Yoko's barking laughter fills the air as Julia recovers from the shock. "Not yet accustomed to moving between the worlds? Give it a few hundred years. It will grow on you." "A student, then. Very well, Daimyo." A bright, red flame suddenly erupts from the kitsune, enveloping and obscuring the yokai. Spoiler: Magic Sensitivity Roll 5+20(Sorceress)=25 fail Seconds later, the heatless tongues of fire disappear, leaving a human-looking woman standing next to the professor. Spoiler: Yoko "Does this meet your approval?" The woman, Yoko, grins.
"Unless she's gone with the moron." Michio grunts. Taking Felicia's gaze as a cue, the eyepatched student shrugs off her backpack and pulls a small, black, plastic case from it. "Keep a lookout. Gonna try picking the lock. Don't wanna pay for the door if I don't have to. It looks expensive." She opens the case, takes a pick and torsion wrench from it, and kneels in front of the portal.
The flames were almost blinding this close, but Yoko had made her choice to take a human form. From where the furred fox was, a relatively normal enough girl was left. Tilting her head just a little bit as she looked Yoko up and down, the teacher had something of a half curious look. "A little more punkish than I thought you would do. Good enough for our purposes anyway." Julia still wondered about how well she could really keep a reign on whatever antics Yoko wanted to get up to, but for the time being, she seemed more interested in just the novelty of the living world than anything else, as far as she could tell. "So, I suppose the next step should be to make sure the details are consistent of how come nobody's ever seen you before. No need to explain your existence to anyone who doesn't ask, but eventually one of the teachers will take notice. Rene, especially. He'll certainly want to look into a inexplicably new student that nobody ever met trying to get close to him. At least for today, nobody should think much of it. Most should have no reason to think you're any different. And any of the ones who do....I think that would be a good indication they have the potential for a off the books club of mine, I'm working on." It was coming together. Julia scanned the bathroom door, making sure nobody was there to eavesdrop or walking in at a bad moment. "I think the most two simple stories are that you either had a terminally ill family member and missed a good amount of time, or we can present you to the principal as something of a ringer that I poached in preparation for inter-school competitions. Either way eventually someone will throw out the question of where you're from. How familiar are you with this world and it's history, exactly? You might even benefit from my classes to be caught up to speed."
"Wait you have a... of course you do." Felicia's eyes go wide as she sees Michio attempt to pick the lock. She does as she's asked, looking around to make sure no one spots them. Not that they've actually ran into anyone on the way here earlier.
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