[BBS/ Action]

[om_nom_namur]

[BBS]

Tuesday/thursday morning biology 101 students i got your tests graded and im working on your papers. Ha! You guys are funny. Did good on your tests but youre papers suck. Seriously yall need to come talk to me or instructor enpecee cuz i dont think a single one of yalls got a damn clue what we been talking about. Aint got an office tho so im set up here on the beach. Bring something to drink and something to write with and we'll get ya up to speed.

[Action]

[As promised in the BBS post, Namur can be found chilling in a big hammock strung up between two trees. The papers he's in the process of grading are piled in a folder with a rock dropped on top to keep them from blowing away, the ones already graded in a similar folder. He's got his laptop and a couple text books in the hammock with him, one he's using as a hard backing to write on, a few bright red pens scattered over the lot, and a couple of water bottles in a pile at the foot of one of the trees. Yes, he's wearing the shades Thatch gave him for his birthday. Do feel free to come and bother him for fish caught in a net puns whatever reason. He'll appreciate it.]

Comments

[fionna_time]

Does everyone you teach learn to nudge it on the first try?

[Ok, she was pouting. She wanted to do this, sure, but it required a lot of sitting down and not doing anything else, not to mention she had thought she was feeling something, only to get shot down. Now she was getting slightly restless.]

[om_nom_namur]

Nope. No one does. Cuz it takes effort. Got t' keep at it for weeks, or months, or however long it takes y'. It goes off yer willpower. Got t' have 'nuff will t' master yerself first. Y' went what, ten minutes? Ain't my fault y' can't make yerself sit still.

[Namur's expression turns mischievous.]

Maybe y' jus' don't want it 'nuff t' keep at it.

[fionna_time]

[And now you get the withering look of a lifetime. It's somewhere between a glower and a troll face, but either way, you knew just what to say to get Fionna miffed].

I got plenty of effort guy! I didn't become a hero by punkin' out! If I gotta stay here and concentrate, I'm gonna do it!

[And now she say cross legged, looking cross].

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh Lord of the Sea that expression is priceless. It takes a lot of Namur's will to keep himself from chuckling, but he does let himself grin like a devil.]

Get on it then, Squirt. Bet y' couldn't even sit still long 'nuff for me t' grade this dumbass's paper.

[fionna_time]

Now you're just sayin' that so I'll be quiet while you grade your paper.

[It's working though, if only because Fionna had this to prove. She closed her eyes and focused. If she had to do anything, she figured she would concentrate on Namur. She moved away far enough from him and close her eyes. She breathed in, then out again, trying to center again].

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur knows he's about as subtle as a fin-slap from an Island Whale, which is why it's so funny when his manipulating actually works. When she scampers off a little ways he takes a deep breath and flips to the first page of the paper again, working to get himself in the right frame of mind to read, understand, and analyze what it says.]

[fionna_time]

[She knew exactly what he was doing, but at the same time, Fionna also felt she had a responsibility in attempting this in the first place. She was motionless, quiet, and was already beginning to see how hard this was to do. It wasn't just standing still, but also sensing without looking or hearing. She sighed quietly, lost in thought].

[om_nom_namur]

[After grading an entire paper without Fionna making a peep, Namur has to admit he's impressed. He didn't think she had it in her. He grabs a second, since he's on a roll, and after that one's done, he stretches and begins gathering up his things.]

Tide's comin' in. Y' done good. I'll have Thatch or Marco write y' up some info 'bout haki, since they know how t' teach it better'n me. Lot a ways I'm still learnin' 'bout it myself.

[He pats the top of her head as he walks past.]

Come on.

[fionna_time]

[Fionna grunts, but she figured she was not going to be advancing much after this, so she leapt to her feet, dusting off her knees].

I'll do it, man. You'll see.

[om_nom_namur]

[He grins, letting his teeth show.]

Sheheheh! Bettin' y' will. Wouldn't a said nothin' if I didn't think y' could do it.

Smolt. [Namur grabs the bunny ears of her hat, pulls it over and off of her head, then runs.]

