[b]Nolan - Courtyard[/b] She jumped just slightly when she felt something brush past her back and turned to see Ken closer to her. A soft smile graced her lips as she slowly shook her head and turned back. She was entirely tempted to lean on him and just... rest. But she knew that was out of the question. Being tired or being a girl around Ken was something she couldn't do. Ever... She listened to his words, nodding slightly ever now and then, only turning when he said something about it lessening the chance of them attacking. [b]"Don't ever believe or assume that..."[/b] She spoke, her voice soft. She didn't want it to sound too much like a lecture so she worked to keep her tone soft and friendly. She smiled as she listened to him more, speaking about Cedric. Leave it to Ken to see the good in everyone even if it wasn't really there. But... It was true what he said about judging with your own eyes. It's always better for formulate your own opinions and idea rather than rely on the opinions of others. Nolan began laughing quite loudly at Ken's next words about Tarisa. [b]"Oh, but it'd be hilarious."[/b] She spoke through the laughter. She lifted her hand to her mouth, trying to both be polite and stop her laughter. --- [b]Cyrus - Courtyard[/b] She listened to Ken and Nolan, watching them with tired, bored eyes. She honestly didn't care at this point. She'd be just as guarded toward him as she would any of the others. But still, Jon's reaction was a bit much, even for her. It kind of... concerned her. What had he done to Jon to make him hate him so much? Her eyes turned to Jon as he spoke, narrowing as if she was trying to figure it all out. [b]"He's the kind of guy who'd kill a kitten to get inside your head."[/b] Jon's eyes flashed, his face dark with negative emotion, an exceptionally harsh contrast to the easygoing man from a few minutes previous. [b]"The kind of human trash that deserves to be dragged through seventeen miles of broken glass and dirty razor blades."[/b] Her eyes widened at the stark contrast and his words. She looked down at the grass, thinking, trying to figure it all out. There couldn't honestly be a man like that. Those were the kind of people from movies and cartoons, never in real life. It couldn't possibly be that bad. But... She turned her eyes to look up at Jon once again. He wasn't one for lying... was he? [b]"I guess I'll find out..."[/b] She spoke, her words trailing off as she stared at Jon. --- [b]"Speak, and he shall appear." Cedric and Ethan - Hallway of Noble's Dorms[/b] [b]"Dog. I forgot my coat, fetch it for me."[/b] Cedric spoke, his words sharp and cold. Ethan, his Knight turned on his heel without a word and went back to the blonde male's room to fetch his coat. A few moments later, he returned to see his Noble leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. Without a word, Ethan walked over and handed the coat over. Cedric smiled and took the coat. [b]"Thank you muchly."[/b] He replied, his voice sing song. [b]"Say, what's next on the agenda, dog?"[/b] Cedric asked, already walking down the hallway, headed for the cafeteria. After all, he'd yet to eat today. Ethan turned to his pockets and pulled out his phone, his face stone cold. He tapped at the screen a few times before looking up. [b]"Nothing, sir. You're free the rest of the day."[/b] He spoke, his voice monotone and cold, similar to his master's cold tone. [b]"Oh?"[/b] Cedric began, a crooked smile on his face. [b]"How utterly boring. Let's go find a little lamb to sacrifice, shall we?"[/b] He continued, his voice sing-song but just as cold as it had been. [b]"Yes, sir."[/b] Ethan replied. Unlike other Knights, Ethan was merely a doll. He held none of his own emotions, at least on the surface. If one were to ask him, he would probably say that he'd died long ago and was now a mere shell of a man. An emotionless machine capable of anything. He can and would kill for Cedric should the young Noble request it simply because he felt no guilt. The world had turned their back on him so long ago, what was there left for him to lose?