Hyore quietly twirled into the new professor's classroom, taking a good look around before she made her presence known. "What's the first thing you think about when you walk in here?" She spoke in a clear, smooth tone loud enough to hear.
Tomoya has never been in a classroom. The whole thing is foreign to him--the blackboard, the desks, the books, his own huge-ass wooden desk, and the chair which he just perfectly fits in, because he so happens to be a stupid giant. The little white stick by the blackboard makes him sneeze. The door makes creaky noises if he moves it back and forth too much.
He looked out the window and saw someone mooning the classrooms.
Needless to say, the whole thing is a terrible, terrible culture shock.
He's so very much overwhelmed that the additional presence of some spinning being doesn't so much surprise him as it does compound to the effects already taking hold of his body. Tomoya turns when he hears words, stares at the intruder, and tilts his head like he didn't understand what it is she said.
(On some level, that's less fictitious and more truth.)
"Needs more trees," is what he says in return.
Good job, Tomoya. Because classrooms definitely need trees, you hopeless bird.
Kyung spied onto a new person, clearly a teacher and a phoenix by the way his soul was holding itself around the man, sort of a flamed wing formation at the back. Jumping down from a high tree, the young reaper smirked up at the older "Yo, new teach. What's your name?" The teen folded his arms, waiting for the answer
Some horrifically ridiculous screeching noise is ripped from Tomoya's throat the moment he's ambushed by a teenager out of God fucking nowhere, and he jumps and everything, too--and maybe if he had wings still he would have fluttered away.
Alas, he is only human. Somewhat. It's probably a miracle he didn't spontaneously combust, though he can feel heat at his fingertips, just waiting to come out.
The look on the kid's face is the sort of thing Tomoya associates with those who often get what they want--or at least, it's something he managed to gather through his centuries of earthen exploration. As he attempts to regain his composure (which is easier said than done; Nagase Tomoya isn't necessarily the smoothest of creatures), he shoves his hands into his pockets and gives a small nod of his head.
"Nagase." And then, more out of observation than anything, he adds, "You're the first one I've seen jump out a tree, Tigger. Good job."
With a wide grin, Sungyeol extended a hand toward the stranger. "Hello, there. What's your name and will you buy me food?"
If the kid was holding a sword, Tomoya would've been stabbed clear in the stomach, combusted into flames, turned to ash, and then be reborn in the most shameful reincarnation a phoenix could ever go through.
Lucky for Tomoya, of course, the kid did not, in fact, have a sword, but it doesn't stop him from being surprised as all hell.
"Eh--" There's a momentary pause, and then he lets out a snort. "Yeah. Sure. If I wasn't broke."
He's friendly, though. He takes the kid's hand (a more Western gesture, and he's much more familiar with this than all the bowing he seems to be getting lately--hell, he might have bowed so much he shook his brain in his skull and turned it to jelly, or something), gives it a firm shake, and then grins. "Nagase Tomoya. How 'bout you, Twinkletoes?"
A small young looking girl heard there was another new teacher at the school and listened to the rumors of where the teacher could possibly be. Following those gentle yet slithering whispers, the teenager wondered around and eventually found someone presumed to be the new person. She gently tapped his shoulder and smiled softly. "Welcome to the academy sir." She bowed a little as her pale eyes reflected the tiny smile on her face.
He jumps.
He almost, almost, spontaneously combusts.
But, no. Tomoya is good. He only whirls around and meets the face of his offender and... has to look down.
Scratch that. Not down. It's a lot like he has to stare down at the ground and try to make his eyes burn through the earth's crust and many other layers of dirt, because this girl is tiny.
Tiny!
And familiar-looking, but not because he knows her, or anything. He lived around those of her kind for more than half his lifespan, and before he can help himself, Tomoya's lips are twitching into a friendly, cheerful smile.
God, he misses elves.
(Or more like he misses their realm.)
"Thanks," he says, and he returns her bow, hands at his sides instead of in his pockets like a good boy. "It's, ah... it's good to be here.
"I'm Nagase. Pleasure to meet'cha, Tiny Dancer."
