becoming untouchable.

There was a moment of a confused atmosphere where Kali didn’t know what to do or how to respond. Was she blind? If so, was she able to laugh at the joke or would that be insensitive? Kali resorted to a light chuckle, but she was unable to hide how awkward she made it. “Yeah, with no job or purpose, there are only so much one can do here, I guess,” she said with a shrug. “And it’s not just the kids. The adults included.” Kali could be thrown on that list, but her pranks were nothing like the other sorts. “Kali, your welcome party,” she greeted jokingly, grinning at her words. “Friendly local some hours, evil guard the other hours. But linguistics? First time teaching that?”

“If someone uses the excuse of not having a job or a purpose, that should be a hint for them to get off their lazy asses, you know what I mean?” Angelina says, sucking her teeth. “Unless for some miraculous reason one is getting paid to play pranks, to liven the place up... Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good prank as much as the next person, --” No, actually. Not really. “But it sounds like STEMA and its residents need a bit more communication. More jobs, more events, volunteering. Does volunteering happen here? That would be a great place to start. A good trail run.” The woman hadn't meant to go off on a tangent like that, but that had always been an untamed side of Angelina. It was also the businesswoman who was always in the process of moving forward. Her father taught her that innovation was key to a better world. ( no matter how you got there ). “Get yourself a girl that can do both.” It was mostly a musing that probably needed to be kept to herself, but with the words out in the open, Angelina gives Kali a playful smirk. “So you’re the good cop and the bad cop? Sounds interesting. And God no, not by far. I've been teaching linguistics for ten years."

Yuuki was taken aback slightly as the woman explained herself and instantly Yuuki could feel herself growing awkward. How was she going to go about this? It’s not like she could treat the woman how she treats other people, but just because she was blind didn’t mean she was going to treat her any differently. Lucky for Yuuki, she and her husband had lived with a couple blind people while they were on the road before so she (somewhat) knew how to communicate with people like Angelina. They were prone to noise, or at least Yuuki had hoped. “Right, I am sorry ma’am.” She said, not staring at her in a strange, just giving her a usual resting face that she would give to anyone and she stood up tall. “Right now you’re facing the wall.” She said simply. “Turn exactly ninety degrees to your left and you’ll be facing the right direction that you need to go to reach your office. I still have your box and I will be right next to you the entire time. If you want me to leave though, you can tell me to leave and I will.” 

Angelina hasn’t grown fully accustomed to being blind. When she did, she learned that touch would be a huge factor in her life from then on. She learned that the sense of touch can often be of great assistance to those with visual impairments. Many blind people can notice imperfections in things that they touched. For example, objects are much more beautiful if they are even and smooth, things with roughness or with a crack would cause some discomfort.  But as rapidly as Angelina had learned all this, it was taken away from her. She couldn’t touch a fucking thing without it dying. She had to learn all over again, so now, with her sense of sight and touch gone, she now heavily relied on sound. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know.” Angelina says, giving a wave of dismissal. “And my name is Angelina, or Professor King if you’re taking linguistics.” Upon hearing that she was facing a wall, Angelina clicked her cane against it, half in annoyance and half in a joke before following Yuuki’s instructions. “It’s fine, you can stay. I might actually enjoy your company once I’m settled.” She sighs. “So, you know my name and my ability, -- What are your stats?”

Alex was dancing in his seat as he nursed a cocktail, having his own little party by himself. When Angelina walked up to him he beamed, and paid no attention to her words of leaving the bar. “Angie! Have a drink! Let’s party!” He was slurring his words terribly and his face was flush with sweat, he’d clearly been dancing all night. “You look beautiful as ever, by the way, but why aren’t you dressed up?” He whined at her, finally getting a hint that she wasn’t there to have fun, only to drag him away from his fun.

“I’ve already had a drink,” She lies at him over the music, gesturing to the bar with the quick nod of her head, “Got a free shot when I got in here.” The woman rolls her eyes at the drunken charm before setting her hands on her sides, a hip popping out, “Stating the obvious, huh? Guess it’s my turn. You’re as drunk as a lord. I can smell the alcohol through her pores,” Angelina scrunches her nose. "What are you talking about? I'm always dressed up." She scoffs. "It's time to go, Alex."

“Here’s a suggestion for you then, from an old timer to a novice,” he started with a small, playful smile, only jokingly. “Avoid the rec centre at night. That’s when a lot of the grumps come out.” Maybe this is why he liked school. Conversing with his teachers had never really been that difficult for him. SoHyun was in the business of getting onto the good side of people. Besides, she wasn’t even very intimidating, but this was only his first encounter with her. “Oh, linguistics ? That’s not a required course is it ? I don’t think it’s on my schedule yet.” That would mean he didn’t have any classes with the new professor… Unfortunately so. He was looking forward to having classes with her; she seemed like an interesting mentor to have. Either way, he still thought it would be wise to attend her office hours and form good connections. “You might want to lower your expectations a little,” he truthfully said, regarding his abilities. If only he had half as interesting an ability as the ones she mentioned. “Forcefields, actually. They’re not the most exciting, but I’m starting to like it more, the more I train.”

