#freddyia

[exuruhaiapotions]

freddy-ia

Fred licked his lips, the other still wasn’t being very friendly, but perhaps that was just how they communicated? “So you are in fact offering to help me? Okay, I’m listening” he would at least listen to what he wanted to do with Fred, if the solution was to turn him into a vampire like had been suggested by one choice faculty member in the past he would pass but he was always willing to listen.

He wasn’t ungrateful, but he didn’t want to burden someone if they didn’t want to help. But offering twice at least meant they intended to help and not just offer for posterity.

What a dunce, to be even the most polite about such dimwittedness. Though it was not vocalized, the agitation showed in the rather unamused expression of the warlock’s face. “If I hadn’t intended to help, no offer would have been made at all, I can assure you of that fact.” 

Uruha reached out and snatched the little potion bottle from the dunce and shook it lightly as if this were a matter of making a point. “You do realize, all species have weaknesses that are inherent by their genetic makeup? I can brew you potions and simple curses that threaten those weaknesses.” 

[hongbin-ia]

Hongbin & Fred | 02

Hongbin gazed down at his smart phone (which to him, wasn’t really that smart. Hongbin was much smarter.), where the time, date, and location of where Fred’s laboratory was. He was du to be there in just a minute, and luckily he was standing just outside the man’s door. Hongbin really couldn’t allow himself to b late. Fred would be most displeased, and his coding was telling Hongbin that he was not allowed to displease others. He frowned at the thought, trying to shake it away as his pale knuckles rapped against the door in a knock. “Fred?” Hongbin’s voice piped out; and despite knowing that he was in the correct location, he was beginning to doubt himself. Or maybe Fred gave him the wrong location. He waited outside the door, a little nervously. He wondered how Fred’s android was going. He wondered if this was even a good idea. Androids, by nature, were wretched, fateless creatures, weren’t they? They weren’t technically supposed to exist by the laws of nature. Yet here he was. He supposed, if Fred was going to make an android, Hongbin might as well look over him doing so, to make sure that the android wouldn’t suffer when she first woke. freddy-ia

[vitale-ia-blog]

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your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary ;; accepting

Out of all the teachers this one is definitely the most troublesome. The others I can avoid on the excuse I simply despise them. Which I do. Mostly. I prefer not to trouble myself with others who have hard exteriors. I find it repulsive to have to put up with annoying attitudes for supposed ‘friendship’. I lost the emotional capacity to put up with others a long time ago unless I was threatened with death or smitten. I digress.

This person, Freddy, they’re like that one family member who you don’t really know but feel some kind of obligation to for no logical reason besides blood. There’s also not much to dislike about them, they’re also a bit pathetic and weak so it’s not like you can just leave them to their fate. It’d be like leaving a butterfly in a spiders web.

I am highly against becoming attached to anyone but I can never seem to say no to anything unless it offends me or even avoid staff members like I want too. After all I need to be a nice good teacher which I habitually take too far for some god forsaken reason? I was only supposed to care about my students. So I’m fucked. I am more than likely going to care about this one. I think too much. I’m disgusted with myself which is the norm. I hate being a dead man.

[momoa-ia-blog]

The one legged Professor approaches the new member of faculty with a clickthunk from his prosthesis on the hard flooring. "I haven't seen you before. Are you a new member of faculty? I'm Professor Fred Fischbach" he said offering his hand in a very westernized greeting formality.

The strange sound of the man’s approach caught the Nightmarcher’s attention. “I am Jason Momoa, the new Battle Tactics teacher.” The phrase professor didn’t feel appropriate in regards to Jason. Contrary to his new profession, he wasn’t much of an academic. Glancing down at the offered hand, he subtly shook his head no. Rather than explaining his desire to preserve energy, he reached forward to let his fingers briefly pass through the man’s palm. “What battle took your leg?” He asked curiously. The man did not feel like a fighter, but he had only ever seen similar appendages on the soldiers he had encountered throughout his travels.

[thomas-ia]

Masterchef round 001 || Thomas’ Pancake cake!

Thomas swallows, the camera pointed at his face making him a little shy, he wrinkled his nose before clearing his throat and started to speak. “I’m Thomas and I come from England. My mom often made me work in the kitchen because I wasn’t very useful helping my dad. She taught me a lot about baking... because she didn’t really trust me with the fire... Today I am using a pan however!” He shrugged “I never set the house on fire however and what I am going to make today is my little sister’s favorite.” His face lit up as he continued “Whenever she got sad, I would make her a pancake cake. It would make her smile again!”

Thomas made a small sound as he could start. Rushing over to the sink to wash his hands, one, two, three, four, five. He added some extra soap and rinsed once more before drying his hands and getting started. “Okay, I need flour, milk... eggs..” He started grabbing the ingredients from the kitchen, collecting it as he ran around. Tripping as he grabbed the Sea salt but not spilling anything, just an extra bruise on his knee. What else was new, really. “Olive oil... chocolate... butter... WHERE IS THE BUTT- oh there it is. excuse me, yes thank you.” He maneuvered around someone else apologizing all the way as he now gathered hazelnuts, double cream, vanilla extract, caster sugar, strawberries and some raspberries. when the young witch finally got everything together he grinned. Fifteen minutes had passed, just 75 left. 

Grabbing a large bowl Thomas started mixing the flour, milk, three eggs and a tiny pinch of sea salt, as he put the flour in a large cloud of white appeared. Covering the witch in flour. Spluttering he wiped part of his face and then  running away from his counter and sneezing in a corner. Cursing he ran towards the water again and washed his hands again. “Okay, Thom, get it together. You made this a hundred times.” he mumbled as he continued mixing the batter into a smooth batter. 68 minutes left. 

