Aa: *clips on his leash before realizing he has the wrong naga*

T: *stares down at the lead, then slowly looks up at the fae with a very un-amused expression*

Aa: *tugs at the leash, frowning*

T: *narrows his eyes and grips the leash to give it a yank the opposite direction*

Aa: *growls* Come now, Tink- *notices his naga has legs* Er... what happened to your tail?

T: Grew out of it after eight weeks of uterine development. *eyes him with a deadpan stare, starting to feel a little violent towards the weirdo. He cracks his knuckles, still clenched around the lead*

Aa: *grins, leaving the leash hovering in mid air to circle the stranger wearing his pet's appearance* The attitude's the same, but more intelligent... interesting... *decides the human version is not too bad either* Younger though... *runs a claw down one half curled horn, remembering when Tink was gawkier, a less proportioned youngling* He was SO cute when he was your age... *sighs wistfully*

T: *spares a single glance at the floating leash, preferring to keep his eyes on the weirdo. Jerks his head to the side, away from the petting finger, and bares his teeth in a warning snarl* I'm warning you, old man--I'll break it, next time. Hands off.

Aa: *laughs* Oh, you ARE a bad thing! *old his hands behind him to consider the scaleless naga. Waves his hand to vanish the leash, bowing slightly* I'm sorry for the mistaken identity, are you, perhaps, Tink?

T: ...That depends just who is asking. *stretches his neck slowly, shaking off the feeling of the lead, and narrows his eyes*

Aa: I am Aazh.... *bows more gracefully* I was here to meet with the president. I hadn't brought my naga with me, but sometimes he escapes and follows me anyway. *cocks his head curiously* You bear a MOST striking resemblence! In the most flattering way, of course... he's quite handsome... *looks thoughtful and a little day-dreamy*

T: *straightens up a little taller, remembering his well-bred manners. Doesn't understand what he means by 'his' naga, but is made wary by it* And you know...Tink. Who told you that name? *doesn't let up his narrowed-eye stare despite the fond gaze he's inexplicably getting*

Aa: *grins* Oh, it's just coincidence. MY naga is also Tink... *purrs and perches on a summoned chair* The naga of this world are less... feral. More civilized. I apologize for any rudeness, but he's very good at causing trouble if he's allowed to roam... Such a delightful coincidence to find he, or you have alternate realities... *nods thoughtfully*

T: *resist the urge to be a little violent towards this fellow who knows so much about 'Tink'--himself or another--even though it would be so soothing to his confused self* You 'have' a naga named Tink? One who looks just like me...? *is also very tempted to scoff, but keeps it bottled* You're one of 'that' sort, aren't you.... *gives him an appraising once-over*

Aa: *shakes his head tsking* Oh no, I assure you, he's more intelligent than a dog certainly, but I've had to rescue him from cars before. Where I'm from, most naga are still wild forest dwellers. I don't keep pets that are are sentient as you, sir... That's just called taking prisoners! *laughs, most amused and ignoring or not noticing the student's distain* Why... are you? * leans in curiously, hoping to learn more of the interesting aspects of the school in this world he knows little of*

T: *deep, deep down inside, feels slightly offended that an alternate reality version of himself would need rescuing from cars, of all things, but doesn't know how to process that, and lets it slide* You know Tink...or A Tink, anyway. *shifts his weight back and raises an eyebrow* Enlighten me--is Tink the sort of person to keep pets? Am I? *tilts his head to one side, watching patiently*

Aa: *smiles, thinking about his other familiars* Yes. He likes being in charge. Control. *eyes him sidelong* Somehow, I get the feeling you're much better at it than he is... *leans back smugly to see if he's right, summoning a bottle of wine to muse over, offering the humanoid a glass*

T: *nods slowly, expression mostly neutral, and just a touch pleased* An astute observation. *eyes sharply the bottle floating out of nowhere, and waits until he's tried a sip of it to look back at the fae* And 'your' Tink--is he also underage for drinking? *takes another slow, deliberate sip, eyes on the faerie*

Aa: *shakes his head* No, he'd be older than you, a decade or so...? *shrugs, not too great at judging mortal years, especially since his familiars tend to outlive their non-magically enhanced counterparts. Doesn't give a whit about underage or not, since he's no native subject to local laws or silly customs*

T: Hm. Interesting. *sips at the wine, trying to read the fae and not having the best of luck, though he recognizes the glimmer of a kindred spirit in there somewhere* So. Here to visit the school Pres, is that it? I didn't know he was having visitors....

Aa: *nods* Some talk of integrating a magic program. I was recommended via friends of friends, I'm sure you know the way it is... *chuckles, relaxing lazily into the cushions*

T: Magic? As in, teaching a course in magic? *can't help but sound a little startled, as it's not something covered on any school's curriculum, and he has a hefty desire for more ways to be badass and manipulative* I think that is something from which our school could definitely benefit....

