Her encounter with Jeremiah in the hallways had been a complete blur. It was as if it wasn’t actually Jeremiah she had run into, but some other stranger that looked uncannily to him. It was a weird, fleeting moment.
Anya narrowed her eyes slightly upon seeing Jeremiah for the second time, if you could call the hallway incident the first. What was he doing here? Better yet, why is he teaching Engineering? Various thoughts made its way to Anya’s mind, and she could barely focus on the lecture. For the most part, she just hung her head low, typing away on her cell phone, hoping not to get caught.
The only time she took her attention away from her phone was when the bell signaling the end of class rang. Classmates started to file away, and it was then that Jeremiah caught her attention. “See you in your office, huh,” she muttered. What could this be about, she wondered. Was it because she left an elderly couple in charge of their farm? Could it be that he found out that their barn lit on fire? Anya didn’t lose her cool; she just frowned.
She started walking towards Jeremiah’s office. When she finally reached his door, she was hesitant. Anya paced back and forth in front of the door, groaning at her own hesitation. This was loud enough for Jeremiah to notice her presence. Orenji-sensei was definitely something. She placed her forehead against the door, and her hand was already turning the doorknob.
“Please come in,” he had said, and Anya did just that. She has no choice but to look at him now. She scanned his office, and there was a nice, comfy looking sofa just a few steps away. Anya figured she might be here for a while, so she sat down. It’s time to get to the point. Or at least try to figure out why he had summon her in his office.
“Jeremiah.” Should she have called him ‘Mr. Gottwald’ instead? Their relationship, if you could call it that, had been informal for the most part. There were no formalities, even when they tried to kill each other in the past. “What brings you to a school setting? Why are you a teacher now? Why did you summon me here?”
Anya started to bombard him with questions. If anything she was happy someone familiar is here with her, but she choose to be indifferent about it. When she realized she started asking rapid fire questions, she stopped talking. Her skirt’s hem was looking awfully interesting right now.
It was surprising to hear so many questions pour from her, usually very quiet, mouth. Jeremiah couldn’t help but smile. She always did manage to surprise him, that was for sure.
He stood up from his desk, feeling uncomfortable making her stand while he sat. He liked to view them as equals, for Anya had experienced many trials of Geass just as Jeremiah himself had. They were alike in their struggles, and thusly, he felt uncomfortable treating her as nothing more than a student in passing.
“You know,” he began, “I have learned very much. It would be wrong not to share what knowledge I have gained, don’t you think so? And who better to teach Engineering, wouldn’t you say, than a man who was engineered?” It was upsetting to see her invert back into herself, and a crease formed between his eyebrows. He thought that on the grand scheme of things, he had made great progress with Anya, and after giving her her memories back, he figured she should not have such social issues. But then again, some things were hard to shake. He did not blame her. And coming into a new school could be a huge shock to the system. “What about you, hm?” he asked. “Decided to leave without telling anybody?”
Something Jeremiah hadn’t expected was leaving the orange farm only to find Anya on his roster. Of course she wouldn’t have let on, as she rarely told him anything. He half hoped that the farm wasn’t up in flames right now, because all its personnel had left it. But he thought he’d taken care of that one before he’d left. He was far from irresponsible, as the little girl might have been. Though he wasn’t making any assumptions just yet. She had a habit of surprising him.
And so, taking a natural course of action, he’d decided to invite her in after class so that they might catch up. He had a couple of questions to ask her. And, though he never did really wish to speak about it, he had quite a bit of fun talking to Anya. She had been a girl at court when Marianne had been around. Any chance to talk about Marianne was one that would not be spared. And Anya had her own special connections there.
Also, and again, Jeremiah would never mention it aloud, but he severely disliked grading papers. Thusly, the distraction was well accepted into his schedule. He liked the waiting. It was like the calm before battle. Though Anya was not so much a battle as a friend, he figured. Yes, he could call her that. She was no longer any villain to be fought. Somehow, she had become a friend.
He looked up upon hearing some sort of scuffling by his doorway.
“Ah, Ms. Alstreim, I’m glad to see you could make it.” He allowed himself to smile. “Please come in.”
Crowley had been perusing the wine tasting booth for the past ten or so minutes. It was the only thing in the festival that really appealed to him. He did try to venture through the shop stands, but he left as soon as he saw the tartan sweaters. Even worse, he was pretty sure he spotted a sweater with reindeers nuzzling affectionately.
The demon was pleasantly surprised by the selection that the booth had. He had a bias towards red wine, so when he spotted bottles of Italian Barolo, French Bordeaux, and a lot of other good wines, he couldn’t help feeling just a little bit giddy. Even if this was just supposed to be a tasting, Crowley didn’t see the harm in taking a few (or a lot) of the bottles and saving them for later.
He pointed to a bottle by the elbow of a man with oddly teal hair. ” ‘scuse me, guy, but do you think you could pass me that?”
With a slight incline of his head, Jeremiah lifted the bottle and placed it into the man’s hands. “Hmm,” he remarked, a slight smile crossing his lips for only a moment, “are you a fan of red wine?” Picking his glass up, he added, “You might as well allow me a taste too, if you don’t mind.”
Jeremiah, what with being only half-human, had a high tolerance and saw no flaw in perhaps drinking what little wine there was offered forth at these events. After all, it was there to enjoy, was it not? And what could go wrong? But he was a regal man, and had no plan to take what was not there for him. Hm… no, he would take them up on this offer of enjoyment, and thinking on this, he reached to the plate of hors d’oeuvres and took a slice of cheese upon a cracker for himself.
