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There. A day later than I said it'd be, but at least it's up. \o/
Day 2, After Lunch
Brunhilde was, in a word, quite shocked to see a ball of volcanic unpleasantness flying through the air. She fired off an air current to throw the glob of molten rock away from Saqui, and at the same instant, Saqui blasted herself out of the ball's path - straight into the wall. Graceful, Brunhilde thought. The ball of magma got caught in the blasts of wind and curved around Saqui mid-flight, slamming into the wall just a foot behind the girl and revealing some previous repair work (shoddy metalwork and mismatched replacement wooden segments blended into the original beams). Apparently the Fire building had been lit on fire every few days for decades. Brunhilde quickly scribbled down that Saqui apparently knew basic manipulation and could conjure relatively strong currents, much like how she herself could.
When Saqui dashed towards the cowardly Hall Monitor, he reached for his pouch of earth to sling another ball of magma at her - but instead found himself weakly flailing in her general direction. Brunhilde was now standing behind him, sandwiching him between herself and Saqui. A soft 'crunch' could be heard as she tossed the small sack of gravel and sand between her hands, and the Hall Monitor's fear worsened. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit was running on a looping track through his head when he was smacked in the head.
It was more humiliating than painful. Saqui was a few inches taller than he was, and he knew that if she had genuinely wanted to harm him, he would be in a lot worse shape. It still rattled him, though, and with each conk on the head, he lost a little bit more heart. The short, percussive lecture pounded itself into his head deeply, and he felt like an absolute idiot.
"I've met wild animals with better manners!"
His voice cracked as he pleaded for forgiveness, appearing as the very picture of patheticness. "I-I'm sorry! I th-th-thought you were some of the p-people the Pres told me about!"
A last thump hit his head, but it wasn't from Saqui. Brunhilde had dropped the bag of rocks on his head. She was quite pissed off by his behavior. This kid had nearly melted his new friend's face off, and Saqui had been a little bit too kind with her words. Brunhilde tilted his head back and looked down at him, near expressionless, and coldly tore into him herself.
"Look here, shitkicker. We weren't going to hurt you, but you fucked up when you threw a ball of goddamn lava at someone you didn't even know. We'd be justified if we threw you out a window for that. But we're not going to do that, alright? Instead, we're going to ask our question, and we're going to expect an answer."
The Hall Monitor's sticker fell off his shoulder when he nodded upwards in acknowledgement. One last tap on the head came from Brunhilde's notebook, and she stepped away to finish her notes on what had just happened.
@FaithsRose
@Xandrya
@Sif
Arr! I need to post, but I've got zero inspiration for it this past few days.
I'll get something up tonight.
I'll get something up tonight.
Everyone in Elbritas's classroom right now will see a clipboard and a few papers slam through the teacher's mailbox.
The Hall Monitor
Day 2, After Lunchtime
The Hall Monitor was about to pull the reports off of the clipboard and slide them through the mail slot when he saw a Native American woman coming at him, finger pointed at the clipboard. She seemed to be very much out of breath, and was actively trying to talk to him. He couldn't hear a thing she said, though, and it briefly crossed his mind that maybe he should take off the headphones. The headphones fell off of his head on their own, though, when a puff of air jerked them up and forwards.
"...one of these reports."
Run. Don't confront. The words of the club president echoed through his head as he realized that the woman was trying to talk to him about Hall Monitor business. Usually confrontations turned nasty very quickly, on account of people generally disliking being spied upon. He nervously backed away and tried to turn and run, but his feet never made contact with the ground, and he very nearly faceplanted into the floor. Running wasn't an option, apparently. Confrontation it was. He rolled himself over to look at his assailant.
Brunhilde had arrived a minute after Saqui, having been led along the hallways by the energized scent of tampered-with air that Saqui had left behind in her attempts to ease the chase. The fellow air user had apparently found her mark and was in the middle of trying to interrogate the kid, whom Brunhilde had stopped from running using what anyone who had been present at the time would have recognized as the same trick Avarius had used on her the previous morning. An inch thick pad of air was nigh impossible to get any traction on regardless of one's choice of footwear, after all.
"We're here about an incident that happened yesterday."
