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The main room of the class was much like one you'd find in a college, with rows of desks ascending upwards, said desks and chairs being very much combustible. A pair of double doors led to a basketball sized area where basic and less than basic combative lessons could be taught, though they weren't likely to be used for the first few classes of the year. Small nearly invisible indents in the walls and floors of the two rooms filled with magical fuel that would light at the smallest flame that, while not actually endangering anyone who stayed in their seats would fill the room with flame and make class far more interesting, of course, no new students would know about these until told, but anyone who attended the class before knew how often Mr. Wick loved to light these flames in an attempt to catch students off guard. The walls were of course stone, as was the ceiling and floor. The only ventilation was a long thin window near the ceiling. The only thing on Mr. Wick's desk was a box, though anyone close enough could see the donuts hiding within through the clear plastic top.

[color=9e0b0f]"Is everyone here?"[/color] Mr. Wick asked as he took his place behind the desk at the front of the classroom. [color=9e0b0f]"I suppose if not anyone else who comes in is late. Anyways as I'm sure most of you know I am Mister Wick, pyromancer. I assure you, I am in fine health, ignore the bandages and the sudden affliction I underwent yesterday and we'll begin. First off, does anyone have any questions before I start ranting?"[/color] Arthur asked as he began pacing on the small stage that his desk sat upon.

  Iravis had already found herself a chair in the back of the class, the half empty bottle of wine still in her right hand as she lowered herself into a temporary throne. A class about not setting yourself on fire was not very helpful to a Phoenix who was practically made of it and relied on being caught on fire.

For the most part, the crimson haired girl was here to check on Sir Wick and make sure he was feeling alright. Additionally, she was excited about how he would teach. [color=salmon][i]Will he fire righteous lightning onto the masses like  Mr. Alistar?  Will he pull some students on stage and ask them to fight as a demonstration?[/i][/color]

 Eli finally spots someone walking in a hall, still in a daze and for some reason tired. She didn't actually think before she ended up in another class full of students. She saw one face that she had seen before, a beautiful woman that was dressed in a lot of red. She had seen her before, maybe in the other class. She exhales, gathering up the courage to sit next to her. Are you fucking serious? Courage? To sit by someone? Eli sits down uncomfortably, wondering if she had made a mistake. Wh-what if she wanted someone else to sit next to her? She nervously looks trough her bag in search for anything sweet.

Wandering into the room and taking the literal nearest seat to the exit, Logarius looked like he wasn't having the greatest day. He sported the face of a man who overslept, then thought that sleeping a bit more would help take the edge off. Creases and folds lined his lower eyelids, and his glasses were very clearly crooked. At least his teeth were on straight, though.

He propped up his head using one arm, driving the elbow into his thigh. Elevation wasn't enough to stop the pain shooting through his synapses, apparently. With a light groan he rubbed one of his temples. Hopefully this class wouldn't wind up too loud.

Alucard held back a yawn, hopefully this class would be marginally more exciting than the introduction last time. Though admittedly the teacher having a flaming heart attack had been somewhat entertaining and had landed him that date. Alucard wondered if asking if he could have Mr. Wick's pretty spear would be rude. Probably, people here tended to get offended easily for some reason. That, and as he'd learned from Iravis, some people were not what they seemed. So he simply sat there silently, waiting for Arthur to begin his 'ranting'.

Arthur stopped pacing at his desk and laid a hand down on it. [color=9e0b0f]"A shame, I love questions. No one is going to ask why I had that, 'incident' yesterday? Or anything else for that matter? You guys are a boring lot, I was hoping for more from you all."[/color] Arthur then pointed towards a student in the front row, the first one to catch his eye, which was easy with the glint of gold. [color=9e0b0f]"Logarius right? You've been here a few years if I'm correct? Ask a question."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Ech."[/color] Logarius looked up at the teacher, his eyes showing that he was very clearly not all there. Being called upon to supplement a class discussion wasn't exactly what Logarius was hoping would happen. But, what could he expect? Gold equals attention.

[color=aba000]"Me? Uhm.. What's your least favorite thing about being a teacher?"[/color] The question was mumbled out through nearly unmoving lips, as his head tilted back downwards to stare towards the ground.

[color=9e0b0f]"Good question! I think the worst part of teaching would have to be the other teachers. Mind you they aren't bad people, but some of them can get annoying at times to work with. Any other questions? I'm willing to answer just about anything right now. Don't give up this chance for interesting information students!"[/color]

Well even if he couldn't have it he could still find out about it. [color=red]"Sure I got one. Where'd you get that spear from and how do I get one?"[/color] Alucard asked Mr. Wick with a small grin on his face. He wasn't sure what to expect by way of answer but he'd said he'd answer anything.