“And are you a teacher here?” he asked. He was polite enough to make some sort of conversation. It was safe to assume that he was a teacher, and if he wasn’t… well, Jeremiah would most likely be in some sort of trouble. But he wasn’t the type that a student would approach in this situation. So he felt safe enough in his assumption.
Wine had always been a favorite of Jeremiah’s. After all, it was delicious; but it was the feeling of his glass, top-heavy and tilting in his fingertips, that he really enjoyed. He was a high-class man. Nothing was ever done half-way, and thus, he would carry on his delicate power in this school-setting as well. His students should know that he was a distinguished man, not just an engineering teacher. Engineering could be considered such a fowl field, and yet, he was not fowl in his composure. He was programmed to have only the utmost politeness on his outside; that is, until something of importance came his way.
And so, composed as he was, he made his way to the wine tasting. He had not expected such a school to have something so dignified as a wine tasting, but, he must recall that this was a rich place. A school that housed so many students should have to be, he presumed. He had chosen well. And as he had no pressing matters to attend to, what better way to see the festival in its passing?
Also, he had to meet other members of the staff. Jeremiah was a generally solemn man, prone to solitude and the like. He worked only for loyalty, after all, and nothing else. He hadn’t reason for friendship; it would only get in the way. But he was currently between jobs. He had no loyalties to pose. It was the perfect time to build relations. Carrying himself primly, properly, as he did, he traveled to the wine-tasting area and began to keep an eye out for others of his level. Others worthy of making his acquaintance.
Teaching was something that had never before appealed to Jeremiah. He was a man accustomed to fighting for his prince, and he’d never had time to think of anything but. But after cultivating oranges for a while, he’d grown curious. What was beyond the world he’d created for himself? What was there to strive for, what was there to invent?
And so, drawn by a mysterious force which, after having been thrown through several mysterious forces in his time, Jeremiah did not care to question. Geass was no longer a villain in this universe. Anything else seemed unsubstantial in comparison. But he would grow accustomed to this job, this education of students.
Jeremiah was in his room, arranging it to his liking. It was such a different environment than he was used to, and he supposed he’d have to treat these students… humanely. He was learning. Lowering himself into his swivel chair, he began to think of his future students, of all those minds he would have the chance to enhance. Now that the world was in peace, Jeremiah would have to treat all of his students equally, and he couldn’t let personal prejudices get in his way. He began to swivel, back and forth in the chair, thinking over his papers and looking through his syllabus and… back and forth in the chair, and it hit him then, he’d never realized it, but he really liked swivel chairs…
The sound of footsteps in the doorway had him snapping to attention. He stood, put his hands on his desk, and looked dutifully in the intruder’s direction.
“How may I serve you?”
Out of all the things that Lottie was accustomed to doing, being a teacher was at the bottom of the list. But it had to be something like being a leader, right? And Lottie had experience with that. Not to mention the class she was teaching didn’t exactly require her to be coming up with exams on paper. And once being a servant of Glen, it required her to know a thing or two about self-defense. Even if she was a woman, she was not one to be messed with. But she had to factor in the consideration that she wasn’t in her time period, nor hometown, anymore. And so things might be different now than to back then, but a little change didn’t hurt here and there. And she probably couldn’t use Leon in class… then again, if the students did get a bit unruly, she was allowed to teach them a lesson. So she could save Leon for disciplinary purposes. The thought of a group of kids cowering in fear at her Chain brought an amused grin to her lips.
Now, now Lottie, don’t get too carried away. Remember the other reason you’ve decided to come here.
Other reason…? Ah, that’s right. She had to find Master Glen and the others. During her time in the Abyss, she spent so long looking for the others, fighting unruly Chains around the corner. On the lookout for her comrades and beloved Master. But it was uneventful. She came up with nothing, and just as she was about to try again, the Abyss spat her out into this place and time. Talk about inconvenient. She ha to find them! They were her only family left.. they couldn’t have died in Sablier. Lottie refused to believe that. But she couldn’t do anything right now.. she was stuck here. Maybe they were shot out into this time as well? That small idea made Lottie hopefull—maybe she’d run into them here!
During her thoughts, she failed to notice that someone was behind her, still and watching. Lottie didn’t move, but was curious. Didn’t this person know that staring was rude? How long had they been here? After a few moments, the woman folded the piece of paper that was in her hand, which was the map of the school, before turning to look at the person in question.
“You know.” She began, ” that staring is considered quite rude. Especially to a lady. Is there something I can help you with?”
Hm… Jeremiah was unused to being released into hallways and having to find his own way, but even so he held not a worry for himself. Rather, he’d already made his away around once or twice, and had a good idea of where his own classroom was in relation to things. Still, he couldn’t help but spy upon a fellow teacher who looked quite lost. Lost and… quite lovely, really.
At first he was unaware that he was enraptured, merely trailing behind her without realizing. It was not until she confronted him that he realized that he had gone a moment without thought; a breech in his half-human mind.
“My apologies,” he said, for chivalry was close in his heart, “I was merely captured by your beauty…” And he made his way to her side, for there was no way that he could have such a conversation what with being so far away. “…And in being so, I could not help but notice that you looked lost.” Yes, that was it— his chivalrous attitude had brought him here not because she looked so lovely, but because she needed help, and Jeremiah could offer nothing but. Now that he was away from the previous binding of his loyalty to his prince, he could pose forth new loyalty, to the school and to being a helpful person. That was why he’d come to teaching, after all. Loyalty was no good if there was nothing for it to be claimed to. “Would you mind if I offered my assistance?”