[center][i][h3][color=a0410d]~The Library~[/color][/h3][/i][/center]

It didn't take long for Arthur Wick to make it to the teacher lounge once class was out and his... interaction with the firebird was complete. He made the decision to not think to long on what exactly happened. Then decided to screw that decision.
As he stepped into the lounge and found a lack of people he started to talk to himself, [color=9e0b0f]"Was I just courted by a phoenix?"[/color] Then as he started preparing a cup of coffee, [color=9e0b0f]"Yes I think I was. What should I do?"[/color] A mug of coffee in his hand, [color=9e0b0f]"Is she seventeen? Is she four thousand? Dammit either way I'm in the wrong on some level."[/color] Stepping out of the lounge, [color=9e0b0f]"Screw this, I'll just see what happens, in the meantime I think Thunderhead was talking about doing something in the library before and I needed to read up on that thousand person march thing."[/color]

However, Arthur wasn't looking, his feet on autopilot as he continued his conversation with himself inwardly, and as a result walked right into someone.

Livia sighed. She had been too focused in her books to hear what was happening around her. Some sort of silly poetry thing was going on. Poetry! Bad poetry from the sounds of things. Ugh, whoever that professor was…Alistair? She should have her spirits break his fingers to stop him from making such a horrendous poem again. Needless to say she was in a bad mood when she was leaving the library, Gall following quietly as usual. She was a bit occupied trying to force that horrible poetry out of her head, and didn’t notice that as she opened the door to leave, she ran right into someone. Livia stumbled backwards, a rather uncharacteristic yelp escaping her lips, much to her dismay.

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh I'm sorry."[/color] Mr. Wick said as a girl stumbled back. Looking at the girl she seemed like an adult almost, she was just short of Arthur, and had a certain air about her. [color=9e0b0f]"Your a student here right? I'm Mr. Wick, one of the teachers. I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere."[/color]

Gall was behind his master when suddenly she ran into someone, in a moment the reaper's scythe was ready in one hand even as he attempted to catch Lady Fiore with the other. Before Gall could do anything more however the man asked forgiveness and introduced himself, Gall would wait until his master gave order than. Watching the man for any foolish movements but not yet acting.

Before she could stumble too far, she felt a gentle but firm hand at her back. Gall had caught her before she made a complete fool of herself. [i]Well that was embarrassing [/i] She mentally slapped herself for letting her attention slip so much, but at least Gall had made sure she didn’t make too much of one.

So she turned her attention to the man she ran into. He looked like a teacher from the looks of it, which was correct given his introduction.

[color=662d91]“Yes, I am fine.”[/color] Though she placed a hand on her forehead, a small headache was forming from mild annoyance. [color=662d91]“Thank you, Gall.”[/color]  First she should definitely make sure he didn’t harm the teacher. It was a simple accident after all. [color=662d91]“But I doubt Mr. Wick here means any harm.”[/color]

So she turned her attention completely to the teacher in front of her. Arthur Wick. A teacher who taught Pyromancy. A class she was utterly uninterested in, though she had attended it on occasion. Even if she wasn’t a contritio mage, it was good to learn theory and other things behind magics so you could defend against them if need be.

[color=662d91]“If you intend to go read in the library,”[/color] She said with a annoyed frown. [color=662d91]“Some idiots reading horrible poetry have decided to make their play date there. Libraries are supposed to be [i]quiet[/i]. Not places were loud jackasses with nothing better to do gather.”[/color] She followed the sentence with a sigh. Getting angry with a teacher was probably not in her best interests, though she wasn't acutally angry at him.

Arthur soaked in what she said. He recalls having seen her in his class on once or twice before now that he thought about it. Something with an L, L L L, what in the name of A was it? [color=9e0b0f]"Horrible poetry eh? Sounds like I found him then. I needed to have a chat with Alistair. That said-"[/color] Arthur then would then fix his posture before saying, [color=9e0b0f]"If a place of reading and peace is at stake I suppose I'll see what I can do, I'm sure I can work something out with Thunderhead. I am once again sorry for bumping into you."[/color] Arthur said as he stepped past the student, taking a moment to look at the reaper as he past. [color=9e0b0f]"It was Fiore, right. Sorry, forgot your name for a moment. I should really try to get better with those. If you need anything let me know."[/color] Mr. Wick would then start walking into the library, intent to find his fellow teacher.