Arthur started pacing again before saying, [color=9e0b0f]"Another good question, interesting one too. I got it from an old friend, Damn it's been too many years I wonder where he is. Anyways I doubt you'll find him, and then you'd still have to convince him to make you a spear. Doubt Ethan would be willing to make anyone a weapon right now. Anyone else?[/color] Arthur asked the group of students.

Iravis by now was feeling a bit lightheaded, but she wasn't sure why.  The goddess took another sip of the wine, wondering if she was dehydrated after eating the pepper.  After that swig moment she looked to her right, and noticed one of the girls that the director had introduced previously was sitting next to her.  The Phoenix shrugged, too distracted to care what she was looking for.

After a moment, Iravis decided she had a question for one of her saviors.  [color=salmon]"Sir Wick, why did you choose fire magic?"[/color]

Arthur continued his pacing, a small pleasure he took, walking and talking. surrounded, [color=9e0b0f]"Good question, very very good question. I suppose instead of giving a good answer I'll bait all of you with questions that seem simple that I'll then give cryptic and vaguely wise sounding answers for. Like say..."[/color] Arthur traced his hand along his desk as he walked by it, raising his hand up once he was clear of the desk and allowing a spark to flutter in his hand, [color=9e0b0f]"What is fire? Don't be shy, somebody give me a good answer."[/color]

Shifting himself so that his cheek was resting against his palm, Logarius looked back up to Mr. Wick. Now something interesting was being presented. [color=aba000]"Fire's a lot of things. Power, life, heat, light. And damn dangerous, at that."[/color] Logarius spoke far more clearly this time, his personal interest becoming much more apparent.

Fire? Oh, so that's what this class was. I couldn't tell since Eli just walked in without even knowing where she was going. She had finally found a piece of candy in her bag, popping it in her mouth and savoring the flavor. What is fire? "A rapid chemical change that releases heat and light and is accompanied by flame... Especially the exothermic oxidation of a combustible substance" She muttered under her breath, not actually answering to anyone. The thought swirled around her mind. Fire. She wasn't a fan of fire. Fire that can be easily used to burn someone for no reason. Fire that can be used to give pain and to torture someone. 

Arthur raised his finger suddenly at Logarius' comment, [color=9e0b0f]"Yes. Fire is power, and life. Those both true. But for me fire is inspiration, and hope. Fire is the drive inside every living thing which wishes to continue living. And importantly, fire is this."[/color] The spark, which had trailed up to Mr. Wick's finger, was now flicked into the crowd, landing harmlessly in between two students desks. Until it touched a small indent in the ground, unseen until then. Suddenly between all the desks was a small wall of fire, seemingly from nowhere. The students were surrounded.

Well he was DEFINITELY paying attention now. Logarius shot up straight, spewing a couple of swears in languages that definitely weren't English.

Eli's eyes narrow upon seeing the fire. She wanted to cry. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to leave. Fire. Fire that can be used to give pain and to torture someone. Eli grabbed her arm, beginning to scratch at her wrist and have blood pour out. She sighed, that was better.  However, the fire was still there. She wasn't scared of the fire. She was scared of her father appearing within them. She continued to scratch her arm for a while before she managed to stop, pulling herself together and calming down. Just fire. Fire won't hurt you unless your father is here. It's fine. She smiled lightly to herself, attempting to make herself a bit happier but it quickly vanished. Aw fuck, can you please stop messing up your arm? It's just fucking fire.

The moment the flames shot up, the Phoenix became more aware of her surroundings.  Power flowed into her veins.  The Goddess felt alive, like she could take on the world with a flick of her fingers.  She WAS fire.

Iravis noticed the distress in the girl next to her after a few moments.  In fact, she was scratching her wrist so hard it was bleeding.  [color=salmon][i]Is she scared of it?[/i][/color]  The fire haired girl simply couldn't comprehend a fear of fire at all.  [color=salmon][i]Why do people fear getting burned?[/i][/color]

The Goddess pulled a piece of the fire out, manipulating it into the shape of a small heart and trying to hold it's shape.  She willed some of the fire down, creating a gap between them.  [color=salmon]"Are you alright?"[/color]  Maybe it was the liquor, but Iravis felt the need to help cure this irrational fear.

Eli turned her head quickly, hearing someone speak to her. "E-eh?" She looked at the heart. "Ah, n-no I'm fine. Fire doesn't bother me... Haha." She realized that the laugh may have sounded forced but it was the truth. She used to think that fire was one of the most beautiful things out there and Elise still does.  She smiled at the woman who appeared to be a bit tipsy. Nice, drinking in class.

Arthur was then gone into thin air, vanished. Of course some of the students may not notice with walls of flame in front of them but most of the fire wasn't high enough to block the view of the front of the class, would defeat some of the purpose then. Regardless Arthur Wick was in the back of the class, lightly tapping a finger on the back of the firebird. [color=9e0b0f]"Talking in class, tisk tisk, I know you have skill with fire but I was hoping you'd be a bit better behaved. Are you going to share that?"[/color] He asked as his hand pointed towards the wine bottle.

