Scandal Waiting to Happen (Fianna)

[Alvis Hartmann]

Alvis was sitting in his office relaxing while enjoying a cup of tea. The man had just finished doing a bit of paperwork that had piled up thanks to the newly opened school year. He was relaxed to say the least, knowing that such a large burden had been released from him. A fan was blowing off to the side, cooling the room that had become rather hot recently. The man had loosened his clothing a bit for that reason. After all, he wasn't expecting any company. If anything, it looked a bit like he had hastily put his clothes on when he got up for work. Either way, the man could care less.

With a sigh, the man reclined in his chair before looking out the window of his office. His office consisted of a large desk with some filing cabinets and shelves off to the side. On his desk were a few little miniatures of Pokemon as well as a picture of him and his brother; a photo taken about two years ago if he recalled correctly. The man sighed as he stretched a bit. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he should do now that his work was done. The man didn't exactly have any "hobbies." All he had were his meaningless methods to pass time. Certainly he could see what some of the other teachers were up to, but that might be a bit of a bother for them. Of course, he could always go to the lounge for some drinks. He occasionally had interesting conversations with the other staff and the wardens there that way. In fact, that's what the man ended up deciding on. Packing up his bag, the man got ready to stand up and head out of his office. It was time to relax! Or so he thought.

The man heard a knock on the door. Odd. He wasn't expecting anyone right now. It could have been a number of things. Probably another staff member. Though, there was the off chance that it was a student too. Come in. The man called out to the person behind his office door halfheartedly. He would get this taken care of quickly and head straight to the lounge. Simple as that.

[Fianna Hayes]

Fianna was the sort of person that could enjoy a good workout. She wasn't one to enjoy a “sweat”, though. Mainly because, you know, she kind of couldn't. Whenever she did physical work, she always took a number of precautions to make sure that she could still cool. Generally, though, this included being barely-clothed (which didn't bother her, but seemed to bother others?) and using damp rags to regularly wipe her scarred half down. So, naturally, the girl had not attended the first PE class, having been aware of the uniform. Instead, she opted to check in with the coach after the fact, hoping to discuss and perhaps negotiate some things.

That said, she wasn't looking for some special treatment- not in the direct sense. If she was a prissy little princess, she could have opted for purely indoor, educational classes, after all. Fortunately, she didn't mind getting dirty, rough, or downright forceful if the situation called for it, or even just for good, old-fashioned fun. No, she was hoping to get some leeway with the uniform, to accommodate her circumstances, and nothing more. If some strings could be pulled, great! Things could proceed without a problem. If nothing could be done, though? She'd just have to opt out of the class and exercise on her own. If doing it with other students was a no-go, at least officially through class, then she could just train her body alongside her Pokemon.

Either way, the young lady considered her stance and arguments, if they'd be required, before knocking on the door to an office belonging to an “Alvis Hartmann”. Hopefully, he was a man full of heart! Given the okay, she opened the door, and two sets of things caught her eye- the man himself and then the set of mini-Pokemon statues on his desk. Full of heart? Definite. She was willing to bet this guy was just a huge mass of fluff on the inside. Even if he looked slightly intimidating. Oh well, she looked like a monster, front a few angles, so she knew better than to judge by appearances.

”I hope I'm not bothering you?” Her tone was mildly uncertain, but, then again, she was addressing a teacher, so it kind of went without saying that she didn't want to bother them. Sure, it might've been their job, but it would have left a bad taste in her mouth if she disrupted some paperwork. For PE. Whatever that paperwork could have possibly been. Closing the door behind her, she stepped further into the blonde man's office. ”I was hoping to ask you some things regarding PE, if that's okay.” She closed the space between herself and the desk. ”I'm Fianna Hayes. It's nice to meet you, Coach Hartmann.” Even if the order was a bit off, the girl was, in fact, polite. She even offered her hand. You know, the burned one. Because that totally wasn't awkward.

[Alvis Hartmann]

Sitting back in his chair, the man blinked as a student appeared in his doorway. It was a girl who appeared to be in her mid-teens. Honestly, the way that the light from his window shined on her made her seem a bit older; a bit more mature, prettier. Though that in mind, it probably wasn't just the light that had that effect. The girl presented herself in quite a formal and polite manner. Almost too polite if you asked Alvis. Frankly, someone very odd had walked into the man's office. And yet the best part of all of this was that he didn't even notice the scars that littered various portions of her exposed skin yet. Pretty and yet so polite; almost like one of the wardens that the man had occasional conversations with.

