Tea time is best time. [Open]

[Valus G'Layus]

Valus had set himself up in his office and was having it renovated. He wanted to be comfortable at work and his own room looked like this in the other world. To a point. He had spent much time isolated and on his own while fighting the Demons that plagued his head. Especially Jormungander. It was something he hadn't seen a long time. It was larger than he thought, but it was gone and he had become 'Dire Miralis' a black flame that cleansed all with in the Demon Realm. He was feared and hated in that place. He wasn't new to any of it. Anyone from the Demon realm would have heard of Valus' conquests of many High Powered Demons.

He went to the cafe and decided to get some tea. He heard that the place had some good things on sale and decided to see what was there. The place was kind of dead. There were some students tending the store and some cleaning tables that people had left from, not many of the seats were full. It was kind of funny as he ordered some Green Tea in a small kettle and and sat down with a small book of different Demons and Angels. He was curious on how the war was going between them and the one here. He missed a lot.

He sighed and put the book away after getting little to no where as the kettle and a cup was put in front of him. The waitress bowing to him and leaving right away. He smiled a bit and pulled out another book of his notes on the course he was teaching. He was sure that this place had a functioning theatre so he had to come up with a lesson plan for the year and send to who ever the headmaster was. He wasn't even sure on who. Or what it was. It sure wasn't Roxi.

He was reading through what he was given in his office as students, year and class schedules and all that. He was teaching pretty much most of the day. He had lunch a few other half hours free. So he was happy for that. The class would be interesting to see a new group of people and his own friends again. So he shrugged it off and began to run through his mind of what to do. Writing on sheets of paper to try and figure out what to do with the students he had.

He had lost himself for the most part, he was writing point form notes to try and figure out what to do. A lot of question marks, scratches on the page until it was full.

He then stopped for a moment remembered he had tea and filled his cup. Not putting in any sugar or milk he took a drink of it. It was hotter than he expected. So he took another drink of it. It wasn't something he had in a while. So he was happy for something new. that was a good thing for him.

"man, I cannot wait to get these classes under way. It has been ages since I taught anyone.. Well anything."


He said out loud. He wasn't caring for who was around for the most part as he started to plummet into a deep decent of his own mind, making small lists of what to do in classes. He wasn't too sure on how to go about it for the most part, but he was going to manage. Though he had hoped that someone would stop him. He was at it for most of the day trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't new to it. It was just the fact that nothing was going to stop him for the most part. He lost contact with the people he wished to get a hold of to see if they were okay, that wasn't sitting right with him. He had nothing to do but figure out his lesson plans for the most part.

He finished his tea cup and filled it up again. Putting the cup down on the small plate and pouring the liquid in the kettle to the cup. Then he spread the papers across the table to read up on everything that was going to be asked of him at the same time. The class he looked forward to was History of Theatre. Or Theatre History for the most part. That was his biggest class as well as one he was well versed in.

Though he had wanted to drink outside, maybe he could install a nice patio outside his place. He gave it some thought. Something small he could sit outside at and have a cup of tea or coffee while he was marking and listening to some nice slow music to enjoy his day. He then realized he changed topic in his head and sighed, coming back into the real life situation he was in.

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

Raqiyah had just come to the school only just a good week ago, and yet already she was hired to be a waitress at the Full Moon Cafe before she could even fully unpack. She wasn't entirely sure on how well she would do, in fact she wasn't even sure on who was there to hire her, but she honestly didn't mind as it seemed the cafe was worked 24/7 and thus she could work there at practically any time.

When she got there she was already in an appropriate attire, as when she arrived she was simply told to put on an apron and help out with orders that came by. Tieing the black apron onto herself, she noticed there seemed to be only a few students working there at the moment, a few cleaning tables and one or two running the store, in fact she seemed to be the only waitress there at the current time. With her first order she had struggled a bit, almost having dropped a small plate with a cup on it, but after learning on how to properly carry it she caught on quickly and was almost slithering around like a pro to every other table.

It seemed to had gotten quiet around there after an hour or so, and she had an order for a kettle and a cup of green tea, no added sugar or milk, she rubbed her chin for a moment but shrugged; not everyone liked sugar and milk in their tea. She would take the platter from the counter and slither on over to the small table, with a white haired man sitting there trying to read a book that she couldn't quite make out at first. She would hear him sigh and put his book down after she set the platter down and would lightly bow to him, before heading back to the counter to see if any other orders needed to be filled.

