[center][h2][color=#c9a0dc]Ankaa Liu[/color][/h2][/center]
Ankaa arrived exactly five minutes before the supposed start of the lesson, and settled in to wait. She ignored the ongoing murmur of conversation, though she was certainly eager to see what their new teacher would be like. She had her doubts they would get anyone decent; the whole Academy did so love to act as if they were all worthless just because of some supposed curse. A self-fulfilling prophecy, that. And though professor Mavis had been affable enough, kindness did not always lend itself to effective cultivation.

The time when the class was officially supposed to start passed, and Ankaa frowned mildly. A teacher, late? Not the best of signs. She crossed her legs on her chair, set her palms on her knees, and closed her eyes. She was aware of the time passing, and still heard the chattering loud and clear, but was undisturbed by it. At around the 15-minute mark past the appointed meeting time, Ty arrived. If it weren’t for the promise of a new teacher, Liu would have interpreted such tardiness as permission to skip class without repercussion and taken her leave.

As it was, she eased her agitation via some light meditating, until finally, she heard the voice of their new professor quarreling with another faculty member outside. [color=#c9a0dc][i]Funny when irritated,[/i][/color] she noted, opened her eyes, unfolded her legs, and sat properly. The boom of an explosion resounded, and Ankaa raised her brows expectantly. The astonishingly young professor stormed in, and introduced himself. [color=#c9a0dc][i]Powerful but inexperienced. Will he be truly able to pass any wisdom onto us when he likely has none himself?[/i][/color] Her thoughts might have been uncharitable, but neither her expression nor her demeanor revealed such. The man was their teacher, and so she would respect him.

His somewhat insulting words were stated so matter-of-factly, Ankaa merely blinked. [color=#c9a0dc][i]At least he’s giving us a chance,[/i][/color] she thought. She was admittedly confused that he wanted them to refer to him by his title and his [i]fore[/i]name, but took note of his preference. He asked for introduction, and her classmates obeyed obligingly – though most of them took quite the creative license when doing so. Beginning with the sensible Sophiel, whose transferal to this class had something to do with a lack of restraint. One certainly wouldn’t think of it looking at her. Next was rambunctious Ty, whose brand of arrogance was surprisingly amusing and refreshing, though Ankaa couldn’t tell exactly how seriously he meant what he said.

Next was Kiara, one of her room-mates, and the only student who had followed their instructor’s request to a t so far. Liu silently approved of her conduct. Ah, and next on the list was the poster girl for obnoxious hubris, it would seem. Ankaa side-eyed Alberta, looking her up and down. [color=#c9a0dc][i]She was the one put here because she couldn’t handle being beaten, so does not ‘loser’ apply to her most of all?[/i][/color] The martial artist was bemused more-so than truly irate at Blumenthal’s words, and so she simply shrugged to herself. She did have to cover up a small smile when Kress cheerfully declined acknowledging her outburst in favor of introducing himself, however. 

Last but not least before her turn was the sole male dorm-mate of hers. She recognized him as the one who’d been in the middle of an impromptu welcoming feast when she’d arrived to the academy. Ankaa did not know who those people with him had been, exactly, but the effects of Sekhandur’s revelry were blatant. [color=#c9a0dc][i]That’d earn him a day of secluded contemplation at the temple, at the very least,[/i][/color] she noted, and couldn’t help wondering how the young professor would deal with all these colorful characters. Straightening up and schooling her face into polite blankness, Ankaa raised her hand sharply. [color=#c9a0dc]“Ankaa Liu,”[/color] she offered curtly, but clearly.