Oh shit. That confirmed it. He was about to be the victim of a revenge-beating, like in those horror stories the President had told him. But he still had a job to do. He threw himself towards the classroom and crammed the entire clipboard through the mail slot to the right of the door, incident reports and all, where it got stuck on the clipboard's metal clamp and loosely flopped about, halfway in and halfway out of the Fire classroom. In the same motion, he threw up a hand, slinging a ball of glowing red and black liquid towards Saqui, whom he assumed to be his attacker. Some droplets of the liquid flew from his now-blackened hand and landed upon the floor, where they burned the vinyl tiles and quickly solidified into beads of obsidian. At this angle, a large pouch leaking sand and pebbles everywhere could be seen hanging around his waist. He appeared to be absolutely terrified.
@FaithsRose
@Sif
@Xandrya
Another hall monitor report \o/
Not quite as long-winded as the last, but whatever.
Is anyone outside Elbritas's office at the moment, or are they about to be?
Not quite as long-winded as the last, but whatever.
Is anyone outside Elbritas's office at the moment, or are they about to be?
Day 2, 12:40 PM, Lunchtime
"Learning to do all of those without training is impressive. Considering how many people lived there, were there no other elementalists around?", Saqui asked. Brunhilde had never considered that there might be others like herself in her town, but she didn't remember seeing anything that would suggest as much. Tukturjuk wasn't a particularly exciting place, and everybody knew everybody, so she figured she'd have heard something.
"I don't think there were any other elementalists in my town. If there were, they were very, very well hidden. I don't really think figuring out what I could do was that impressive. Really, I just got curious and experimented a lot. I had a lot of free time."
The current page of the notebook was getting a bit too full, so Brunhilde flipped over to the next page. The ruling being that large made it difficult to get the usual amount of information density, and Brunhilde quietly grunted in annoyance.
Brunhilde found herself somewhat amused by Saqui's inquisitive nature. Perhaps all air elementalists liked to learn new things, but the manner in which it was displayed was enormously different. Brunhilde personally preferred quiet listening and passively learning. Saqui, meanwhile, didn't seem to have any inhibitions with her questioning and commenting - perhaps that was something that Brunhilde could work towards. Saqui's comment regarding the notebook caught her attention, though. The girl was observant enough to figure things out fairly quickly, even if she did seem a bit confused by the matter.
"Hm, probably. I know there's another notebook that's not with me at the moment."
The borscht was finally finished. Brunhilde only noticed when she tried to dip her spoon into it again, and realized that she couldn't even remember what it tasted like. Disappointment crossed her face momentarily before she flipped to the previous notebook page, where a series of markings in her own personal sensory language described every detail of it, creating a rough impression of what it would've tasted like. Satisfied, she returned to the current page and marked lunch as over. Saqui suggested finding one of the Hall Monitors, since they seemed to know what was going on to some extent. It was a good idea. Saqui seemed to be finished with her lunch too, so now felt as good a time as any to investigate.
"I'd be okay with that. I have the remainder of yesterday's notes, but it cuts off at a certain point. I'd like to find out how I managed to lose 18 hours. Shall we get going?"
Brunhilde slid off of her seat and grabbed the tray and all of her trash. She never touched the floor, though - her tendency to skate rather than walk never seemed to wane.
"Gus, I'll see you around. Take me to see one of the blood teachers some time, alright? I'd love to learn more about it," she stated as she wandered off to put away her tray and rid herself of garbage.
Day 2, Shortly After Lunch
One of the Hall Monitors was wandering around the hallway of the Academy's Fire building, where he was quickly spotted by Brunhilde. He didn't seem to notice, though, and continued walking down the mazelike corridors. The music blasting through his headphones muffled the sounds of footsteps and voices coming after him. Uncaringly, he checked the incident reports on his clipboard again. Today had been absolute mayhem, as far as he was concerned, and it was probably only going to get worse as the year went on.
It was utterly ridiculous. There was a series of other reports regarding littering and horseplay beneath it, but the ferret report was the most absurd thing he had ever seen. He was only a first year student, though, so he was certain that he would find more ludicrous problems plaguing the Academy. Incidents regarding teachers were to be brought to Kano's office, but other incidents were to be brought to the offices of the most closely associated teacher. He had no idea where the Aether or Techmental teachers' offices were, so he figured he would drop this particular report off at the office of the preeminent Fire teacher, Elbritas.
He turned one more corner before he was finally properly intercepted, just a few short meters away from the teacher's door (and therefore his mail slot).
@FaithsRose
I'll go ahead and post later tonight - would be good to see if I can finish up this current interaction.
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