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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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I'd been under the impression that they're all pretty much neutered. Have sworn off eating anybody and so on. The school board wouldn't like their human students getting eaten left and right, you'd think.
[ She sits down at the corner table and immediately begins digging into these potatoes at a remarkable speed. ]
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I don't think you're wrong there. I'm sure there are a good few cases who actually believe in reform. But the way I see it, a rule applies as long as you want it to. You have to weigh the pros and cons. If I say I'm not eating anyone at the moment, then I'm following the rule according to them and no one acts until I decide to change my mind. If and when I choose to change my mind, the agreement is null and they can get as mad as they like. But there are other places to hunt.
It's also worth considering that this place is pretty desperate for people who can stop Nightfall. I hardly even needed to dress up an offer. They'll take any bastard who can save them. Probably turn on them when it's over too.
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And just like that, they're starting to amass time bomb after time bomb in one single place. All that holds it together is a thin tie. 'We all don't want to die in Nightfall'. That's all it is. Even though anyone can start thinking that the old folks are doing it all wrong at any time - and then there's carnage. They don't want this to be true, they don't want us to think that it is true. Pitiful lies.
Even I could start eating people. It's nothing but a matter of wanting to do it.
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Oh, I'm glad I didn't kill you. You're way more interesting alive.
[It's a higher compliment than he usually gives. Ever.]
I'm not going to be the first bomb going off but I'm very interested in seeing what happens when the first one sets them all off. My bet? We'll beat Nightfall first. I have no intention of losing. But afterwords, all these paper thin alliances... they're all going to up in flames. It's going to be a madhouse in here. I can't wait.
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And also about these potatoes that she keeps munching on and hardly finished swallowing in time to respond. ]
I don't have any bets on Nightfall yet - they made me live a 'normal life' before this summer, so my information is simply not as complete as I'd like for it to be.
But I like your thought. I don't really want mankind to go down in a self-professedly glorious last stand. Seeing them understand their shortcomings and greed sounds so much better.
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Watching the pride of someone from any given species blow up in their face is probably one of my top ten past times.
[Human, daemon, all those bits in between. But for now he's raising a brow at her.]
What the heck is "making you live a normal life" supposed to mean? They fish you out of the abyss and say, hey, go play on the swings while mommy and daddy fight in the background?
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You're astoundingly on the mark here. They rescued me from the Outlands when I was 8 and tried to re-integrate me into human society by giving me to an adoptive family. All normal humans.
[ It's not a story she's really told freely before. There's a lot of details she'd rather not speak about at all, still. However, in the context of where she is now, it's easier to say. Not 'easy', it would never be that. But easier. It's a story among many now, not a sobstory that requires disproportionate amounts of pity.
Miach shrugs it off. ]
All the reading I could do on magic was filtered through mundane libraries. I've got some catch-up to do.
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[And yet the wry tone and rueful look tell that he knows very well she's not.]
It's almost like shoving overwhelmingly weird kids into playing pretend-normal for years is a stupid idea! Who'd have thought?
[He looks up, head shaking, and if he weren't wearing sunglasses she'd see his black eyes rolling. He plucks up a few pieces of food and catches them in his teeth.]
Well, good news, there seems to be a lot of that going around so it's not as though it's going to be super noticeable. Let me know if you find anything good in this library. They've got enough on the shelves that I might not be able to read through it all and I'd rather get to the good ones.
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[ She's vehemently denied book recommendations to Ana only days prior, but Zangetsu's shaping up to be a person who is fun to be around. People who are fun to be around are eligible for infodumping. ]
Even mundane libraries and legally questionable online stores do have a fair bit about real magic though. I'd like to think I've gotten fairly good at filtering relevant content out quickly.
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He lifts a brow.]
Really? Some "veil", huh?
It reminds me of this guy I met. Total dumbass, made himself a tv show hero for little kids. I was sure he was an absolute charlatan but once I had the misfortunate of meeting him, turns out, nope, the real deal. I can only guess he's been left alone by secrecy enforcers because his pathetic excuse for powers were so stunningly weak.
Everything the normals are allowed to see is either going to be over the top or some watered down bullshit, no in-between.
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[ Why's a 15 year old even looking for black market goods...? The answer is genuinely just one thing: curiosity. Her adoptive family had done an exceptionally poor job of keeping Miach in check or even knowing anything about her at all. ]
But incidents like your TV fool just prove that even when faced with magic, ordinary people choose to rationalize it away until they absolutely can't anymore. Kant's self-incurred tutelage, really.
[ She pauses here, feeling like she should probably clarify something. ]
But make no mistake, when it comes merely to physical definitions, I am just as ordinary as anyone. I just got unlucky.
[ And to anyone with regular perception, she does appear to be simply a human girl. Even for those who can sense Outlands creatures, she might be a little faint to sense.... and thus she's lived her life completely oblivious to her heritage. ]
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[He's never looked on the black market and wouldn't know where to begin looking, but he sure can guess.
Not so much a guess on the unlucky part though. His brow lifts.]
What kind of unlucky? That tends to have a bit of a range out here.
[He had his own poor luck. But he also got power from it and that's something.
Of course, he doesn't really care if she's entirely ordinary either. Not for the moment.]
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[ She's grateful they did not take any of her memories, no matter how painful they were. The violation of letting this and everything be stripped from her still feels worse. her pain is her own and she'll keep it, thanks. ]
And that's why an ordinary girl like me would take interest in the supernatural. They had the audacity to be surprised, too.
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It's almost like trying to shove people back in a corner when their usefulness runs out isn't the smartest method.
[And yet it was done, time and time again. But that's not the most pressing thing.]
The ones that took you out there. Are they dead?
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[ That might even be worth it just to make them uncomfortable, but the effort is still far too great to even consider. ]
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I go through the Outlands now and again. Perhaps if I ever run into them and I can leave a message.
[With his sword.]
Unless you've called dibs of course.
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Knock yourself out. Something tells me you'd have a lot of fun.
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He lifts a hand up and twirls it idly in the air, drawing some kind of energy to his hand that forms the ghosts of a great cleaver before he disperses it.]
It's what I live for.