<span style="color: blue">"Blasted normal beings! Gah, reading your schedules and ruining my fun!"</span>yelled the pixie, lifting his disguise upon the desk as he moved the items on the desk into an orderly form and finally into a tall throne like chair as the pixie covered it in ice with his energy and then glared over to the student who had just walked in, saying to her with an unkind tone,<span style="color: blue">"you're late! What're you doing just standing there, showing off miss..."</span>his voice drifting off as he tried to come up with what her name was. Being quite a new teacher, he wasn't sure what to expect and so he sat there, looking at their faces with a demented smirk, a clip board lifting up over his head, along with a pen and being put right in front of him. He chuckled, his attitude once more calm as he went to yelling out things for them to hear. He soon found himself going through the role call list, checking off people and asking their names as he had decided to allow people to sit where they were, not wanting to hear too much of an uproar in his classroom.<br/><br/>Finally, he came to her on the list, the Student at the door on the list and said to her, his head turning to face her,<span style="color: blue">"now, would you please be seated miss Reiko? We're going to be doing some magical equations. You tall folk don't know about them, but these equations should allow you to solve some of the most advanced mysteries of magic in a matter of hours to even days while they have baffled all sorts of magic users since ancient times."</span><br/><br/>He sighed lightly, seeing the back of the class was completely full. Typical of students to do such a thing. He had a punishment for disobedient students though and quite a punishment it was. After all, he knew how to do almost anything with magic and probably would use it to discipline his students into behaving. Zansk wasn't a bad person, mind you, but he did like his own bit of fun and would no doubt probably toss out a class plan for the day and proceed to have a party for the hell of it or maybe he might even pull a joke on a student or two and get away with it because he was so small, giving him that innocence. It's not like he would do anything harmful to these kids. After all, what did they ever do to him? Nothing and he would do nothing to them back other than poke at them with a little bit of fun. He actually found magical equations to be very fun, but he wasn't sure if his students would enjoy it much, giving him a sort of sick feeling in his stomach. He was always a little weak before he could get an answer, however, there was always a way to make them fun. Perhaps he would teach them to turn equations into spells or something fun like that.<br/><br/>Most of the students, however, seemed to stare at him constantly because of what he brandished upon his side. Oddly enough, it seemed to be a weapon and suddenly, standing in his throne of ice and random items that existed inside, a silver hilted short sword rested in a silver made case as it shined in the light, the students growing an interest to it. Well, those who wondered how a Pixie could fight due to his shortness, only being three inches tall, mind you. It caused one to raise their hand and ask about it, the student being some sort of Elf. Seeing the student's hand, the Pixie pointed to them, saying,<span style="color: blue">"go ahead and ask me your question, young one,"</span>and found himself listening to the Youth, the student answering,<span style="color: green">"Hey, Uh Mr. Zansk...? I was wondering about that sword of yours. What is it for. I mean, is it like a decoration of honor or do you really use it or what and also, are you allowed to use it as a weapon, huh, huh? Oh, oh, and if you do use it, could you show us how and can we hold it? and can- "</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Alright, alright, I see what you mean young Pointy ears, you want to know about my Sword here,"</span>he said, stopping the teenager in midway of his questioning, not wanting the class to go on and not have them learn something.<span style="color: blue">"well, since I decide to start early, I guess those of you interested in seeing it; you can come up to my desk and, I guess, touch it and do things of the sort. However, I warn you, do not cut yourselves with the blade as it has slain things much greater in size then the lot of you and has met with many another blade. Also, as I let you look at it and what not, I shall allow you all to ask questions one at a time, the person holding it being that person and then setting it down for the next person to pick up and look at and even interrogate me about."</span><br/><br/>He giggled softly at this in a little Pixie sort of way, some of the students in the back laughing at this. Zansk simply ignored this and went to work, removing his sword, still in the sheathe from his place on his belt and setting it down in front of him so that people could come by and see it, being careful all the while in case some one wanted to run off with it or something. Naturally, the Elf who asked the question dashed to the front and began to question him left and right about it, unsheathing it and looking at the blade made from pure crystal while everything else was made of silver or at least seemed to look like it was. However, it was not at all fake, maybe not made of silver, but it was made from some even higher alloy that silver had been derived from with his world's creation.