[center][i]"Angels who fall for the sins of the flesh and carnal desire...

...are called [b]incubi[/b]."

"Are you claiming to be an angel, sir?" 

"No. I am telling you the stories of man - and, in class, I am Professor Zelli, or Z."

"Then why do the other professors call you |nʞubus?"

"Every X-Man needs a name.. But, please, tell me, what does any of that have to do with business administration?"

"Uh... nothing I guess. You did say angels -"

"- I told you a story made by man. A story thousands of years old. Man has always had stories of lust. Of desire. Business is often capitalizing on the nature of man."[/i][/center]

[indent]|nʞubus, or Professor Zelli (Z) or merely just Adrian - depending on the person - taught his class with passion. He was incredibly well-spoken, often described as silver-tongued. He used his telepathy to read the minds of his students and keep them on topic. In the current day an age, classes such as macro- and micro-economics, business administration, financial planning and his lower-level social studies classes were incredibly important, so he did his best to make sure his students attained the most they could from his lecture. Some of them had never had classes like the ones at the Xavier Institute; for a matter of fact, the education many received there was the first they had ever received in the intolerant world around them.[/indent]

Professor Z is what he was referred to most often in class, but mostly due to the Professor himself. Adrian taught his lower-tier classes early during Charles' morning classes so that he could offer his higher-tier classes to the more profound students without conflicting with Charles' teaching schedule. As the Professor was often called Professor X or merely the Professor, Adrian was often called Professor Z mostly for the namesake. It stuck with him through his other classes. One might not think a name so important, but being called |nʞubus by students somewhat diminished the teacher-student relationship. For a man of his repute and nickname among the X-Men, Adrian kept his image as a teacher astoundingly clean and stern; many speculated he was the strictest professor in the institute in his higher-level classes.

His lower-level, morning classes, however, were mostly drawn out and boring. Adrian taught basic history and social studies before receiving the star students. The students that would go on to be X-Men, not just live in the civilian world. The students that would go on to be politicians or activists, like Hank McCoy. The students that might make a difference. Adrian lived for those students and Adrian made Professor Z a reality for them. He challenged them. He waited for them and designed his classes to be difficult and interesting all at once. Being one of those students and getting into those classes, however, proved far more difficult than a majority of the Xavier Institute could provide, but why offer an education to mutants if they wouldn't deserve it as humans? Equality meant earning what one received, X-gene or not.

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Upon the first of his advanced classes, Adrian dawned his tuxedo and switched his classroom to a far larger one on the upper floors; it was a renovated library he had turned into a classroom and dance hall. No 'balls' were thrown here; it was illuminated with neon lights, a backlit dance floor and full bar in addition to the half of the room more obviously dedicated to its education value with smart projectors, interactive televisions, a 3D projection table and a dozen or so chairs. The stereos, which filled up every corner of the room, blared Raise Your Glass by P!nk at the beginning of his evening class, as he waited quite calmly for the day to progress and for him to see the new set of students. He had heard directly from the Professor this year introduced several new students, including the kids of some of the original X-Men. Although the class may not have been quite meant for all of them, he invited them in it for the sheer entertainment of teaching the children of his former comrades.

For a social science class taught by the strictest professor, it seemed a little twisted. Dance music in what seemed like a party hall blaring? The board read, 'What is a demon if man is beast?' and each student in the class had been sent the same waver. A prize. In each class of his three advanced ones, the top students would be sent to his single largest night club for three nights all expenses paid with him in no other place than LA. The incentive for being the best was getting to party with the best, and who could one-up |nʞubus himself? The Professor wasn't keen on the program, but considering the grades it brought up in an already-difficult class, he didn't question the method. Logan hated it. As a matter of fact, most other professors hated it, and that was half the fun.