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[h3][color=844E7A]Mako Akane,[/color] Jasekade Erza[/h3]

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Ezra was blinded by rage for quite a while but by the time he was out of the cafeteria, he had calmed down enough to be able to think rather than act stupidly as he had before. His mind was processing what he had just done before he realized that he may have severely injured somebody on his first day. That was very well cause for expulsion, which was something that he didn’t exactly like the idea of. It simply made him more angry for that group of stupid defective retards to cause this to happen. However, he had heard a voice whilst he was lost in thought, and much to his surprise, a teacher was walking beside him, somehow keeping pace despite his incredibly fast walking.

She had spoken in a voice that was on the border between sweet old grandma and sarcastic arsehole, and he couldn’t quite figure out which she was trying to be in this situation. His instinct told him the prior, but he wanted to believe in the former given the situation he was in, especially if it was a teacher. He knew she was probably going to start some shit, but he just for a second, decided to try and feel at ease.

“Some shit man. I can tell ya, but it’s gonna be long. Ya sure ya got time to listen?” he spoke, taking in huge amounts of air in order to try and relieve his anger and tension. Realistically, he wanted to go to a basketball court, or a gym and just destroy something to take it out, but he couldn’t walk away from what he had already done.

[color=844E7A]”I have all the time in the world to listen to a student. Especially when they’re explaining themself.”[/color] she replied, the sweet tone not wavering for a second. It was really hard to tell if she was mad, or being cheeky, or both. But, that’s what you get with a staff member who was a Supervillain instead of a Hero; They’re not the textbook definition of nice, or responsible.

Her tone kept Ezra at a limbo between ease and unease, and he honestly didn’t quite know how to feel about this woman. He did however recognise her tone, from the training exam. He couldn’t quite remember where he’d heard it though, merely that he knew the voice quite well. His memory was clouded because of his anger, but it definitely clicked. Deciding to keep on walking in case anybody from the cafeteria saw him, he figured he’d begin the explanation.

“It started where we went to go get some grub. Me n’ the sunny boy bought this girl I knocked over on accident some food. Then these right stuck up winged twats came up and we let em sit since one of em’ is in our class. Bunch of arseholes. Anyway, some other group came up to our table askin’ for it. I tell em’ to look elsewhere cause we’re using it, bunch of class b rejects. Then those wankers snap the legs on our table, so I got right pissed since of those angel cunts and the fuckin’ class b losers shattering our table and making me lose my food. So I went over and booted the shite out of their table, and threw a bottle or something. Walked off after that so I don’t know what happened.” he spoke, trying to keep his tone somewhat respectful with the teacher around, but he still couldn’t stop himself swearing. It was just part of his dialect despite how hard he tried to change it. 

Mako made no sign of losing her temper, though the smile had gone, the sweetness had left her voice, and her golden eyes were open, looking forward. [color=844E7A]”Teenagers losing their temper isn’t unusual. In fact it’s perfectly natural. That’s why I’m not giving you your first Villainous Behavior warning right now. But misbehavior is punished, and doubly so in a school designed to teach you how to be a Hero; An upstanding member of the community, and a role model. You’re going to have to work very hard in that field before you can call yourself a hero. Now, it’s not in my authority to hand out punishments, or discipline students directly, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter, but I do feel it’s my place to be a person to talk to, and a source of advice. I know a lot about misconduct, after all.”[/color]

“What do ya mean ya know a lot about misconduct? Ya work here, not a chance ya could have been getting into trouble is there?” he spoke, genuinely dumbfounded. He had gotten into this business without any prior knowledge or understanding of these events, and this situation definitely highlighted that.

Mako was surprised and initially disheartened that somebody either didn’t know who she was, or didn’t recognize her. She wasn’t sure which was worse, and both made her feel old. But she also realised she had an opportunity to surprise him with the truth, and her smile slyly came back.

[color=844E7A]”Most of the teachers and staff in this academy are, or were, Pro Heroes. I break that trend. My old alter ego was ‘Madame Obsidian’. Thirteen years ago, I was a Supervillain.”[/color] she chimed, watching his reaction intently and with glee.

“Oh. That’s cool, I guess. Never heard of a villain working at a school. But given ya knowledge on ‘misconduct’ as ya put it, what should I do here? I definitely injured someone, and on my first day as well. Am I fucked?” he spoke, his tone changing from a spiteful one to more of a neutral, with a hint of dread thrown into the mix.

[color=844E7A]”I wouldn’t say you’re fucked, no,”[/color] replied Mako, using that word in an equally blase fashion to Erza himself. [color=844E7A]”Someone else in your class has already received their first Villainous Behaviour warning on day one. You haven’t. You’ll just receive detention or a similar punishment, I think. Of course, I don’t speak for the Headmaster. He could issue you a VB warning if he sees fit, but I trust his judgement not too. Being a bit of a hothead doesn’t make you a bad person, and speaking to you right now, I can tell that you’re good. You should apologize to both the student you hit with a can, and the one you accidentally injured, however, even if you’re not told to. That’s just courtesy.”[/color] She gave him another smile, this one encouraging.

Ezra nodded at the woman who was speaking to him. She had listened to his angry and concerned rant, and he hadn’t cared to ask who she was, or her name. The only thing she knew her as at this point was madame obsidian, from the previous explanation of her status. He figured he’d take her council to heart, and apologise tomorrow, or later today, depending on how bad his mood was.
“I’m fairly sure no-one else would have calmed me down like ya did. Thank you. If I knew ya name, I woulda called you that, but I don’t.” he spoke as he swallowed his pride somewhat. Who would have thought a villain could be more reasonable than a hero.

Mako stopped, faced him and offered her hand. [color=844E7A]”My name’s Mako Akane. I’m the school’s secretary. You can usually find me at the front desk, and I very occasionally take Hero classes”[/color]

Ezra took the hand with a strong handshake, letting out a small laugh. It was actually surprising that her grip matched his own. He’d also never seen a woman be so straight up and act without any sort of bullshit attached, so he was rather taken aback, but he figured that answering straight up would do him well.
“Ezra Jasekade. I’m in A1. Thanks again.” Ezra spoke as he began walking once more.

“I’m going to apologize after the staff give me an earful. I don’t wanna show up back to the cafeteria an’ cause them to get shook thinking I might lash out again. That’d be very inconsiderate. I’ll see ya later then, Miss Mako.” he spoke as he figured he’d chill outside until a staff either reprimanded him or the lunch bell rang, in which case he’d return to class.

Mako nodded, and took a step back, indicating that this conversation had reached it’s natural conclusion. [color=844E7A]”I’m sure I’ll see you around, yes. Enjoy the rest of your lunch!”[/color] she called out to him, before turning and walking back towards her desk. Now that boy was going to make a fine hero one day. She was sure of it.