"Welcome to the academy, professor." He greeted when he saw the new teacher enter academy grounds. "I'm Manato." He added bowing his head slightly.
Talk about courteous.
Not even five damn seconds on the grass and he's already seeing a new face, and he wonders--does he really exude that kind of aura? The whole teacher-y, wise mentor aura?
Is he wise?
He likes condensed milk and expensive meat.
He probably isn't.
Maybe it's just obvious he's not a student because he's fucking gargantuan, but Tomoya blinks and dips his head in return, a wry, crooked little smile playing on his lips.
"Manato. Gotcha. You a psychic?" Slinging the single backpack he brought with him higher up his shoulder, Tomoya makes a gun with his hands and points it at him. "Name's Nagase. Good to meet'cha."
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Kana’s look was basically fixed on the ground as the teacher responded to her. He did not smell like singed hair, oh no. As a matter of fact, he probably smelled like his kind but since Kana had not met phoenixes before, she could not tell exactly what this new teacher was.
The smell was pleasant but she cared very little about it. When he introduced himself to her, her mind recognized the name as Japanese so she nodded, speaking to him in the same language. ”Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” Her voice was still hoarse, yet not as before. You could say it was going back to normal.
”It’s nice to meet you as well, Nagase sensei.” She said, chewing on her bottom lip, still avoiding eye contact.
Oh! Hey!
Surprise registers on his face when she speaks to him in Japanese, and he manages a sheepish little grin before rubbing at the back of his neck. His reincarnation in this realm had been rather unceremoniously in the west, but after an attempt at using an aeroplane failed incredibly on his end and he backtracked to Japan instead of South Korea at first, that tongue had stuck to him better.
He can't read kanji or anything, but he can hardly read any of the sticks and circles 'round these parts, either.
It's hopeless.
"'Sensei', huh...?" The title makes it all seem so professional, when in reality Tomoya's just a bird trapped in a two-armed, two-legged body. But, hey. If he's got some kinda knowledge, then he'll be glad to spread it to the masses.
"Likewise." He takes a moment to weigh the options before going on and asking, "You all right?"
The whole time she avoided looking at him, and though he has some suspicion of what this girl is, he doesn't think too deeply about it.
Everybody deserves a clean slate, after all.
"Welcome to Insolitus, sir." Chanyeol bowed, smiling just slightly. "You're the new professor, correct?"
Shit, son.
Everybody's bowing.
Tomoya is momentarily flustered, although it doesn't show--the amount of respect he gets here is crazy. In fairness, however, that might just be because he's absolutely unused to interaction with anybody outside of himself.
He's good, though.
He grins, bowing back, bending at the waist. "The new professor," he repeats. "That's me. Name's Nagase. It's good to meet'cha, Blackberry. But you probably got a better name than that, don't'cha?"
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He looked at the new teacher, biting his bottom lip, not really knowing if he should be looking or not, and nodded in understanding.
"So," Nagase starts, bending slightly so he's eye-to-eye with Mr. Shy McTimid, and he tries not to seem intimidating, though he imagines the fact that he's fucking gargantuan is still something of a hindrance. How does one assure another person (or... whatever it is this guy is) that he is not, in fact, going to rip him a new one, even with his huge hands?
Yeah. It's easier said than done.
"You got a name I can call you? Or are you fine with Sunflower?"
The pink haired girl walked up silently to the new teacher. ''Welcome to the Academy.'' She muttered, avoiding eye contact, her voice little hoarse. ''I'm Kana.'' She cleared her throat quietly and bowed politely to the new teacher.
Well--there's always a multitude of people in the world, right?
Right.
The introduction isn't really stellar and momentarily Tomoya's curiosity pies up: he wonders, exactly, what it is that has her so edgy around him, and then wonders if he smells like singed hair again.
Nobody really likes the scent of it, apparently, as cool as it makes Tomoya feel about himself.
"Kana," he repeats, and then he offers her a smile. "Yo. I'm Nagase. Thanks for the greet."
He gives her a bow as well. Bows must be standard procedure, then. He'll have to remember this for later.
"It's good to meet'cha."
The question what's wrong with your voice? is on his tongue, but Nagase blissfully fails to bring it up.
