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daybreakacademy2019-10-03 08:16 am
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I'm sorry mister policeman, if I wanted to talk I would have called a friend.
Who: "Nobody" and OTA.
When: After the Hunt.
Where: Class, Cafeteria, Lumiere 3 Commons, The library.
What: Zan reacts and doesn't react to the hunt aftermath.
Warnings: He's awful but probably not that awful.
a - Class Punk
Most of the classes are made up of humans. That was always an inevitable reality, school of magic or not. Even with the sunglasses back on, he still cuts a wide curve of people avoiding him. In classes, he notices the majority leaning to one side while the remaining notably odd, inhuman, or fanged sit with their heads down on the other trying desperately to pretend they haven't noticed. He sits with them, leaning back in the chair with his hands behind his head and his feet kicking up on the desk.
"This is nostalgic. Just like old times," He muses aloud. Anyone turning to look will be greeted with a flash of a grin. Particularly fearful humans get an additional, "Boo!" Followed by snickering.
B - Paid Parking
There's an advantage to this. It mostly involves skipping through lines. Who would have thought that the key to a quick cafeteria run was a school-wide murderous rampage and then loudly announcing one's self?
Like saying, "Do you want to be eaten? Move."
He manages to get away with a hefty tray of just about everything he can fit on it. He snags a fair table in the corner full of empty seats and gnaws on various pieces of his bounty as he reads through an old musty book on daemonology.
Without looking up he says, "Seat's not taken but there's a fee. Pay up one bit of food and the chair's yours."
c - Not Sulking
There are still marks in the wall from where he dragged his claws. His curiosity almost gets the best of him in having him check if that girl's door is still in pieces. He resists.
He collapses back on a couch in floor three's common room and removes the sunglasses at last. It's only evident then that he hasn't slept. He's not sleeping now, instead flicking through his school-gifted phone to turn on an old classic.
d - Hide Out
The library is a haunt of his. Sure it means running into people but they were all here under the mutual agreement to leave each other alone. And he could read as much as he liked.
Unfortunately, it doesn't mean he can simply not sense the fear off the nearby soul. They're hiding, tucked behind a bookcase and trying not to be heard. He doesn't have to guess why.
He growls to himself and speaks up, "You want to run for it, then run! Literally nothing's stopping you and I'm not interested in chasing."
The student peeks out, an interesting pink as embarassment-red wars with pale-faced-fear. They flinch when they catch his glance and quickly run off.
"Chh." He settles into a seat and pulls up a book, though it's questionable whether he's reading or just glaring at pages.
When: After the Hunt.
Where: Class, Cafeteria, Lumiere 3 Commons, The library.
What: Zan reacts and doesn't react to the hunt aftermath.
Warnings: He's awful but probably not that awful.
a - Class Punk
Most of the classes are made up of humans. That was always an inevitable reality, school of magic or not. Even with the sunglasses back on, he still cuts a wide curve of people avoiding him. In classes, he notices the majority leaning to one side while the remaining notably odd, inhuman, or fanged sit with their heads down on the other trying desperately to pretend they haven't noticed. He sits with them, leaning back in the chair with his hands behind his head and his feet kicking up on the desk.
"This is nostalgic. Just like old times," He muses aloud. Anyone turning to look will be greeted with a flash of a grin. Particularly fearful humans get an additional, "Boo!" Followed by snickering.
B - Paid Parking
There's an advantage to this. It mostly involves skipping through lines. Who would have thought that the key to a quick cafeteria run was a school-wide murderous rampage and then loudly announcing one's self?
Like saying, "Do you want to be eaten? Move."
He manages to get away with a hefty tray of just about everything he can fit on it. He snags a fair table in the corner full of empty seats and gnaws on various pieces of his bounty as he reads through an old musty book on daemonology.
Without looking up he says, "Seat's not taken but there's a fee. Pay up one bit of food and the chair's yours."
c - Not Sulking
There are still marks in the wall from where he dragged his claws. His curiosity almost gets the best of him in having him check if that girl's door is still in pieces. He resists.
He collapses back on a couch in floor three's common room and removes the sunglasses at last. It's only evident then that he hasn't slept. He's not sleeping now, instead flicking through his school-gifted phone to turn on an old classic.
d - Hide Out
The library is a haunt of his. Sure it means running into people but they were all here under the mutual agreement to leave each other alone. And he could read as much as he liked.