“Lay it on me, I’m all ears,” she grins at her own ironic joke while waiting for what SoHyun had to say. Angelina nods, thinking about his words. “That is some wholesome advice. Lord knows that I don’t have time for the grumpy people. Maybe it would be a wise idea to keep you by my side.” Angelina always loved her job and enjoyed what she taught others, especially if it was when they wanted to learn and she wasn’t just shoving an entire year worth curriculum down her student's throats. But she loved interacting with students in general, but she can figure that this was going to be different. These kids were away from their families and friends. It’s been said that a teacher and/or professor was a parent away from home. These kids had to gain their independence all over again, almost. Being able to communicate was so important. Now more than ever. “No, it’s not required. It’s a general course, you can always switch into my class during the fall or next year if you want, but if you have a class that’s boring you, you can always stop by and sit in.” Angelina tells the resident with a cheeky smile. With her head tilting in curiosity, Angelina looks at the young male with inquisitive eyes, wanting him to explain more. When he does, Angelina gives a snort with the roll of her eyes, “Forcefields? Are you kidding? Forcefields are incredible. You basically have impenetrable armour. If you don’t mind me asking, how’d you find out?”

Damian sighed with relief. This was a professor. He didn’t want to feel embarrassed times twelve. “That’s very reassuring. S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a nuisance.”

Angelina gives a chuckle, before that words that drip with satire, like honey from spoon, "I'm glad my lack of sight is good something." She then says before shrugging, "You aren't being a nuisance. I'm more curious than irritated. That was you who made that sound? What were you doing?”

​Angelina King was not at the bar to party, and she loved a good time just as much as the next person; that person being Alexander. But, unfortunately, this time for enterting the bar scene was more of a rescue mission. She didn’t know just how intoxicated Alexander was, but, there was still the ability of the trainer making a complete ass of himself. As soon as she stepped into the facility, Angelina regretted even considering entering the place, much less trying to get Alex to leave. Moving toward the counter, clicking her cane along the way, Angelina whistles sharply to get a bartenders attention. "Yes, ma'am?" They ask. "I'm looking for someone. Alexander Tudor. Dark hair, trainer...?" Despit not wanting to be here, she can't help but tap her finger to the beat. "Five seats down." The bartender tells her and with a nod and a smile, Angelina begins counting seats. It was nice to know that he was keeping in his seat just as she instructed. Though, Angelina knew that that was the only direction he was probably going to take from her tonight. It didn't take long to find herself standing beside the intoxicated male, “Alright. Let’s get you back to your toom, Trainwreck.” Angelina says while placing a hand on his shoulder.

Alex: love youuu~~~~

Alex: sont think im goinh anywhere :)

Alex: are u cominf to partyyyy

Alex: we can daaanceee and you can out on a hot litttle dress an we cab party

Angelina: God. You're so fucking wasted.

Alex: angie pls

Alex: come drink w me thennnn

Alex: heyyy~~~

Alex: ur wha the kiddos call a "snack"

Alex: sorry im drink :p

Angelina: Wow. How uncomfortable...

Angelina: Ah, okay then. You being drunk excuses the uncomfortable text.

Agatha was walking towards her office, with her eyes on the file of a new subject who entered the facility when she heard the other’s cry of help. She stopped and closed the file, pacing towards Angelina and grabbing one of her boxes, so they would not fall at the same time. “Oh,” she replied and nodded. “I really know where it is,” she said and nodded her head to the right direction. “What are you going to do here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Agatha turned her head over her shoulder to the woman, without even asking her name, straightforward moving to information that interested her.

“Perfect.” Angelina almost purred out of delight. All she wanted to do was get use to the new area, not stumble and trip around every corner. Thankfully, there were some people, like this woman, who decided to help and make this possible for Angelina. “I don’t mind at all.” And she really didn’t. If anything, she loved talking about her profession. "I’m going to be teaching linguistics.” Despite not seeing the woman guide her in the proper direction, Angelina focused on her steps and her cane now that she wasn’t carrying all of her boxes at once. “And yourself? Who am I speaking to?”

Faith sighed along with the woman and said, “Well clearly that person didn’t get the memo. They should really re-evaluate some of these employees…” Tilting her head to the right, she was slightly confused as to why the brunette would ask specifically where the room was when she was going to show it to her in the first place. “Umm…Left? Anyways—” She paused and took a brief moment to concentrate on the boxes, before instructing, “Okay you could let go now. I’ll take it from here.” She then began walking down the hall to lead the both of them to her destination. “My name’s Faith by the way. What’s your story?” Which was her way of asking what she was doing here? 

“It’s lost on me as to why they didn’t get the memo. First impressions still mean something these days, right?” Angelina looks in the general direction of her helper with confusion, bottom lip jutting out, and clear exasperation.  The professor ignores the confusion of the girl and follows the directions. It’s not that Angelina doesn’t enjoy she was blind outright to people or to save them from their own embarrassment, but she’s rather them figure it out on their own. Once again, following the instructions, Angelina lets go of the boxes, - and rather happily. “It’s great meeting you, Faith. Angelina.” The woman takes her crane properly into her hand, bouncing it lightly against the floor in front of her feet. “My story...” She draws out which is followed by a short chuckle. “STEMA caught the scent of my fantastic resume, so they offered me a job. That, but I think they more than likely thought my ability was a lot more... Interesting, let’s say. And you? What’s Miss. Faith’s story?”