At first he was going to simply wait for the flames to go down, but the crackling was getting to him. Every lick, pop, and shift of the fire taunted him. Aggravated him. And the sleep-headache he was dealing with didn't make it much easier for him. Logarius ground his teeth a bit. [color=aba000]"Aaaaaalllright then. I think I've had enough."[/color]

Placing his hand upon his desk, the materials within it began to slowly melt down and convert into gold. Unfortunately he hadn't accounted for gravity and nearly messed up his legs for the second time in the past few days. He gathered it together, creating a thick, flat brick above his head and attempted to slam it down onto the flames near him so as to smother them out.

Alucard's eyes jerked open to full alertness at the sudden surge of flame. Why did poeple that liked fire have to share it with everyone? At first he was a little worried about burning to death but it seemed that the spacing of the flames was enough that no serious harm would be done other than mental. Still Alucard didn't like jump scares very much. Of course it wasn't like he was going to complain and make himself a target. It seemed he wasn't the only one rather disconcerted by the flames, as someone closer to the exit felt the need to attempt to put out the flames with a golden brick. Gold, the easily meltable metal. Whatever.

Iravis jumped slightly at the tapping, and spun around to face Mr. Wick.  She took another sip of the wine with a smile, then a slightly guilty look ran across her face as she realized Arthur was suggesting she was a bad student.

[color=salmon]"Apologies Sir Wick.  I would be honored to share this with you.  Your swift recovery is the surely the will of the gods."[/color]  She handed the bottle over to Mr. Wick, the smile on her face spreading.

The teacher raised the wine bottle to his lips, taking a swig before passing it back to the girl. A good wine, no doubt. [color=9e0b0f]"Pretty good. Should I dare ask where you got it? How about instead we agree this didn't happen. If thunderhead can smoke in class I can drink."[/color] Then he was gone again, now in front of the class again, right in front of where Logarius' desk was a moment ago. The fire in front of the desk was out and the rest of the flames slowly died down as well. [color=9e0b0f]"Was that really needed? You look tired, perhaps you should sleep better. Then again, who am I to say such things, I'm your teacher not your doctor."[/color] Walking back to his desk and finally sitting down in his chair Arthur leaned back before saying, [color=9e0b0f]"Now, nobody else give me reason to teleport, I'm still recovering and that actually is starting to hurt. On to the next subject I suppose."[/color]

[i][h2]A little while later...[/h2][/i]

[color=9e0b0f]"And that students is why you want the other guy to burn to death before you start your victory dance."[/color] Arthur thought his first class of the year went rather well, even if it started a little chaotically. He had a good lecture on the basics of fire, what it could do, how it reacted to flesh, bone, wood, stone and what-not. The basics, but a simple way to ease into the school year. [color=9e0b0f]"Now before you all leave, any final questions?"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"No? A shame. You should all really take the time to ask questions, I think you'll find that I have interesting information in my head sometimes. Well then, I suppose you should all go, before I set everyone on fire. Before you guys leave though I want to hand something out, and I want to see the bird in the room in my office afterwards."[/color]

Arthur would then grab the box off his desk and walk through the desk handing out donuts. One went to the gold toothed gent at the front, then one to a student that hadn't really said much during class, one went to Iravis and the pleasant enough seeming girl next to her, then Arthur set another on Iravis' desk as he said, [color=9e0b0f]"For that demon girl, she seems nice enough. You'll give this to her I hope."[/color] Another few donuts went to some other students before Arthur threw up the box and incinerated it, a cue for the students to leave.

Donuts? That seemed kind of silly for a teacher to hand out. Though he'd already proved he was somewhat... unorthodox. Regardless it seemed class was over but Alucard was curious to see what Wick wanted to talk to Iravis about. Of course it was in his office which would be a bit hard to sneak into. In the end if either of them caught him he'd risk burning to death, which while apparently not permanent, was very painful. Sighing reluctantly, Alucard left the classroom like a normal student.

As the students filed out Arthur nodded once to the crowd before turning and stepping into his office, taking a seat at the desk that was inside the book filled room.

The Phoenix headed down the staircase, going into the office as Mr. Wick requested.  She knocked on the door with her left hand, looking around at the books as she walked in.  The bottle of wine was still in her left hand, which she took another sip from.  The redhead somehow managed a curtsy without falling over.  [color=salmon]"Sir Wick, it is an honor to be in your presence."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh no, the pleasure is forever mine. Tell me, what did you think of my first class this year? Bit boring to be honest I know."[/color] Arthur said as he picked up a small metal object, some paperweight in the shape of a cat and began to move it in his hands.