[fionna_time]

Well I know I can d-HEY!

[Ok man, that was just wrong! Do you have any idea what a chore it is to get ALL that hair back in her hat?!]

I'll gonna cook you for dinner Namur!

[om_nom_namur]

[He laughs wildly, heading for Balamb's outer wall, then happens to glance behind to see how quickly she's following, and-]

Holy shit! Where the hell'd all that come from?

[-SMACK! The wall was a lot closer than he thought.]

ow-

[fionna_time]

[You could day a lot about Fionna, but calling her slow when she was determined was not one of them. When she saw him hit the all, she let out a snicker, than walked over, grabbed her hat, and brought up a hand to help him up.]

That was pretty stupid Namur.

[om_nom_namur]

[At first he just moans, sprawled out on his back with his fin squished to one side. It's not comfortable, but at least the cartilage won't break. Then he blinks, her hand above him finally coming into focus. He takes it, and if Fionna finds the pebbly skin and smooth webbing that wraps around her thumb strange he won't notice. Namur uses her hand as a steady point in a spinning world and leverages himself up to sitting, then puts his hands on the sides of his head.]

Done it on purpose. So y' wouldn't feel outclassed.

[fionna_time]

[Fionna just laughs. No, the skin doesn't bother her at all-typical Fionna, she thinks all of that is cool, and is actually running her hand on it a moment as she helps him up].

Oh whatever man! No one would be so nice that they would run into a wall!

[om_nom_namur]

[flrasidj]

[Well that got his attention. He peers at her for a second, then shakes his head. Naw, she probably just thought it was weird. Like how spawn always poke a sea slug first time they see one.]

Callin' me a liar?

[fionna_time]

[Fionna comes from the land of Ooo, it is HARD to find something that she would look a and say "hat's weird" to].

Yeah! A liar who steals hats and runs into walls!

[om_nom_namur]

Oh yeah? Well.

[Insert something witty here, dude. Quick cuz she's probably catching on to the pause. But Namur's head is still throbbing a little from unexpectedly clocking himself at full speed, and his shoulder's following suit.]

Damn. I got nothin'.

[He runs his hands over his head again to check for signs of actual damage, checks his shoulder, stretches it, and decides he's fine. Time to get up, headache or no.]

[fionna_time]

Don't hit the wall so hard next time dude, you had me worried! Didn't want you to hurt yourself!

[She looked down at his hands, still fascinated].

Cool.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur rolls his eyes, and slides the right arm sleeve up to his elbow. He holds his arm out in front of her.]

Poke away, Smolt. Get it out a yer system.

[There are faint traces of old scars here and there- mostly thin lines of pale white against the grey-blue. The skin itself is thick and knotted, like it was made of grains of fine sand without the grit.]

[fionna_time]

[Now that was worth waiting for].

WHOA man, you have some major kick butt scars! Check these out! What kinda stuff are you fighting?!

[Ok, maybe she MIGHT consider being a pirate if it meant getting those kinda mementos!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Those aren't even the cool ones, just old scrapes and probably once he fell off a box or something. Namur chuffs once, amused, but fixing her with a pointed stare.]

Humans.

[fionna_time]

[Fionna looked up from where she was looking].

What? Is that what they're like all the time?

[om_nom_namur]

Course they are. Y' see it here, too. Sure there's monsters an' shit but all this trainin' here ain't really 'bout them. Them monsters we fought at Tears' Point came cuz a some dumbass human. Bet y' we'll be havin' fights with Sol Invictus soon 'nuff. Most a them's goin' t' be human. Now Garden's free a Balamb, bet we'll have fights with some a the other countries, too. They ain't goin' t' be sending rexaurs at us, but other soldiers. Human soldiers.

[Namur shrugs, lowering his arm and sliding the sleeve back down to his wrist.]

Jus' how it is.

[fionna_time]

Hmmm. So...humans suck, basically?

[That seemed to be the reasoning here].

Maybe that's where there are no more where I'm from. What do you think they like causing all this trouble for?