Now the fun started, Thomas eyed the other people around him as he poured oil into the pan and started baking pancakes. Finally getting a little confidence as he smelled the familiar scent of sweet pancakes. exhaling the witch threw the pancake up into the air, catching it again and a laugh escaped as he put the pancake on the plate next to him. Baking the pancakes went okay, apart from one pancake that ended up on his head, causing the witch to yelp and fall down onto the ground. The pancake ended in the garbage bin and Thomas’ butt would hurt for a day or two. The witch was pretty satisfied. 55 minutes left. 

“Okay, now the chocolate...” he mumbled and put a pan with hot water on the fire, waiting for it to boil and then balancing a fireproof bowl on top of it. “Okay.. I have to add the chocolate.. some butter and a little bit of salt...” he bit his lower lip as he started to melt the chocolate. As that was warming up Thomas started to grind the nuts in a pestle and mortar. Adding some of those smashed nuts to the melted chocolate. Then he added some of the cream to the chocolate and mixed it together. The remaining cream and the vanilla were mixed together in a separate bowl. 

Now Thomas was going to build the cake, his hands were shaking a little, only 35 minutes left. The eyes of the young student reflected the light almost in a golden tone as he started to work on the cake. He grabbed a large, white, round plate and added some cream on the plate. And then placed the first pancake. He smeared some chocolate mixture on the pancake and then added a second pancake, added some chocolate mixture and added the next pancake. Then a layer of cream in between before going back to chocolate. 

After ten minutes he had stacked the pancakes perfectly. It looked delicious in his eyes and he licked his lips. He started to smooth the sides with a spatula before pouring the cream onto the pancake cake, letting it drip over the sides and then putting the remaining smashed nuts on the sides of the cake. Then he shaved some dark chocolate ontop of the pancake cake. As a last decoration he put the raspberries on the plate and a few of them on top then some strawberries and a few drops of chocolate onto the red fruits. He smiled, with still 5 minutes to go he finished the pancake cake.

Thomas managed to get the plate with the pancake cake in one piece to the judge. “Mister Freddy, I made for you a pancake cake. It is filled with chocolate and cream, build with pancakes and I added chocolate, hazelnuts, strawberries and raspberries.” he smiled as he cut a piece off from the layered cake and served it on a smaller plate for Freddy, two strawberries and a raspberry balanced on top. “Enjoy sir!” He smiled brightly, even with the flour in his hair, smears of cream on his cheek and additional bruises. He thought that whatever would happen, he did well.

freddy-ia

[inguk-ia]

What Really Grinds My Gears //Freddy and Inguk

freddy-ia

Fred knew exactly what the black smoke meant, machines steamed sometimes but that was white and clarifying, this smoke was black and a sign of fire, build up and burning.

“Because I know you’re not” he says very unapologetic for calling the other Professor’s bluff. If he had just heard the noise he might have just assumed some grit but the smoke made the movements and noises have a completely different meaning - disrepair.

“Do you really think you can lie to an engineer?”

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“Well.. I was hopin’.” He murmured to himself. Of course the bot was bluffing. He was far to embarrassed to outright admit his state of health. However, Inguk realized if he were to ignore it for much longer, he could end up falling apart once again. Would Key be there to “save” him again? Who knew. He wasn’t about to leave it up to fate and find out. It sucked that the other teacher was right. Especially so that it was some human… then again, this human was one of those who he did not hate automatically. In fact, he had come to enjoy the human from the few times they interacted.

“I- uh…….shit.”  Inguk so eloquently replied. The man was almost smirking at him with a knowing expression that gave Inguk a feel of unease and, oddly enough, shame. “ I mean.. I’m sure it’s just that my water tank needs cleaning.” That too, was a bluff. He knew as well as the other there were repairs needed in the old rickety body. “I just don’t have the means of doing so myself..” The possibility of “dying” again so close, Inguk had stopped low enough that he would have anyone help. It just so happened a supposedly skilled engineer was right there and very willing to ‘study’ his type. “You uh… don’t happen to know anything about steam mechanics then, do ya Fred?”

[leexjinki-ia-blog]

Technologic

freddy-ia

Fred was surprised by the small series of knocks and quickly covers his leg with a cloth he had been using to cover the modesty of one of his less complete robots - he didn’t want to frighten anybody by seeing his amputated leg without its prosthesis; said prosthesis sitting on his desk getting a careful removal of some twigs and mud from the greenhouse.

“Come in!” he shouted, since he couldn’t go to the door without his leg attached. It was much faster to just give the person on the outside permission to come in.

“It’s open!”

The snow elf blinked at the other’s response, swallowing away the hint of nervousness that accompanied him in nearly every social situation before he nodded to himself and finally opened the door-but only a little. Pale lavender eyes glanced around as the pale creature peeked in, opening the door fully to bow towards the other. “Professor? I apologize if I’m intruding- Are you busy currently?”

[inguk-ia]

Professor, your gears are audibly making noise today. Have you been looking after yourself?

It was a bit of a sensetive subject, his body. Not in the way of his looks, but rather, his health. He cleared his throat but it seemed not to do much when a loud cough followed and a dark puff of steam escaped his mouth, obviously revealing his current state. “Y-yeah… sure I have.” He lied, knowing well enough what the audible sounds, dark steam, and sticking joints all meant. “Why d’ya ask?”