The girl spoke up first, just making sure that she wasn't bothering him. Well. . . not really. Its my job to help students that need it. Her question made him hesitate, if only because it was unexpected. It was an unnecessary question if you asked him. This girl was too polite. He didn't dislike that, of course. But, depending on where this was going, he might have to cancel his plans on going to the lounge. Not that he cared, anyway. He would be going on a whim for lack of things to do. This was at least productive while helping out a student in need. The girl seemed to want to ask something about his class. This girl wasn't at the last class as he recalled. He would have remembered her, given the scars that had finally come into the man's view.

Fianna. That was the girl's name. As for him, he was. . . "Coach Hartmann." Yeah, that works. I like the sound of that. The man nodded, smiling; not physically of course. Just in his mind. On top of all of that, the girl offered her hand; presumably to shake. Blinking yet again, the man hesitated for a moment, simply staring at the young girl's hand. It wasn't because it was covered in scars; even though, you know, it totally was. This girl was just. . . really polite to a fault. Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you. The man leaned forward and grasped the girl's hand, giving it a firm shake. The man's own hand was quite rough from his history, but he still managed to feel something he didn't expect from the girl's. Instead of a delicate soft touch, he felt something coarse; leathery. Rather than say anything, the man resumed eye-contact with this odd, yet pretty, yet overly polite, yet overall odd girl. So, you had some questions about my class? Taking a sip of his tea, the man leaned back in his chair. This girl was a little odd, but he chose to label it as simply her not being very good at "presenting herself." After all, she seemed fairly normal. Nice, even. Better than some of those dumbass students. Sipping his tea, a faint smile appeared on his face as he waited for her response.

[Fianna Hayes]

The man seemed a bit hesitant, overall. Was she too overbearing? Or perhaps too polite? One option, naturally, was that burned girl had appeared in his office, and that surprised him, but she doubted it. Why? Because he was a teacher here. She had nothing but high expectations of the staff at the academy. A place didn't get a good name for itself with bad staff, after all. He took the offered hand. The flesh, if it could be called that, was rough and had a texture akin to leather. Naturally, it looked the part of a burned appendage, as well, with the scars trailing all the way up into the uniform's sleeve.

”Yes, sir.” With the handshake done, the young lady took a seat in one of the chairs on the “guest” side of the desk. That was better. ”Specifically, I was wondering about the uniform. Are there other variations of the uniform available? Or can students modify or utilize other clothes as their uniform? There's nothing wrong with the uniform, but I have a few problems when exercising with a lot of clothes on. So I wanted to run that by you and figure out alternatives before messing up during the class itself.” That summed up her purpose in stepping in. How the man responded would determine how this flowed.

After all, she was prepared to explain, discuss, debate, and even compromise, so long as she could get her accommodations. And if all else failed? Well, she could perform a tactical retreat, if necessary. Or just turn tail entirely, if the man was a stonewall. She wasn't the sort to battle unnecessarily. Literally, yes. Figuratively, as well, though.

[Alvis Hartmann]

The girl took a seat began to state her case. From the sounds of it, she had some concerns over the gym uniform? Alvis wasn't sure where this was going, but he listened nonetheless. Essentially her concerns boiled down to her "inability" or at the very least uncomfortably with wearing the gym uniform. Namely, having too much clothes on. Perhaps she thought that they would be wearing sweatpants? That was probably it. The man simply looked at her, his expression was a simple one. Well, we're rather lenient about the uniform overall. So long as it is good enough to move around in when you're moving around a lot, it should be fine. Of course, showing up in the school's formal uniform is unacceptable; but you seem to understand that just fine. Yes, this girl didn't seem like an idiot compared to half of his current class. Then again, that was the norm for him.

The man had given his answer, but the man wasn't really satisfied with giving the girl such a vague response if she came all the way to see him. She would probably be unsatisfied if he left her with just that as well. If you're worried about showing some skin, don't worry about it. It gets hot out there after all. Hell, I had a ten year old running around in bloomers pegging people in the face last class. The man smirked a bit before taking another sip of his tea as he recalled that dodgeball match. So, I suppose you're just bad with heat? I can certainly pick out something good for you to wear. Hell, half my job is keeping you kids safe so I need to make sure you guys dress properly so nobody is passing out or getting dehydrated. The man was completely honest with his words. This looked like it would be an easy fix, to be honest. That was good.

