Sarcelle Renard

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

@Sailorsadie

The motto of every person that has been through college

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

<Snipped quote by Sarcelle Renard>

Sleep? What's that?

@BrutalBx

I dunno, but I hear it's a lot less expensive substitute for this coffee IV drip I have in me.

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

@BrutalBx You keep doing you boss man. I hear that sleep stuff is pretty important.

I should have a post up myself sometime tonight.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning – Newspaper Club Room?

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”Eh?” the noise escaped him almost involuntarily, as while Natsumi’s question seemed quite innocuous, it was actually quite the bureaucratic conundrum for the president.

Yuuhei scratched the back of his head sheepishly, as he didn’t actually consider what position the girl could potentially fill when he accepted her application. They had plenty of writers and the president served as the main editor for the paper, so saddling her with either of those jobs seemed like a waste of resources. But at the same time, the white haired girl certainly didn’t seem to be the type to be jump at the chance to be an interviewer, but maybe she would continue to surprise him? That sounded too hopeful, even to Yuuhei, and part of him was honestly worried that he might scare her off yet at this rate.

Thankfully, reality decided to relieve the president from his unenviable positon for a bit and went on break.

In the blink of an eye, Yuuhei found himself in a place that looked remarkably similar to the Newspaper Club room that he knew and loved, but with some key differences that made him feel all kinds of unpleasant. The first, and perhaps most obvious, thing that he noticed was off had to be the monochrome palette that the world had taken on. The change was so sudden in fact that the blond actually thought he had found a way to turn off the rods in his eyes, but a quick look at his own hand quickly informed him that was not the case.

Next was the eerie screaming, which he could not even come close to estimating an origin of no matter how hard he strained his ears. Not that he was entirely sure that he wanted to find out what was making it even if he could. And then of course there was the odd patch of color on the wall, which was almost a relief until he realized it was a viscous red. Needless to say, that little fact did nothing to settle the guy’s nerves.

Speaking of which, unnerved was an incredibly good word to describe the president’s current state. His mouth had gone annoyingly dry. At some point his hands had balled themselves into tight fists. It was difficult to make out his own thoughts between the constant screaming and his own pounding heartbeat. Saika was gone. Wait, where did she go? A lot more questions poured in, all doing their utmost to grab his attention, overwhelming him and threatening to throw him into a panic. Yet… underneath it all was a part of him that couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of getting to the bottom of this ridiculous situation.

”Yuuhei is fine,” the president replied reflexively with an almost robotic tone, momentarily not even fully registering that someone had called out to him. It was, however, thankfully enough to pull him back to whatever deranged interpretation of reality he found himself in. His eyes refocused and for the first time he noticed that Natsumi was still with him. As their eyes met, there was an attempt made for one of his usual smiles, but he could tell it wasn’t as convincing as he would have liked.

”I’m fine now,” he reassured the first year, wishing that circumstances were just a bit more relaxed enough to allow him to poke fun at her bright red face. ”You wouldn’t happen to know what exactly we got caught up in, do you?”

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@SMS

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

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Before he knew it, Kieran was scoffing at the ORO’s unofficial leader. The dark haired wizard found it a tad presumptuous for Corrigan to assume that he and the whelp that was passed out in front of him would get along well, but even Kieran had to concede that he had a point that there was perhaps some common ground between them due to their shifter natures. And from the looks of it, this Reynell’s condition didn’t seem completely voluntary either. Although with that said, Kieran would take randomly growing a pig snout over Lycanthropy any day.

End’s comment caused the werewolf to raise an eyebrow. Not only because anybody with eyes could tell that she had fainted, but also because he couldn’t help but wonder just how much medical paraphernalia the doctor kept on his person at all times. It was hardly worth mentioning though, so he went to reach for the salts, but stopped when he noticed that the subject in question had started to stir.

Kieran backed up a bit to give Reynell some room as she sat up, but as she did, he saw just how young she looked. The girl barely looked old enough to have finished her schooling at Hogwarts, much less graduate from ORO’s “graduate program.” He balled his hands into a tight fist, his thoughts echoing Greenwood’s comments. ’It took me four years to become a full-fledged Regulator. Is this kid simply just that good or is the Ministry actively trying to get her killed?’ he wondered as his usual frown deepened even more, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness despite himself.

After all, it was one thing to lose a colleague that had known and had been prepared for the risks that came with the job. It was quite another to see some kid die when they had never even understood what they had gotten themselves into in the first place.

Reynell started babbling about a man she had seen, pulling Kieran out of his thoughts. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she must have meant the Caretaker, which if she had seen the old man scrying, that could be one explanation behind how she had ended up in a heap on their floor. ’But if she’s really that squeamish, she is definitely going to be in for a rough time.’

Kieran blinked. He had been staring at her since she had woken up. And with a look that seemed far too much like one of concern no less. That wasn’t like him. He made his way towards the map, trying to focus on the upcoming job and not the girl who was currently desperate to hide her ears and nose. The werewolf couldn’t help but shake his head, already having a sinking suspicion that it was going to be a rather long day.

”Looks like we picked up another lively one,” he muttered, his total lack of enthusiasm for the entire situation before him perfectly captured by his tone.

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@Sailorsadie

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

Stuck at work

send halp

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@Crimmy So is it correct to assume that electronics don't work in this zone?

