Moving day...

[foolishjustice]

Who: Goro Akechi, mostly open but one prompt for Mav
What: The new guy settles in...and regrets transferring in right before finals.
When: The first week of March and into the next weekend.
Where: The library and local cafes, the training grounds, and Lumiere room 305
Warnings: None anticipated...

[Hall of Pythia/local cafes]

[Of course he just had to transfer in right before exams. He'd been frustrated by the timing, but of course his superiors had insisted. So here he is, right before final exams...he'd at least had the requirements for combat and magic classes waived due to the late transfer, but that still leaves him looking at tests for unknown lesson plans. As confident as he is in his general studies, it still makes him nervous. That's why, if he spots someone who looks like a student about his age, he'll put down his coffee and wave at them before calling out in Japanese accented English.]

Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have copies of this years' syllabi for twelfth graders, would you? I just transferred, and I want to make sure my old school covered everything I'll need to know.

[Lumiere 305]

[For the first full week of March, Akechi was far too busy and exhausted to really introduce himself to his roommate. He'd partially unpacked, setting up his ant farm at the back of his desk, and then spent the rest of his time either on classwork or learning his way around the campus.

By Friday, however, he finally finds time after class to finish his unpacking. And, well...he does have someone he should really be introducing himself to. He offers a grin that's carefully measured to not show too many teeth...and, honestly, doesn't seem entirely natural.]

I'm sorry I've been so scarce since arriving, I seem to have picked a very troublesome time to transfer. My name is Goro Akechi, I look forward to getting to know you.

[Following the field trip into the orichalcum mines, the one thing Akechi had taken time from his studies for was to pay a visit to the forge. With the weekend now here, it's time to test out what he'd requested...a set of arrows, barbed and tipped with a glittering gold metal. Judging from the weight of the vanes on the back, a pretty heavy one, at that. Left to his own devices, he'll spend the majority of his Saturday here, alternating between archery practice (those who know how to hold a bow properly will note that he's left handed) and exercising his familiar. He's also chosen a...strange outfit to practice in. Even more strange, the mask vanishes when his familiar is summoned.]

It feels a little strange, being able to train like this out in the open...

Comments

[deuteranope]

[It's cool, Akechi, he means the fans more than anything. He doesn't need stalker freaks around, on top of weird Outlands shit here all the time.]

As much as any of us are ordinary fucking students, right? But hey, you're in good company. You can believe it or not, but I'm here to be as ordinary as they fucking come.

[foolishjustice]

[He can definitely agree with that. He couldn't even argue if someone called him a crazy person magnet.]

In a place like this, I would think that having magical abilities would qualify as ordinary.

[He brushes a bit of hair away from his face with a gloved hand.]

Did you also have some sort of...unusual circumstance before you came here?

[deuteranope]

[Magic will never be ordinary... He grew up raised by a Seer, and not even that could normalize all that crap.]

Calm your detective ass, man, you're still in the prologue. [gotta rank up before you get that backstory, son.] I've got a Flame, it's useless but it got me a free ride, so what the fuck ever, I'll take it. That's what you get, for a first meeting.

[foolishjustice]

[This would be time to work his Wildcard magic...if not for the fact that he sucks at the social aspect.]

I have difficulty imagining a power that's completely useless. At the very least, don't we all have the ability to damage undead?

[deuteranope]

[Ah..............he's just gonna ignore that part because yeah, his Flame didn't get the undead-destroying memo. Or, you know, his control over it was super blocked by trauma. One of those two.]

Sure, there's shit I can do, but it's more of a studying fucking thing, or a crappy party trick. The main part of it's just me changing the color of written shit.

[foolishjustice]

That sounds like it could have uses, just not combat applicable ones. If you changed the words to match the color of the paper, you could hide a message so that stealing it would be useless. You might also be able to hide runes on an object, so that opponents wouldn't be able to tell it's magically enhanced.

[deuteranope]

[...Ha. It feels so bitter that this guy can figure that stuff out when Maverick himself had only come to the same conclusions recently. Like just the prior week recently. Sorry he's gotta be a prickly bitch, now... It's an inferiority thing.]

Wow, detective prince, got any other helpful hints on things I already fucking know?

[foolishjustice]

You'd already thought of that, but you still consider it useless? Not all useful applications have to be relevant to combat classes.

[deuteranope]

[He bites the inside of his cheek to suppress most of the anger and desire to lash out, but alas...]

I already said I know I can do shit, I'm not so fucking stupid I can't see that, so quit the know-it-all, above-it act, alright? I'm just fucking saying, it's fucking like knowing how to spell "scopophobia" where ultimately that shit ain't gonna matter unless you get yourself in a real fucking weird death crossword puzzle situation, or some other annoyingly fucking specific fuckery. It ain't "I got two swords that make me more fucking awesome in every physical way".

[foolishjustice]

[.....He'll just. Not mention that he has a fancy outfit that makes him more awesome in every physical way.]

Really? I would think being able to obscure things like writing or runes would have a number of uses. But then, maybe I'm just biased due to spending so much time dealing with information and people attempting to hide it.

[deuteranope]

[Nothing in life is fair. But hey, at least little miss two swords is someone he has a positive view of. Could be worse.]

Good for fucking you, I don't fucking care. [he says, caring a lot] Quit acting so fuckin sure of yourself, dickhead.

[foolishjustice]

You'd rather I acted with uncertainty? That sounds rather dangerous, considering the implications of mandatory combat classes.

[deuteranope]

Buddy, the answer to "you'd rather I stop acting like a pretentious fucking ass" is always gonna be "yes".

[But wait! There's more!] Besides, I'm pretty sure the implication of maybe being fucking dead and gone tomorrow, who fucking knows why, is a pretty good goddamn reason to not pretend your future or ideas are set in fucking stone.

[That's partially the PTSD talking, though.]

[foolishjustice]

And here I'd thought I was being rather polite.

[He reaches up to pull a bit of hair away from his face. Why is he wearing leather gloves with his uniform, anyway?]

I'd think the possibility of death is good reason to be certain of what I want. If I might not live to see twenty, I'd rather not waste time on indecisiveness.

[deuteranope]

[Because of being a pretentious fucking ass, clearly. Mav doesn't think too much of it with Akechi being a detective, though, being honest -- gotta be careful to not contaminate crime scenes, and gloves help with that, right? Anything was a crime scene, really, crime is all over the place.]

Alright well, what I fucking want is to be none of your fucking business -- my magic shit, my habits, just... Shut off that "princely detective" bullshit, it's fucking freaky.

[foolishjustice]

[He'd sadly agree with that assessment. You never know when leaving your prints behind on a counter might complicate a robbery investigation.]

I can hardly 'shut off' my observational inclinations. I'm sorry if it unnerves you, though. I am aware that there are reasons people might not want to be examined too closely.