[Fianna Hayes]

Fianna just listened to the blonde man as he went on about the details of the uniform and his openness to variety. Showing skin, while not the goal of her pursuit that day, was directly related to the end result, desired or not. So if this man was all right with skin being shown (and it sounded like he was), then it looked like there would be a bit of luck in this endeavor. With the question regarding heat, she hesitated, then nodded. While it was not necessarily incorrect, it wasn't exactly the issue, either. So Coach Hartmann was open to this line of thought. Still, it would be best if she explained. Either way, the girl was smiling, obviously relieved.

”I see. That's definitely reassuring.” Her hand shifted over the buttons of her uniform. What followed was not a case of “gradual unbuttoning”, but a sleight of hand so natural and casual that it suggested this was the norm. With that simple sweep of her hand,her uniform's buttons were undone- just like that. Given that she was more comfortable with less clothing, she typically stripped at the speed of light when in private, so, naturally, those skills developed into a very obscure niche that would only be appreciated by certain crowds. ”You noticed already, but I've got burns.” She went on in a casual tone, freeing the right side of her body from her shirt. ”The burns were pretty bad, so my sweat glands, and a few other things, were ruined.” She went on, seemingly fine with sitting in a male adult's office with only half a shirt on. Underneath, naturally, was underwear- a silky white bra, if one details were really necessary. But, all in all, it was obvious she wasn't trying to do anything inherently wrong.

”Most of my right side is like this, so I think you can understand where I'm coming from. Bloomers would work for a set of bottoms, but I'm a little worried about the top. I don't suppose something like a bigger sports bra could be used?” That said, Fianna wasn't one to really go clothes shopping. She didn't care too much, after all, what she wore. It wasn't entirely odd for a trip out to town to include a simple skirt or shorts with a tank top of sorts. It was only natural that she'd lack the terminology for more specific clothes.

Well, either way. Coach Hartmann seemed to be understanding. He'd probably be able to help her. Thinking that, she just fixed the man with her gaze, tilting her head to the side, as she remained there, torso half-exposed.

[Alvis Hartmann]

The man smiled at the girl's first set of words. Just as he thought, things would be fixed up in no time. Despite his demeanor, the man was always ready to help out his current or potential students. And so the man sat there with a cup of tea in his hand, waiting for what the girl wanted to suggest. In retrospect, he probably found himself to be quite stupid for sitting there with a grin as this underage girl began to strip in front of him without hesitation.

Just as his eyes finally got the picture of what was happening, the man blinked before getting out of his seat. WoahwoahWOAH. Kid, put your shirt back on! I'm not trying to get fired here! There were two reasons any healthy young girl would be taking off their clothes in the seclusion of "Coach Hartmann's" room. The coach already had the annoyance of dealing with the first reason. However, the second would be Miss Fianna's case. A case in which she has a medical reason to expose herself. Well, then again, was partially removing her shirt really that necessary? After all, he could see the burns perfectly fine. Hell, he felt them when he shook her hand. Truly, this girl was either really odd or she was simply very forward with advances. Either way, the man wasn't planning on taking chances. Averting his gaze with a sour expression the man sighed and turned to face the girl; again the man spoke again after clearing his throat.

Yes, I see your dilemma. If bloomers work, that's good. As for a sports bra. . . are you sure you're fine with that? You might draw some uh. . . attention to yourself. From the boys. Er, and some girls I guess. You know, bad attention. A lot of things were swirling around in the man's mind right now. For one, he couldn't tell if his student was hitting on him or was just clueless about public decency; especially in a professional workplace. Secondly, if it was the latter, what if people started asking questions about her wearing that? He could see some girls getting upset that this girl would be allowed to wear something normally prohibited. Hell, he didn't see bullying as out of the equation either. But worst of all, she might give off the wrong signal to the boys in the class; much like Alvis began to sense during their little chat. God, this girl was already giving him a headache.

[Fianna Hayes]

So Coach Hartmann was one of the shy types? Or perhaps he was just of the sort that believed people shouldn't expose themselves when in public- or in non-private situations. Whatever the case, the man requested- or, really, forcefully suggested- that she hide her bare form. In all honesty, she didn't see it as a big deal. She was wearing a bra, after all, and, to her knowledge, society only really seemed to care about your dressing style if your nipples or groin were showing. Well, either way, she slipped her arm back into the sleeve and, with noticeably slower and more focused efforts, situated everything back up. It seemed that donning took more effort than removing. Funny, that. As the coach went on, the young lady tilted her head to the side. He was really considerate, overall, it seemed.

