-Room 1-D- The Austere Woman
Greetings, my name is... No that was too formal. What's up kids! ... would be a stupid thing to say.
Children were always hard for her to deal with. Adults, she could understand, anticipate. Society had spent decades getting to them, imprinting all sorts of rules of conduct and manners that made talking to them a rote affair. But children... with their... slang and new-ageness. It was like children and adults were taken from different worlds, the woman never understood how one ended up turning into the other.
Her childhood began when she was twenty-five. If there ever was a time when she resembled these miniature beings, she did not remember it. And even if she did, the time separating them would stretch across dimensions, there could be no such connection between them. It was hopeless to attempt something on these student's level.
She sighed inwardly, all-too successful at depressing herself. It was this debilitating pessimism that allowed the austere woman to tune out the sandpaper-on-sandpaper action going on in Kaneda's mouth. It was only when Kaneda shouted...
-Room 1-D- Great Teacher Kaneda
"Since our guest" The word said with as much hate as our hearing range can understand and more, "seems so reluctant to introduce herself. I'LL DO IT FOR HER: Sumako Matsui~! Vampire extraordinaire! Without any tasers this time!"
-Room 1-D- How's it Hanging Matsui?
NO TIME TO THINK, MUST DO SOMETHING COOL.
"Yo dawgs! I'm here to wisen y'all up to the new blood in town. V to the ampires, Vampires! Us and the WHO gots a truce. So now we're on a peacekeeping mission of peace, for reals!"
As Matsui turned to say this, hands thrown up in gang signs from nowhere, it was immediately clear why the WHO was willing to let a vampire run out and about.
Class 1-D could make out her eyes and that was about it. Almond-shaped and set to a permanent worry line, she seemed truly upset for whatever reason. Perhaps it was because of the thing on her face.
Stamped with the WHO seal of approval, the lower half of a mask was clamped over the woman's mouth a la Hannibal Lecter except this one was made of matte black steel. Black enough that the bindings blended in with the woman's hair. The solid metal had opening just where her mouth was, but black steel fibers crisscrossed so tightly in front, her mouth resembled a stereo system.
She could breathe, she could talk, she could do all the peacekeeping, culture-spreading, goodwill missioneering she wanted, but there was no way in hell she was going to be biting.