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Merasmus was a unique individual by default or at least that was what he wanted to think putting a positive inclination to his situation. Since he was born, he was able to see and even feel supernatural beings to top it all off due to his unmentionable talent, he could see the future or at least certain periods from the future. Patches of visions that could arrive from 20 seconds after he saw the vision and stretch to even years ahead. It wasn't that he hated being above normal, it was amazing to have such abilities that bypasses the normal limits of the human body; sadly it was unappreciated or worse: threatened, discriminated or his current career which he had seen when he hit the age of 13, as an instructor in the local academic institution, it wasn't helping at all when his body would go rigid and his eyes would dilate at random when the visions actually came to him. Which also lead to the numerous rumors of him that played between being taken over by a demon spawn, seisure episodes and or he was high on drugs/undergoing withdrawal. In totality of it all, being magically inclined doesn't give him enough credit as an instructor.

Not a single living soul knew about his supernatural ability and whenever he was under questioning he would simply feign amnesia and be backed up with normal laboratories. His CT-scan, MRI, bloodworks and etc had all shown a normal healthy man and he didn't have to pay a single cent due to priviledges of being an instructor. No matter how hard those bothersome medical practitioners had tried to find anything wrong with him it would all end in his favor. There was one particular physician who was painfully persistent and by far the most too 'clingy' to his being. Merasmus even made up a codename for him as a prize for his persistance; 'Medic' tended to him with such sick fascination mixed with an unknown hunger in his eyes that also screamed 'let me open you my dear'. Just thinking of the Medic gave him the goosebumps.

Putting his medical blues aside, Merasmus would basically go on his day brightening the minds of the youth as much as he would prefer to sit out and just read about incantations, curses and dark portals. In his teaching career he would come and bumped into a few special individuals and by special he meant down right troublesome kids. From bullying issues down to sexual harassment and it was a heavy burden to deal with. He had encountered an exchanged student from Sweden or was it Japan who was by far from anyone's brutal impressions of the mixed race student. The Masked student was far from his maniacal front; Merasmus would describe him as a gentle misunderstood child that was constantly bullied by his sense of traditional wear and soon had use rage and literally fire from his lighter as an outlet making his tainted reputation worse which bore the name 'Pyro'. When he foresaw the Pyro had an extreme passion in the art of cooking by a vision of the youth's future as a pastry chef and a confectioneer in France, he spontaneously had offered Pyro another outlet for his rage and self-pity with a part-time job at the local Bakery nearby. Surprisingly enough, Pyro had improved more than expected while keeping his hunger in a full meter with the goods the youth had offered; oh and well he had to deal with the said bullies which he will never divulge the actual step by step procedure but it mainly included a good scare with a real spirit to rile up some sense in those nutshells.

speaking of spirits why was the bombinomicon staring at his next class? Merasmus raised a brow at the floating spirit of a former wizard of destruction from the Sumerian era but he immediately dropped his expression. It would be weird if people saw him making a confused look on an innocent glass door and he didn't want to be questioned again which usually brings him to the mercy of the damn Medic. Merasmus truly wanted to ask and assist the lost spirit but he was in public and he couldn't do anything until dismissal. He adjusted his necktie and as much he didn't want to ignore the spirit, he had too as he opened the door to greet his class. According to Helen, he had yet another new student who transfered mid way in the academic year. He was welcome by the common greeting and the usual odd stares from his students however he didn't expect a battlecry that roared at the very back of his household or the fact that his student from boston who had claimed to be called as scout was current at arms against an unknown male dressed in the familiar set of uniforms which he presumed to be his new student.

Merasmus contemplated on getting between the two but somehow when the instructor had made himself known by a loud clearing of his throat, the two fighters had settled with glaring at each other. Fear was a nice thing to have during this times of one's teaching career; it saved him the time wasted to break up the fight and waste more time trying to settle by hearing both sides. "Now that I have your undivided attention..." He paused as he eyed the new student he had, the battle cry earlier reminded him of a raging and dying soldier in skirmishes. 'Soldier' had a nice ring to it, yes he could use it as a befitting nickname for the young man. "I do believe we have a new mind who will be joining us for the rest of the academic year, why don't you introduce yourself Soldier?" Merasmus gestured the new student to stand in audience althought he wans't expecting anything special besides the routine introduction.

