“Hi there, Sir Vichear Hoshi! I would like to introduce myself as a fellow dealer of business," Vichear was picking up his tophat that Kess knocked off, dusting it off before he looked up to the person approaching him, inwardly sighing. Was this another idiot, one that thought that his services were as cheap as an internet search? Still, he put on his business face, a big grin, one meant to be friendly. You may call me Rain Mirren. Or 「The Merchant」, for my business side name. My side of business is in goods and services. I can get a hold of almost any item that exists within this world. Services are the same. And same for other services too~♪” Vichear could pick up that Rain was rolling his tongue slightly to make a slight, but definitely noticeable playfully teasing tone. However, something happened that caught Vichear's attention. Opening up two portals between the palm of each hand, Rain let a stream of 24 karat gold coins, $100 bills, diamonds, and other similar representations of cash flow from his right palm on top into the left palm on the bottom before shutting off both portals and dusting his hands off by his sides.
This was an opportunity the fellow business man had to seize. However, diving head first way too fast would prove disastrous. He would have to play his cards right...
“My only stipulation of my business partners is they pay a matching price of their request. But I’m sure that two people like us in the world of business can work out something between us two, if you wish~♪ I would enjoy getting to know you better after all.“ With a sleight-of-hand, Rain pulled out a business card* from somewhere, sliding it across Vichear’s desk. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir Vichear Hoshi. I do hope we become comfortable business partners.” With another small bow, Rain gazed at Vichear’s face as he waited for the second-year’s response.
Vichear spun his hat around, placing it on his head before tipping it to Rain. "The pleasure is all mine," He said back with a polite tone. "I have to say, you are perhaps the only one to value information. Most here are just meatheads rushing into their next fight," He had a small grin. "So as a sign of goodwill and to commemorate a good partnership, I will allow you to use my services once for free. From there, you can determine if we can be... mutually beneficial to each other," Vichear was no fool. He could no risk angering one with good connections, so in the end, Rain held most of the power.
He would have to bid his time, either becoming a viable informant, or create his own connections. Either way, this would be interesting, no doubt about it.
And then abruptly, A man in a red hood and cloak that covered his body appeared in front of the class. No noise, no sign that he entered. He just appeared.
"Good morning class! I am your teacher, The Globe!" He said, his voice projecting through the whole class. He had a friendly tone of voice, and seemed excited to be there. "If you will take your seats, then we will take roll!" When everyone had sat down, he took his paper, calling roll, placing a check mark next to people as they answered him. However, when he came to the end of his list, he looked up to Ririna. "Um... excuse me, but you aren't in my class. At least not according to my list. If you want to sit in and listen to my lecture, I don't mind, but try to go to your actual class tomorrow, okay? The last thing we need is a pissed off teacher on day two," He placed his hand inside of his hood, looking like he was pushing up a pair of glasses, despite them being unable to see his face. "Now if you don't mind, I'll start with an easy question today,"
The lesson begins
The teacher began to pace in front of his desk as he spoke. "So, we all know how society functions today. Heroes and villains fight against each other, each with their own goals and ways to achieve them. Now, allow me to pose this question. What is a villain?" he looked around the room, before pointing at Patton. "You, Mr. Grisaille, what do you believe a villain to be?" Patton looked up at The Globe, before answering,
"The guy who fights the hero," The Globe nodded.
"A simple answer, no? But let's break this down more. Surely there is more to a villain than just that," He said before looking around the room. He pointed to Randall. "Mr. Dukes. Why do the heroes fight the villains?"
"Because that's what heroes do! They fuck with our plans."
"Yes, that is true. They do fuck up our plans, however, that doesn't answer my question. What is the motivation behind this?" Looking around, he pointed to Kess. "Ms. Branwen, why do heroes oppose villains?"
"Because they think they're right... and we're wrong. Think they're better than us when they're just as fucked up and pig-headed as all the rest of these clowns," she sounded very pissed, and she refused to make eye contact with anyone else. The Globe sighed.
"While your answer is acceptable, I ask you do not pick fights or make fun of your fellow students while I am teaching. I rather not have to drop dump trucks on people while I'm trying to educate all of you," He said before continuing. "However, she is right. Heroes do believe they have a moral high ground on us. But why? What makes them right, and us wrong?" He looked around, before pointing at Inu. "Mr. Gamaroshi, what gives them the moral high ground? Exactly why are they considered right?"
