[center][h2] L'ilisht [/h2][/center]

It was probably hard to miss the seven-foot chimera that seemed to ignore the presence of every other living thing in the Institute so far. 

Every other living thing, except Professor Malovroch. L'ilisht's heart nearly broke when he saw the Monster professor, mostly because he had no clue that she was actually a Monster. [i]Must be horrible, to live looking like that. I'm no looker myself, but she...it's...hideous.[/i] The cookie was nice though. Bit small for somebody of his size, really, but that was to be expected from food made for humans. 

Humans. His mind wandered back to the fight earlier in the cafeteria, where everybody decided to play the hero or something. That dumb human girl trying to teach a self-hater a lesson on the worth of life by [i]insulting[/i] the worth of his life? Was she expecting him to miss the irony of a chimera insulting another chimera? Did she simply not understand the frequency of self-hatred in their kind? 

It didn't matter in the end, really. The fight was broken up with a few more (pointless and likely unenforceable) threats, some people got in trouble, and everybody else went on their way. The tour was as informative as a quick tour could be, though L'ilisht was certainly interested in Malovroch's blacksmithing class. His armor and sword were rather standard, and if there was a way he could possibly combine his strengthening magic and the smithing process to create armor that permanently maintained its enhanced state, she...it...they?...Malovroch would likely be the one to know. 

It was the last bit that annoyed him. [i]Roommates.[/i] Would he really have to suffer living with somebody else for his entire tenure here? There wasn't a chance in the Deadlands that he'd be able to find some other form of accommodation, as that would cost money he didn't have. He highly doubted he'd be able to convince anybody he had any situation that required him to live alone. An existential hatred for social interaction probably wouldn't cut it with the professors. 

As it was, he just...stood there. A displeased look on his face, papers in his hand, as he mentally prepared himself for whoever would be dumb or masochistic enough to try to approach him. 

If he couldn't get into the large dorms, he'd prefer to at least have an idea of what he was getting himself into.