Private Hi I'm the new staff and uM *internally panicking*

Titus wasn't really having a particularly interesting day. His classes were effectively done and had gone without anything notable happening. This was good in a sense, a sign that his students were improving with their control exercises. He had lunch with his son, and now he was taking care of a bit of business in the offices. He wasn't expecting anyone else to come around, but here someone was.

He turned to see who it was. Someone unfamiliar, and she looked a little lost. He knew that face all too well. She didn't even have to tell him she was new, it was written all over her. "Well, I'm Titus. Guess you could say I'm somewhat of a veteran teacher here. Did you need something?"

Titus caught her brief apprehension, but said nothing about it. She'd realize fairly quickly she'd have nothing to worry about with him. She was new, and wanted some advice. Fair enough, he was fairly sure he was qualified to give it.

"Ah, yeah you've got those first year jitters. I was like that back when the earth was young," he joked a bit. He definitely didn't look it, but he had been teaching for a long time at this point. "Personally, I say just relax and be yourself. Have fun with your class, and understand what you will and won't tolerate in your class. Some stuff should be a given, but hm..." he smiled and shrugged. "There's definitely a fine line to walk. In that sense some of it is just learning by experience."

"I think you're underestimating yourself. You don't necessarily need big bombastic abilities to be an effective teacher. With teaching self defense it's less about how bombastic your abilities are, and more how you use them. Use the right tricks and you could even beat someone like me, a fire user," he grinned. "And if you don't believe me, I have an older brother who probably has a similar physiology to you so yeah."

"Well yeah, but in a different sense. My oldest sister asked me to take in an egg that was on the verge of hatching. With us an egg can be dormant for centuries before deciding to hatch. So should an egg become orphaned we take them and keep them safely hidden in a vault. Anyway, this one was showing faint signs of activity. There wasn't really anyone else who could do it, so I took it in," he started going through his phone.

"I didn't think I came remotely close to being a parent. I'd spent the last few odd centuries being a fighter. Not to mention I was on my own. But I must have some kind of knack for kids, because now he's the student council president," he showed her a picture of Orsick on his phone. "That's to say, you might not feel cut out for it, but you may be more qualified than you realize."

"Self defense isn't necessarily the same as fighting normally. You're more or less teaching them to control a situation long enough to run away from it. And Orsick's a good kid. A bit of a wise ass, but that kinda runs in the family," he smiled. It seemed like he'd caught her a bit off guard with his comment about her qualifications.

"Don't focus on your shortcomings so much, focus on what you're doing for your kids. Trust me when I say they'll pick up on that and reciprocate in kind," he was considering his working schedule. "I wouldn't say it's particularly stressful. Though my schedule's a little different from others being a scout and all. They're good with accomodating schedules so..."