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[will_be_god]

Who: Cyrus and whoever stops by
What: Ethics class goes mobile! Sort of.
Where: Cyrus's apartment
When: Monday
Warnings: Someone may incite something so I donno. There is also the potential for defensetration.

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[solarock]

You didn't need tea to calm Anshu down. As long as you weren't thinking about murdering here right then and there, she would be just as she always was.

She came in just after the sun rose and as soon as she could. Without even announcing her presence with a knock or a greeting, she said, "Ready."

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had said that students could stop by as early as six am, but he hadn't expected that any actually would. Still, he was fully ready to recieve visitors. "Anshu. Come in."

[solarock]

She stepped in, standing straight with her arms behind her back. "You have something to talk to your students about. I'm ready."

[will_be_god]

"I do. I would like to speak with each of you on your personal ethics. First off, tell me what you believe of the state of the world." He stood, facing her, in a similar stance.

[reservedempath]

Voile was not a student. Not anymore. Not a student of Cyrus's, at any rate, but still a student nonetheless, and a very special person to Cyrus. Well, Voile liked to think she was special to him. She'd never really dived into that with him, wasn't really sure she wanted to, and felt like she could live well enough without traveling down that path with him.

It would result in nothing except chiding words and illogical nonsense. And Voile really liked the kind of illogical nonsense that Cyrus didn't care for.

Still, there she stood outside in all of her glory, a smile drawn across her face and hands slipped behind her back. Of course he'd know it was her. He'd know it the moment she poked her head in and...

"Oh, you're making tea. May I have some?"

[will_be_god]

Voile was there. He expected she might make an appearence and as such had bought a few bags of her favorite tea. "Voile. Come in; however, as you know, my priority will be with my students should any arrive while you are here."

There was nothing to betray his thoughts.

[reservedempath]

As if she was going to ask for any kind of special treatment... The thought that he had to remind her -- or felt that he had to made her chuckle a little. Unlike him, she had no reason to hide her mirth in the situation. While she couldn't leech anything off of him, she had the feeling that she wasn't missing anything important.

Yet.

"That's fine. I just came for the tea and the man behind it," she replied with a grand smile.

[will_be_god]

"Very well. There is plenty for all comers." He poured her a cup of hot water, left to the side, and steeped it with a tea bag. As it settled, he turned towards Voile. "I have been gone a while, it seems. Tell me, did they find what caused the transformations?"

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles didn't like the fact that he had to trek into Cyrus' apartment for this meeting. Why not just do this in the regular place if they weren't having proper classes? Or in one of the offices at school?

Oh well. Couldn't be helped. He had his backpack with his ethics notes in it and some writing utensils should he need to take more.

His nose twitched as he neared the door. That was tea brewing. If spending time with Marth had taught him anything, it was an appreciation for tea. Maybe this wasn't going to be horrible.

Even though the door was open he knocked politely and waited to be asked in. For all he knew the teacher was busy with another pupil.

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had just finished brewing another pot, something he accomplished in the pedestrian way of boiling water and letting tea bags float around in it for a few minutes. It would suffice, he reasoned.

"Knuckles. I admit I did not expect to see you here. However, you are attentive in class, as contrary as you are. Come in."

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles nodded and entered the room, looking around. It was... well. It was pretty much what he guessed the place would look like.

"Well, the way you said it made it sound like a class requirement so I had to come." Knuckles replied. "And I'm attentive in class because I find your way of looking at things challenging. I like a challenge."

[will_be_god]

It was a standard room, but Cyrus had altered it in his own unique way, with chrome and electronics and metal. Overall it had the impression of being overly sterile, like something on a spaceship. Save for the view of the school grounds out his window, of course.

"It is admirable to attend so dutifuly. Tell me, what do you believe in?"

NOT HERE THOUGH I WISH IT WAS

[breaks_ground]

AND THEN THERE WAS A GIOVANNI.

AND THEN HE PUNCHED CYRUS IN THE FACE. "WELCOME BACK GATTINO!"

AND THEN HE WAS GONE.

[pink_shroom]

The previous week had cause a bit of a problem in turning in that paper to Cyrus...so she took the initiative to politely and personally send it to him. She arrived shortly after 10AM with her paper in her hand and she was welcomed with the smell of tea. It was rather pleasant to her.

[will_be_god]

Cyrus noticed her in the doorway and greeted her with a forced smile, something that was clearly a foreign gesture to him. "Peach, was it? You are a new student, at least in my sphere. Please enter."

Seeing that the paper was formatted neatly and had his name in the corner, he simply took it from her and glanced over it.

[pink_shroom]

She walked in. "Yes, I'm afraid I've been here for only a few weeks. Well, it's more of 'returned' anyway," Peach responded. She acted as polite as possible at Cyrus' gestures, even though she had no idea that Cyrus' smile was a facade.

When Cyrus read the paper, he would notice a lot of blurbs about her royalty, her royal duties, and her relations with her people and with people outside of the Mushroom Kingdom. Also, there are some things about how she cares about her people, but not just out of her responsibilities or how she was taught to be like as a royal figure. Peach always viewed as other people's feelings to be important and something that should never be dismissed no matter how rich or high/low in the social rank you are.

[will_be_god]

He would read the full thing later, but for now he skimmed it. "You are royalty, or claim to be...However, I commend you for remaining on the subject. Far too few of my pupils do so."