Prof. Namashiya Kotori -- More Unto the Fray
She was being watched, she could practically feel it. So certain was she that while Rouka and Yagami talked and argued betwixt themselves, her eyes wandered. Drifting until they found Mika, just as he turned and walked away. For a long moment, she watched him until he had disappeared at last.
Had he needed to ask a question? If so, what were his concerns?
Yet her attention took a jarring shift as the second half of the fighting duet came and brashly sat down in front if her. In which quickly, her words and emotions went through a rapid fire changes. First was defiance, second was apologetic, third was disbelief, fourth was sorrow, and finally, fifth was curiosity. The way she spoke left the Songbird whether or not it was genuine admiration, or fecetiousness all around.
Yet even still, she would entertain the idea of genuity.
However, things took a sharp turn when both Rouka and the girl turned and swung their fists into Yagami's face. Sending him twisting through the air before rather apruptly, he stopped falling. With a profuse nose bleed, he was gently returned to his feet while he was supported by an invisible touch.
"Yagami-san. Please head to the infirmary to have that injury taken care of." Kotori stated quietly to begin with. "We cannot have you all bloodied up for the ceremony for newly accepted students."
Once the second year had left, and her breakfast had been finished, the young professor set her palms atop the table, and picked up her tray.
"I believe I gave simple instructions, you two." She stated simply, accompanied with a sigh of resignation. Together, this duet was so headstrong that they'd break even the simplest rules without hesitation. It did not bode well in the least.
She, as their teacher, needed to nudge them in the right direction.
Frowning, Kotori continued to speak. "The second rule for today was to be civil. Do you understand? That means no fighting, no striking others as a means to an end. Take the higher road, and use words to end your disagreement. For there will be a time when using your powers, instead of using words, it will not only be a detriment, but it will cause the deaths of others."
"It is your duty to control your tempers and impulses, or they will lead you down the road to disaster. Again, you've made it much much more difficult, even moreso than before, to earn my recommendation. Remember, ENMA's prospective student entry exams have an eighty-five percent failure rate." She stated flatly, clearly unimpressed by their behavior.
Pausing for a final second, she glanced between the two. "If you wish for a shadow's chance of getting my recommendation, let alone getting into ENMA, first go and apologize to Yagami-san. Second, when the prospect trials begin I expect you two to work together. And cooperate fully, to include resolving any disagreements you have with one another with words, rather than fists."
She turned then, carrying her tray along the way with distinction as she promptly dropped it off at the wash station.
And yet her path changed entirely, heading down tue same hallway whoch Mika had disappeared into. Once she stepped into it, her footfall echoed in a particularly peculiar way. A invisible wave of telekinesis echoed forth with the sound of her foostep. With her eyes closed as she walked, she felt the vibrations of molecules in the air as the wave proceeded gently forward.
Imperceivable to all, her eyes opened when it washed over the recognizable form of Mika. With such a discovery, she strode forward with a touch more haste in her step.
It did not take long for her to find him. Always, she had gravitated to the students who were the quiet, shy types. For what reason, she was uncertain. Perhaps because she was once like them? Or perhaps because of an old phrase that still echoed in her mind. One which she would reiterate to the boy as she fell into step beside him.
"The stillest ponds oft run the deepest." She began with a mild sagely tone in her voice. A quick glance to his face revealed concerns of his etched upon it, yet no voice thus far for her to discern such issues. So she instead attempted to break the ice, in the hopes she could get him to talk.
"Something troubling you, Alkaev-san?" She inquired in Russian that carried a heavy Moscow accent. "I'm sure from of the look you had earlier, you've many questions. Fire away."
(Finished!!)
She was being watched, she could practically feel it. So certain was she that while Rouka and Yagami talked and argued betwixt themselves, her eyes wandered. Drifting until they found Mika, just as he turned and walked away. For a long moment, she watched him until he had disappeared at last.
Had he needed to ask a question? If so, what were his concerns?
Yet her attention took a jarring shift as the second half of the fighting duet came and brashly sat down in front if her. In which quickly, her words and emotions went through a rapid fire changes. First was defiance, second was apologetic, third was disbelief, fourth was sorrow, and finally, fifth was curiosity. The way she spoke left the Songbird whether or not it was genuine admiration, or fecetiousness all around.
Yet even still, she would entertain the idea of genuity.
However, things took a sharp turn when both Rouka and the girl turned and swung their fists into Yagami's face. Sending him twisting through the air before rather apruptly, he stopped falling. With a profuse nose bleed, he was gently returned to his feet while he was supported by an invisible touch.
"Yagami-san. Please head to the infirmary to have that injury taken care of." Kotori stated quietly to begin with. "We cannot have you all bloodied up for the ceremony for newly accepted students."
Once the second year had left, and her breakfast had been finished, the young professor set her palms atop the table, and picked up her tray.
"I believe I gave simple instructions, you two." She stated simply, accompanied with a sigh of resignation. Together, this duet was so headstrong that they'd break even the simplest rules without hesitation. It did not bode well in the least.
She, as their teacher, needed to nudge them in the right direction.
Frowning, Kotori continued to speak. "The second rule for today was to be civil. Do you understand? That means no fighting, no striking others as a means to an end. Take the higher road, and use words to end your disagreement. For there will be a time when using your powers, instead of using words, it will not only be a detriment, but it will cause the deaths of others."
"It is your duty to control your tempers and impulses, or they will lead you down the road to disaster. Again, you've made it much much more difficult, even moreso than before, to earn my recommendation. Remember, ENMA's prospective student entry exams have an eighty-five percent failure rate." She stated flatly, clearly unimpressed by their behavior.
Pausing for a final second, she glanced between the two. "If you wish for a shadow's chance of getting my recommendation, let alone getting into ENMA, first go and apologize to Yagami-san. Second, when the prospect trials begin I expect you two to work together. And cooperate fully, to include resolving any disagreements you have with one another with words, rather than fists."
She turned then, carrying her tray along the way with distinction as she promptly dropped it off at the wash station.
And yet her path changed entirely, heading down tue same hallway whoch Mika had disappeared into. Once she stepped into it, her footfall echoed in a particularly peculiar way. A invisible wave of telekinesis echoed forth with the sound of her foostep. With her eyes closed as she walked, she felt the vibrations of molecules in the air as the wave proceeded gently forward.
Imperceivable to all, her eyes opened when it washed over the recognizable form of Mika. With such a discovery, she strode forward with a touch more haste in her step.
It did not take long for her to find him. Always, she had gravitated to the students who were the quiet, shy types. For what reason, she was uncertain. Perhaps because she was once like them? Or perhaps because of an old phrase that still echoed in her mind. One which she would reiterate to the boy as she fell into step beside him.
"The stillest ponds oft run the deepest." She began with a mild sagely tone in her voice. A quick glance to his face revealed concerns of his etched upon it, yet no voice thus far for her to discern such issues. So she instead attempted to break the ice, in the hopes she could get him to talk.
"Something troubling you, Alkaev-san?" She inquired in Russian that carried a heavy Moscow accent. "I'm sure from of the look you had earlier, you've many questions. Fire away."
(Finished!!)