What we have a dust class? (Open to 4)

“ok …...so hmmmm.” one of her arms holding some papers for her new class. “Hmmm….so it’s like mid or later school year. What can i really do hmmmm….I’m so going to have to have a talk with the headmistress after this.” She stopped in front of the door to her new classroom. She still have no idea what she was going to do so late in the school year.

She opened the door and walked in and looked around and giggled a little. “It still looks the same as it did last time i seen it.” She smiled and walked to the front of the class and sait on her desk and set her papers down next to and just waited to see if anyone would show up. To help pass the time she pulled out the book she had on her and started to do some reading.

A furrowed brow on his face, a look of discern in his eyes, Richard had dragged himself into a lecture hall. He looked to his left, he looked to his right... he was the only student in the room right now. There was someone at the front sitting atop the lecturer's desk, looking over some kind of tome, Richard was not one for making assumptions but he could put two and two together to tell she was the teacher. She didn't look particularly old, nor particularly experienced. While he was glad her hair was short he clothes were... garish to say the least. Covering four fifths of her body but made from a variety of materials; seemingly differing in both colour and texture. One glove, one arm, a thigh and her chest exposed... it was a bizarre apparel for certain. Letting her know he was present he let out a low grunt. Before making his way toward a chosen desk.

He wanted to take a seat near the back, however with such an empty room he was almost certain someone would knock into him or make some stupid noise if he did. Thusly Richard opted to sit around the middle, arriving at his desk dressed in his usual messy garb. A heavy blue and white jumper, his strange blue hat, his concealing scarf and a set of baggy trousers. Beneath his scarf he had not brought his weapon, for once, rather opting to bring every single dust crystal that he owned.

Letting out a sigh he swung his booted feet up onto the table, letting loose a deep yawn, continuing to scan the lecturer in hopes of unearthing something interesting. Even if it was simply the origin of her bizarre outfit and not the likes of her weapon or fighting style. Like... there had to be some kind of reason for that choice. She was leaving herself super open to attack in some places but not others.