After hearing there wasn't going to be any orders for what seemed to be a while, she would kind of frown and lean up against the counter, this was easy work and she was enjoying this quite a bit had it not been so quiet. After waiting a bit she would hear a mans voice talking out load
"man, I cannot wait to get these classes under way. It has been ages since I taught anyone.. Well anything."

She would blink and was reminded that they did in fact still have a customer and she would bring out a new smaller platter with a hot kettle of green tea to the table, giving off a small smile she would politely tap the white haired man on the shoulder and ask "H- Hello sir, would you like a refill on your tea? I see a lot of papers here, would you happen to be a teacher by chance?" She seemed a bit nervous at first but quickly got what she wanted to say and would check to see if the kettle was nearing empty before replacing it and setting it on the platter she was holding.

[Valus G'Layus]

Valus had all his papers out on the table and slumped back into his chair and raised his hand to his eyes and rubbed them for a moment as he heard someone talk.

"H- Hello sir, would you like a refill on your tea? I see a lot of papers here, would you happen to be a teacher by chance?"

Valus looked over at the girl who had opened his kettle to check it and she was wearing an apron. He decided that it was a nice change of pace from what was going on in terms of that he's been working all day trying to get things set up as he was trying to remember some things about his job here, what was asked of him and what not. It was a little too secretive.

"Indeed, I am a Teacher. I teach Theatre. Mainly history though."


He remembered that she asked him if he wanted more tea and he was totally lost in his own work he slightly forgot. Even then it was something he wanted. He had time and funds to spare from odd jobs through the years so he wasn't too problematic about everything. He smiled a bit and tried to say something.


"Might as well keep it coming. If you want take a seat and join me. I have no issue with some company."


He said pointing at a seat across from him as he took another drink of tea and started to pile up the papers into neat stacks according to classes. Lighting, Audio, Costumes, Make up, History and a few others. He was pitching to run it as a 3 year thing for high school or college. Nothing big. Just basic information and Advanced information was on the site with different places he wanted to set up. He rubbed the back of his neck as his smile turned into a smirk.


"I'm Valus G'Layus. Nothing Formal about me. You are..?"


He said flicking the frills over his dress shirt that were tucked into his vest. He was joking for the most part he wasn't so much a teacher as a friend of students. They worked often together to do things so it wasn't an issue on him giving them extra time to do anything. He didn't want to be called 'Sir' or Mr. G'Layus. It wasn't something he wanted to know.

Though he had just met his now favorite student waitress giving him tea and talking to him. It was something nice to see from other places he has been to.

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

She would watch him think for just a moment to hear him say
"Indeed, I am a Teacher. I teach Theatre. Mainly history though."

She would nod and look over the spray of papers across the table, noting that he seemed to have quite a load of papers to go through, before hearing him speak once more and pointing to the chair across from him.
"Might as well keep it coming. If you want take a seat and join me. I have no issue with some company."

"Oh, alright then" She would look back to the counter and yell out "Just call to me if there is any other orders alright?" The person at the counter would nod before she would carefully take a seat in the chair across from the man, letting her tail sprawl out underneath her in a sort of weird fashion, as the chair was not entirely designed to hold a Naga.

She would look up to see the papers into nice, neat stacks, and she would blink and realize that she took enough time to get herself on the seat for the man to rearrange all of the papers. She would look off for a moment before seeing him rub the back of his neck and give off a smirk.
"I'm Valus G'Layus. Nothing Formal about me. You are..?"

As she would watch him flick out the frills in his dress shirt and she put her hands into her lap of sorts. "Well, Valus, my name is Raqiyah Neshala, but you can call me Raqi I guess.. You don't seem like any teacher I've heard of, although then again I guess I haven't really been able to go to a school...." She would whisper the last sentence, slightly look a bit down for just a moment and then bring herself back up.
"But besides the point, you teach Theatre History? I didn't think there was even a such thing to be honest." She would say as she would keep her hands well in her lap.

[Valus G'Layus]

Valus heard her call out that if she was needed for the counter to just call her out and he smiled a bit as he started to put the papers into folders and labeling them, he was taking his time with it to ensure he could read his own writing, it wasn't in English at all. It was in Abyssal. A form of language that demons spoke. It was odd lettering for most people the characters of the words were just plain different. Even then he started to order them.

"Pleasure Raqi. It's nice to see some people are here with some form of common sense."

Though he wasn't wrong he had dealt with many other people started to do some other things, call him names and what not. Then again it was a lot of students who had a god complex that inhibited them to learn anything and Valus knocked them back into place for a while. Showing that no matter how good you were, someone was willing to take you down.

He over heard her whisper and smiled a bit as he sighed.

"Well, I am not your average teacher. I used to teach at the old Akashibai. Before it was in ruins. It wasn't something I wanted to see."

