Post by Desirae Nazarian on Jun 3, 2017 3:56:37 GMT
The majority of students who knew Des exclusively from her active and demanding classes couldn't imagine her anywhere near the building for relaxation clubs. Despite this misconception, the professor was actually a frequent visitor.
Desirae could be found in this first floor club room whenever she didn't have some other responsibility during the day. The gathering could be considered an informal club, with herself being an even more informal advisor, though the title was unbefitting. After all, she was not needed here because of any of her skills as an educator, but rather for her skills as a nullifier.
In a school filled with teens possessing inhuman abilities, it was only natural for a subset of them to have inconvenient or uncontrolled powers. This room, filled wall to wall with her nullifying aura, was simply a place where these students (or professors, occasionally) could feel normal. It was an opportunity that Des herself had never been offered.
She never did know which students would trickle in on what days. Sometimes it was quiet, with everyone drawing or working on classwork. Other days, super-strength types would challenge each other to unenhanced arm wrestling competitions just to see what it was like. The only rule was that the activities were not to get too out of hand.
Today, anyone inside the window-lined room would be able to see Des walking briskly through the gardens soaked by the morning's rain, and soon afterwards hear her boots' footsteps approaching down the hall. She appeared perfectly aware that she was uncharacteristically late.
"One of my archery students managed to shoot right through his own foot," she said as she opened the door to explain the reason behind her lax timing. It was amazing how defiantly self-destructive some of her students could be. Simply amazing.
Desirae could be found in this first floor club room whenever she didn't have some other responsibility during the day. The gathering could be considered an informal club, with herself being an even more informal advisor, though the title was unbefitting. After all, she was not needed here because of any of her skills as an educator, but rather for her skills as a nullifier.
In a school filled with teens possessing inhuman abilities, it was only natural for a subset of them to have inconvenient or uncontrolled powers. This room, filled wall to wall with her nullifying aura, was simply a place where these students (or professors, occasionally) could feel normal. It was an opportunity that Des herself had never been offered.
She never did know which students would trickle in on what days. Sometimes it was quiet, with everyone drawing or working on classwork. Other days, super-strength types would challenge each other to unenhanced arm wrestling competitions just to see what it was like. The only rule was that the activities were not to get too out of hand.
Today, anyone inside the window-lined room would be able to see Des walking briskly through the gardens soaked by the morning's rain, and soon afterwards hear her boots' footsteps approaching down the hall. She appeared perfectly aware that she was uncharacteristically late.
"One of my archery students managed to shoot right through his own foot," she said as she opened the door to explain the reason behind her lax timing. It was amazing how defiantly self-destructive some of her students could be. Simply amazing.