"Sir, yes SIR! Colonel Jane Doe reporting for duty!" The new student now proclaimed as Jane Doe had even added a salute to his introduction partnered by the strict straight military posture. The instructor was almost dumbstruck at how sincere the salute look and did Jane ever bother to check he was technically a 'private' as he was just a freshman. "Yes, Thank you Mr. Jane for your... unique introduction"

"that's Colonel Jane Doe to you Private!" Jane Doe shouted with maximum lung power and that might actually convince Merasmus that he was indeed a private starting out under the service of Colonel Jane Doe if it wasn't for the explosion of laughter along with the spirit of the bombinomicon's snickering, Merasmus would have inclined to continue Jane's roleplay. "Mr. Jane your introduction is over-" The instructor immediately cut by Jane once more as the American slammed his fist on the desk in front of him. Silence spread faster than wild fire as all the eyes were on his new hyper student and he even manage to get a complete stare from the Instructor who was now slowly fuming at the fact that the instructor was rudely interrupted. Jane merely grinned before he resumed his what Merasmus could tell was an announcement. "My new brothers in arms, we shall rule this class and conquer it in the name of AMERICA!" Surprisingly enough the new student's speech or whatever he had spat had somehow hyped the whole class minus the sour boston student he had fought earlier. "And you Private!" the American once again shouted on the top of his lungs as he pointed at Merasmus with much determination that made the Instructor freeze for a moment "Private you will lead us to our victory!" Ignoring the explosions of riduculous laughter, finger pointing and the too patriotic pose of the new student, Merasmus could consider the whole thing as a compliment given by Jane.

With Jane's introduction over or at least Merasmus had hope that was all the Soldier was going to screech about as he watch the new student sit back to his chair with full concentration. At this point the Instructor wasn't sure how to feel about the addition to his troup of misfits as it was an odd mix of awe, annoyance, irritation, admiration and well a dash of comedy. To see things in the positive way at least the class was now fully alert for whatever challenge they were going to study about. The instructor started with his lesson of the day as he scribbled on the white board key terminologies down to equations and trusty formulas that he had to drill in the new minds that was issued to him by Helen. It wasn't unexpected to Merasmus that he would be handling an odd set of students as he had already seen the short future when he first started his teaching career. Soon enough the class had behaved enough to actually listen minus the floating bombinomicon spirit who was still giggling like a horrible school girl. In the end of the lecture, Merasmus had all but filled the entire board minus the 5 by 5 inch space at the bottom left corner; he forgot that he tended to rambled on subjects he enjoyed to the point the lecture was so technically deep he could have sworn his students was hit by a comical critical hit or minicrits excluding the bright short student from Texas who had all but noted everything with ease. Merasmus never bothered inquiring the young Texan as to why he hadn't skip levels and just head to work with his intelligence, it was simply not his concern and if the Texan wanted to share his reasons he could march his feet to him.

Students started slowly filtering out of his room as he remained sitting while picking up his reading glasses and turning on his laptop to work. The room wasn't going to be used in the next 3 hours and surely the solitude the room offered was far better than the noisy faculty lounge. He couldn't even fathom how Mikhail who was the master of literary art could tolerate such annoying bark of chatter of his fellow instructors; perhaps his associate's oddly intimidating height and physique could have been one of the reasons. Merasmus buried himself with the sounds of his fast hands typing furiously to actually pray notice to the last student who had still failed to leave the room.

Jane stood from his sit and slowly walked towards the all too focused instructor. The American didn't enjoy the fact that a non-living and certainly not American object was hogging all the attention of his new instructor. At first, Jane attempted to grab his instructor's attention by verbal assault which had failed miserably Merasmus continued to spam the keys of his laptop. Next was physical contact which was something Jane was never afraid to use but he paused to think of the most subtle contact, after all he had to follow protocol. The American's eyes trailed all over his Instructor's form to find a better contact without looking too rude and disrespectful. So Jane did what he believed to be the most subtle form of touch which was a hand on his Teacher's shoulder. Apparently based on the results, Jane had gravely miscalculated to which he will never state he did miscalculated. the moment Jane's hand had touch the soft fabric on his Instructor's shoulder all hell broke lose. His Instructor went frozen and his eyes were wide and unnerving that Jane wasn't sure if he was going to be in trouble. So he did what he thought was the next step in the protocol, the American quickly grabbed both shoulders of his Instructor and shook them hard enough in hopes of getting his teacher back out of whatever fainted state his teacher was in. "I will not ...tolerate failure ...and death ...of my team!" When the shaking failed, Jane thought of the next step in protocol and then it hit the American. Maybe his instructor went into a state of shock and couldn't breath; no one was better equiped than him to deal with the dilema. His mother had drilled in him with the knowledge on Basic life Support that included rescue breathing. Without a second of hesitation, Jane instantly smashed his lips on his currently unresponsive instructor. However Merasmus couldn't even feel what the American was doing to him due to the fact he was beyond preoccupied with another one of his visions.

