Freshly made, warm tea heating the air between them and the hands that held it they began to talk about both the classes on offer and plan out Roosevelt's foreseeable future. Heavy stuff.
"Now as I am sure you are very aware at this point the school offers a variety of classes that no one would consider normal curriculum or legal at any other university." He began, taking a sip of his tea, pausing momentarily as he remarked on just how good it actually was before continuing with his explanation.
"Anyway as I was saying, here at The Grand Academy for Villainous Individuals, we offer a large range of classes most of which you will never hear of after this interview so as to cherry pick several responses that I believe you will be the most receptive to I request that you perform this here questionnaire." He said materialising a sheet of paper and then handing it to Roosevelt.
He spent the next few minutes leafing through it and circling answers with the pen handed to him by Ome. The quiz itself was... Strange, it started off normally, or as normally a one could expect with questions such as, 'where do you see yourself in ten years?' And 'what is your goal for entering into the academy?' That was when things began to turn strange as the very next question was 'How do you enjoy human flesh?' This one, unlike the others, was multiple choice, Roosevelt circled raw as it was the only preparation of human he had tasted and could personally vouch for its flavour.
Still, in only about five minutes the questionable questionnaire was completed and handed back to Ome for review. He clutched the paper softly in both hands and began to read while making appreciative noises.
"Raw ay, you cannibal you." He said in a rather playful and fatherly tone that Roosevelt was unused to.
"Well this all appears to be in order, just give me a few seconds and I shall have a list of relevant classes for you to look over." Ome's eyes glazed over slightly and Roosevelt knew that his focus was currently elsewhere, this confused him as because of the nature of Ome's very existence as the administrative system for the entire school he believed him to be quite omniscient in his attention.
He didn't have much time to ponder the limitations of his new mentor however as in the few seconds promised Ome was back, his eyes regaining their previous shine and he now held an entirely new sheet of paper.
"Here, a list of classes that we offer and those that I believe you'll like." He said slightly smugly at his own capabilities as Roosevelt took the paper and began to read it, noticing that not only did it show classes but that it also provided a brief description of them, explaining what the purpose of the class was.
Guide to Becoming an Evil Genius:
This class taught by Professor E. Vile is an introductory level course into the rigours of an evil genius and helps students understand what is required for them in this profession, and allows for several practical projects to be completed throughout the semester.
Elementary Introduction To Villainous Combat:
This is the only compulsory class taught by The Grand Academy for Villainous Individuals and is taught by professor and renowned hero hunter Professor I. Ete Babies. This course teaches a young villain on the basics of fighting, delivering one-liners and safely monologuing without fear of interruption.
Extended Lab Hours:
Ever wanted to create bio plagues? Maybe turn yourself into a being of untold horror and destruction? Or maybe you just want to make an extra buck assisting in the clean up of last years torture project? No matter what Extended Lab Hours is the class for you.
Lights, Camera, World Domination!:
'What is an evil villain without style?' aks Professor Urbane Shiek, 'Dead if I have anything to do with it, Muhahaha!' This class teaches a young villain the value of style and presentation. For what does it matter if you took over the world if your golden statue isn't on point?
Guide to Betrayal, Deceit and Treachery:
'Ah ha, it was me all along bet you didn't expect that!' was the response from Professor I. Lie when asked to give a few words on this subject, he said this whilst pulling off a mask of himself revealing that he truly was himself the whole time. He then ran off, laughing maniacally into the hallways.
Roosevelt looked at the different class choices for a few moments before deciding that all of these sounded appealing to him, as such he picked all of them.
After a brief bought of pleasantries with Ome, he was promptly handed his new class schedule. It was the same for every day apart from the fact that he had Saturday and Sunday off from class, otherwise, it looked as follows.
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8 am - 10 am: Guide to Becoming an Evil Genius
10 am - 12 pm: Guide to Betrayal, Deceit and Treachery
12 pm - 1 pm: Lunch, to be taken from the flesh of your enemies.
1 pm - 3 pm: Elementary Introduction to Villainous Combat
3 pm - 5 pm: Lights, Camera, World Domination!
5 pm - 7 pm: Extended Lab Hours
And with that he pocketed the class schedule and bid Ome farewell, eager to sleep, it had been a fairly long day and classes didn't start until next week.
"Oh, one thing before I go. If you wish to travel anywhere in the academy summon me and then tell me where you wish to go, I shall transport you through the void." And with that Ome left, off to go solve any number of administrative problems that plagued a trans realm school.
Roosevelt stood and walked to the small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. Once inside he began to strip in front of the mirror and started the shower running, hoping to heat up the slightly chilly room with the steam. Then he began to shave.
Over his years in the asylum, Roosevelt was never allowed to shave for risk of either suicide or homicide, as such it was always done for him by a nurse. This practice stopped however when a nurse leant over him and he bit her ear off. From that day forward they hadn't shaved him and his beard had grown into a bit of a mess.
He reached down for the disposable razor and began to tame the tangled mass of brown hair that covered his face. When he was done Roosevelt could finally admire himself and wince at the new scars that he sported across his jawline and chin.
Roosevelt had a strong, defined jaw and very symmetrical features all the way across his face. He had a natural lip and an aquiline nose covered with a light smattering of freckles. His eyes were cold, dark and slightly sunken, they were the eyes of a madman.
He ran a hand through his curly brown hair and jumped in the shower, revelling in the feeling of the hot water burning away the last vestiges of the asylum. He was free.
When done Roosevelt walked to his dresser and threw on a matching set of flannel pyjamas before settling down on his bed and closing his eyes.
"Cease and Desist." Spoke a loud and measured voice from outside of Roosevelt's room. His eyes fluttered open angrily, I thought they said these walls were sound proof.
He stood up wearily and swung open his door, walking outside. It was now he noticed that the walls themselves were in fact very well soundproofed, for as soon as he exited he was met with a barrage of noise. Most of which sounded like a crowd baying for blood, Roosevelt wanted in.
He walked down the hallway in good order and arrived at the central room which he assumed to be the source of the noise. He was right. At the centre of the room was what he assumed to be some kind of campus security, they were large, solid automatons made of a clay-like substance with the academy logo carved upon their backs. They were also currently locked in combat.
Fighting campus security was a party of misfits of all manner of biological persuasions, there were five of them in all and they seemed to be losing quite spectacularly with three of their number restrained and in custody already. The final two members both looked remarkably human. Wait, scratch that remaining one member. He said internally as a big orcish looking fellow was soundly backhanded across the room, landing with a sickening crunch.
The final fighter was a tall and ephemerally beautiful woman who looked elven in appearance with long light purple hair and fine, delicate features. She seemed more to dance than to fight, sliding and twirling through the crowd of golems, crashing them into each other.
It couldn't last however and eventually, she was brought down by an electric pulse from the crowd, falling down in a heap before being restrained. When she came to she was bound and being transported away, probably to the school dungeon.
For the briefest of moments her and Roosevelt's eyes locked and she glared at him before crying out a final defiance.
"Death to villains and villainy!" She roared in a captivating voice before being dragged away into a freshly created portal.
The crowd of villains that had formed to watch the fight slowly began to disappear down their respective hallways, and soon Roosevelt did the same. As he walked, however, he just couldn't get the image of the female elf out of his mind. From what he assumed they were heroes, come to sabotage the school year.
Still though, one thing is for sure, he thought hungrily, a smile having placed itself widely across his face. This school just got a whole lot more interesting.