[center][h1][color=92278f]Aurel Fuchs[/color][/h1][/center][hr][color=gray][b]Interacting With::[/b] Maiya([@xxlanatjexx]), Shirou([@Vocab]), Hiroki([@TheSeriousJoke]), Flare([@addamas]), Ryuma and Hibiki([@AimeChambers]), Ginshi ([@KenjuGuy])[/color][hr]
	... well, that could of gone better. One person slowly approached, appearing just as composed as him, save for the warbling voice the thief displayed. But still, as her question rang, Aurel's heart sank at this confrontation, keeping steady as he blinked before taking a momentary glance at the girl. In his mind, "Ultimate Smuggler" pulsed, beating with the rhythm of each step she took.

	The only thing that allowed him to keep "eye contact" with her was the fact that one of her eyes was shut due to a scar, sewn away like a nicotine doll. Sure, it felt like this girl, Momoe, was glaring daggers with both sides, but less so with a supposed damaged eye.

	The moment she stood before him, the boy could only hold his breath, in anticipation and to avert breathing in the foul air she displaced beside him... and what could only follow was just disappointment and silence from Aurel. In that brief amount of time she spoke, she managed to reduce Aurel to nothing but a false bravado of a scowl and furrowed brows, discreetly gritting his teeth in the process.

	Her final words though... he could only dig his eyes into the back of her skull as much as his own fingers to the palms of his hands. Even with his plans ruined, she was smart, but those words meant something else... and that watchful glare never left, up until Ryumas confrontation with Momoe, which caused him to blink back into reality.

	He could only mentally cringe at multiple things, standing in the middle like some set-piece as he witnessed the Parkourist's reaction. While he did feel elated and relieved some of the pressure from his hands, something in the back of his mind told Aurel that they were both wrong in their actions, that this is what Monokuma wanted.

	[color=92278f]"..."[/color]

	The thief's lips didn't even budge an inch, physically standing still as a statue, accruing and deducing this whole spiel... heck, he didn't even physically acknowledge the boy who quickly shuffled passed him, mentally noting him as the Ultimate Type A Student, as well as his mysterious girlfriend who was somewhere in the crowd.

	The crowd... a few were dispersing, such as Snow and the Smuggler... plus he was certain he saw a girl making a mad dash away from them all out of the corner of his eye, segregating herself from the vicinity. He could only frown, leaning over just a hair, trying his best not to sulk as writhing doubt began to rear its ugly form.

	... that is, until a girl with hair as white as his began speaking up, not in a way that incited an incident. Aurel could only slowly rise up, briefly glancing at the girl before focusing on the top of her head. He could only nod as she affirmed what she said, but for a second, felt some fragment of success as his chest rose up and down, restrained and unidentifiable as the breath of reassurance taken.

	Aurel could only look away the moment she started stuttering, crossing his arms, closing his eyes and breathing in through his nose. [color=92278f]"... it's... fine,"[/color] he muttered in an almost methodical way as the girl spoke about her habits, but not before pulling up his PDA and performing a deft, swipe to the rules, temporarily shutting out the cries of the Fanatic to respond to this small light he was granted.

	[color=92278f]"... good points... but being in a group can deter murder,"[/color] Aurel spoke up a bit, though he mostly remained in that aloof, quiet state before jumping up onto the stage. His fingers scrolled through the PDA for a couple of seconds before landing on the fifth rule. [color=92278f]"... to leave, someone needs to perform a... murder,"[/color] he hesitated on the last portion of his explanation, clearing his throat before continuing.

	[color=92278f]"... it's easier to murder a lone 'wolf' than a pack of them, especially with the other rules in place,"[/color] the thief uttered, scrolling through, attempting to almost predict what she might question next before stopping at eight.

	[color=92278f]"... along with that, only the murderer can leave... even with the help of an accomplice; there's no real benefit in helping a murderer, as it will result in their deaths as well,"[/color] and with that said, he quickly slid the PDA to who knows where, before crossing his arms, staring once again at the snowy peak of the girls head... Maiya Yukimori, the Ultimate Improvisational Engineer, right?... hm.

	There was an arbitrary thought floating through his head, but nevertheless, one that he gleaned as useful before wrapping it all up. [color=92278f]"... to summarize, groups prevent murder from people outside said group and within... plus... people who fly solo are just enabling Monokuma, especially with what just happened..."

	"..."

	"... so yeah."[/color]

	With that said, Aurel just let a hand fall back to his side, leaving one arm up, fist pressed against his chest. His pulse was abating, slowing from the prior trauma that had occurred that was... somewhat necessary. His head bent over, making the thief almost look as if he was preparing to make some sort of bow... but all he did was smile at the ground, smile in a way that no one could see it.

	... now the next course of action...

	That smile was instantly replaced with a cool, collect, distant stare, lips once again straightened to the point where a drawn line couldn't even compare. He merely peered back over to watch how the congregating group was still attempting to remedy the situation. Pivoting to face the five, he continued doing what he did best - looking the other way, as if he could not give a single shit in the world.

	[color=92278f]"... Flare... Ginshi... and Hiroki, right? How about we get these two to the c-"[/color]

	... and out of nowhere, he heard a boisterous scream go straight into his ears, interrupting him mid-sentence to lecture them to stop fighting... when it sort of already ended...

	Regardless, Aurel had no idea what cardiogenic shock felt like, but he was certain that currently, [i]this[/i] was the closest he was going to get to it right now. He could only recoil, jumping back like a cat (save for a lack of hissing) and clutched one of his ear, reeling in pain from the loud noise, teeth clenched and grinding to numb out such pain.

	[color=92278f]"... noisy,"[/color] he growled at the back of his throat, sounding guttural in his speech as he bore witness to the boy shouting orders at the others... Aurel's only counter to this was covering the other ear. By all accounts, couldn't he tone it down a notch or twenty? Just as bad as the bear...

	Regardless, Aurel still did absorb his idea... and by all means, it was logical, but not completely sound. The only thing he did to display he was against the idea was doing the same thing the Hero, Shirou Emiya did, and cut him off. The thief stood against the bloodied boy, analyzing his state briefly before sighing softly.

	[color=92278f]"The cabins,"[/color] he contested, raising his voice to a relatively normal level of sound for most to hear before continuing, [color=92278f]"... are a better place to go; you both need to get some rest in relative safety, especially with the both of you having lacerations,"[/color] Aurel pointed out, jamming an index finger out in the direction of Emiya's blood-soaked leg, before moving beyond the boy, gesturing to those behind him.

[color=92278f]"... plus, there are others in better condition who can retrieve the supplies with relative ease... how does that sound?"[/color]