She said something about theatre having history and he sighed. It wasn't something he wanted to get into over tea, but he decided to.


"Anything that happens with anything makes history. Anyone walking, this building is all history. That's how I look at it. History is a line of events that transpire in order to get from the past to present. Theatre surprisingly has been around for longer than some religions."


Either way he was looking at it from his past views anyways, he kept an eye on it always and grew up with it as more of a sub job for the most part, it was something to keep him busy for the most part and that he enjoyed so he wasn't just always doing things like injuring people or fighting, he worked alone and that was his strong point for the most part.

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

She would look over at the papers he was holding once more, and notice that they weren't in English, in fact they weren't even distinguishable at all to her. She would blink and raise an eyebrow for a moment before hearing something about some people having common sense around here, only replying in a nod before he would reply to her own whisper, she would perk up and hear about the old school.

"Oh.. I am terribly sorry for your loss, but it sounds like it was an amazing place"

She would then hear about a rather long speech about what history is and then that Theatre has been around for a long time. She would groan out and role her eyes, sitting back in her chair as much as she could.
"I already know what history is, I may have been taught by a tribe but we weren't just without normal knowledge. I just didn't know there was a Theatre History class at this school."

She would put her hands on the chair and attempt to move herself on it, finding it rather uncomfortable now as the chair seemed to start to strain and creek from her tail wrapping around the legs so many times.

"Can we.. Uhg.. Maybe talk about this.. While walking or something? This chair is really starting to dig into my- AAH!" Before she could even finish her sentence, the chair legs would snap inward and she would yelp, falling right onto a good amount of her tail and the chair as the chair legs seemed to just sprawl out in every direction but in. She seemed to look fine but the chair was utterly destroyed beneath her tail.
"Aww man..."

[Valus G'Layus]

Valus thought of the old school, a light smile grew on his face as he looked away from Raqi and his eyes almost scanned the area. He realized this was almost like the cafe at the old one. It had slight changes to it that wasn't there before hand, almost to accept people who were different. Races, creatures. Everything fun in the world that made society different and nice. The Yajuu and humans living together in the world was slowly happening. Though it took a lot of to do and Valus looked like a human himself. Though his other half wasn't.

"It used to be. Before war came to it and utterly destroyed it. It was like this place just.. A little different."


Even then he wasn't wrong. He used to live there in the Teacher Dorms that were there. He had his own little room in which he needed a new place to stay and decided to want to check out the theatre here and see what it had. Though it could be done another time, he wanted to enjoy the end of his long trek with some tea as he finished the cup as he smirked a bit as she rolled her eyes.

He understood and he thought he went a little too far. Theatre history isn't a normal class.

"I hold the classes so students here can go watch a show, participate in a show and learn different things about theatre. It's things humans do so I decided that it would be a nice change in pace for the Yajuu students here to enjoy it. I mainly go for history, but theatre itself is a job I enjoy."

He wasn't wrong. It was something he wanted to do. He said looking back at Raqi. He noticed her keep moving and seemingly squirming in the chair. He blinked a few times and then remembered she had a snake like lower half anyways. So he didn't give it much thought.

she was getting to ask about talking while walking when a large yelp was heard and Valus got up and walked over as the chair was utterly destroyed. Valus put out his hand and would help her up if she accepted. Though from where he was helping her the sight of what looked like to be the handle of a gun was peaking out from his back.


"They just don't make chairs as they used to anymore. I mean, these ones break so easily."

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

After she was on the ground, she would accept the help that Valus was giving her, partially lifting herself up with his hand as she would notice the gun handle. However, knowing that the war had only recently been over, she didn’t pay too much mind to it as she would dust herself off a bit.

“Well, it is nice you do something you like, especially something other students might like, I mean I’ve also heard that some teachers despise their jobs for one reason or another..”

She would stand up straight, reaching an easy 7 feet before she would stop rising, stretching out and popping her back as she would hear him say.
"They just don't make chairs as they used to anymore. I mean, these ones break so easily."

She would smile and actually giggle a bit, looking back to the counter and untieing her apron to set it on the table. “Yeah… I don’t think they were expecting a Naga to sit in these chairs though, let’s be honest here. But, in any case, we should probably get going before I break another chair”

She would look back to Valus and wait for him to gather up his things before slithering towards where he would head, staying beside him. She would then remember the handle of the gun and look over to ask him.
"Oh, I saw something on your back, did you happen to be in the war or something? Not to intrude or anything, if its personal.."

