Aizawa Shouta found himself quick to step out of an identical white stone fire pit located in what he suspected was a rather dusty basement that was, much like the apartment he had just left, completely empty save for the raised dais of the fire pit. The only lighting was a single tiny window in the upper half of the room, half sunken underground but allowing some marginal sunlight in. Lupin wasn't there to greet him, prompting the sudden worry that Aizawa had mispronounced his destination. He slipped a thumb in his pocket to finger at the fine black powder contained therein, and also eyed the ornate bowl equally identical to the one at the apartment in Japan, which also contained a fair amount of the black powder.
Aizawa stepped cautiously away from the now lowly burning structure of the stone pit, and eyed the rest of the room. As was his initial impression, the room was completely empty. The floor was covered in dust, disturbed only in well worn tracks leading between the only door in the room and the pit in the middle of it. Aizawa cautiously slipped his hand in an inner pocket and pulled out his work/burner phone. It was hot in his hand, unnaturally hot. The teacher flipped open the screen to reveal only television static, and holding it close to his ear only produced more sta-no, not static, but whispers. The low murmur of voices just in the other room. Listening closely, Aizawa thought he could even catch a few words in English.
...filth...disgrace...dirtying up our...
Aizawa stared into the middle distance while his phone overheated and hissed English insults at him. "Quirks in use that will seriously mess up technology" Lupin had said. Phones bursting into flames was one thing, but phones that whispered insults to you?
Strange, Aizawa thought, still staring into the middle distance with a growing headache, (while his burner phone called his mother a mudblood whore), very strange indeed. One could even say this situation was...problematic. This situation, which his student was at fault for, was indeed, turning out to be very problematic. You could even, possibly say that the child responsible for this situation, was a problem chil-
The hairs on the back of Shouta's neck raised up, and the air behind Shouta was suddenly split by the sound of a gun crack where there had been nothing a moment before. The pro dropped the phone from his hand to crack apart on the concrete floor. Shouta spun away from the door-the only entrance and exit to the room besides the fireplace-his eyes already burning red with Erasure, hair flying everywhere, scarf in hand floating up around him, and he turned to find...
It stood between him and the fireplace, hunched over and glaring at him sullenly, though making no move to attack. Shouta held his position for a moment, hair still flying, capture scarf still hovering in the air around him, but the...being which had warped in behind him still made no hostile move. (There were apparently a plethora of warp quirks in Lupin's family, as the gunshot-crack-warp had been markedly different from the fireplace-warp) Shouta's mind blanked on what to call the thing standing in front of him. Him? It looked male. He didn't look...quite right, to be a person whose quirk made their body appear to be other than human, though Shouta couldn't say why. He was small, as small as a small child, only coming up to Shouta's knee, though he was also visibly elderly. He had off colored skin and large black eyes and wide bat like ears. He wore some dirty...something...that Shouta suspected had not been manufactured with the intention of being worn as clothing.
They stared each other down for a long moment longer, before Shouta allowed his capture scarf to fall in slow waves back around his shoulders, and finally his eyes as well, returned to their usual black as he allowed Erasure to drain out of them. He kept one hand around his scarf, but otherwise blinked, shifted his weight back, and affected a casual slouch.
"Filthy mudblood." The creature sniffed in English, eyeing him sideways and relaxing marginally himself as Shouta restrained himself.
Problem child. Lupin was somehow managing to compete with the upper echelons of Problem Children for the position of Number One Problem Child, and it's been less than an hour. Lupin wasn't even here and he was making a fantastic showing in the competition. Damn this year's hell class. Shouta is retiring after he sees this class through to graduation.
Shouta decides to ignore the mudblood comment, for the sake of everyone involved.
"I was trying to follow Lupin Theodore...Theodore Lupin. Is this the right...address?" Shouta asked in rusty English, ducking his head down to hide a frown behind his capture weapon.
"The filthy young master is gone to speak with the Lord of the House. Kreature has been sent to show our unworthy guests to the living room." The creature shuffles around Shouta and to the door on slow footsteps as he speaks. Shouta's brow furrows. The pro wasn't proficient enough in english to narrow down the accent, but Shouta would guess British English, considering that was where Shouta's wayward student was from. Shouta was confused about something. Was the cre-the being-calling itself a Creature? Did that word have the meaning in English that Shouta thought it did? The teacher knew there were slight differences in the American English Shouta had learned and the British English his student spoke, but Shouta couldn't name what those differences were. Did the thing mean that it's name was Creature?
Shouta decides to save the questions for a more competent English speaker to answer. What other use could his English teacher husband possibly have? Things like this were the only reason Shouta had married the man. Yep. The only reason.
Shouta wanders around the old creature's shuffling to open the door for him. The pro finds a winding, circular wooden staircase that goes one floor farther up and...far too many floors farther down. What kind of family needed that many sub-basements? The kind of family that needed a Creature, apparently.
So Shouta holds the door open.
And he holds it.
And holds it.
The creature is taking it's time to shuffle along, is what Aizawa is saying. It does have very short legs, Aizawa will concede. And it's joints are visibly knobly and slow. The creature is old, is what Aizawa is saying, and therefore slow. But still, Aizawa somehow feels he is being had. It is an instinct that has been honed to a sharp point sense he has become a teacher. Aizawa is certain he is being had.
The creature has reached Aizawa's knee, and stands just before where Shouta has the door propped open for it. It looks up at him slyly.
Shouta frowns again. He looks at the stairs. He looks at the eldarly creature.
"Will you need help up the-" Shouta begins to ask, before-
He is interrupted by two simultaneous bang-cracks as the creature teleports to the top of the stairs. Shouta jumps at the noise and almost cracks a tooth, he grits his teeth so hard, first in surprise, then in anger, as the creature looks down it's nose at him from the top of the stairs and says-
"Stupid muggle is so slow. The stupid thing should hurry, or Kreature will leave it in the dungeons." It sniffs disdainfully at him, before disappearing with another gunshot crack. Judging by how close the simultaneous crack of reappearance is, the thing only warped to the other side of the door that's at the top of the stairs, presumably to wait for Shouta.
So Shouta is fairly certain it hadn't needed line-of-sight to warp, and had only allowed Shouta to stand there for so long holding the door open because it was fucking with him.
Shouta felt his blossoming headache throb. This was going to be a long day, he could already feel it.