Resuming his Duties (Open)

Sylas nods, though he doesn't seem to believe, and his voice shows it. "Sure...If that's what you think..."

Jet voice sounds like it comes from the walls 'Tell her....Tell her... TEll her.'

Sylas growls softly, his eyes literally darkening for a moment before her calms himself. "Go away, Jet..."

Thadea's smile became duller. "You're lying." she said, "I can hear it in your voice. I'm best at that you know." she opened her lids, revealing the white hues. "I know I'm new but that doesn't mean I care. It's unhealthy to keep stuff to yourself; I know that better than anyone." she laughed.

Sylas stares at her for a moment, waiting for another comment from Jet before saying. "We all make our choices, but in the end our choices make us."

Thadea makes a few pops with her lips, seeming unconvinced. She hummed and rolled her chair back, spinning on it for a moment to thing before stopping at the desk, "You're right and wrong sir!" she smiled. "My Dad always told me that there were people who live in the past, who live in the present, and who live in the future. I think what he meant by it is if you don't let go, how will you focus on now and tomorrow? Today is a gift; that's why it's called the present~!"

Sylas stops arguing, opening his laptop again, ending the conversation.

Thadea listens and waits for a response, only getting typing and a laptop opening, making her chuckle. She didn't know if she made a good first impression, but she hope he would at least ponder her words. Thadea then sits back in her seat, drumming her thin fingers on the desk.

The bell rings and Sylas looks up, finding most of the seats empty. "So....Where's my class?"

Jets voice comes back in 'Well one day Sylas and I were chosen to guard people and cargo of boxes the pilot let me fly for a few seconds I managed to crash it in five seconds me Sylas and the pilot survived th passengers bot so much so i put their souls into a empty crate while the pilot radioed people obviously Sylas went out to find a veichle' Jet takes a breath his voice seemin to come from the airvents because he was there

She blinks twice, "Is no one else here? I thought we were all just quiet." she laughed aloud, then faced towards the air vents, furrowing her brows curiously. "Sir, do we have ghosts?" she shuddered.

Sylas crosses his arms, a long poke shooting out of his shoulder and punching Jet through the ceiling. "If you aren't a student in my class, I suggest you get lost."

'Agh!' One of the vent covers moves off and Jet's head appears the scars and everything there "Really? I can't tell her the story?"

Another pole shoots from his shoulder, smacking him in the head. "Out. Now."

"Ok ok but it is good having you back." Jet's head disappears and a little poster floats down telling about Jet and Yomi's wedding a few weeks ago

Sylas rips the poster to shreds with a flurry of spear jabs, sighing softly. "And to think I used to work with that moron..."

Thadea paused and smiled smiled, tilting her head to Sylas, "Hey, the ghost didn't say anything bad, sir. You're a hero," she assured and hummed. "He seems nice though!" she laughed, casping her hands. "I still don't see why you speak so badly about yourself, sir."

Sylas rubs his eyes, heading to his desk and picking his glasses up. He looks over to Ayoko and grumbles softly. "Well, perhaps until more students arrive I'll tell a little story..."

Thadea smiled lightly and merely nodded, taking a paper and tracing her fingers over the braille to skim through, head resting on the other hand.

Sylas sighed softly, leaning back against his desk. "Not too long ago, there was another kishin in the world, and he wanted to revive Asura, the first kishin. Myself, and a group of Death Scythes did what we could to stop him, but in the end he succeeded. Asura was brought back, and I....I succumbed to the madness. I don't know how long I was like that l, but I do know that I did horrible things...and when I was freed...well, I couldn't face anyone after what I had done..." He fell silent, knuckles white as he gripped the desk.

Ayoko was reading her book while everything happened, not paying the slightest attention to any of them, waiting for class to begin. Of course this all changed when she heard Sylas tell his awfully interesting story. "Wow..." she whispers under her breath once he finished. "I-" before she could continue, Ayoko forcefully shut her mouth and glances down at her book once more. I shouldn't say anything right now...

Sylas bowed his head, almost in shame. "I only came back because Lord Death asked me to...for my wife as well as my sister..."

Ayoko frowns, rising to her feet as she says with a booming voice, "Don't hang your head like that! You shouldn't feel shameful in the slightest way! To us, to your friends and family, you're the same person!" Despite the fact that Ayoko didn't know much about her teacher personally, she still cared for him like she cares for everyone she meets. To her, thinking badly of them self simply horrible.

Sylas looks down at the ground, kicking his foot a few times. "It's a nice thought, but...It's not the same..."

Ayoko sighs, looking down at the ground. There was probably nothing she could say that would make him feel the same again. There was a good chance that someone closer to him could maybe convince him that he shouldn't feel shameful, which brought another smile to her face. Without saying another word, Ayoko sat back down and looks up at him, a sparkle twinkling in her right eye. "All I can say is that you shouldn't feel such way about yourself."