[Valus G'Layus]

As Valus helpe her up he had a smile on his face as he started to grab his things. He put his cloak on as he heard her talk. Saying that it was nice to do what they wanted. He sighed a little the fact that her words rang true when it came down to it. He watched her walk and put his bag over his shoulder. He then decided to speak.

"Yeah, some teachers are weird like that, they really don't care about there job or what they are teacher. Just here to be here. I though, enjoy teaching. I can teach some things, but others are things you gotta learn on your own."


Even then he wasn't wrong. He was there because he enjoyed teaching and wanted something to protect, to leave a legacy for others to follow and enjoy his presence while he was there before he died from either protecting the place or doing something someone thought was utterly stupid. Even then it was a lot of his time devoted to the school. It wasn't fighting that thrilled him. Even though he loved a good fight. It was getting a group together and having a good time. That was it.

"Well, even then. Sometimes they don't expect a Dragon, yet they would probably come here, doesn't help that this place is huge and have an outside area for it. Though they would probably come in as humans. That would be better."


He started to walk out the door and started to open the door and hold it open for Raqi. When he heard he ask about his gun he patted it on his back and smiled a little as he closed the door after her and started to walk. The gun wasn't just a gun to him.

"I've had this thing for a long time. It's personal and more of a story behind it. Nothing.. Really too personal."

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

She would watch and wait for him to gather his things, before heading towards the door, hearing behind her as she slithered along.

"Yeah, some teachers are weird like that, they really don't care about their job or what they are teaching. Just here to be here. I though, enjoy teaching. I can teach some things, but others are things you gotta learn on your own."

“I suppose, but I guess the saying let the student earn their scales is a way to put it maybe? Or something along those lines, I mean I’ve only used that term when people aren’t good at card games and call me a cheater for some odd reason.”

She would blink at her own statement for a moment and put her wrists behind her back for a moment, although for just a sheer moment, she would see a light out of the corner of her eye, noticing a gleem coming off of a metal tea pot that was left on the table, she would feel suddenly drawn to it, as if the entire world around her suddenly disappeared but this one, gleaming, pot.

It seemed like an hour in her mind, but she would hear the door open up near her and she would blink and quickly glance over, having opened the door Valus was holding it for her, she would smile and quickly slither out with him.

"I've had this thing for a long time. It's personal and more of a story behind it. Nothing.. Really too personal."

“More of a story behind it? Your gun? Well, I’m not an expert, but I think a history deserves a bit of a lesson. I’ll teach you a bit of my own weapons history if you teach me a bit of yours.”

She would give off almost a daring grin, swaying herself to show off the holsters that seemed to easily show three possible sword sheaths, there also seemed to be a fourth strap, but she would pull herself away before anyone could get a good look at it, besides her hands and wrists covering her behind in a locked grasp.

[Valus G'Layus]

He found that it was a very simple way of looking at things, some people would call her a cheater. Some would call her lucky. It was all in the group you play with. He had a small flash back of playing cards with some of the teachers and a wide smile crept upon his face. He was hoping to find the same here.

He eventually snapped back to reality and realized it was his turn to talk.

"Card games? I see. Though earning your 'scales' is a term I have never heard. Even then, sometimes card games are left to a game of chance. Some people cheat themselves since they aren't good. Sort of fun to catch them on it."


He wasn't wrong. He had seen his own fair share of cheaters and caught them on it, he was talking with Raqi through a small courtyard as he was looking for something as well. It was some kind of place in order to summon something. Even then, it wasn't something he needed and was only there in case something happened then he had a fighting chance. Though his gun would be able to help him he wanted another weapon in his hands. 

Valus kept looking forward and decided to either tell her the whole thing or just make a few things up. So he started to talk.

"Well, My dad, who was a full demon. Pretty powerfull one at that. Had this created from me, it looks like it's made out of gold, but it's made out of a mineral that is only findable in one place. Though it's a secret. I have never been told where he found the things for it, nor any clues. Though this doesn't shoot bullets like your average gun" He pulled out the gun and aimed it at a tree branch, as he pulled the trigger, no bullet casing flew out. but a bullet flew out. It had almost like black electricity flowing through it as the branch was hit and fell off the tree. "It shoots my concentrated demonic prowess. My will if that. Though I have it for what seems like Centuries. I have not changed it since it's more sentimental. In memory of my Mother, last thing given to my by my father. Kind of a buzz kill."


Once Valus said that, he looked over at Raqi. With a smirk on his face he said.


"Though, this one isn't my only friend I got away with carrying around."

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

"Card games? I see. Though earning your 'scales' is a term I have never heard. Even then, sometimes card games are left to a game of chance. Some people cheat themselves since they aren't good. Sort of fun to catch them on it."