Iravis smiled at him.  [color=salmon]"Most of the students thought they had descended into tartarus, a clever trick of flames to gather their favor."[/color]  She leaned a little closer, taking a sip before extending it in an offer to drink from.

Smiling in turn Arthur took a drink before handing it back, [color=9e0b0f]"Alright, now I really want to know, where did you get that? It's pretty good stuff, harder to find round these parts than it really should be."[/color]

[color=salmon]"This is tribute from a follower, Alucard, a student of this academy."[/color]  She took another sip of the wine, sitting herself down on his desk and handing the bottle back from a closer range.  [color=salmon]"I finally managed to call upon my divine state."[/color]

Arthur's eyes opened up a bit more as he accepted the wine and took a swig,[color=9e0b0f] "That is good news."[/color] Iravis was sitting on his desk. An interesting thought, and one he had not considered. Granted he really needed more chairs in here, a single chair, even as amazing as the birch thing Arthur sat on was, was clearly not enough. [color=9e0b0f]"Was this Alucard figure in my class today do you know? I probably should have asked everyone's names."[/color] Arthur asked as his hand continued to play with the iron cat in his hand.

Iravis nodded, speaking a little more softly.  [color=salmon]"A black haired Pharoh."[/color]  By now the iron cat had caught her attention, and she was a bit curious about it.  [color=salmon]"Meoooowwww?"[/color]  The wine was doing the talking.

[color=9e0b0f]"Meow? Oh you mean this?"[/color] Arthur said as he held up the metal feline. [color=9e0b0f]"Just a trinket from town, keeps my desk lively. Not literaly mind you, but anyways. Black haired Pharoh eh? I think I know who you are talking about actually, I'll keep an eye on him. Sounds like you taken an interest in him yourself Iravis."[/color]

[color=salmon]"So long as he pays tribute, he'll be under my wing."[/color]  She downed the rest of the wine, gulping it down to slack a thirst she didn't know existed.  She suddenly felt compulsed to start giggling, she didn't know why.  [color=salmon]"So am I your birdy then?"[/color]  

Bad, very bad. Arthur was in his thirties, she was, wait how old was she? Was she seventeen or several thousand years old? Well that made things even weirder. Best answer would be safe answer. Luckily he had something ready for such a situation inside his desk. [color=9e0b0f]"Only if you want that to be so, though I doubt I can contend with any Pharohs."[/color] Arthur said as he drew out a small plastic case from his desk. Popping it open revealed a rather small, if lovely looking, icecream cake, mintchip. Along with a plastic fork sitting on top. [color=9e0b0f]"Man I wished I had the money to get refridgerating charms and spells on my drawers at home, would make the fridge pointless. Anyways, if you'll like you can have the cake, my favorite flavor of icecream is within as well, amazing what chefs come up with."[/color]

Iravis shook her head as he spoke, but took the fork and took a bite out of the cake.  [color=salmon]"A Pharoh fears the gods.  Maybe that is wise."[/color]  She stumbled slightly as she manuvered into his lap facing the desk.  After a few moments, she looked over her right shoulder into his eyes with a gaze of hunger on her face.  [color=salmon]"Do you fear me, Sir Wick?"[/color]

Arthur felt her weight on top of him, granted she was light, but he was wounded somewhat still. Of course she was drunk, so he could pardon that. Sadly she was drunk, and he couldn't take advantage of that. So instead, [color=9e0b0f]"I don't fear many things anymore, not since I met my first real dragon. A is on the list of things I still fear mind you, and if he catches word of this exchange he'll flay me. Wait nevermind, he already knows I'm sure, giggling away no doubt the loony bastard. So how about instead, my fair, fiery lady, you take that cake with you and continue with your day, perhaps we can continue this chat again sometime, if we do I'll bring the expensive drink.[/color] Then after a second he asked, [color=9e0b0f]"Oh and, could you get off me, I'm teleported out."[/color]

Iravis frowned as she was shot down, but she grabbed the cake as she stumbled her way to the door frame.  The Phoenix stopped for a moment when she reached it, leaning on it to make a final comment.  [color=salmon]"The title of dragonslayer is rarely bestowed by destiny, Sir Wick.  Charlemagne would crown you a prince, and minstrels would sing your name.  That is much more than a Pharoh can claim."[/color]  She left the room, grabbing the donuts for Lyssa on the way out of the class.

Arthur sat there a few minutes more, sighed, then said, [color=9e0b0f]"You know what, I need more to drink. I wonder if A stocked the teacher's lounge with vodka or orange juice this year?..."[/color] He would pick himself up, placing the iron cat down on the desk again before stepping out and making his way towards the lounge, maybe he'd find one of the teachers he liked there, maybe that thunderhead? Who knew honestly he was just happy that class was over and nobody had to get sent to the infirmity, school year was starting out solid.