[hider=An Ordinary-er Interview]
It was already quite late, and the admissions officer was still in his office at work. Sure, there were no more applicants this late, but his work wasn't done yet. Like a wise man once said, the ride never ends, though in this case the 'ride' was 'work'.

[i]I need a break.[/i] The man thought to himself as he sighed, glancing over the paper he held in his hand, before putting it down.

Only to be face-to-face with a girl. Holding out an application form. At nighttime. The poor man shrieked as, for a moment, he thought he'd gone insane. He thought he'd started seeing things. So many applicants inflicting so much trauma, that he was now imagining a black-haired girl with brilliant ocean-blue eyes standing in front of him.

[color=fedcba]"Hey now. That's rude. I'm not [i]that[/i] ugly."[/color] The girl spoke. Great. Now his inner traumas were speaking to him. Or were they? Was this an actual, living, student, showing up for an interview at this hour? Judging by the application... she was.

"A... Are you.... real?" The man asked hesitantly, looking the girl up and down for a moment. "Or are you just my mind playing tricks on me?"

[color=fedcba]"Last time I checked... I was real! So I think I still am. I want to enroll here, I heard you were the guy to speak to."[/color] The girl said, placing the form on the poor man's desk. [i]Might as well get this over with.[/i] The man thought to himself. [i]I really need a different job.[/i]

"So... Alura, is it? Your... Your nationality simply says 'Not from Here'. Does that mean..."

[color=8882be]"I am not from the Federation."[/color] Alura said, her voice sounding... off as she interrupted the man. It sounded empty, yet also... distorted. It echoed slightly. It gave the man a slight headache. [color=8882be]"It means nothing more, nothing less. M'kay?"[/color]

"...right. I shouldn't be questioning things at this point. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen."

[color=fedcba]"[color=8882be]I[/color] probably would, but that is not what [color=8882be]we[/color] are here for."[/color]

"Of course. So... uh... you say your magic is..." The man trailed off as he reread the form. Then reread it again. [i]Oh boy.[/i]

[color=fedcba]"Eldritch magic! Occasionally it has some minor side-effects, but nothing to worry about. Usually."[/color] Alura stated, smiling and clapping her hands together, her right hand having a patch of purple skin.

"Right. So... anything important I should know?" The officer asked, scribbling something on the paper. [i]Keep a close eye on her. Could be dangerous. Keep away from other students maybe?[/i]

[color=fedcba]"[color=8882be]Hey now,[/color] that is a [color=8882be]rude[/color] thing to write about someone."[/color] Alura said, glaring at the man, who paled in surprise.

"C... can you read minds?"

[color=fedcba]"No. I can read text that's written upside-down. You're not even taking an effort to hide what you're writing."[/color] Alura responded with a deadpan voice, before she dug through the bag she carried, and placed a small pouch on the desk. Judging by the sound, they were coins.

[color=fedcba]"[color=8882be]I[/color] have been told that... donations often result in... favourable room assignments. Please let whoever is in charge know [color=8882be]I[/color] made this donation, and prefer to be in a comfortable room."[/color]

...A bribe. That honestly wasn't surprising. With a tired sigh and a nod, the officer took the pouch, and put it to the side. "She will be informed. Anything el-"

Alura was already gone. Without making use of the door. The only sign of her previous presence was the form, the pouch of coins, and the strange purple mold on the floor.

...

[i]I should see if I can get that saint from earlier to excorsise this room.[/i]
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