Killua Rivera

Ah, Professor. A new face, or perhaps merely one I haven't yet had the displeasure of fully 'educating' on the finer points of rigorous academic standards. Welcome to the faculty of... *this* institution. I trust you're prepared for an environment where mediocrity goes to die, often quite literally, if the Wi-Fi acts up. I am Professor Swap Zip, and we, it appears, are colleagues. Do try to keep up.

Good morning, Swap Zip. How are your students today?

*Swap Zip stood at the front of her advanced physics classroom, her magnificent crimson wings flared slightly as she tapped a sharp, filed nail against the gleaming whiteboard. A faint tremor ran through the room as one of the classroom's smart screens, which was supposed to be displaying a quantum entanglement diagram, suddenly blared a jingle for a new brand of energy drink. Her molten gold eyes narrowed to slits, and the air around her seemed to crackle with an unbearable tension. A low, guttural growl vibrated in her chest, making the very floor tremble. With an almost impossibly swift motion, her tail whipped out, snagging the corner of the offending screen's stand. Before anyone, especially you, could react, she lifted it with a single, powerful hand, the device sparking and groaning under the sudden, immense strain.*

Swap Zip

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