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[color=8493ca]“Oh yah,”[/color] Kress said, [color=8493ca]“There was this guy called Rozin that said he’d be just checking things up with me. But well, after a bit he had to excuse himself to go to the toilet, so…”[/color]

A shrug, a smile. It was hard to tell how innocent such an expression was.

[color=8493ca]“…well, when it didn’t look like he was coming back, I thought I might as well take a walk.”[/color]

The rest of the walk was spent in uneventful silence, the manufactured prettiness of the hallways much less interesting than the organized chaos of the airship’s underbellies. Descent couldn’t have come soon enough, and once the airship had landed, Kress was the first to step out, eager to enjoy Arkus Academy with all six senses. It was flush with mana as usual, and the familiar faces amongst the staff that greeted the newcomers was nice as well. Professor Hemwick and Professor Feltsi were suitably interesting people, the two of them certainly looking the part of their fields of study, but it was Professor Blackglade who seemed to catch the attention of everyone present. Well-studied as Kress was in the staff of Arkus Academy, he was wholly aware of Professor Blackglade’s popularity amongst the student population. Conventional beauty was a surprising rarity amongst the magically inclined, after all; the more powerful one got, the weirder their appearance usually became, and her succinctly adult charm had broken the hearts of many a tender-souled first year. Of course, that was not to say that the Angel of the Infirmary, Ophelia Brinstrom, was any less popular, but if Kress were to choose…

Well, Psychics WERE rare, and Professor Blackglade was a wholly excellent specimen of one.

For a moment there, the blue-haired scion of the Alstein family was smitten by how grandly novel it was to hear someone’s (namely, an alluring woman’s) voice reverb through his mind, but before he could totally jump on board the Blackglade Fan Club, something else caught his eye. Something crazy. Something insane. Something he had never seen before. Turning to Tatjana, he whispered urgently, eyes bouncing excitedly from the wrench girl to that crazy [i]something[/i] drifting amongst the students, [color=8493ca]“Pssst, hey, pssssst, Tatjana, look over there! You see that? Like, wow, what [i]is[/i] that? It’s so crazy!”[/color]

Indeed, it was crazy.

After all, it wasn’t every day (or any day at all) that you got to see a host of scythe-wielding demons floating casually by. Day one in Arkus Academy, and already, Kress was privy to crazy shit. Damn, he couldn’t wait for classes to actually start!