[center][h2][color=#85C1E9]Sgt. Maj. Mitchell[/color][/h2]
[sup]Interactions With: Theo Riddick [@DeadlyPhoenix][/sup][/center]
[indent]A woman and her young teenager passed Mitchell in the hall, the mother pulling her child onto the opposite side of her before hurrying the boy along. Mitchell stopped and glanced over her shoulder to see the boy eyeing her as the two rounded the corner a ways back. Frowning slightly, Mitchell turned back and wandered into The Great Hall where a sudden voice greeted her, having been too far into her head to notice Theo first. He had always been a semi-difficult one to speak with, and it pleased Mitchell that he'd made the initial first contact of the day. Usually it was her, but considering she'd been lost in thought, she hadn't had the time to do so. Mitchell simply smiled, running a hand through her hair with a heavy sigh. [b]"Seemed to go pretty well, in my opinion. Had a couple of bogies out there, but I disposed of them. Took 'em to the pile out back.."[/b] Mitchell sat down beside Theo, giving Shay a pet as Ghost bounded over to sit between Mitchell's legs, staring at Shay with a small wag of his tail. [b]"It's almost time for the Devil's Disciples to make their visit. What have we got to show for it, but a bunch of dead piled up out back?"[/b] Mitchell grit her teeth, absent-mindedly gripping Ghosts' neck fur until he tilted his head back to look at her. [b]"Sorry, boy."[/b] Mitchell had remembered all-too-well when she tried to take 'The Devil' out, and he'd shifted twice as fast as her and was almost twice as large. She'd received a scar on each side of her bottom jaw where he'd snapped his teeth down on her. Ever since, she hadn't had the courage to try anything more. It'd been only a few months since, and her scar was still slightly tender to the touch, but Mitchell rubbed a hand over it anyway. She glanced back at Theo and flushed a bit, smiling apologetically. [b]"But anyway, how was your morning, Riddick?"[/b][/indent]