Aa: *lifts an eyebrow* Of course... I haven't committed to anything yet, but I may teach if it should happen *grins, swishing his glass slowly* It might be a few years coming, or are they called months? *frowns, trying to remember the proper descriptions for this particular locale, though he's mostly watching the naga with interest* You would take a course in magic...?

T: Months. *doesn't care to entertain the thought of it taking too long for him to benefit from it* I would, yes. Provided it's actually useful, and not just theoretical lessons....

Aa: *chuckles* of course... *only a little disappointed* Not many are all that interested in the theory... *snorts, tossing back the glass* Though a theory course would be required as a general ed if one is to be practicing...

T: *waves one hand dismissively* Oh, of course it would. Everything has a theory course before labs begin. *finishes his glass too, licking a drop off of his lips and drumming his fingers along the stem of the glass* But so long as the lab is WORTH the theory....

Aa: *nods, grinning* Well, if you would have any interest in private lessons, I'm quite curious to compare you to my own Tink. We could... work something out, I'm sure... *pours another glass, offering the bottle*

T: *crafts on a bland smile and nods* Yes. That will do for now. *takes the bottle, figuring he might have to come to EVERY class a little tipsy if he was going to constantly be compared to 'other Tink'* How soon are you available to begin?

Aa: *looks around, surprised at such an eager student from such a surly meeting* Now, if you would like... *stands and brushes himself off with short swoops of magic and holds out his hand to the human-Tink* Shall we...?

T: Now is good for me. *finishes his wine in a big swig, eyes the hand, then extends his own as though he were going to shake the fae's hand*

Aa; *pulls Tink closer to transport them both to his favorite teaching place, a quiet meadow overlooking a brook near his own home. While he's at it, he seeks out his big pet naga, summoning him to the same place attired in something impressive and tasteful for a bodyguard naga* Ah, the weather is perfect for a session... *purrs, releasing the human to attend to his pet, greeting him with a restrained hand on a broad shoulder* Hello again, my beast. I hope you've been good for the servants...

T: *stares with sharp, attentive eyes all around them, not startled persay, but hyper aware of everything now that anything could happen--and does, as his monstrous doppleganger appears. He stares at him with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, incredibly unsettled inside to see that they have all the same scars, and every single piercing*
PetT: *shrugs off the hand on his shoulder after a moment, staring just as intently at the younger, tailless version of himself on the other side of the clearing. In addition to the same face, he also has a disturbingly exact smell, despite the differences in their lives and histories. Gets right in the student's face and sniffs, not even flinching when the kind feints a headbutt and comes a centimeter from bashing heads with him*

Aa: *cocks his head to watch* I'll call him off, but he's much better behaved if he knows you won't be bullied... *grins, wondering if the human version is the same way and suspecting he'll find out soon enough. Whether the human has pierced nipples might remain foggy for the future unless he chooses to get overly invasive. For the most part, he lets any students have privacy and choose to reveal their secrets on their own. Readies a strong ribbon of power that only he sees in his mind that will be strong enough to restrain his fierce pet should the confrontation not go well*

T: *slings a punch up towards the naga's jaw at the exact second that the naga slams a meaty fist down into the student's gut. Both leap to attack after that simultaneous first blow, fists thudding and claws raking open skin and in one case, prying at a yellow belly scute before all arms and limbs get locked up in a snarling, growling grapple*

Aa: *lets them fight until its fairly clear that neither will yield to his own image* Boys. behave... *loops an end of magic around each to carefully extricate the fierce fighters from one another. Gives each a looking over, mending the students scuffed and ripped clothes and scratches, putting a hand over his pet's torn scale to heal it back into place* Now's not the time to fight...

ST: *reacts with more surprise to the invisible bonds suddenly restraining him, but stops flexing and cursing as soon as he sees the naga being similarly pulled away. Watches closely as the fae makes everything right again, still breathing hard from the scuffle* It was going to have to happen eventually....
T: *settles his belly back onto the ground as soon as the scute is repaired, and settles down to soak in the adrenaline of a good rumble. Nods his agreement once, and tries slicking his hair back out of his eyes*

Aa: *Nods* I understand *grins, amused by their behavior and utter agreement* It's better to get it done with. I only wish to keep you for so long today... *chuckles and settles down, not changing the volume of his voice, only the tone, waving a hand to bring the naga close enough to rest a hand on his scales, removing the immobilization* Sit... close your eyes *the way he speaks make it nearly impossible to refuse*

Tink: *sits before he realizes he'd even told his body to do so, and realizes at the same time that he's closed his eyes, and it is very dark. The compulsion annoys him, but he can't seem to muster up the irritation to counter the order, and so he stays, shifting into a somewhat more comfortable position on the ground*