[center][h2][color=black]Edward Carter[/color][/h2][/center]
[indent]Edward spotted Bea only a moment after Ascot did, and when he did, he had to fight hard to suppress a grimace stemming from the [i]massive[/i] headache that came with looking at her. 

Unlike most living beings on this plane of reality, he was fully capable of looking at an Eldritch's true form without turning insane or being reduced to a pile of otherworldly goo; that did not mean, however, that he was [i]unaffected[/i] by the sight. It was one of the things he truly hated about the passive nature of his ability - it was useful for detecting cultists, and an absolute pain in the ass when dealing with the Eldritch themselves.

Thankfully, he'd long learned how to suppress it, or else he'd have to deal with a migraine worse than any hangover every time he looked at an Eldritch.

Which, apparently, Bea was. If her true form didn't clue him in, then the frightened reactions from the other girl certainly would have. She even explicitly used the words "Great One"; that was one hell of a give away. He wondered how the other girl knew though - in a school filled with demi-humans, how was she able to pick out exactly what the other girl was. Interesting.

He was completely in 'Guardian' mode, as he liked to call it. That meant no rash actions, observe before acting, not letting himself be overwhelmed no matter what. 

And so he did that. Even when Ascot rushed in and the other girl was screaming hysterics, he stood back. The facts were laid out in front of him: The girl was an Eldritch, other people knew or at least guessed, and she had yet - nor seemed to have the intention to - bring harm to anyone here. She said as much. Unfortunately, what she wanted to do and what she [i]would[/i] do were entirely separate things. Whatever the intent of beings such as her, it usually went ill for the poor ickle mortals they hung around with.

Deciding that he knew enough. Eldritch, especially the Elder ones, were near impossible to kill - but they [i]could[/i] killed, permanently. The methods were few and far in between, but it was possible. It just so happened that he held one of those methods in the palm of his hand.

Drawing the Silver Key from his pocket, Edward approached Bea, giving a small smile and a quick 'Excuse me' to the others as he passed by. He stood in front of the other girl and bent down to look her in the eye. 

He found that most Eldritch prefer this way of direct way of interacting; looking away or being fidgety makes them more excited, and excited horrors are the worst kind. Being honest also helps, since tricking them usually failed and ended up in making them excited, and excited horrors are the worst kind. Of course, that depended on [i]which[/i] Eldritch this was, but it worked as a general rule!

"Just give me honest answers, and I won't kill you," he said honestly. "Can you control yourself enough not to drive people insane? Do you plan on bringing cultists, siblings, or parents here with you? Do plan on harming anyone in this school? Yes or no only. Otherwise . . ." He brandished the key again.[/indent]

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