Unfortunately, it doesn't mean he can simply not sense the fear off the nearby soul. They're hiding, tucked behind a bookcase and trying not to be heard. He doesn't have to guess why.
He growls to himself and speaks up, "You want to run for it, then run! Literally nothing's stopping you and I'm not interested in chasing."
The student peeks out, an interesting pink as embarassment-red wars with pale-faced-fear. They flinch when they catch his glance and quickly run off.
"Chh." He settles into a seat and pulls up a book, though it's questionable whether he's reading or just glaring at pages.
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And true to his word, his eyes fix on that sandwich. He holds out a hand.
"It'll do, pay up."
The moment it's in his hands he turns it toward himself, taking an inelegant chomp.
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And someone would take an exception to Grimm being eaten. But the Troupe Master sounds nothing but amused as he hands over the sandwich and takes a seat.
His own food tray is not as packed as Zan's, but it's pretty obvious someone likes spicy food. Which in turn probably doesn't explain the egg sandwich. Or the hot sauce.
(Grimm's taste buds when it comes to spicy food is...odd.)
"But in a way, not being picky is good. There are many things you can try."
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He does indeed notice the amount of spicy food there. Not a problem. It just so happens he's quite a fan of spice. And chocolate.
Of course, that doesn't mean the hot sauce on the egg salad doesn't make him blink a little and peer between the bread slices. Who puts hot sauce on... well okay. He takes another bite and swallows it down. Then he brightens.
"Yes! Exactly! Even if something is horrendously bad, it's a new experience! You get it."
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Speaking of, he takes a bite of rice before adding some more sauce into it and mixing it with the chicken. Not hot enough.
And Grimm has to agree with Zan. "Indeed. I do not strictly need to eat but then I would not experience all the kinds of food humanity and those of the Outlands have created over the ages, and why would I do that?"
That creativity was wonderful to experience and even if there were foods he didn't like, Grimm had to admire the love that went into it.
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"You don't need to eat? Huh," He hums. "Haven't tested out the theory on whether I do or not, personally, but I'm not really interested in finding out."
As evidenced by his tray. He already feels like he's starving as it is. Why risk feeling all the other effects?
"What kind of culinary creation goes on in the Outlands anyway? Stewed souls? Deep-fried limbs?" He's been out there, but not for long, and the place he went was mostly desolate.
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He still needed to drink but privately Grimm feels limiting himself to blood just...takes something out of his life. Many vampires attempted to discard everything about who they once were before being embraced, feel it to be lesser now, but Grimm held onto it. A long time ago he was a human named Alderic Lavoie and that person has not left.
He just got more dramatic.
Besides, food just simply tasted good. He hums in thought. "I had a wonderfully deep-fried kraken the last time I visited and a friend introduced me to certain types of chocolate-covered bugs. She preferred them alive but I was not to fond of food I had to run after."
Grimm's totally serious. He loved the members of his Troupe but some of them were certainly...unique.
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"Deep-fried Kraken! You're screwing with me. I want proof. Preferably on my plate." It sounds hysterical and delicious. He snickers.
"I'll try the chocolate bugs too, though you've got to admit, it can't be that much harder to catch them alive than say... a Kraken." Or a human. But the former is funnier.
Not that he's afraid of touching the more loaded topic.
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"I am not. It was delicious." A little chewy and it kept twitching about an hour after it died, but it was worth it.
"I think most things about to be eaten tend to be harder to catch." He shrugs. "But my friend tends to be nothing if not persuasive."
Which is a loaded topic all on its own.
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"Persuasive. That's an interesting word choice," He muses, grin pulling and brow lifting. There were a lot of different ways that could be. Somehow he doubts actual verbal persuasion is the real key to it.
"Must be some friend to hook you up with something like that." An Outland friend who hunts the big and small alike. Curious.
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And Zan is correct when he thinks it is not verbal persuasion. Sure she could talk it out but it would not be the person he brought into the Troupe. For all the eccentric natures of those in the Troupe, he loved them for who they were.
"You meet many people when you travel like I do." Although there is less of that lately due to Grimm's duties in Daybreak. "And the food that comes with it."
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Traveling around wasn't something he'd really thought about. Even separate from Ichigo, far more interested in newer experience, he didn't consider himself touristy. But, as long as he was separate, once he was done with Nightfall and this place and her, it was probably the shape of his future.
"And how does someone like you travel?" He asks. "Can't be the traditional way. As funny as a first-class flight to the Outlands would be."