Most students, upon being informed of an intruder into such a school, would have done as instructed and run.
With the sound of fluttering pages, Abraham's book was cast side and he drew Furry, taking one step back to give the janitor some space, and sinking into a ready position.
"Alright, Fury, you had a point."
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If that bit of suspicion seems implausible, Windel, let me know and I'll edit. But, well, I'd be a mite suspicious if someone like that suddenly asked me where the Headmistress was. Even in a place like this. =P
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Abraham swiveled on the spot, taking his attention, momentarily, away from whoever it was in the ceiling. The newest speaker was very much an oddity; Tall man, white suit. Not a teacher, otherwise he wouldn't be asking about the Headmistress. He'd have thought student, perhaps, but... Those red eyes. Not the color, not in and of itself; Plenty of supernatural species manifested eyes of a similar nature, and though they were odd, he didn't pay them much mind.
No, it was the way they moved. Not in the curiosity or fascination of a student, or the watchful gaze of a teacher; They moved as if greedy to take in everything there was to be seen, and with the way the man's gaze lingered on the ceiling, it was like he could see everything at once. Greedy, with a vague disdain, as if the campus didn't live up to his expectations, somehow below his standards. The swordsman could feel the hairs on his neck raise, but he forced himself to smile politely. The man was probably nothing to be concerned about, he was simply overreacting.
Failing to trust your instincts isn't wise.
Well, do you know anything more than I do?
... No. Not yet.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure where she is." He said civilly, the smile never fading. "Could I take a message? I'm sure I could find a teacher around here who could take you to her."
Abraham swiveled on the spot, taking his attention, momentarily, away from whoever it was in the ceiling. The newest speaker was very much an oddity; Tall man, white suit. Not a teacher, otherwise he wouldn't be asking about the Headmistress. He'd have thought student, perhaps, but... Those red eyes. Not the color, not in and of itself; Plenty of supernatural species manifested eyes of a similar nature, and though they were odd, he didn't pay them much mind.
No, it was the way they moved. Not in the curiosity or fascination of a student, or the watchful gaze of a teacher; They moved as if greedy to take in everything there was to be seen, and with the way the man's gaze lingered on the ceiling, it was like he could see everything at once. Greedy, with a vague disdain, as if the campus didn't live up to his expectations, somehow below his standards. The swordsman could feel the hairs on his neck raise, but he forced himself to smile politely. The man was probably nothing to be concerned about, he was simply overreacting.
Failing to trust your instincts isn't wise.
Well, do you know anything more than I do?
... No. Not yet.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure where she is." He said civilly, the smile never fading. "Could I take a message? I'm sure I could find a teacher around here who could take you to her."
Well, I'll get something cooked up, in case its needed. I have a couple of ideas, I can get them put to profile form relatively easily.
TheWindel said
@ERode. Accepted.Also guys, because of story reasons I need one more person to be a Vice Principal to make 3. Cause you know, symbolism and all that jazz.
If you still need one more, I'd be willing to make one.
The 42nd Gecko said
We're all mad in here.
Fantastic! I find all the sane ones are boring.
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"..." Abraham paused, glancing at the sign, and then up at the ceiling, and back to the sign. The sign was actually quite cleverly constructed, and the multiple languages was a very good touch. The artwork from old straps was certainly inventive, too. On a whim, he stopped completely, redirecting his gaze to the open ceiling tile.
"Someone up there?"
"..." Abraham paused, glancing at the sign, and then up at the ceiling, and back to the sign. The sign was actually quite cleverly constructed, and the multiple languages was a very good touch. The artwork from old straps was certainly inventive, too. On a whim, he stopped completely, redirecting his gaze to the open ceiling tile.
"Someone up there?"
Aaaand, finally got a post written. Mostly Abraham having a brief talk with the voices in his head.
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No, he's not crazy, it's the sword.
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Okay, that's no better.XD Anyway! I didn't pin down where he was, so just about anyone who wants to interact or needs interaction can feel free to say that your character is nearby.
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No, he's not crazy, it's the sword.
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Okay, that's no better.XD Anyway! I didn't pin down where he was, so just about anyone who wants to interact or needs interaction can feel free to say that your character is nearby.
IC:
Through the welcome, the tall, brown-haired student had observed the crowd and Headmistress closely, noting behaviors with an avid curiosity. Despite Yui's young appearance, and apparent fondness for sweets, simple logic proved that she must indeed be quite competent; One did not maintain leadership of a school for students such as these without such skills. The few teachers he had easily noted prompted a myriad of reactions; Curiosity, amusement, mild distaste, among others, but none were held onto for long. He hadn't met any of them yet, after all. First appearances were often deceiving. That said, the student that decided to melt the culinary teacher's, if his guess was correct, food was worth taking note of, if he wished to avoid being a potential target for similar pranks.
As the assembly ended, Abraham Martin stood in a single, easy motion, book tucked under one arm. He slipped through the crowd easily, politely nodding and smiling at the people he passed. Truthfully, he didn't have a real destination in mind. The day was unscheduled, so he didn't have anywhere he needed to be, and he didn't know anyone around him. If he was honest with himself, he was moving just to move.
You are aware that this is rather pointless, yes?
Yes, Fury. I'm aware.
A momentary pause. If you're looking for people, any of these people could be suitable to talk to. They're all intending to be Dawn Slayers, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say most of the ones around you are supernatural creatures.
Abraham sighed, giving the sentient sword a 'nod' of acknowledgement. He had a point, however blunt he was in making it. Any of the people around him could be fascinating, in fact, just about anyone within the campus' grounds could be. On the other hand, he didn't know any of them, which meant striking up a conversation was a shot in the dark. After a moment, he sighed again.
He would have to figure out where to start. Reading wasn't polite, nor would it further the creation of new acquaintances and friends.
Through the welcome, the tall, brown-haired student had observed the crowd and Headmistress closely, noting behaviors with an avid curiosity. Despite Yui's young appearance, and apparent fondness for sweets, simple logic proved that she must indeed be quite competent; One did not maintain leadership of a school for students such as these without such skills. The few teachers he had easily noted prompted a myriad of reactions; Curiosity, amusement, mild distaste, among others, but none were held onto for long. He hadn't met any of them yet, after all. First appearances were often deceiving. That said, the student that decided to melt the culinary teacher's, if his guess was correct, food was worth taking note of, if he wished to avoid being a potential target for similar pranks.
As the assembly ended, Abraham Martin stood in a single, easy motion, book tucked under one arm. He slipped through the crowd easily, politely nodding and smiling at the people he passed. Truthfully, he didn't have a real destination in mind. The day was unscheduled, so he didn't have anywhere he needed to be, and he didn't know anyone around him. If he was honest with himself, he was moving just to move.
You are aware that this is rather pointless, yes?
Yes, Fury. I'm aware.
A momentary pause. If you're looking for people, any of these people could be suitable to talk to. They're all intending to be Dawn Slayers, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say most of the ones around you are supernatural creatures.
Abraham sighed, giving the sentient sword a 'nod' of acknowledgement. He had a point, however blunt he was in making it. Any of the people around him could be fascinating, in fact, just about anyone within the campus' grounds could be. On the other hand, he didn't know any of them, which meant striking up a conversation was a shot in the dark. After a moment, he sighed again.
He would have to figure out where to start. Reading wasn't polite, nor would it further the creation of new acquaintances and friends.
Well, I couldn't get that image to work. URL's there, I'll make it a link later. But for now, anyone who wishes to see my young pretty boy, they'll have to copy paste. XD
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