”Well, I'm used to attention, overall. I mean, people like to stare at things they aren't used to. Now, I'm not being self-deprecating, just realistic. People typically only develop sexual attraction to people if they find them good to look at. The only other case would be a mixture of desperation and predatory feelings towards those that likely fear social judgment or violence. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are actual relationships, but that's more romance. So, back to the point, I'm not exactly pleasing to the eye, meaning one group is out. As for the second?” She just smiled at that point, having developed a strange smile. It was confident, in some very. . . special way.

”My sister is a nudist, so she's used to strange and undesired attention. She taught me how to fight, too. So I'm not too worried if someone does try to get too touchy. And, um, pardon my language, but. . . frankly, if they try that shit, they deserve every bit of punishment I serve their ass.” She sheepishly laughed after that, as if embarrassed. If one were to stare hard enough, they'd notice the side of her face that wasn't covered with her longer hair was actually lightly tinged red. She actually was embarrassed about saying that in front of an adult.

”A-anyway, suffice to say, I'm not worried about students trying to bother me. I've been called lots of stuff before, so I've got nerves of steel. As for the ones trying to touch me, well. . . yeah. So, as long as there's no problem wearing revealing clothes, I have no issues.” She nodded to firmly punctuate her point.

[Alvis Hartmann]

The more this girl talked, the more Alvis was beginning to realize that he didn't have a very good grasp at her personality at all. Well, no. He had a very good grasp, but every time she spoke that mental image became easily more and more vivid. Many of the additions to that image were things he did not expect, even. He thought that this girl looked mature for a moment, but her words essentially confirmed it as such. For this girl to hold such a philosophy and track of thinking, it made the man a bit confused to put it plainly. How could she come to such a mature, thought out approach, yet be completely oblivious to the potential misunderstandings that she had put him through? Yes, he was convinced that this girl was probably not trying to get into his pants, but was legitimately looking for help. Then again, the former idea was a long shot. Alvis wasn't one to take chances when his job was on the line though. the man sighed. You're an odd one, alright. You have a good head on you, I'll give you that. But. . . you clearly lack sense for leaving me with such a bad misunderstanding without knowing better.

The girl went on to explain a bit about her family, something that certainly shed a bit more understanding on things. A nudist, huh? Taking a sip of his tea, the man listened to the girl's words up until she mentioned "serving ass." Alvis coughed a bit as he put down his drink. Tea would wait until this conversation was over with it seemed. Too risky. The man couldn't believe what he was hearing now. She was polite, sure. But, holy shit. Where did that come from? And wait, that made her blush? Alvis looked at the girl with a bit of amazement as she finished up her case. Her case was solid and reasonable. How could he reject it? Again, the man sighed. Well, I'm glad that you're strong enough to not be worried about people's words. However,

The man leaned forward as if to drive this point into her head. If you can help it, allow me to take care of any "physical" issues that arise. I'll be sure to drive the point in hard. The man's expression was serious. He knew that he wouldn't always be with her. But when he was? He wanted to be the one to enact punishment. Partly because he wanted to protect his students, partially because it was his job, partially he wanted to be relied on, partially, he simply wanted to make anyone who would try that pay. I'll put it to you this way kid. People forget school fights every day. Nobody will forget the day a teacher punched a student so hard his clothes flew off as he flew through the air. Ah, but more importantly, a sports bra should be fine if its for those reasons. Since its my class, I control every aspect. The man intended to keep it that way.

[Fianna Hayes]

Though she was a little confused, Fianna just tilted her head to the side when she was accused of lacking sense. Was there some degree of miscommunication somewhere? He also called her odd, but, well, that was something she was used to. An older sister that was a nudist was plenty odd. Her older brother was out there, as well. Naturally, when her role models were odd, they'd rub off on her. Oddly. She watched as the man seemed to choke on his tea. He. . . seemed excitable. Or perhaps sensitive. Gradually, her flesh did revert to its normal tones. When the man leaned forward and began delivering his ultimatum, the girl's lips curled slightly, but she sucked her lips in, gnawing on them slightly to stop herself.

