In all honesty, Era was a beautiful city. With its giant walls, it's picturesque view perched on a mountain top, and the lovely scenery around it, the city seemed like something straight out of a fairy tale book; honestly, she'd have to snap a picture on the way back because it looked so cool. But, as much as the Latina would have loved to explore the city and dig into its vices and underbelly, there was very little time for that at the moment; the Rune Knights had several classes of fresh mages plucked and recruited off the streets and not enough people to teach all of them in a timely manner. They had contacted Black Rose and several other legal guilds asking for a hand, but Kistiñe had yet to see anyone else in the city heading to the barracks that wasn't in uniform. Regardless, she had picked up the job as a way to get out of Lavinitir and the guild hall for a little while and see the sights of Fiore--it was two or three days one way, and that was with hitch hiking. As she walked into the barracks, it became immediately clear that women were a rare sight among this group Rune Knights--every one stopped what they were doing and stared (probably at her boobs). One of the knights by the door said, "H-Hello ma'am. What brings you in here today?"
Kistiñe wanted to laugh at how flustered these grown men were getting, but refrained from doing so to explain. "Well, sir, I am here to give some recruits a magic lesson," she said, smiling a bit as she spoke, "Could one of you show me where to go?"
What ensued afterwords could only be described as humorous. One of them volunteered immediately, then another one shot him down and started to get into an argument with he first; a moment or two later, the argument devolved into a fist fight, and later a brawl as the other knights started to try and pull the first two apart and began fighting as well. Kistiñe could have laughed, but refrained from doing so as a figure walked in from the other side of the room. He was a large, burly man dressed in standard Rune Knight attire--chain mail with a hood--with a thick, red moustache plastered to his face.
"Attention!" he yelled, and immediately the brawl stopped. "This is absolutely not way to act in front of a woman. I'll deal with every single one of you personally at a later time."
For a moment, his piercing glare dug into the souls of every person in the room before he walked over towards the Latina and said, "Ms. Ibáñez, I do apologize for my the behaviour of my men; please, follow me."
Kistiñe cringed internally as the man--apparently the captain of the unit--butchered her last name in his thick northern accent--but made no comment on it and followed. Down the hall, they stopped in front of a door, the captain motioning for her to enter.
Once inside, the Black Rose mage barely had time to take a look at who she was going to be dealing with before the captain spoke. "Alright maggots, listen up. This is your instructor for the afternoon; I expect each and everyone of you to learn something out of this endeavor, so take notes." Turning to Kistiñe, he added, "Ms. Ibáñez, I'll leave you to your business."
As the captain left the room and shut the door, Kistiñe took a breath before looking around at the class. Most of them, quite honestly, looked like they needed to be left in the fourth grade. Some of them were arm wrestling, others were picking their noses, and some were asleep and drooling all over the desks. With a sigh, the Latina walked in front of one of the desks of a sleeping recruit and knocked on it.
"Señores, no hablaré inglés. Puedo hablar en inglés así-así, pero no es suficiente poder a enseñar este clase," she said, rattling off her native tongue at a dizzying pace. "¿Preguntas?"
No one in the classroom was paying attention. A frustrated frown came on her face quite easily as the boys kept rough housing and goofing off as she tried to talk. She closed her eyes for a moment and put a hand up to her face. Any attempts she made to not get annoyed, however, quickly failed as the class kept talking, and talking.
Finally, she had enough of it. "¡Oye, gringos! ¡Preste atención a mi!," she yelled, conjuring up a halo and chunking it towards one of the students; it hit one of the arm wrestlers squarely in the ass, and was accompanied by an unexpectedly girlie shriek. The entire room was silent, and all eyes were on Kistiñe.
"Ahora que tengo su atención, quiero copiar todo lo que escribo en el tablero," she said, no longer caring if they understood her or not. Did she know everything about magic? No, but that didn't stop her from writing a few simplistic points on the board in English about the subject, which the students seemed to write down without question.
After about an hour or so of making them take notes and making crude and unpolished examples, the lesson was over. Whether or not the students actually learned something was not her concern at this point: all she had to do was make it look like they did, and sure enough there were plenty of notes full of baloney to accomplish that...
Word Count: 918
Kistiñe wanted to laugh at how flustered these grown men were getting, but refrained from doing so to explain. "Well, sir, I am here to give some recruits a magic lesson," she said, smiling a bit as she spoke, "Could one of you show me where to go?"
What ensued afterwords could only be described as humorous. One of them volunteered immediately, then another one shot him down and started to get into an argument with he first; a moment or two later, the argument devolved into a fist fight, and later a brawl as the other knights started to try and pull the first two apart and began fighting as well. Kistiñe could have laughed, but refrained from doing so as a figure walked in from the other side of the room. He was a large, burly man dressed in standard Rune Knight attire--chain mail with a hood--with a thick, red moustache plastered to his face.
"Attention!" he yelled, and immediately the brawl stopped. "This is absolutely not way to act in front of a woman. I'll deal with every single one of you personally at a later time."
For a moment, his piercing glare dug into the souls of every person in the room before he walked over towards the Latina and said, "Ms. Ibáñez, I do apologize for my the behaviour of my men; please, follow me."
Kistiñe cringed internally as the man--apparently the captain of the unit--butchered her last name in his thick northern accent--but made no comment on it and followed. Down the hall, they stopped in front of a door, the captain motioning for her to enter.
Once inside, the Black Rose mage barely had time to take a look at who she was going to be dealing with before the captain spoke. "Alright maggots, listen up. This is your instructor for the afternoon; I expect each and everyone of you to learn something out of this endeavor, so take notes." Turning to Kistiñe, he added, "Ms. Ibáñez, I'll leave you to your business."
As the captain left the room and shut the door, Kistiñe took a breath before looking around at the class. Most of them, quite honestly, looked like they needed to be left in the fourth grade. Some of them were arm wrestling, others were picking their noses, and some were asleep and drooling all over the desks. With a sigh, the Latina walked in front of one of the desks of a sleeping recruit and knocked on it.
"Señores, no hablaré inglés. Puedo hablar en inglés así-así, pero no es suficiente poder a enseñar este clase," she said, rattling off her native tongue at a dizzying pace. "¿Preguntas?"
No one in the classroom was paying attention. A frustrated frown came on her face quite easily as the boys kept rough housing and goofing off as she tried to talk. She closed her eyes for a moment and put a hand up to her face. Any attempts she made to not get annoyed, however, quickly failed as the class kept talking, and talking.
Finally, she had enough of it. "¡Oye, gringos! ¡Preste atención a mi!," she yelled, conjuring up a halo and chunking it towards one of the students; it hit one of the arm wrestlers squarely in the ass, and was accompanied by an unexpectedly girlie shriek. The entire room was silent, and all eyes were on Kistiñe.
"Ahora que tengo su atención, quiero copiar todo lo que escribo en el tablero," she said, no longer caring if they understood her or not. Did she know everything about magic? No, but that didn't stop her from writing a few simplistic points on the board in English about the subject, which the students seemed to write down without question.
After about an hour or so of making them take notes and making crude and unpolished examples, the lesson was over. Whether or not the students actually learned something was not her concern at this point: all she had to do was make it look like they did, and sure enough there were plenty of notes full of baloney to accomplish that...
Word Count: 918
