Trinity Soul University | Front Gate
"I don't wanna beat a dead horse, Ms. Krane," A voice bellowed from the cellphone of Oneira Krane, "but I honestly believe that this teaching job is not a good idea. I mean, you've got all these leagues, matches, and events coming up and you wanna teach kids how to make firecrackers out of their hands? You've got quite the guts to juggle your career and this little hobby of yours."
Oneira bared her fangs as she was being talked down to by one of her contacts. To say the least, she felt insulted. This was her opportunity to get to know some of the world's most powerful magicians, to get to know the inner workings of a revered institution, and this is how she was being treated.
"You think I don't know that?" Oneira barked back, "I'm aware of how much I'm going to have to juggle my time here and back in the ring. Did you seriously think that I would blindly take up this job if I couldn't handle it?"
"Well, actually I did, Ms. Krane. To see ya take up this job outta the blue kinda shocked every one of the higher ups. Manager's confused, my boss is concerned, some of the WDF duellists are using it as smack talk against you, and the press seems ready to paint ya as some kinda wolf in a pseudo midlife crisis."
"I've told everyone before." Oneira retorted, "I'm not having a midlife crisis. Like I said, I know what I'm doing. I'm not due back on Blitz for a while and the next season hasn't started on MDC yet. In that time, I can get my classes set up, a schedule drafted for both my classes and matches, and a proper orientation of the place. The next time I'm back in the ring, they'll realise that the Lone Wolf hasn't gone soft."
"Whatever you say, Ms. Krane." The voice replied. "Just... don't get too caught up in this damn hobby of yours... You're on a pretty good streak in both WDF and MDC. Don't let these kids ruin that. Anyways, I gotta file reports to the boss and cover your ass. Talk to you later."
With the last words having been exchanged, Oneira was promptly disconnected and left to her own devices once more. For a while now, Oneira had been given the same old talk time and again. Absolutely none of Oneira's contacts or business partners were fond of her teaching idea despite the wolf's insistence that she could handle it. It was as if Ms. Crymych was being talked down to like a little girl. A 27 year old! Being treated like a child!
"Just stay calm, Wolf..." Oneira muttered to herself, attempting to calm down. "You've got to make a good appearance in front of everyone... It's just like the ring. Except your opponent is public opinion, the ref is the staff, and the crowd are a bunch of kids. So... not a ring. Great..."
Valhalla Docks -> Trinity Soul University | Front Gate
Meanwhile, on the other side, people behind the anxious little Trista were started to get impatient. The little girl was hesitant to step through the strange portal. Despite the number of individuals who had already passed by her and into the gateway, Trista still held back.
"What's the hold-up?" Someone called from further down.
"Get going!" Another cried out.
Before long, Trista's little curious and amusing inspection of the portal turned into a hesitant stall and eventually into a moment of panic. Were all these people being held up because of her? Was Trista holding up the crowd? She didn't quite think so but, as a few of the other students called out, Trista now believed it.
Trista begun to panic. All she was doing was just making a fool of herself.
Just as Trista was trying to maintain what little composure she had, Trista felt a shove against her tiny body. Into the portal she went and any remaining shred of composure Trista had left went out of the window.
"I don't wanna beat a dead horse, Ms. Krane," A voice bellowed from the cellphone of Oneira Krane, "but I honestly believe that this teaching job is not a good idea. I mean, you've got all these leagues, matches, and events coming up and you wanna teach kids how to make firecrackers out of their hands? You've got quite the guts to juggle your career and this little hobby of yours."
Oneira bared her fangs as she was being talked down to by one of her contacts. To say the least, she felt insulted. This was her opportunity to get to know some of the world's most powerful magicians, to get to know the inner workings of a revered institution, and this is how she was being treated.
"You think I don't know that?" Oneira barked back, "I'm aware of how much I'm going to have to juggle my time here and back in the ring. Did you seriously think that I would blindly take up this job if I couldn't handle it?"
"Well, actually I did, Ms. Krane. To see ya take up this job outta the blue kinda shocked every one of the higher ups. Manager's confused, my boss is concerned, some of the WDF duellists are using it as smack talk against you, and the press seems ready to paint ya as some kinda wolf in a pseudo midlife crisis."
"I've told everyone before." Oneira retorted, "I'm not having a midlife crisis. Like I said, I know what I'm doing. I'm not due back on Blitz for a while and the next season hasn't started on MDC yet. In that time, I can get my classes set up, a schedule drafted for both my classes and matches, and a proper orientation of the place. The next time I'm back in the ring, they'll realise that the Lone Wolf hasn't gone soft."
"Whatever you say, Ms. Krane." The voice replied. "Just... don't get too caught up in this damn hobby of yours... You're on a pretty good streak in both WDF and MDC. Don't let these kids ruin that. Anyways, I gotta file reports to the boss and cover your ass. Talk to you later."
With the last words having been exchanged, Oneira was promptly disconnected and left to her own devices once more. For a while now, Oneira had been given the same old talk time and again. Absolutely none of Oneira's contacts or business partners were fond of her teaching idea despite the wolf's insistence that she could handle it. It was as if Ms. Crymych was being talked down to like a little girl. A 27 year old! Being treated like a child!
"Just stay calm, Wolf..." Oneira muttered to herself, attempting to calm down. "You've got to make a good appearance in front of everyone... It's just like the ring. Except your opponent is public opinion, the ref is the staff, and the crowd are a bunch of kids. So... not a ring. Great..."
Valhalla Docks -> Trinity Soul University | Front Gate
Meanwhile, on the other side, people behind the anxious little Trista were started to get impatient. The little girl was hesitant to step through the strange portal. Despite the number of individuals who had already passed by her and into the gateway, Trista still held back.
"What's the hold-up?" Someone called from further down.
"Get going!" Another cried out.
Before long, Trista's little curious and amusing inspection of the portal turned into a hesitant stall and eventually into a moment of panic. Were all these people being held up because of her? Was Trista holding up the crowd? She didn't quite think so but, as a few of the other students called out, Trista now believed it.
Trista begun to panic. All she was doing was just making a fool of herself.
Just as Trista was trying to maintain what little composure she had, Trista felt a shove against her tiny body. Into the portal she went and any remaining shred of composure Trista had left went out of the window.
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