”I know it's probably bad to say this, but I kind of want someone to try, just to see if you're exaggerating or not. Clothes flying off a person when they're hit sounds like something out of a cartoon.” She giggled before covering her mouth and stopping herself. Despite her efforts, though, her lips quivered. She was trying to not smile. She was also failing. Gradually, but surely. ”But I'll defer to you for heavenly judgment. If it's in class, of course. Outside of that, it might be a little hard to hold them off for long.” She sounded more observant than declarative. Then, with a slight shrug, she just smiled pleasantly. ”Well, it's not a given that it will happen, anyway. We can just cross the bridge when we get there.”

”But it seems like you've accepted my request. Thank you very much, Coach Hartmann.” Though sitting, she awkwardly bowed. It was more like a seated crunch, than anything, though. ”Thanks to that, I should be able to just bring a couple of rags and a bottle of water to cool myself off when needed. I look forward to being able to attend the next class.” It wasn't even formality at that point. She was just genuinely pleased and happy. After all, she was fully willing to just do without the class to begin with. That meant she was aware of the chance of being rejected and that it wasn't necessarily a small chance.

”Stepping back a bit, though, I know I'm odd. My siblings are, too, so they probably rubbed off on me.” It seemed that, so long as she wasn't being ushered out, she was fine with lingering and talking. Then again, students were supposed to be able to do that if the teacher wasn't busy. If he said he was, then she'd see herself out. ”Do you have any siblings, Coach?” And, sure enough, she was going to ride that train until it reached the station.

[Alvis Hartmann]

After that little display, the girl decided to say something amazing. She actually almost wanted someone to try something just to see him take them out. Then came that girlish giggle. Alvis was in a bit of a mental mess by this point. Of course, after seeing the girl smile, Alvis couldn't help but crack into a slight smile as well. Well, you're always welcome to watch me train with my Pokemon if you want to see something go flying. No promises about clothes flying off though. My Pokemon don't wear those, unfortunately. It was an honest offer. Whether she took it up or not was up to her. He wouldn't mind a bit of human company once in a while when he was training with his Pokemon.

Thank you. And yes, outside of class when I'm not there; by all means, give them hell. Just. . . know when you need to run, okay? They had come to a mutual agreement in regards to her safety, but the man still felt the need to add that last line just in case. He couldn't be sure how reckless this girl was, even if she seemed smart. Finally, the man nodded. Such a bridge could be crossed when necessary. Hopefully, it never would be.

With that, it seemed that the man had solved the girl's dilemma with just a bit of compromising. Perhaps it had taken longer than he thought, but the man expected something ridiculously simple to approve or something ridiculously simple to deny. That's what the majority of these requests were, after all. Nodding back at the girl, the man spoke in his regularly gruff voice with a bit of friendliness added to it. Likewise. I hope you find it rewarding. The girl seemed genuinely happy about attending this class. While it was a bit surprising to the man, he wondered if that would change after a class or two. After all, he had a knack for having a lot of kids drop out one or two classes in. In a way, he hoped she wouldn't be one of them. Perhaps it was the fact that he had gotten to know her a bit? Even if it was only a brief conversation.

The girl then began to change the topic a bit. It seemed that she wanted to chat now that buisness was done? That was fine too. I'm gonna stop you right there. After the girl called herself odd, the man stopped her as if to correct her. It was true that he had just called her that, but the man was very blunt and often times inaccurate with his words. After hearing her speak a bit more, he felt the need to at least correct himself as well as her. You aren't odd. Yeah, I know I just told you that, but that's probably not what I was trying to say. Getting up, the man walked around his desk and leaned against it while looking at his soon-to-be student. Suddenly taking your clothes off in a situation like this is something you shouldn't do without warning. I could have gotten the wrong idea. Hell, its happened to me before. Well, just be glad it was me and not some weirdo. But please try to be more mindful in that regard? The man was clearly just worried about her safety.

But back to what you were saying, I don't see anything odd about you. Hell, you're about as odd as me. It was true that the girl had scars that set her apart from her piers, but that didn't mean much to Alvis. This man grew up always feeling different than his piers because of his unnatural strength. This girl was going through a lot of the same things that he had gone through when he was younger. It had taken him just now to realize this, but the man saw a good deal of himself in her. And yet, this girl handled everything in such a mature manner. Smiling, the man patted the girl on the head trying to not exert too much force. No, you're a good girl. In a way, she was stronger than he was. Still smiling, the man leaned back on the desk.