Merasmus had expected that visions would strike at any moment but it was still caught him off guard. He watched with his vision eyes that he was still in the school grounds or better yet, he was in the institution's theater. Based on what he could see from his view, he was some sort of villain with sharp weapon which he couldn't tell if it was a balisong or a regular knife but soon after the face of none other than his eagle eyed student came into view. The Austrailian exchange student known as Mundy was apparently part of the act as the lead role or the protagonist with a sword that the young Australian claim as the bushwacka. His vision body turned towards what seemed to be an audience to deliver a few lines which triggered the next identifier. He was in the body of yet another one of his former students, The French exchange student who was currently a year ahead of Mr. Mundy. Merasmus had thank the heavens for not just giving him such a nice gift but also the keen knowledge of recall. Lucien was the name of the body he was currently residing in. As Lucien was done delivering his lines, the Frenchman started attacking as part of the act of course. What Merasmus didn't expect was the fact Lucien hadn't notice he held a real knife and had slash from the bottom end of Mundy's Sternum until cutting pass the jugular vein and he was certainly sure Lucien had also hit the common carotid as the spatter of blood was too much. The Instructor saw the pure shock and fear that Mundy produced before unceremoniusly dropping to the floor. He heard Lucien scream in horror of the murder and Merasmus knew he could stop it. He knew that the play was going to take place 3 nights from now as Mikhail happily informed him that Helen approved of his work to be played on the stage and practices were going so well. Soon the vision slowly faded, the bloody scene finally dissipating in a clean chain of smoke.

However he didn't expect the warm sensation on his lips or the fact his body was now being held close by his new American student.

"hmmph!" The Instructor tried in vain to verbally escape those foreign yet warm lips and had manage to only produce an odd sound which he couldn't really decipher. Out of sheer panic as he finally felt something similar to a tongue, the instructor immediately bit the intruder which reliquished him from his liplocked predicament. Merasmus was relieved as the intruder had finally left his mouth have it's freedom but was a little dismayed how he was still unable to get away from the strong grip around his arms and waist. Soon his vision cleared as his eyes return to their normal state from the previous dilation.

And he was met face to face with his predator. Mr. Jane Doe.

"Soldier, what exactly do you think you're doing!? relinquish me from your hold this instant!" Merasmus struggled as he stated and growled his inquiries at his predator who was simply grinning like some sort of idiot had won a prize. "YOU'RE ALIVE, THANK AMERICA!" Ignoring his instructor's 'Soldier' nickname, Jane merrily spun around still hugging Merasmus to his being. The American knew his skills were that good that he even bought a dead person back. He needed to tell his mother about it and maybe she'll let him teleport bread for the next 3 days.

"UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT JANE!"

Somehow when his teacher called him by his first name, Jane couldn't help but hold his struggling and probably seething Instructor closer to him.

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Another ficlet born from the ashes

I just felt Merasmus needed more of a spotlight and of course his pairing with Soldier felt like totally cannon

but that's just my opinion

If you're Still lost:

Staff members as of present:

Merasmus - (specialty to be revealed)

Heavy/Mikhail - Literature (too classic, I'm sorry for the lack of creativity)

Medic/(name to be revealed) - Physician on board for the academic institution

Students as of present:

freshmen:

Soldier/Jane Doe

Scout/(name to be decided)

Sniper/Mundy (again too classic)

sophomore:

Pyro/(name to be decided) - I made him a mix of Swedish and Japanese for some random reason

Spy/Lucien (name is referrenced from 2Due's new notes over old memories)

others/to be added

Miss pauling, Helen, Demoman