She used to be called a cheater a lot back when the only thing she had was gambling and a shelter home, although thankfully she didn’t have to do either of those for very long (She probably would’ve strangled somebody after the second time of being called that), for as soon as she got accepted into the academy she jumped right onto it knowing her father would have probably wanted her to get a sort of education he did back when he was young.

“Well, I, for one don’t cheat and love to take my chances, even sometimes against the odds of others, so long as those odds are possible, of course.”

She would notice they had been walking for quite a bit and then stop as she would hear him speak about his pistol, which was made by his demon father not out of gold but something found in one place, she would blink at it for a moment and then look down to the fourth strap around her waist, bringing out a little locket out from underneath the side of her dress as she knew he wasn’t really looking.

She would then hear it doesn’t even shoot bullets, she would be slightly confused and put away the locket, looking to Valus for a moment and seeing him aim at a tree, before firing some sort of black bullet out of the chamber, yet no casing came out as she would watch the branch of the tree blown off by it.

"It shoots my concentrated demonic prowess. My will if that. Though I have it for what seems like Centuries. I have not changed it since it's more sentimental. In memory of my Mother, last thing given to my by my father. Kind of a buzz kill."

“Well, I know how that is, I mean the whole sentimental thing… We have to have something sometimes to remember family if they aren’t around anymore. I don’t really have powers, but I guess I have fangs?”

*She would open her mouth for just a moment as if to prove a point as sharp fangs would jut out a bit from her mouth, her forked tongue flicking about for a moment before retracting them back in and closing her mouth again. “It gets really awkward to eat sometimes with those…”

[Valus G'Layus]

Valus kept walking hearing the slithering beside him as he was walking. He made it to a small courtyard area. It was almost the same as before. He sighed for a moment and just looked around as he sighed heavily. He had flashbacks of what happened during the war. He gripped his hand and the flashback ended. He left this place for that reason, to also help try to take off strain off the school and he looked over at Raqi as he stopped in front of a pool of water. More like a pond, but he remembered watching students hang out in the water.

"Indeed, taking chances are something that in life must be taken. It makes life far more interesting from what I gather. I mean, I am no stranger to taking chances, but I'm not getting any younger. Though, I'm not as old as some people think. Don't let the grey hair fool you."

He said with a smile on his face. He looked towards Raqi again and the smile changed to a smirk as he began to talk again. At this point, he was enjoying someone to talk to that wasn't just himself or his notes.

"Yeah, at the same time. I used to have another, but I kind of maybe sort of lost it. At the same time, I do got a sword, but it's something I gotta summon from another plane so to speak, he's... A bit of a dick to put it lightly."


He said, looking back at the pool, he wasn't wrong, his sword Bahamut did talk. It was infused with a sould of a demon as he gave it though. His blade was his best friend and only in the demon world could he take his original form. He took at a look at her fangs and he smiled a bit.

"Keep those things away from my neck Raqi, though even if you don't have any powers, this place is a safe haven for our kind. When we are abnormal from society, we are welcomed here. I got an office not too far from the Theatre here if you need anything you should find me there. Just knock before entering."

[Raqiyah D Neshala]

"Indeed, taking chances are something that in life must be taken. It makes life far more interesting from what I gather. I mean, I am no stranger to taking chances, but I'm not getting any younger. Though, I'm not as old as some people think. Don't let the grey hair fool you."

“Heh, well I think we’d get along just fine in a game of cards, don’t let my cute looks fool you though, im as sly as a fox.” She would let out a giggle before noticing the pond in front of them, twisting herself for a moment so that some of her tail would lightly splash into the water, the tip of her tail would then swish about in it.

"Yeah, at the same time. I used to have another, but I kind of maybe sort of lost it. At the same time, I do got a sword, but it's something I gotta summon from another plane so to speak, he's... A bit of a dick to put it lightly."

“Kind of maybe lost it? I don’t really understand what you mean by ‘lost it’ I mean, did you maybe forget it at a home or something?” She would smile a bit after hearing about the sword but then blink for a moment “You sword is a dick? Does it talk or something? Last I checked swords don’t talk… But then what do I know, I didn't know this school existed until about two weeks ago.."

She would blink at the next statement and laugh a bit “Oh please… The neck would be the last place I’d go for unless you were right on me.. It’s easier to hit an arm or a leg” She would then smile and nod “I think I will, maybe you can show me a trick or two, but knock before entering? What, you doin stuff you ain’t supposed to be doing?” She would raise an eyebrow and lean in with a jokingly sly grin.