#professorspiderbite

 It was not all it was cracked up to be, being a teacher. The kids Asipha Serket taught all think they know these things already, But as the students all realized by now, The Scorpio matriarch is rather strict in her lessons, but encouraging. She has a blackboard at the front of the class, with names and what they need to work on. She hummed a tune out, thinking about all sorts of topics. Brainstorming. Dipping into her own private world, the one she doesn’t put to paper. She dared to smile, her wondrous imagination cooking up scenarios and fantasies.  Every so often -like now- she’d get an idea for a new series, and she would pull out a little notebook from underneath her bra, and quickly jot it down. Fantasy is something Asipha felt she excelled at. She was a poor hand at a mystery, and fans of Sci-fi always demanded to know the ‘how’ of everything. But fans of Fantasy just like to accept things, It simply is, that’s all there needs to be. It was wonderful. Her smile turned into a teeth-showing smirk, and she began to fill pages in her little notebook, this breaking her own rule about writing stories in it. She was so preoccupied with her own fantasy, she forgot that she was still in her office, and the hours were winding down until the night sky decided to show it’s face.

It was a quiet and rainy day on campus at the moment, and Asipha serket was capitalizing on it. Sitting at the desk in her class room, she was getting some primo writing done. Using the dark shapes in the clouds above she drew inspiration from twisted shapes her mind picked out. Her eyes went wide with excitement, her grin was drawn wide with the malice she gave to her world. She liked writing. It gave her thoughts form, it gave her will agency. In the worlds she designed, she was truly and utterly a god. Fickle and Terrible. Soothing and forgiving. And Today, she was visiting a terrible vision onto the main character of this story. 

Sure, there were gyms on campus for students and faculty to utilize for free, but the issue with that for a certain Tierra Peixes was that she did not like her own students ‘nor her staff enough to want to get pumped with and around them. And it’s not like she wanted to be doing any form of exercise at home alone, anyways. With just drones silently watching their master do her workouts, it was a hard coin to toss as she finally bought a membership to the elitist-style gym that was off campus, allowing her to get pumped with strangers and specialty trainers so she didn’t need to know anyone in any particular regard.

That is, it would have been that case if it weren’t for her personal trainer not being in for a day. While, yes, Tierra could fare just fine herself if it was any other day, she was not particularly formidable and self-sufficient when it came to kickboxing. Groaning as she fumbled annoyedly with her hand wraps, she got herself up to the bag, scowling at the red X placed in the centre of it like it was someone who had offended her just by existing.

Tomorrow was Asipha first day of work at the the institute, but tonight she was allowed to set up her first self-defense classes. Of course, she wasn’t getting paid for it, but Asipha wasn’t going to let that get her down, she was excited. She had the gymnasium at the highschool cleared for an hour, the bleachers were pushed back and mats were laid out. She had posted online that she would be having a self defense class tonight and she would be allowing any and all people. Self defense was about defending yourself, obviously, and all people would need some form of training for those unavoidable confrontations in life. She was busy setting up a clear defined ‘confrontation mat’, a place where people will be set up against each other in mock battles. 

She had punching bags and the like set up, and even some plastic dummies. The dummies would simulate the weight of the average human body, and the bags were hard and soft in some places, to simulate the most vulnerable parts of the human body as well. Asipha realized that it was probably over the top for something so simple as a self defense class, but she made the case that if it comes down to those fight-or-flight situations, you want options. The rest just fell into place.