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning - Newspaper Club Room

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It was Yuuhei’s turn to blink several times, the girl’s reaction reminding him of a similar conversation he had been a part of in this very room. ’Heh, is this the view you had back then sempai?’ he mused as an oddly nostalgic grin broke through his attempt at a serious face. It was only there for a moment though, as his usual goofy grin was quick to retake control. But as he sprung to his feet, he adopted a look of faux confusion, raising an eyebrow in the most exaggerated way imaginable and cocking his head slightly to the side.

”Of course it’s alright. Why wouldn’t it be?” Yuuhei asked his new kouhai, scratching his chin in bewilderment. ”Wait," his eyes took on a rather worrisome glint as his mind started to have perhaps a bit too much fun filling in the nonexistent blanks, "don’t tell me you are starting to have reservations about joining because you are secretly involved in a fight between good and evil and are actually humanities last hope against those that would destroy us and don’t want to get us-“

THWACK

For some reason, the sound of a rolled up newspaper hitting a particularly thick skull produced a noise that was actually quite easy on the ears. Unfortunately, the thick skull in question was Yuuhei’s, so it was a sound that he was quite alright with giving up entirely. “Don’t scare off our newest member on her first day,” Saika chastised the blond, slapping the rolled up newspaper against her hand for emphasis.

“And you,” she said, turning to Natsumi with a softer tone and look, “Welcome to the club. If you have any questions, come to me first. This one,” she rather rudely gestured with a jerk of her head in Yuuhei’s direction, “means well, but is still all too likely to waste your time with his nonsense.”

At that, Yuuhei opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it after a brief second of silence and hung his head sheepishly. ’Well it’s not like I can say that she’s wrong…’

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@SMS

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

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The shower was helping a lot actually. Kieran pried his eyes open and shivered, as he preferred to keep the water bone chillingly cold, but thoughts about Twycross, the unpleasantness in the kitchen, and even the sight of Zara having a seizure seemed to swirl down the drain along with the water. The feelings of doubt and uselessness drained from him, as if he was adopting the same icy indifference of the water that was cascading down on him. And as he thought about how liberating it was, it became easier to see how Corrigan had ended up the way he did. Not that he felt like that was a particularly good thing.

The water turned off with a small screech. While part of him wouldn’t have minded soaking the day away, he had plenty of work to do. Not to mention the prospects of getting sick didn’t sound all that appealing.

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THUNK

The thick book slammed closed with a note of finality, signaling the end of Kieran’s patience. For all his brilliance, Damocles’ monstrous potion was a complete mess from a technical standpoint. Its ingredients were unbearably expensive and correctly brewing it required a herculean amount of patience and attention to detail. If the need for it had been any less, the potion would have been considered by and large as an unambiguous flop. But try as he might, the werewolf had been completely unable to make much headway on improving the potion on either of those fronts. The ingredients had no simple substitutions, especially the main ingredient Aconite which would have burned through most of Kieran's pay if it wasn't for DeVito. Not to mention the brewing process itself seemed to be a hairsbreadth away from not working at all in the first place, so any changes to it almost instantly resulted in failure.

The dark haired man rubbed his temples, exasperation practically dripping from his pores. It wasn’t productive to work like this, as he was all too prone to make mistakes he would later regret. A break was likely in order, but didn’t sound particularly attractive as it had only been a few hours since the uproar that was End’s arrival, leaving Kieran not too enthused to risk running into other residents of the Dormum. But sitting here and staring down his mounting sense of ineptitude didn’t sound all that pleasant either, so with a sigh of resignation he got up from his seat and left his room, which was even more cluttered with heavy tomes than usual.

The hallways of the Dormum seemed even more uninviting than usual, which didn’t really come as a surprise considering that they had lost the few Regulators that had seemed to have made it their mission in life to liven the place up. As he walked through the quiet halls, Kieran found it difficult to miss them, because despite having worked with them for quite some time, he had never truly gotten to know any of them. His steps were heavy, as the poor sleep he had been getting the last few nights were starting to wear him down, but the exhaustion wasn’t readily apparent in his expression.

The werewolf had been intending to get a breath of fresh air outside, but as he made his way to the main entrance of the house, a loud crashing noise caught his attention. ”Oh what now?” he muttered, but his curiosity got the better of him so he changed his course to the map room.

The sight awaiting him was almost normal enough. Greenwood was helping the caretaker get through a scrying. Normal. At his feet though, was a young girl with gray hair. Sadly, even that wasn’t too unusual due to his line of work. The pig’s snout that had taken up residence where her nose should be though? Not normal. Not even by his awfully skewed standards.

Since Greenwood was too occupied with the caretaker, Kieran took a knee to get a closer look at the stranger, making sure she wasn’t dead or dying in their house. While her breathing seemed relatively normal, the fingers he had placed on her neck told him that her heart rate had spiked. He was about to ask the Legilimens what had happened to her, but the sight of the caretaker hobbling past him caused the words to catch in his throat. While he did his best to keep the old man supplied with potions to ease the poor creature’s pain, he had his suspicions that they didn’t actually help much. So for now, a small nod was all he had to offer him.

His attention was brought back to the present though with Greenwood’s remark. So their next case was going to be in an insane asylum. Lovely. ORO should seriously consider putting together a recruitment campaign with the slogan, “Join us to see what your nightmares look like in real life!” The werewolf was certain it would draw in a plethora of applicants.

”So who’s the metamorphmagus?” he finally asked his colleague, finding it surprisingly hard not to prod the pig snout for science. ”And why is she sleeping in our map room?”

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@Sailorsadie

Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

@BlackPanther Kieran's about to stumble upon a passed out girl with a pig nose. Athos can join him in poking her with a stick!