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She turned to see him, moving to join him walking while shrugging. "I expect they'll send us someplace off campus with a lot of Grimm. I've never heard specifics, but I've heard a lot of rumors that the first part is very dangerous...though I can't imagine how it's different than fighting monsters," she said, reaching into her bag on her shoulder. She took out a small harness, lightweight, and hoisted it on her back. Then she took out her Slicers, the Midnight Shadows, and attached them into the harness. It was a bit difficult to tell they were boots, as they were collapsed, but the harness could eject them for her to jump into or drop them to step into, for quickly preparing for a battle. With a small click on the shoulder strap, they locked into place, a soft blue light at the top of the harness glowing to signal its readiness.
She folded up her bag and said, "Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll be fine, though I would like to know what it is I'm getting into before we go. You know me, I like being prepared." She then looked up, as the loudspeakers began to hum and whine from interference, like they were quickly being turned on.
"*Cough cough* *ahem* *cough*" a voice blasted, sounding odd at first, but quickly sounding like Arrun clearing his throat. "Good morn, bright students of Beacon. This is your Headmaster, Arrun Tower...the Headmaster, here with some announcements. Please, do pay attention, as they are of great importance..." Arrun's voice called out. Morella raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, but said nothing.
Arrun Tower
Arrun quickly toweled off his hair, having showered after finishing a morning workout. He tried to find time to spar with Oyaji, the Groundskeeper and long-ago former Headmaster, but the beginning of the school year was still hectic. There was much documents and information to go through for the new students, the school's legal liaison was still out with finishing leftover business from Aelo, and all the master documents on the new students were locked in Aelo's personal computer. Which Arrun didn't have the password for, so he'd been trying to collect what information he could on the new students, returning students, and other Beacon business. The small workout in the morning was his own little vacation from that, but he knew he'd have to get to his office soon.
He knew it even more as he was straightening the tie on his suit, as he heard his own voice coming from the loudspeakers. First, a look of surprise. Then, confusion. Then, understanding, which quickly turned into anger. His fingers gripped on his tie, leaving it and his collar wrinkled as he stormed out of his room. The few students milling about in the halls next to the faculty rooms gave him a wide berth, his glare practically hot enough to melt the windows.
...Great importance... Arrun's voice paused, as the squeak of a chair was heard.
Announcement one, if any student has lost any kind of stick, please come to my office. Several have been found up my butt, and while I've grown fond of them, every mother knows when the chicks must hatch and leave the nest. ...The chicks being sticks...and the nest being my butt, if there was any confusion. Arrun's voice paused, as two thuds against wood sounded out, like feet planting up on a desk.
Announcement two, there are several student's who have been absent, and if anyone knows their whereabouts, help would be greatly appreciated. First on the list is Amanda Huggenkiss, if anyone knows where I can find Amanda Huggenkiss, please let me know. Next, Michael Rotch, goes by Mike. If anyone's seen Mike Rotch, or knows how to get ahold of Mike Rotch, please see me as soon as possible. And finally, I'm also looking for Ms. Keeballs. Her first name's Dawn, if anyone knows where I can find Dawn Kee-"
*CRASH*
"Uh...oh, heh..." Arrun's voice cracked, turning higher and nervous. "Hu-hey, Mr. T, what'cha doin'? Thought it'd take a bit longer to get here from the faculty rooms..." Oliver's voice said over the loudspeaker, before a nervous gulp.
"Mr. Kootz...what do youthink...You're doing in my office? Get away from that speaker!" Arrun's voice called out again, as some clattering of wood and crashes sound out. "Get off that wall, bring that back!"
"I-it's wrapped around my leg, OOF! Quite yanking, let me get it off!" Oliver said.
"Boy, when I get my hands on you..." Arrun's voice growled, sounding further away from the speaker.
"Oh, honeys, what's this I hear about things in buts and holding crotches?" B.B.'s smooth voice slipping out, sounding breathy and close to the microphone.
"AAUUU-*click*" Both Arrun and Oliver yelled, before the microphone cut out.
Oliver Kootz
"Ow, ow, o-o-owwwha!! Ow..."
Oliver was being pulled by his ear, Arrun walked very quickly down the avenue pulling him and B.B. in tow. His face was stern, brown furrowed, and he was still smoldering from being angry earlier.
"Ah, oh, ah!" B.B. squeaked, a tongue darting across purple lips. "Ah, oh, honey, pull my hair!" B.B. squealed, moaning.
Arrun stopped, mouth contorting squeamishly, as he let go of B.B.'s ear and shoved, then wiping his hands on his pants. B.B. sighed and whimpered, before finally turning around and skipping to towards the Academy.
Oliver glanced up to Arrun, smiling nervously and saying, "Ah, pull my hair? OW, OW, still the EAR!" wincing as Arrun walked even faster to the docks. The Headmaster mumbled angrily, as Oliver had to practically sprint to keep from having his ear torn off.
The reached the docks, Arrun releasing Oliver's ear as he strode by the group of students alreadd there, and walked towards the end of the dock. He calmly stood there, with his hands behind his back, looking out into the sky. He stood a bit further out than Orion, but didn't take the chance to acknowledge him, focusing on the sky for the moment.
"Ah, owie, guess someone can't take a joke..." Oliver said to himself with a grin, tearing up slightly as he rubbed his red and swollen ear. He looked to the group, smirking and saying, "'Sides, isn't there a tradition for the teachers to get pranked by the new students? I kept seeing it on all the movies, it's on my checklist of stuff to do at school. Right up there with pantsing someone, being pantsed, shoved in a locker, taking on a bully, starting a food fight, and giving an embarrassing public display of love... though I do need a trench coat and a boom box for that last one...and the capacity to be embarrassed...ah, guess I can wait to knock 'em off in a couple days." He then leaned on Alistair's shoulder, rubbing the lapel of his coat between his thumb and forefinger. "Hi-yah, Ollie Kootz. Ooh, nice coat, reminds me of one I saw on a friend of mine...well, not so much 'friend' as 'hobo who was trying to cut my fingers off,' and not so much 'of mine' as 'for knocking over his gravy by the railroad tracks.' But I digress, despite his attempts to dismember me, it was a very nice coat. Polyester? Cotton?" Oliver asked with a smile, flattening the lapel of the coat back.