Numbers. Numbers. Numbers flowed through his head. For the math teacher, numbers were usually his thing, but these numbers? They drifted around like autumn leaves in his mind. Pretty and colorful, but very similar. And everywhere. Blending. The Dewey Decimal system always got him all turned around.

Shin’s eyes trailed over the shelves and shelves of books, looking for the plate that told him the number he wanted to find. Or the section. Or was it the right section? Had he flipped the numbers?

In the next aisle over, he heard muttering. Muffled muttering. Maybe the student was as turned around as him? Didn’t they usually mark sections with fiction or mystery or... the muttering grew louder. Not muffled muttering, now. Before Shin could move to investigate, the shelves began to shake in a sudden storm of wind.

At a table in the library, the textbook a student was studying went crazy. Pages flew. The student said something they’d hear about, later.

”Hey! HEY! Enough of that!” Shin shouted.

“No shouting in the library!” A light voice laughed.

Shin stomped around to the next aisle over, but the person causing the disturbance had already flew off to the next one. Leaving a mess.

Being a librarian was a dream come true for the bibliophile-- at least it would have been, in an ideal world. In this world, there was no shortage of peculiar antics, particularly at Xavier's Sister School. Ezra was beginning to develop an intuitive sense for these things. If it had been quiet for a while, it was likely that something should soon go astray.

Perhaps he was being paranoid-- but a small dose of paranoia was healthy. A rustling drew the attention of the homunculus, who was in his office attempting to wrangle his email back under control. The clamor of a gale and shouting voices snagged his attention. The only thought that flickered through his mind was, What is it this time?

It was as though a tornado had landed in the library, whipping books off of shelves and throwing a flurry of loose papers into the air. An unintelligible sound of alarm left Ezra's mouth. What a mess! What hellion was making such a disaster zone oh his library?! The audacity! The disrespect! A flush was creeping into his neck, and his face was scrunched with annoyance. He saw the Asian man disappear to the next row of shelves.

"E-excuse me!" Ezra called, moving to the next aisle, albeit at the opposite end from the Asian man, "Is this-?"

The question that was to follow would have ended with "-your doing?" if he gave the man benefit of the doubt, or "-any say to behave in a library?" if he didn't. But at that moment his eyes found the perpetrator, clearly a child, and clearly four meters off of the ground. Wind whipped around them frantically.

"What in the devil..." Ezra groaned, his complaint swallowed in the roaring gale.

Him and the librarian caught up with the student at right about the same time. Not that the student really cares, one way of the other.

“That’s a bad word.” He insisted. “Devil.”

He covered his mouth, realizing he’d said it, though he was smiling like he’d gotten away with something.

The wind didn’t stop whipping books down off their respective shelves and turning pages. Even confronted with two teachers, the child was unwilling to bend the knee.

”I’m going to have to ask you to stop that,” Shin stated. He gestured at the wind and the books.

((OOC feel free to play with the annoying brat!))

"Bite me!" the kid yelled back at the Asian man. Ezra, although thinly annoyed, was almost seeming more and more distressed. There were books everywhere, and even if they made this hooligan pick up all of the books, he most certainly would not shelve them properly. His library would be in disarray for at least a week, all thanks to this misguided youth. Ezra found himself wishing that there was more to his power than just "elderly and sick of you nonsense". If only he could telekinetically grab hold of this ruffian and kindly show him to the exit.

Instead, the bewildered homunculus stood, silently seething. What had he done, he wondered, to incur the wrath of this yahoo, anyways? Ezra was sineless on the best of days, it would be nigh unheard of for him to offend someone.

"I don't suppose that you have a, erm, mutation that could contain this wind-storm?" Ezra inquired of the Asian man, raising his voice so that he could be heard over the howling wind. Of course they could just wait until the child ran out of the gumption to wreck the library, but would there even be a library left at that point?

The question, of course, had many potential answers and wild possibilities. Could he contain the storm? Yeah, maybes if he wanted to box the kid in with shards, he could probably do that. It’d cost him a rather large effort of will. Younger Shin would have been all for the massive show of force. A giant cube of barriers, to force the kid into a cage. How flashy! But since losing his powers, Shin opted for the low-key solutions.

Low key did not mean using a single razor blade triangle to scare someone into submission. It didn’t mean focusing a bunch of shards into a glowing ball of light on your finger tip, and pretending to be a cartoon character with a supernatural finger gun. It didn’t mean donning a suit of golden armor, and stomping over to rest a gauntleted hand on a shoulder and saying “really, I must insist.” Though that was awesome... and if he’d had the time, he really might have considered it. Low-key meant finding a solution somewhere between talking to the student, and unleashing WMDs.

The Asian smiled at the librarian weakly. ”Several ideas spring to mind, actually. But I’m not sure I want it to come to that. See I make psychic barriers out of razor blades, and someone or something might get hurt...”

He took a deep breath, and took the option least likely to result in injuries. At least, to other people. The Asian walked down the aisle, into the storm.

Books hit him. He grabbed at them, and actually caught one.

The kid stared at the Asian with a look of uncertainty. What was this guy up to?

Shin didn’t focus on the moving storm of books. If he had, he might have gotten motion sick. And then the librarian would have had a whole other mess on his hands. Well, figuratively. Hopefully.

He stopped in front of the kid, and gave him The Look. What the kid did next was up to him. In was in his ballpark now.