The Other Side

Being a teacher wasn't the easiest job in the world but Trent had been enjoying it. Every day he tried to engage his students whenever possible. Right now he was actually calculating how many oozes he was going to need to retrieve from another universe to teach his students about the magical biology of a creature that in some definitions had no biology.

"Hmm.... I should probably grab only a few greens. Won't want the plasma getting out and about terrorizing the students..." He mumbled to himself as he wrote a few complicated looking notes down in his note pad that he had in front of him. Judging what he was going to need to build to keep the gelatinous creatures contained safely so the students could observe them. It was then that he heard a young man's voice talking to him. Blinking Trent looked up from his notes to the man.

"Oh, sorry... was entrenched in some expense calculations." it took him only a few moments to recall what the man had asked just a moment ago. "Oh no, not particularly. How may i assist you?"

The supply closest...yes, that was a good question. Most of the stuff Trent used was from his own personal funds and he brought most of it from his Lair. Putting a hand to his chin Trent delved into his draconian memory trying to remember where the keys usually were. From what Trent was remembering there was a couple of different supply closets depending on what the faculty needed. "Well I guess that would depend on what sort of supplies are needed. I'm the teacher for Multi-Dimensional Mythical Creature Biology, most of the equipment I need I make myself or grab from back home."

Though if the young man was just asking for basic supplies then that could easily be obtained. "Though for general stuff, like paper, pencils and the like. The keys to the General Supplies are just right over there by the door. Don't need everyone to have special keys." taking a moment to look the young man up and down and blinking for a moment Trent stood up and brushed off his mage robes.

"You know, I don't think I've seen you around before. Must be new." Trent put his hand forward to shake hands with the young man. "Trent Evensman, like I said before Teacher of the MDMC Biology. and you?"

"Well glad to say Welcome to the Faculty, though the circumstances behind it could have been better." Taking the hand shake whole heartedly. "Now for the fireproofing spells, hmm..." Once Trent broke the handshake he brought the hand up to his chin. "If I remember correctly they put those near the training rooms themselves. I'll walk with you, get to know the new man in a sense." Trent gave Valli a friendly smile. He took a brief moment to grab some keys from his desk before motioning for Valli to follow him.

"Now Valli, are you going to be teaching or going to go more along the lines of School Therapist? Helping those student who may have had... difficulties that have cause mental trauma?" Trent said in with a light conversational tone. Though in his head that he wished that they had someone like Valli back home. That ancient fallen avatar had been quite traumatizing. "Hope we can take better care of the students after that whole Corn Maze incident."

Trent listened to Valli with interest as they walked the halls. It was true that making a curriculum was hard Trent was learning that while he was teaching. Certain things were easier to implement into a class then others. Though one thing was different from what Valli was telling him, Trent never got a degree to teach. Everything Trent had learned he had experienced from his time adventuring and exploring. "I actually don't have a degree in teaching my young friend. But everything I've learned over my life I have lived. Nothing in my class have the students done that I didn't do in some dark cave, or ancient crypt."

"Use to be an adventurer. Or well, I guess that term might not have the same weight here then from where I come from... In other terms I guess you could say I was part Explorer part Monster Exterminator... Maybe a Hero is a better way to say it." Trent shrugged, "I've had to face the unknown and sometimes learn how to kill the unknown for the saftey and defense of empires. Some of those horrors though, now that I've lived here for some years, could have been the students or the parents of students here."

But Trent waved off his comment like it was nothing. "But I do agree, a lot of students here have had their troubled pasts. Some even have a nack to try to hunt for their origions." Trent raised a finger in the air like he just remembered something. "Do you know a Hudson Ward? He's a student of mine, had a talk with him a while ago. I think it would be a good idea to point you in his direction. The boy needs help and I've tried to give him the most that I could in my own field."

Valli seemed to back pedal on the subject of being taught how to instruct hatchling. Trent just waved his hand through the air like he was clearing away smoke. "No need to apologize my young friend. We all have our own confidences, it could also be that in my subject was best learned in the field. But not many have the capabilities to face the unknown and come back whole. So I bring the field to the young so they can be better prepared for what they might face."

When the subject about getting Mr Ward therapy was back in the focus Trent gave a small sigh, so many confirmations and counter-confirmations that any end result would be skewed in any direction. "I was more asking to see if you might approach him. Coming from me as a teacher it might sound like a command. But alas tis neither here nor there."

As Trent walked for a bit in his own thoughts he blinked and stopped in his tracks. His breathing became rougher as he put a hand on the nearest wall and he closed his eyes. He could feel his massive draconian weight pressing him from all sides, this wasn't the first time nor would it be the last. When he opened his eyes again they would briefly flash a slitted pupil like that of a cat but with reptilian coloration before shifting back to human norms. "Sorry about that... had... had to catch my breath." It was a lame explanation but how else would he explain it.