xavier_institute

So… this is going to be an awkward introduction.

[Enter a big scruffy man on the comm, looking pretty meek for how gruff and manly his appearance is. And then he clears his throat, and the authority kicks in.]

My name is Bigby Wolf, and I’m a combat trainer here for the older kids starting this semester. A little higher level than what Beifong's teaching, but it should be easy to pick up. Some of you may already know me as, uh… [He hesitates a bit.] …The Big Bad Wolf. And there are a lot of rumors circling because of that, but I assure you I wouldn’t get a position here unless Xavier trusted me. He especially wouldn’t let me near kids if he thought I was still…

[Eating them. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

Let’s see, what can I tell you… I was a sheriff over in District X until I came here, so I’ve got plenty of experience catching criminals. Even caught a few of… well, I guess around here you call ‘em supervillains. I guess you could kind of call me one of those two… or an ex-villain, at least.

[A nervous chuckle ends in him popping out a carton of Huff’n’Puffs and lighting himself a cigarette.] I understand a lot of people are going to be nervous around me, I’m not going to stop them from voicing complaints. But the class is optional, so you don’t have to be near me if you don’t want to be. For whatever reason.

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So I can hope... I didn't do much research on the other teachers before I came here.

[Which in retrospect he feels he should have, after meeting Christelle.]

I don't know, I thought I should mention it publicly since I've already gotten a... complaint. [More like being teased like a middle schooler.]

I don't think she's here any more, seeing how one of us has her old job. But seriously, I'm sure it'll be fine.

At the very least I appreciate the thought.

So... you don't mind me calling you Beifong, do you? I don't want to end up with my foot in my mouth or anything.

Nah, it's no big deal. I'm probably not going to call you Wolf though as that just sounds funny.

Bigby's fine. I'm not too big on last names usuall, but it seemed more uh... formal.

Formal.

[Toph makes a noise of vague disgust]

Formality's overrated. I'm okay either way, but seriously, there's nothing formal about this place.

It's... a lot fancier than I'm used to. I guess I'm not sure how to act yet.

[Toph is a few days shy of nineteen. How did she get the job of "reassuring her older coworkers"?

Oh yeah, being sensible]

Trust me, if it's anything like when I was here five years ago? It's fancy only in name. I mean sure, we might avoid people spiking the punch this time around but y'never know.

[Bigby never knew how much he could feel like a fish out of water until it occurs to him he's getting reassured by a blind nineteen year old.

But screw it, he respects her. And he is feeling much better]

Well, you were a student here not too long ago, right? I'd be surprised if you were very formal about anything.

Pfft, even then only a few of the teachers were formal. Again: in hindsight, my favorite teacher was a total psycho.

Well, better than a boring teacher, I guess. Maybe the kids'll start bragging about surviving the Big Bad Wolf or something.

--you should totally make shirts with that on it for the end of school.

...That's not a bad idea, actually.

If they pass, give them a t-shirt so they can brag about it. If they don't, no free shirts.

I think I will. Might need some help making them happen, are you volunteering?

I can find a place that'll make them no problem. If all else fails, talk to the art teachers about getting this to be a project for their kids.

I'm sure they can pass this off as fine art, yeah.

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