[@HereComesTheSnow][@Write]

[B]Teàrlag Cirsium - Armoury[/B]

Oi brat, you were going to say 'sensei', weren't you? Don't think I didn't hear those syllables coming outta your gob. I don't think this is the right place for you to be letting your power level infect you, you know? Not that I know what a power level is or anything, but if you starting throwing out nonstandard nomenclature in your day to day life, people are just going to start judging you. That's just how they are, forming opinions on others based on the most superficial of actions and shunning anything that doesn't properly conform to society's norms. That's why everyone wears a façade, a persona based on what they [i]think[/i] is acceptable, so that they don't have to worry about who they truly are being hurt by the uncaring words or criticising stares of the majority.

It sounds so shallow, but it's the world we gotta deal with. Every bugger in society's the same, hiding their genuine selves behind a mask.

And when you show something that this vapid world of ours considers incorrect, it'll get crushed like an empty can of cola under a hydraulic press.

"[color=d8bfd8]It's sixth period in I707,[/color]" I say, letting go of his hand. The room's not a real bonnie sight, but it does a real solid for lectures. Brats always complain to me about how little leg space they get when they're sitting down, so I ended up grabbing the place that doesn't cramp them up. Bit of a pointless problem to have tried to fix, but I personally know how annoying those chairs can be too (source: Shade Academy's horrible budget). If the brats work better and get me a better reputation with happier legs, then I'll go to that effort.

Not because I sympathise or anything.

"[color=d8bfd8]Hope to see you prepared for the first class,[/color]" is what I add. I'll need to officially shunt his name into the records later, but that doesn't mean he can bolt off and start slacking. Even if the lad knows some of the basics already, he'd be a right daft bugger if he didn't try and get some pre-reading done. I'm not going to let these kids futer their time away, you know?

Especially not with that girl with the giant sweater that just came in!

Wait, ma'am? This brat's actually managed to not mistake me for a student? I mean it's not like I'm happy about this or anything but that's a real surprise, you know? When you can count the number of times this stuff happens on one bloody hand, you start taking what you can get. Might be a bit small, but after being irritatingly judged by others based on how I look, having somebody who doesn't just  think their surface impression's entirely correct is a pretty big breath of fresh air.

Polite lass.

So what brought her here?

"[color=d8bfd8]Teàrlag Cirsium,[/color]" I reply, turning my eyes onto her. It's a real big bugger of a sweater. "[color=d8bfd8]I'm the student counselor and Dust Apps teacher.[/color]"