But to answer your question, yes. I have one brother. We've had our bad times, but in the end we've always been there for each other. The man looked back at the picture frame on his desk. It was facing the other way, but he could just as easily recall the picture in his head. You sound like you hold your sister in high regard as well. And from the sounds of it, she's the only nudist in your family. What sparked her to make a decision like that? The man wasn't sure if he was prying now or not. After all, he was only asking out of genuine interest. He was curious as to what this sister must have done to seem so great. Perhaps it was because of the history between him and his younger brother. That, or the man had simply taken an interest in this girl. Probably a bit of both.

[Fianna Hayes]

Coach Hartmann was an interesting man. He was rough when he needed to be, but he was also very kind. Kind, and concerned. Wasn't that the ideal couple of personality traits for a teacher to have? The girl nodded at the mentioning of running, though she doubted she'd be one to do that too often. Running from an issue seldom fixed it. Unless it was a wild Pokemon that was angry over having its territory violated. And, even then, a good battle was enough to placate those issues! There was another nod when he hoped she'd find the class rewarding. Of course it'd be. It was exercise.

She was, however, a bit confused when the man changed his viewpoint. Or, rather, corrected his wording. It seemed that there was some degree of miscommunication. Was it really that big a deal to show her skin? Well, it was beyond her, but she wasn't going to argue. He'd been understanding with her that far, so she could just accept his words as they were. Another surprise came when she was pat on the head. It was strong, but it didn't hurt. Moreover, she hadn't been expecting a gesture of affection like that. All the blonde man managed to do was solidify her theory that he was, on the inside, just a big damn softy under a rough exterior. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. A quiet, seemingly pleased, giggle escaped her lips at that point. And then she got the answer to her question. Finally, the man returned a question of his own. While not necessarily. . . complex, it did require a bit of an explanation. Well, either way, he was going to be her Coach, so it didn't matter too much if she shared it.

”Well, like we covered, I'm a burn victim. I'm mentioning this again 'cause it's the key point to the story.” Ah, she just slipped up a little, didn't she? That was bad. It was good that she was relaxed, but it was bad she was slipping into her “normal” speech patterns. ”I was burned when I was younger. Some guy decided to play dragon knight and flew a Salamence over the neighborhood we lived in. Most of the houses were okay, but others, like ours, burned to the ground. If it wasn't for her right there and then, I'd've died. Even then, though, I was burned- so were her hands.” The girl paused for a moment. She stared forward, but she obviously wasn't looking at anything in the room. Her lips were curled into a childish smile.

”Back then, I was self-conscious and ashamed over the burns. Little kids are honest- very honest- about what they see and what they like- or don't like- so that didn't help too much. My sister saw that I was worried over my looks. Took a while, but she eventually began prancin' about the house with nothing on. While I wouldn't've believed her back then, she did, later, tell me it was all for my sake. And, thinking back on it, it certainly helped.” She laughed quietly.

”After all, you'd have to be a narcissist, or something, to stay focused on yourself when you're next to your sister, who's proudly strutting her stuff out in public. How she didn't get arrested, at times, was beyond me. She was completely and utterly insane. She could probably lead a cult if she put her mind to it. A-ah, but that's not the point of this. A-anyway, she did it for me, and it did help. My confidence and comfort with my body are both thanks to her. And, well, partially to my brother. But mostly her.” She nodded slowly, reaffirming her point.

”Still, she was very embarrassing to go out with in public when I was younger.” Again, a faint blush had crept onto her face. While it wouldn't be as bad nowadays, it'd still be embarrassing to stroll out in public with that lovable psychopath. Fortunately, her sister had begun actually wearing socially-acceptable clothes while outside.

Usually.

[Alvis Hartmann]

Well, the girl seemed to like being patted. That was good, given it was how he praised some of his students. From there, it seemed as though he had fixed the issue and now all they were doing was chatting. That was fine too. Alvis made himself comfortable as the girl began what looked to be a decently sized story. From what the girl said, her home had caught fire, nearly costing Fianna her life. It was only because her sister saved her that she survived. Alvis figured that this was the extent of the sister's good deeds. Though, that soon was proven wrong. They had both been burned as a result. And just as the man figured, this young girl was treated differently as a result. Though, from the sounds of it, this girl's sister became a nudist simply to make her sister more comfortable with herself. The girl went on to talk about her sister. Alvis didn't have anything to say on the matter. Simply put, he was speechless on such an act of filial love. Of course, when she was all done speaking the man smirked. Well geez, I wouldn't get embarrassed over a sister like that kid. He spoke as he noted the girl blushing once again.