Livia was a bit surprised he had remembered her name. Well, nothing unusually really. He was a teacher, and remembering students’ names was part of his job. In any case, she wasn’t sticking around to make friends with one of the teachers.

[color=662d91]“Mhm, Livia Fiore, and that’s fine. I was leaving anyways. I’ll need to find a quieter place for reading if this happens regularly.”[/color] She sighed, removing her hand from her forehead as he left. [color=662d91]“Come along then, Gall. I wish to be as far away from this place as possible.”[/color] So Livia left the library, trying to think of a quieter place she could possibly use for reading.

Alistair stepped off the stage, his fingers immediately rubbing through his hair. It was more an internal nervous tick he had developed than anything, always occurring when felt anxious. He looked up, recognizing the familiar hat of the one teacher he was seemingly able to get along with. He smiled "[colour=firebrick]Guess a curse can't keep a grizzled old Pyro down huh?[/colour]" Alistair held his hand out to his friend.

Arthur took Alistair's hand, a smirk on his face as he said, [color=9e0b0f]"What? It was just the final revenge of an angry dragon, nothing a little rest couldn't fix. And don't call me old, I am still within the normal lifespan of a human and intend to stay that way."[/color] Alistair was a good man, may have been a bit unprofessional at times but Arthur had drank wine in class earlier so judging Alistair on that would be somewhat foolish.[color=9e0b0f] "Anyways, I had something to talk to you about, something about Iravis."[/color]

Alistair raised an eyebrow “ [colour=firebrick] Wick....I can smell wine on your breath and you want to talk to me about the seventeen year old phoenix in your class that we both spend personal free time with.... [/colour]" the rune scarred man rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb "[colour=firebrick]I sure you understand my immediate trepidation[/colour]"

[color=9e0b0f]"She's also several thousand years old. Anyways, that isn't the important fact right now. Is there a more private place to talk, I would prefer students not listening in if it is a possiblilty."[/color] Arthur retorted, moving one of his hands up to rub at the necklace he wore, or rather, the ruby adorning it.

Alistair nodded and began walking towards the private section,  a section of books restricted for teachers use "[colour=firebrick]yeah...here's the best I can do[/colour]" his runes glimmered gently. He was worried about what Wick had done. He was prepared to hurt his friend if he had overstepped his bounds as a teacher "[colour=firebrick]You know what I'm going to say [/colour]"

Arthur held up one of his hands defensively,[color=9e0b0f] "I assure you Alistair, it isn't what your thinking. The girl came to my class drunk and by the end of it she was plastered. The day I take advantage of someone like that is the day I decide that death sounds lovely."[/color] With his other hand Arthur continued to rub at the unworked ruby around his neck, [color=9e0b0f]"I had her in my office after class, found out where she got the alcohol, and she tried to hit on me. I of course refused her and she left."[/color]

Alistair simply raised an eyebrow once more "[colour=firebrick]well, I am glad that you still had your senses[/colour]" the cocky grin peeled across his lips "[colour=firebrick]but remember....not to drink with students, thats my thing [/colour]" he laughed and clasped his friend by the shoulder.

Joining in the laughs, Arthur said,[color=9e0b0f] "Very well, but only if you stop smoking!"[/color] A few hearty laughs from the pyromancer, and then he suddenly ran out of breath. In between coughs he said, [color=9e0b0f]"I should sit down though, I'm still not fully recovered from the ordeal if I'm going to be honest."[/color]

Alistair winced and clasped at his chest as though the thought of stopping his chain smoking had wounded him. He laughed again "[colour=firebrick] well my good friend, stay here, enjoy the god awful poetry we young people spew about our tormented soul huh? [/colour]" he grinned and started back out to the Library proper to check on the preparations.

Arthur cheerfully followed Alistair, stopping only to grab a book on various creatures and mythology in general before sitting down at a nearby table to read and listen to some of Alistair's terrible poetry, and no doubt some of his students likely even worse wordplay.

Alistair roamed around the tables, ensuring that most of what the students were doing was manageable. He looked around, the library was completely reimagined. Tables facing the stage. Someone making coffees. A bar. He immediately went and grabbed some alcohol and waited for the night to begin.