There seemed to be such a sudden influx of new people, Chanhee could have almost gotten lost. Softly, he nodded his head at the other and offered him his hand to shake. "Welcome, you're new right? My name's Lee Chanhee, and you are?"
Talk about polite.
Then again, maybe being polite is a thing. Tomoya doesn’t actually remember much of the actual meaning of the word save for his old master hitting him whenever he wasn’t polite. His stomach doesn’t hurt, though, and he doesn’t feel like he’s going to be doing any ridiculous human things that usually warrant punishment, so maybe he’s being polite, already?
Yeah. That’s got to be it.
Tomoya copies the gestures—the itty bitty nod, the sticking out of his hand, and then he remembers that humans shake hands, and so he takes the younger man’s smaller one in his own and gives it a firm shake.
"Nagase Tomoya," he says. "I’m very new. Turn the lights on directly above me and I’m probably gonna sparkle you to death."
Tomoya’s mouth forms a grin. He’s got a lot of work to do with his people skills. “Good to meet’cha, Chanhee.”
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It was a stunning surprise to see such a manly figure striding within the halls. "Hello?" She called out curiously. "Excuse me who might you be?"
A voice!
He spins on his heel, hands in his pockets, and the sight of a woman has his expression taking on a bit of a confused note. It's not so much the fact that he's got anything against women as it is the fact that someone is asking for his identity.
Tomoya wonders if he looks cool, or something. If he's exuding some bodacious auras of gnarly awesomeness.
And he fucks it up by accidentally making a chirping sound from the back of his throat.
Clearing it harshly, the side of a fist to his lips, Tomoya tries again.
"Nagase," he replies. "Nagase Tomoya. Yo! I mean, ah--" His expression turns thoughtful. "... 'hello'?
"And who're you, Blackbird?"
"Well, I already have my own, but I believe there’s always space for new knowledge" The night elf slightly shrugged her shoulders, whilst a helpless cackle escapes her lips at the very much informal words of her new teacher. "To be honest that name is pretty accurate by this time of my life, but you can also call me Melyria, sir— I mean Nagase?" Another soft burts of laughter came out of her lungs as she closed her fist an banged it onto thin air; cheering along with him "Yeah!"
"Maaaa, if you can pronounce 'knowledge', you're probably already way out of my league." Tomoya makes it a big point to mispronounce knowledge on purpose; he stumbles over his vowels and doesn't go back to fix them.
He doesn't really have the makings of an amazing, successful professor. If anything, Tomoya's separation from the rest of society--be it human or magical--since his birth contributes almost whole-heartedly to his ineptitude of understanding what exactly makes a teacher... well. A teacher.
He'll get the hang of it, maybe. But he doesn't mind if the little bits call him Nagase.
"Mely... ria." He tests out her name and wrinkles his nose, licking at the back of his teeth before trying again. "Melyria."
Tomoya'd once been nothing but soft chirps and loud cries in the sky.
'Melyria' is not a bird sound.
"... you're killin' me, Lemonade."
"Welcome to Insolitus, sir." He said in a small voice and bowing.
This one's shy.
It's not that Tomoya blames him, or anything. He's pretty massive, what with being six foot one and all. And he figures being a new professor may as well put him on the paranoia map.
The bow is formal; he's not used to it at all, but he returns it out of respect and offers the young man a grin.
"Thanks." His voice is clear cut, if the word isn't abrupt. "No need to be scared, huh? I'm not gonna hurt you or nothin'."
Tomoya stands straight again, his hands shoved into the depths of his pockets.
"Name's Nagase. It's a pleasure, kiddo."
What an honor, sir /bowing her head, she salutes the new teacher/ I'm part of your class, I hope to learn wonderful tecniques thanks to you. Welcome.
"Wonderful techniques", huh...?
{He can't help the wry twitch of his lips, and he gives a quick nod of his head, thumb lightly swiping over the end of his nose as his other hand remains calm and unmoving in his pocket.}
I'll do my best not to let'cha down, Lemonade. Unless you got somethin' else I should call you...?
Ah--and the name's Nagase. Yeah! Let's have a good year.