[color=00aeef][i]..They're a bit busy at the moment.[/i][/color]

Roanesca ran off past the two arguing siblings, being "considerate" enough to let the two do their own business. Or rather impatient, so to speak. It's morning, and she hasn't eaten yet her meal. The school cafeteria might provide a daily dose of breakfast for those who will start off their day up and filled. 

Roanesca dashed to the canteen, falling in line to make her order.


...
[h1][/h1]

[i]Sniff, sniff.

[color=fff79a]What...
[/color]
Sniff, sniff, sniff.

[color=fff79a]is this...
[/color]
Sniff.

[color=fff79a]familiar stench[/color]?[/i]

The Destroyer, sitting by a bench and having her morning energy drink while waiting for her job, raised her head and eyebrows. This mix of manna and sulfur, blending together in one mist, raised her suspicion. This forbidden combination of smells probably hints at an ongoing battle between an angel and a demon, but Sariel is not really sure, because the vicinity is void of any clanking, exploding, shouting or whooshing. Well, except for loud calls that apparently say "insolent dunderheaded fucking prick", "rip your damn heart out of your throat and stomp on it till it breaks under my shoes", "fucking asshole" and "bloody, worthless carcass", which she immediately knew it as the almighty rage of her colleague, leaving it be.

A few moments has passed since then, and the smell finally becomes more divided, with the individual angel's manna and demon sulfur now distinguishable from each other. The manna scent got stronger and stronger by the second, indicative that the source is approaching closer, 
but she could not know in what direction is he or she is coming from. 

A fiery-haired girl passes by, and at this point the scent is at its strongest.

[color=fff79a]"Hold... for a second."[/color]

Probably not to catch too much attention too early, Sariel shifted her words from heavenly business to--

[color=fff79a]"You were seeking... classes?"[/color]