Hell, I would have loved to have a sister like yours. Would've made my life a hell of a lot easier. It was funny how the man's opinion of this girl had been moving around ever since she walked through that door. He wasn't too sure given one of her major influences was a questionable nudist. But after learning about said nudist, Alvis felt like everything made sense now. More seriously, your sister sounds like a lot of fun. Uh. . . interpret that as you like. Alvis had a feeling that might have come out wrong. Then again, she caused one misunderstanding already. He had room to make one himself.

Yeah, the crazy ones never leave you bored. Heh. Well, I used to be a bit of a crazy person myself. Probably still am. Getting up from his comfortable position, the man walked over towards a cabinet in the corner of the office. He jerked his head in a motion as if to beckon her over. Opening up the cabinet, various trophies and championship belts were on display. A number of pictures of Alvis during his wrestling matches as well as a few news headlines were scattered around as well. The pictures went from someone as young as Fianna to an age that seemed much closer to the current Alvis. This is me as a crazy person. Many pictures detailed Alvis doing something in the ring. The man seemed like a force of nature even at such a young age. Some of the later photos actually showed him against Pokemon rather than wrestling against people. I used to be quite a big deal in the wrestling scene. Well, I lost interest a while ago. The man had no real reason to show the girl this. He did it out of simple fun after all. Yeah, screw heading to the lounge. This was better.

[Fianna Hayes]

”Never a dull moment with her.” Fianna agreed with a slight nod as the man commented on her sister being fun. Truly, even if some of the things she did were outright crazy, she was certainly entertaining and lively. The older woman was not one to allow boredom. Even in utter silence, she had the means of creating energy and interaction. Then the blonde mentioned being crazy. In the past, potentially in the present. The young lady blinked dubiously, looking up at him. Nah. Couldn't have been. He was too fluffy on the inside, she decided, for him to be genuinely crazy. Maybe he had a bout of stupidity in his youth? If so, that just made him cuter. Naturally, she didn't comment. Not at that point, at least. She followed him when he beckoned for her. It was then that she blinked again.

”Huh.” Was all that came at first. For a few moments, she just looked over the stuff. Yeah, she could probably picture him punching the clothes off of someone, maybe. But she didn't really see it as being crazy. ”I don't really think it's crazy. I mean, if you were strong enough to do it safely, then there's nothing to really worry about. I can kinda see you knocking someone's clothes off with a punch now, though.” She nodded with a childish smile. ”You could probably handle Bernie, no problem, then. Or a few rambunctious kids and their Pokemon, if needed.” She concluded with an almost sage-like nod. It was pretty obvious she wasn't too shocked by what she saw, though. Or bothered, either.

[Alvis Hartmann]

Alvis took one last look at the contents of the cabinet before finally turning back to the girl next to him. He wasn't expecting the girl's answer to that. Him not being crazy, anyway. If anything, it must have been something she would have had to see to believe. He didn't bother arguing with her about that though. After all, what kind of person would try to argue that they were crazy? Well, believe me, I'm not someone to exaggerate what I'm capable of. No reason to. Someone with the man's ability would be hard-pressed finding a reason to exaggerate. That was what Alvis believed anyway.

Then the girl brought up a few scenarios that he could probably handle. It was actually a bit funny that she made such a scenario. Funny you mention something like that. I had a kid a few years back who tried to sick his Pokemon on me after pissing him off. I yelled at him and made a sarcastic remark after he tried to badmouth one of the other students for answering a question. The kids laughed; he didn't. So he sent out his Pokemon. It was a Machoke; probably a young one given how easily I was able to toss it away. I threw it far enough that it wouldn't be a nuisance while I dealt with the boy. Afterwards, I picked the kid up by his shirt and had one of my Pokemon Rampy run the class while I "escorted" him away. He recalled that day like it was yesterday. He was still a generally new teacher back then. Though, he likely would have done the same if it had happened last class as well. A nostalgic smile crossed his face. Something interrupted it though. A thought. Blinking, the man looked at the girl curiously. Who the hell's Bernie?