah, you okay?" Clovis helped her to her feet. "You're right about the mustache. If only we could make him go to sleep....I think I saw a spell like that in this textbook.. If we have a knife or something else sharp, we can cut it off while he's asleep. Oh, how about the swords? It's only fitting that the sword teacher in sabotaged by the weapon he teaches. Now, I wonder if I remember it..." He searched his memory base for that specific spell. When he found it, it seemed complicated, but it was worth a shot. "Okay, so I guess I do remember it. Now we just have to find him." Speaking of a devil with a mustache, the man just turned the corner. He quickly chanted the spell and the man fell to the floor asleep. "Does that work? It might not hold for long."

Chamomile completely ignored that Clovis was doing and saying, instead, picking the pulling the twigs out of her hair and uttering small healing spells to cure her scratches. Basil stood there, in between the two, and watched them both.

Okay, they weren't doing anything. And the spell wore off quickly, so that wasn't very good. And now he was trying to chase them, but he looked almost like he was drunk. Maybe it was an after effect of the spell. He didn't know, but it didn't look like the man was going to catch them.

Chamomile was walking forward, curing her scratches, and all of the sudden stepped on the "drunken" man's shoe. Suprised, she yelped and swished her sword, striking the practice sword to the instructor's face. "Whoops" she said as the man tubled down onto his back.
Basil watched this scene passively.

A dark, hairy thing flew towards Clovis after Chamomile slashed at Old Mustache. He jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit by whatever it was. He looked at it and then at the man. "Those practice swords are pretty sharp. It seems that you just sliced off over half of the guy's mustache on accident." The man shook his head and stood up. He seemed sober now. He rubbed under his nose and found something missing. It seemed like half of it wasn't there. He pulled out a pocket mirror he kept solely for the purpose of his mustache and looked at his upper lip. His mustache was almost gone! "No! My mustache!" he yelled, looking at the kids. "You all did this, didn't you?! I knew you all were troublemakers! I refuse to have anything to do with the people that destroyed a life's worth of work, even if the pay is good! Tell the king that I quit!" He stormed off, earning a few snickers from the patrolling guards. 'Obviously he takes great pride in that mustache,' Clovis thought.

"No! My mustache!" Chamomile and Basil looked at each other, the distress on his face, the tone of his voice-- it was too funny! They burst out laughing, so much that they barely heard the rest of his words. "Tell the king I quit!" suddenly, the twin's heads snapped up "You do?!" they chimed together, following him as he stormed off "You really truly mean that?" Chamomile asked "Even if we're the prince and princess? Even if you're paid higher than anyone else with this job!" she asked, desperate for an answer, her pratice sword swishing through the air and missing the remains of his mustauche by inches

"Of course you annoying troublemakers! Now watch where you point that thing! Agh, you're cutting off more hair!" Really, it was only around a millimeter, but to him it mattered a lot.

"Awesome!" Basil cheered as they followed him down the hallway "That's so great!" the prince continued "Maybe you can be a barber, you like hair, right?" Chamomile pelted the man with questions which I don't feel like actually typing, both of them grinning ear-to-ear.
"GO AWAY!" the man suddenly bellowed, stomping off in a manner that prevented the twins from following

Clovis snickered behind them, earning a final glare from Half-Stache before he went out of sight. Hopefully, they'd gotten rid of the man, and the mustahce, for good. "Well that was fun. Now, who wants to tell the king?"

Chamomile turned around to Clovis, giggling "let's let him find out by himself" she smiled. Basil threw a glance up at the wide sky and then, at his friends "So, what now?" he asked
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