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[neveraskedtwice]

Students here, Emma has already discovered, are a bit of a gamble. With any- and everyone free to sign up for courses, a teacher gets all kinds. She's not yet sure what to make of the bunch she's received today, though a couple of them are interesting enough. With class newly ended, texts handed out and expectations made clear, she gathers her

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[mutant_gi_jesus]

Cable reached down to stop the papers as they ran past him and then held them out for Emma to take. She could pick up the book herself.

"So," he added, "what comments have you already heard about you teaching ethics? I'd hate to be unoriginal."

[neveraskedtwice]

Emma lifted the book from the ground, dusting it off as she arched a brow at his remark. "If I could be bothered to remember them all," she said, "I'd still hate to waste your time. Suffice it to say, there have been a great deal, but I'd be fascinated, I'm sure, to hear what you come up with." The absolute lack of originality was, in fact, the only thing actually galling about the running commentary.

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"It seems appropriate," he said. "Far more than some of the other courses."

He still couldn't get over Madrox teaching politics.

[neveraskedtwice]

"That is original," Emma admitted. "Congratulations." She'd thought as much herself, but it wasn't as if most people agreed. Then again, most people didn't even seem to understand what the course was.

[missingthekeep]

Sean is crouching in front of Emma to help with the papers before it even registers what he's doing, but he remembers himself quickly enough as he stands up to hand them off in a rush. "Ethics, honestly. I still dinnae get it."

[neveraskedtwice]

Emma rolls her eyes, taking the papers from him to hold against her. "It's a branch of philosophy, Cassidy," she says, "and really, who would you recommend to teach it in my place? I'm dying to know." She's heard plenty of jokes on the matter, but at the end of the day, she's relatively certain it's subject better taught by someone whose morality is flexible.

[missingthekeep]

"Fairly certain there're more teachers than students, I'm sure they could find someone," Sean says flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. "An' ye'll fergive me if I say ye ne'er struck me as a philosopher o'er all else." No matter how he says it, though, he doesn't actually mean that part entirely as a bad thing.

[neveraskedtwice]

"Not everyone with a preference for action is incapable of deep thought," Emma points out with a smirk, though she's not altogether amused. The implication that she isn't fit to teach something, that she isn't capable of ethical behavior (regardless of the relevance of that to the course), is one that she usually shrugs off, but from him, it chafes more than she'd care to admit. "I happen to enjoy the subject. You ought to join the class sometime. I'm sure you'd learn a great deal."

[dreambigger]

"At least it wasn't a broken shoe this time," Eames says lightly, glancing down at her for a moment before he leans over to reach for a couple of the papers. It's a surprise, coming across her on the path like this, but not one he ever minds, her company as worthwhile as anything else they ever do, albeit in different ways. Especially now that she knows about what he did back home, there are few people, if any, he can talk so easily to. "Coming from class? How'd it go?"

[neveraskedtwice]

Emma gathers the rest, looking up at him with a quick, genuine smile. "Well, thank you," she says, holding her hand out for the others. "I'm not entirely sure what to make of the students, but... at least they seem willing to learn." That's true enough of anyone in class, she supposes, in a place where enrollment is entirely at will, but it's still refreshing at times.

[dreambigger]

"That should be promising, then," Eames says with a short nod, as if he has any grounds to be talking about it at all, not having bothered with school in a long time. It seems logical enough, anyway, and he has no reason not to take her word for it. Handing over the papers he's collected, he offers a smile of his own in turn. "Can't think why anyone taking it wouldn't want to."

[neveraskedtwice]

Remembering herself a little, Emma draws the papers into the pile, shaking her head. "People do all manner of things," she said, "good or bad, for utterly ridiculous reasons. Because they think they should, in this case. There's usually one of those at least. Or because they don't know what the course actually entails. In any case, I was just going for dinner before I headed home. Care to join me, darling?" She can't imagine why he wouldn't.

[luke_castellan]

[neveraskedtwice]

"Absolutely it is," Emma says smoothly, stooping to gather her papers before she holds out her hand for the book. "Like so many of the best, it has no right answers." If it's wrong to enjoy pushing people to the boundaries of what they believe, forcing them to look at things from a new perspective they might once have thought the bad one, as if there's inherent right in the world, well, Emma's been accused of much worse.

[luke_castellan]

[neveraskedtwice]

Emma clucks her tongue, quiet but still audible. "It's perfect for debate," she says, though it comes out wry. These students, for the most part, are not much good at that part yet. It's early days, though; she'll have them in shape by the end of term. She adds her book to her pile. "You can learn a lot about someone that way and there's never enough intelligent discourse."

[bothgodown]

Her time at school has only just begun, but already Miranda feels as if it is an answer to some sort of unasked for prayer. Her mother had done a great deal to educate her, to pass onto her daughter that which she deemed to be imperative. By the standards against which she had grown up expecting to be judged there is nothing so wrong with it at all.

Since arriving here she has learned just how off that mark she had been. Seeing the papers skittering towards the ground, Miranda breaks off from the path that she had set herself upon instead chasing after the leaves before they can flutter away.

"Here, dear lady, do let me help you," she offers as she crouches to pick them up. She is not so afraid of a little dirt to not give help when she can.

[neveraskedtwice]

It's an unexpected manner of speaking, a cadence Emma finds unfamiliar and intriguing, and she's perfectly content to let the girl chase after fluttering sheets of paper as she herself bends to retrieve her book. "Thank you," she says. She's not so impolite she can't say it once in a while. "They always manage to get away from me."

[bothgodown]

Straightening up, Miranda carefully smooths any creases out of the sheets of paper. There are almost none to be seen, just as there is very little dust stuck on them but she brushes that away as well. Arranging them into a neater pile, she holds them out for the woman to take.

This woman is lovely, she decides. Pretty in a way that she's unfamiliar with, reminding her of some sort of bright thing from her childhood. Her mother had once been a fine woman, still was in many ways, but their island had a way of adding wear faster than a life in court. "Thou art most welcome. Twas not any great trouble. The wind can be a wild thing, always out to steal what it wishes."

[neveraskedtwice]

"As anything wise will do," Emma answers, lips quirking in a genuine smile. It's positively delightful. That or it's a childish affectation, but no, she knows people and she doesn't read anything of art in that expression or intonation. She offers a hand to the girl. "I'm Emma Frost."