SepticGentleman

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Zoe will go and sit with you, no worries.

@Shard

One of us.

ONE OF US.

O̷͘͟͡N͘͟͏E̷͜ ̡͜O͝F̴͝͠ ͏͝Ų͠S͡͏.͜͡

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

All the freaks at one table. The legit freaks, that is. Creepy personalities don't cut it, you gotta look like NNNNNNGGGGGG-

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon Rottlage, Ruben Tarblatt

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After the altercation in the garden, Harmon had remained still for a bit of time. Once the combination of Mika’s civility and that… other girl’s intrusion subsided, he finally gauged the importance of the announcement. But he took Mika's parting words to mind – the auditorium would be holding the newcomers. He was no such thing. So, he made his way to the cafeteria after finishing the rest of his stroll.

…

The cafeteria itself was, same as the few other times Harmon had seen it (he normally had his meals in seclusion, crowds pounded away at his thoughts after a while), filled to the brim. Not a lot of space to move around in. The moment he stepped inside, he scanned his surroundings and attempted to weave his way through the crowd. Most of the amassed students passed him a glance and nothing more (given that his hood was raised over his head, his appearance was effectively concealed), while others stared and sneered. He waved his camera through the crowd, bumping into one student after another. Thankfully, the moment he breached the opposing end of the small crowd, he was spared any further awkward maneuvering.

“Harmon.”

Now in his humanoid shape, Ruben approached Harmon from a nearby table situated at the wall of the cafeteria. A wide berth split amidst the students as he walked – most of them very, very confused as to what in the hell something like him was doing here. He, however, paid them no mind whatsoever. “I. Have reserved. A table. For us.” Ruben said, turning and pointing his tendril over to said table. Harmon nodded and followed beside him, the berth still present.

“I set. A bowl. Of soup for you.” Ruben said, “As per. Your appetite.”

“Th-thank you…” Harmon replied. A pause went on before he asked, “Is… is there anyone else at… the table?”

“Of course not.”

It was the truth. The two reached a table by the wall, with a lone bowl of some sort of soup and a glass of water waiting for Harmon. Ruben himself would not actually be dining this evening. They both sat down and chatted idly to each other. About goals. About expectations.

About the future.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

A cow for Ruben, stripped of life and flesh.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Zoe is so polite

@Shard

We must destroy her.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon Rottlage

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She knew Harmon’s name before he even introduced himself. The meant one of two things; she remembered meeting him sometime last year and he forgot her completely… or, she’s a cerebral. It didn’t matter to him much which scenario was true. She wasn’t outright berating him. That was good enough for him.

“I, uh…” He responded to the young woman, “I-I’m doing… the, the same thing… waiting, that is…”

Harmon was making his absolute best attempt at a casual conversation. However, amidst his jumbling of words, something picked at the back of his brain. A presence. Not a mind, but a device. One in hand and being utilized. And he felt that familiar ping of a picture being taken. Of him, no less. He turned his head – and his camera – in the general direction of the presence. But there was nothing actually visible there. Just a space in the garden. But he knew someone was present. And he saw the demeaning message they had just sent string through his mind as well.

i'm honestly scared for my life what is that omg *crying emoji*

Such reactions, he was used to. But this time he thought he’d try something different. He lowered his head and placed his own consciousness amidst the signal of the phone. And then… he replied.

Don’t be scared. You are free to come and say hello.

There. That was plenty enough. Probably wouldn’t garner a pleasant reaction, but… he felt like trying. He turned his head and camera back towards the young woman seated on the bench. “I-I-I’m sorry, I was… lost, in, in thought, just now…” He said. And it was at this point that he recalled the fact that she knew his name, but he had not the faintest idea what hers was.

“Wh-…” He asked in his usual, meager voice, “W-what’s your... uh, name?”

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@Mr Allen J
@Heathen

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon better leave her phone alone.

@Heathen

Don't worry. He doesn't have a sizable reason to disable it. Yet.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

So. Mean.

@Heathen

You brought this on yourself.

We a̵ŗe͞ al͝l҉ ̛t̵e͝r̨r̷i͟b͘l͞e̵ ͜t͠oge̶th͠e͢r͘.̛

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Finally posted.

Low key fell bad for dragging Harmon.

@Heathen

He's gonna know she's there. And he's gonna know what message she sent.

He is one with the phone.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon Rottlage

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The garden was always a nice place to stroll. The vibrancy. The serenity. The day was bright and clear, which was well and good on its own. But Harmon especially liked when a veil of fog rode through. Reminded him of the peaceful isolation of the Ivory Deer Community. The gates. The stone fence surrounding the area. Wumberak, that giant, lovable dog-monster, hobbling on his three legs.

Memories.

Harmon marched along the stone trail weaving in between the brush, swaying his camera ever so subtly to take in the scenery. All this at the heart of the academy. What a place. His second year here would hopefully turn out to be an enjoyable one. The first was just getting used to all the machinations. The classes, the staff, the students... not a lot of the latter two enjoyed his presence much. In fact he was the subject of a rumor among some of the younger that the son of the Slender Man had enrolled. He didn't pay that one much mind. In fact, the whole ordeal got him interested into internet horror mythos as a whole. So no harm done.

He crossed into another trail. To his left, a young woman was seated, simply enjoying the scenery. Harmon attempted to recall if he'd seen her before but... his memory has always been so terrible. As he walked by, he slowed a bit and waved meagerly with his free hand. And a scant thought inched through his mind.

_{Pleasedon'tbemean...}

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@Mr Allen J