[center][h1]Alistair Glas[/h1][/center]


The conversation had been pretty normal until the pretty boy had decided to let slip that he knew what the scribbles were. Alistair instant got into a defensive pose but quickly put his arms down again. There wasn't anything to worry about... The kid wasn't going to rip him a new one. It seemed he only wanted to have information but still, he didn't like to be just a piece of the puzzle, no. He'd be half the whole damned thing before he'd settle for a compromise but that was just him besides, the way the boy acted was piking his interest greatly. "10 percent eh? That little? well, I am not in need of any money compensation so. Maybe the other 90 percent will suffice, knowledge for knowledge, a fair and equal trade." Alistair said as he shrugged "but as a measure of good faith. I have heard some rumours yes. From what I've seen during my late stays at the school to write up runes, I have seen instances of demons in the school. Let me guess are you referring to the idea of the Rating games. Well I have a hunch that the king of the school in that scenario is -" he began almost about to finish as he dozed off where he stood. The world turning into a black pool of nothingness where nothing but thoughts and ideas floated around. It was a place of rest, respite and usually where he stayed because of his terrible infliction.

He was out for a good five minutes before he came too again with a loud yawn. "Oh sorry where was I, I have reason to believe the king is likely the Tsumiki kid, considering how much he frequents the area where I've seen the most of that... other side stuff but why do you want to know so badly?" He said with a slight fumble. Their face was getting to him something about the way the eyes were positioned seem a little off though. Now that he thought about it. No. He wouldn't ask. "what does the freshman want to do to a demonic peerage?" He continued further "Starting a fight are you? Suicidal." Alistair finished with an audible 'tsk' as he had move over toward the yellow car standing with his back to it. 

It wasn't the yellow car that really interested him. Its what he had written on the paved road beneath it. Just in case, Mr Green Bean wanted to mulch him. Just in case.