Patrol

[peace_keeper]

Daybreak Academy reeked of undead. Or at least it did to 82 White Chain's supernatural senses. There was Ekkehardt, but she knew about him already, and a few others that seemed to be students that she was unconcerned about for now.

No, this was something else.

White Chain patrolled the campus, at night mostly since she didn't need to sleep, with a long stride that ate up distance surprisingly quickly, poking her nose into every nook and cranny she could find that isn't someone's private space (Teachers are not allowed to enter student dorms without permission or probably cause and this was not that.). She figured that these spirits, these...hollows, she believed they were called, would be doing their best to avoid a being such as her, but bloody minded persistence would pay dividends eventually.

Whether you're up to nefarious deeds or just out for a late night snack, turning a corner and coming face to face with the cold white light of law will be a bit of a shock for anyone. Fortunately she's not looking for you specifically.

Right?

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[bejustorbedead]

Ky stops in mid-step, as White Chain seem to have suddenly come into view, having returned to the campus from whatever he was doing late at night in Soliel.

"White Chain?" He asked, a subtle tension going through him, the way the Angel held herself - he doubt she was just simply taking a midnight stroll.

[peace_keeper]

"Professor Kiske."

Ky got a polite nod. She had never met any of the Knights Templar, but she knew angels who had. For all their posturing and rituals and lasting historical impact, they had been of little import to most of the Concordant Knights, and to White Chain herself for that matter, until she had met one of them far from when he should have been. "What brings you out and about this late at night?"

[bejustorbedead]

He pushes his hair from his face, closing his eyes. "I have little need of sleep since I've awoken, and some nights it's too stifling to stay in my room." The man answers, having no desire to lie to an Angel, even if White Chain was not quite what he was taught to believe what angels ares.

"You look like you're patrolling with a purpose."

[peace_keeper]

She nodded, accepting that answer. It was easy to imagine worrying about falling asleep for ANOTHER few centuries, were she in Ky's shoes.

To business, then: "The restless dead have been making a nuisance of themselves lately. There is little for me to do while the rest of the school sleeps, so I am hoping to find them, or at least to make them worry about avoiding me."

[bejustorbedead]

"So they're in the school grounds too, the Sister down at the Cathedral had mention the dead seeming more restless than normal." Ky breathes out. "Do you think you could use another set of eyes?"

Despite the fact that she already has more eyes than an entire town's worth of people.

[yokeye]

[Toki isn't up to nefarious deeds, or out for a late night snack. But he's out wandering around campus; carrying a black cat and looking at the stars. He hasn't been paying attention to where he is, or where he's going. He rounds the corner of... whatever building it is... and there's White Chain. She's somehow kind of eerie in the dark, but he's going to try and ignore that.]

Professor White Chain~! What are you doing out so late~!? How's Shinobu Ayumi Ritsuko Sakae Ozuru Charlie Mange Roland Matthieu Eloise Luna Sol Badguy Maple Maple-Maple Maple-Maple-Maple Maple Maple-is-the-Best Maplemaple Maple-Beats-Fakir the Fifth, Esquire, Galileo Titan Mihaly Dumitru Margareta Corneliu Leopold Blanca Karol Aeon Ignatius Raphael Maria Niketas Archange Shilage Venus Hayate Azumi Toki-ni Jean Alfa Bravo Charlie Delta Echo Golf Hotel India Juliett Kilo Mike November Oscar Papa Quebec Romeo Sierra Uniform Victor X-Ray Zulu Whiskey Tango Foxtrot doing!? Is he well!?

[peace_keeper]

[Bad news, Toki.]

I banished him as soon as I had the chance.

[yokeye]

You what?

[He clutches the cat tightly in shock.]

You banished him!? Where? Did you send him back to hell when he was just getting acclimated to earth!? Could you really part with all your wonderful memories of our devil child that easily!? Was he only born to be given a name and then abandoned!? Did you ferment him again!? Is he in a bottle in your office, going to sit on a shelf in some form of goo for years and years until he reforms!?

[The cat hisses and leaps out of his arms, landing silently on the ground and running away.]

[peace_keeper]

I destroyed his mask, reverting him to the Hot Black Flame. Properly contained, he can do no harm in this form.

[Toki may have recalled that the tiny devil had had a tiny mask over its face.]

Really, we can't afford to have extra devils lying around. That way leads to chaos and ruin.

[yokeye]

[His imagination immediately conjures an image of Shinobu etc's cute little devil mask breaking into tiny shards, Shinobu etc himself catching fire, burning in black flames, the dusty remnants smouldering. Don't cry, don't cry.]

H-he had such a c-cute mask!

[And he's crying. Extra devils, like extra children, were unneeded and unwanted. Extras were problems.]

I h-have to go!

[He needs to go find the cat. Yes.]

[peace_keeper]

[She watched him leave, perplexed. It was just a devil. Nothing to get so upset about.]

[subconmodo]

Avery freezes, looking every bit like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, several tubes of wrapping paper tucked under one arm.

"Uh. What's up?"

[peace_keeper]

"Dangerous undead spirits." She answered, completely honestly. "Are you also hoping to hunt them down?"

She noticed the wrapping paper. "...Probably not."

[subconmodo]

"Oh, them." The word is spit with considerably more venom than he would have had for them only a month earlier. "At this point I'd rather ignore them entirely, to be honest. But if you're on your way to take care of the pests, you have my blessing."

As if she needs it.

[nor_iron_bars]

[So, speaking of supernatural senses...]

[White Chain may be keeping a proverbial eye out for anything suspicious, but she also isn't bothering to hide herself overmuch from the mystical eyes of others. Especially from those with the Second Sight, keen as it is.]

[All of this may go some way to explaining why, as she passes through the parking lot once more, the trunk of a car suddenly pops open as she walks by, revealing a somewhat disheveled Jailbreak already mid-grumble.]

-light of law at two in the morning, right outside my door, when I'm trying to sleep.

[Jail sighs, leaning on the rim of the trunk, and gives her a flat look. She appears to be standing on a set of roughly-carved stone steps leading down into the darkness of a space way too large to plausibly fit inside the car. Such is the nature of magic.]

What the shit, White Chain.

[peace_keeper]

[This is hardly the first time White Chain has experienced spatial warping.]

I cannot turn it off. It is what I am.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Heavy sigh.]

Okay, yeah, fair- but is there a reason you're being what you are in the parking lot in the middle of the night? I mean, far be it for me to argue against staying up and partying, but that ain't exactly your scene, so I'm guessing there's something else going on.

[Sure, she's still about thirty percent not awake, but she's not too asleep for basic logic.]

[einselective]

Marian is, very specifically and explicitly, Not A Night Person. At least, not anymore, she isn't. But every once in a while, time slips away on her -- helping students or in this case, reading some old prophetic texts in the library, and before she knows it, it's dark out. Very, very dark. This is exactly why she was perfectly fine with on-campus housing. It's not really that far from the Hall of Pythia to the faculty apartments... but still...

So for the last few minutes she's been pacing just inside the doors, occasionally glancing out with a particularly anxious and worried look. White Chain's sudden appearance around a corner might be mildly surprising, but the fact that she lets off her own light...

"Where are you going?" Marian asks pointedly and without preamble.