[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. A teacher that dressed up like historical figures for class. Sure it was something you heard about happening when a school got a particularly enthusiastic professor. But those stories were always faraway myths. Things to occur in "that other" school.

This time it was here. With some recent addition to the BA staff.

Of course Deb had to investigate. News like this was bound to grab her attention. And she didn't even like history. Yet the possibility of finding something so entertaining had spurred her to actually get to Bellefonte's classrooms early in the hopes of glimpsing such a scene. If she was lucky, they might even be in costume already.

She'd gotten the classroom from some of her friends beforehand. Didn't want to waste time wandering. So once it was reached she gingerly opened the door and dared to peek her head in. Hopefully luck would be on her side today. "Hello?"

Christopher Moore ―

by sixsmith.

[Christopher Moore]

BOOK QUEEN

Chris sure as hell was dressed up. His next lesson was a focus on the Eqyptian queens of old. He was decked out in a long, ornate dress (of his own making), a black braided wig, all the hall marks of the great cleopatra. He even had the recognisable liner which had become synonomos with the Egytpians, which Daisy had helped him apply. 

"So, do I look like a mighty ruler of Egypt, Daisy?" He asked the young girl, who was rather epicly decked out in a little egytian costume he had also made. After all, the little girl didnt like being left out of Daddy's antics. 

"You look so cooooooooooool!" The little girl squealed. 

"Well then.. I suppose we need to check if the great gods think youre worthy!" He chuckled, and Daisy squealed, starting to run and dodge between the chairs. Chris followed, chuckling loudly. "ANUBIS NEEDS TO WEIGH YOUR HEART, DAISY" The little girl screamed with joy; of course she knew what Chris was talking about, so she had no fear. 

Finally he caught her, scooped her up in his big arms, blew a raspberry on her cheek.

"Hello?"

The voice made him spin around. Before him stood a brightly coloured student. "Oh! Hello!" He grinned, propping Daisy up on his shoulder. "OOOOO DADDY! I want ahir like that" Chris chuckled a little.

aeron at thq

[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

Holy hell, the rumors were true.

There, standing before her, was a man decked out head-to-toe in Egyptian aesthetic. Cleopatra from Deb's guess. History was never and would never be her forte, but it was clear enough for her. Not only him, but a tiny girl as well. If what she said was anything to go by, it was his daughter.

The grin she wore went from ear to ear. There was satisfaction in having her suspicions confirmed. And just seeing that. "Now see, this seems completely unfair." Deb huffed, actually stepping into the room. There was no bite to her words. Only playful griping. "How come I didn't get to have you as my history teacher? I probably would've paid more attention." The blue-grey gaze wandered over to the smaller "Egyptian" and she laughed. "Espeically if she was the teaching assistant. Already she's putting the others to shame. And if you do like my hair-"

With a wink Deb twirled a strand around her finger. The curl came away a vibrant orange. "I could give you a mini make-over. So long as our great Empress approves." The attention was back on him. "Cleopatra, right?"

Christopher Moore ―

by sixsmith.

[Christopher Moore]

BOOK QUEEN

Now that Chris had a moment to fully look at the girl, he was shocked. Good shock, mind you. This student was tremendously colourful, and Chris instantly stuck in his big old grin. She stepped into the room, and he felt Daisy worm around on his shoulder. She was always excited to meet new people.

Debs words caused his deep laugh to vibrate within his chest. "Ay, well. Some teachers just don't know how to be fun." He chuckled, his hand moving to slightly readjust his dark wig.

"Daisy is an excellent assistant, aren't Daisy?" The little girl gave a dramatic nod, and Chris had to stabilise her a little lest she fall off.

There was a gasp from both father and child when Deb's hair suddenly turned orange. For a moment they were both dumbfounded before Daisy squealed in excitement and Chris beamed and impressed grin. "That's an impressive power ya got there! Been a mutant since I was a boy, and I still get amazed" He chuckled again, and set Daisy down. "Well I don't see why not, Daisy!" He looked to Deb. "So long as it isn't permanent" He chuckled again; clearly a sound that was familiar within his throat.

"I'm Mr Moore, by the way. And this is my daughter Daisy" He held out his bangle laden arm and offer her his hand

aeron at thq

[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

They weren't the only ones beaming now. She was easily infected by excitement, and the two gasping figures before her were no exceptions. Deb found herself laughing before long. "It makes dyeing hair easy, that's for sure. Best thing is: it doesn't damage it either." Truly a blessing, all things considered. Particularly for someone like her who changed it whenever the wind turned.

"She'd grow it out eventually, like you regularly would, but I could just as easily change it back." Deb said before taking his hand in her own. The bangles were a nice touch. Really put the outfit together and made her grin. "Deb Barok. I can definitely say it's a pleasure already, Mr. Moore. And a bit of a shame since I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be allowed to take your class. Though I'm happy I got to at least meet an Empress firsthand." Chuckling, she let his hand drop before glancing at Daisy.

Despite the fact she knew Alex was older now, the little girl couldn't help but remind Deb of her sister. That sort of raw, unbridled energy that, for the Barok sisters, had gotten them into heaps of trouble. Mainly because of the eldest daughter's bad influence. "Daisy huh? Well Daisy, what's your favorite color?" She asked with a gleam in blue-grey eyes, promising mischief.

Christopher Moore ―

by sixsmith.