Inu looked up from his notebook, before tapping his chin with his paper. "Well... they uphold the laws society has. So they would be seen as right,"
"Exactly!" The Globe suddenly interjected, snapping his fingers. "Now, allow me to ask, who made these rules of society? The people? No, they were indoctrinated in these ways from childbirth. The real answer is people from many centuries ago, people who have no idea how the world would evolve, and in no way could anticipate things like superhuman abilities," he went back to pacing. "So, if people from a long time ago made the rules, and people blindly follow them, it would be easy to call them... slaves of the system, would it not?" He turned to the class. "And heroes are the ones that keep the world in that ridged mindset. In a way, villains are only villains because we refuse to become slaves to an unjust system, instead choosing to take the world in our own hands and form our own destinies," Even though they couldn't see his face, they could tell he was smiling.
"Now, if that's the case... you could say heroes are much worse than they claim us to be," He smiled and went back to behind his desk. "Now, I am going to pair you all up, and I want you to talk to the person you're paired up with about what exactly you believe a villain is," He looked down at his paper. "Camille Leroux and Patton Grisaille will be one group. Jin Yukihara and Rain Mirren. Inu Gamaroshi and Kess Branwen. Ali Nitsua and Mary Bourque. Eva Thanamors and Devin Kismet...," He paused as he looked at his sheet. "Randall Dukes and Vichear Hoshi will be the final group," if Ririna stayed behind, he'd turn to her. "If you wish to join in the discussion, just insert yourself to any group," And with that, he sat down, letting the others to start their debates.
"No it is not tech,"
Arleigh's gun-hand was then engulfed in a small, black cloud of smoke, the reformed back into her normal hand. Of course, that is to say, except for her index finger that was then engulfed in another, smaller cloud of smoke and reformed into something in the shape of a pen. "It is, however, sweet."
As Arleigh said this, there was a comically small and high-pitched bang from the barrel-tip of Arleigh's pen-gun finger, a tiny, red bolt of energy erupted from the tip and hitting the new kid square in the forehead with all the force of a flick of Arleigh's finger.
The kid in question rubbed his forehead in response.
Arleigh turned and pointed at Victor with her thumb. "I think this guy is, though. He was talking to his phone before."
Victor sighed and cleared his throat. "Sadly my powers aren't able to turn body parts into guns or anything like that. As cool as that would be."
he said, before shaking his head. "I'm actually a technopath. Victor McCoy, or Vic."
he said, extending a hand out towards the newcomer.
"Right, technopath. One who talks at phones. My name is Arleigh Schmidt. I am guns."
Arleigh paused for a moment. "Do you ever get the feeling like it is maybe... more peaceful than perhaps it should be? Or perhaps that there is some, great conflict that you are not currently experiencing?""I mean, it's Lowhaven. I'm sure someone's getting away with murder somewhere," The boy said, before pointing a thumb at himself. "I'm Akira Togogashi. Nice to meet y'all! I have the power of not having a power! I'm pretty good at tinkering with stuff, though!"
He sat in his seat next to Victor, scratching his cheek. "So... umm... you think the teacher is going to show up, or...?"
The Arrival of a Villain
As soon as the words left his mouth, a portal opened in the chalkboard, fire being able to be seen through it, and the screams of the damned filled the room. A hand come out from the portal, and a being completely lit on fire pulled himself through it, standing behind the desk, folding his arms and staring intimidatingly at the class. The portal closed, and the fire suddenly died, revealing Adolf Hitler standing before them, wearing a cape over his uniform. The cape fluttered in an invisible wind as he stared at the group of four.
"Hello, und velcome to History class. I am Adolf Hitler, but you may call me Mr. Hitler, or mein Fuhrer," He said, his voice thick with a German accent. "Ve are here to learn apout zee hisdory of fillainy. If you listen clozely, you may affoid zee misdakes of zee bast, und zucceed vere others haffe failed!" He paused, thinking to himself. "Now, zeeing as ve haffe zuch ein small class, I vill ask all of you to come up to zee front und tell us vy you zink Hisdory is imbordant. Ve vill... sdart vith you!" he said, pointing at Victor. "Und zen you!" He quickly redirected his finger to Arleigh. "Zen zee one zat looks like he dunked his head in ein fat of oranges," He said, referring to Akira. "Und finally you!" he pointed at Katie. "Vat are you vaiding for, get schtarted!"