Poison 101(Class; Ask to Join)

Ishi had, for once, slept on a mattress he brought from the closet in his classroom. He had slept in his black dress shirt and pants again, but thankfully remembered to take off his shoes this time. He puts socks, then shoes, on and made sure that his hair was combed properly. Ishi was not a man who was often prepared, but he had sent in a request to host a class based purely on poison. While not a threat that most hunters faced, having the training to detect, and if you're lucky, cure the poisoned is a valuable skill. Sure, Ishi was one of the very few people who had the skills to poison people. he was just that kinda person.

Not that it wasn't difficult to get the skill set. Sure, he was rusty at best. Rusty was the lucky way to say it. He just never did anything these days. He dragged the mattress into the close, making sure it was there properly. After closing it, he sat on his desk, looking out into classroom. It was about five minutes before class would start. Anyone who would have come early, would've seen a sleeping Ishi Omo.

Ishi yawned. He had the oddest feeling. The class felt far too large for the source material. So, he'd test to see if the students who were here, were supposed to be here. This was, of course, 5 minutes into the class.

"If you're not here for a class on poison, get out."

He saw about half the class get up and leave. This felt more proper. Not only was this less overbearing with the likely questions, this also meant that he had less of a chance of someone who would accidentally get poisoned.

" 'Allo, I'm Ishi Omo. I'm a certified doctor and teacher for you all. Not to mention, I used to be a leader in the pharmaceutical industry. I, also, used to make poisons for people that usually had homegrown antidotes, if you have any questions- any at all- direct them to yours truly"

Ishi's confidence was high, as this was a skill that he had. He was fine with people being late, especially if they were trying to get their class changed and were getting denied on the basis that it was the first time that a class like this had been used or done.

Ishi yawned. There was one student here that caught his eye. It was a female, at least, based on looks. She sort of stuck out compared to everyone. He had to get the class going, though, otherwise, nothing would ever get done here.

"When one considers poison, what do you think of?"

Ishi hopped off his desk and went around it, to dig in the drawers. He brought up a vial, in which contained a brown liquid. The liquid looked thick, and as obviously hard to swallow. It was one of his poisons that he used to make daily, but had made once more in preparation for this class.

"This poison, in this vial, is a designer poison. Made by yours truly. It could, theoretically, kill everyone in here if not handled properly. However, it's stored properly and kept clean within a heavily contained area. Also known as my drawer."

Ishi laughed.

"With this in mind, did it change your opinion on what you think poisons are?"

"You're absolutely correct."

Ishi sighed. He probably had to disclose a few details.

"Now. I'm going to disclose something now. You're sitting in a room with one of the very, very few people who can make a proper poison in this day and age. It's not as popular an assassination tactic as it used to be. Now, everyone goes, 'I've got to be fancy and stab someone.'

Ishi said that last bit with obvious annoyance in his voice. He was sure kids would be either confused or laughing at it. Either way. It was a bother to reveal to them his secret, but for the sake of sharing his credentials.

"Ah. I should probably finish off my list of credentials. I was an assassin for about 10 years back forever ago. Back then, it was about subtly and not leaving a trace. That's where my poison came in. Sure, they labeled me with a fake name, but my poison knowledge is second to none."

He also had to see the reaction and gauge the sort of class.

Ishi fell backward, laughing.
Sure, he should probably keep it secret.
The reaction every time was just so amusing. They always were surprised.

"So. With all that out of the way, we must think about something. Think. If you had any idea how to make poison, would you. Tell me when you figure it out."

Ishi knew his answer. He had answered the question years ago. He had decided that he wanted to. He even used it in the way poisons are meant to be used. With lethal intent. Sure, you could make a poison that pains them. That hurts them. There's no point in doing so, but it is something that you can, in fact, do. Ishi had no guilt, though. He figured that it was fine and dandy that he was an assassin, though his persona that was an assassin was long dead.

In the eyes of the law, literally.

"Fun fact. There were some people who realized that I didn't actually die. It was funny to watch them try to poison me. Failed amusingly. Now, most people consider poison to just be a lethal sort of thing. Did you know that some of the worst don't actually kill you? That's the thing about poisons that most people don't consider. Not all of them just off you. Some of them just force you to act differently. Some of them just make you a little sick."

He hopped off his desk in dramatic fashion.

"There are poisons that put you in comas. Heck. Medicine is just poison that does good things."

Ishi had a good laugh and put the poison back into his desk. He had all sorts of things to talk about; though he figured he should notify them of a few things before he started the fun part of class.

"Now, for the purpose of this class, I've made nothing lethal. Nothing that will kill you right off the bat, at least. You'd have to mess up on your end to die from anything. Now, who would be willing to come up closer and actually hold poisons."

If he had this kind of class... well, he'd probably have turned out differently.

"Ah, wonderful. What's your name, kid?"

He'd ask, going around his desk again and digging into it, he dug out a potion of sorts that should only affect females.


Not that he knew about the kid who came up. He swished it around and it swished nicely. It was a clear liquid with no ill intent.

"As one might guess, this is a non-lethal poison. It should only make one hyper if the drinker is a female. It does nothing to males. It's more akin to a potion."

He had a stupid smile on his face as he held a vial in front of Malachite.

"Drink it. If it does anything else, I will fix it."

Ishi was a great guy sometimes. This? This was not one of those times.

It wasn't his job to be a nice guy, it was just his job to be Ishi.

It slowly, but surely, dawned upon him.

Malachite was a guy.

This….hmm.

This complicated things. Well, complicated in the case that it was a pain. 95% of the poisons and pots that he had for men usually killed them. While that potion would’ve done nothing, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t a complete bother when it came down to it. He tested the poisons himself, after all. He elected to ask Malachite a few questions.

“Right, Malachite. I have a proposition for you. I have a poison that would, in fact, cause anyone a massive amount of pain. If you drink this, and that you know that it’d cause a bunch of pain, I’ll give you an A. Call it a sort of… passage through the class. After all, you drank that last one like nothing.”

He meant an A for this class period, anyhow. Who needed assignments when you had concrete proof of skill?

He hadn’t brought it out or anything, not yet.

“You will literally fall and squirm on the ground if you take this. It’s meant to take down but not kill. Used it back when that meant something when it came to poisons. Made a fresh thing here not long ago, thereby it’d still be as potent as possible. Are you SURE you want the A?”

He wasn’t lying, he had no intent to lie and fake out this kid. He had all the capability to do so, but none of the reason.

“Right, so. I know that I’m this weird old guy who is, for some reason, teaching you kids about poison. I know it’s odd, but even you must admit, that it’s a useful skill to realize two things. First, What can poisons do? Second; How can you detect poison?’

He was sure that, while the kids were waiting for Mal to answer him, they weren’t going to answer him.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tested it himself. He could confirm that it put him in vigorous pain. He hadn't moved to take anything out yet.