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daybreakacademy2019-10-03 08:16 am
aibolition) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-03 08:16 am
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.
no subject
(Why does that thought scare him so much? He doesn't know. He doesn't understand. It was the same with the Wild Hunt, that scarlet moon.)
But then Zangetsu shows him the sword, and his thinking grinds to a halt.
He reaches out for the sword almost as if he's in a trance before suddenly pausing, refocusing, like he's woken up from some brief dream.
"That's so cool! Is it a physical thing? Does it go somewhere? Or is it just made from magic and you can just summon it?"
no subject
But out here, where it's a school full of people who know nothing about him or where he came from to the point they don't even care there's nothing to stop him. So in a rare move, he decides to actually to the truth. Part of it.
He grins and lifts his other hand up, laying the flat of the blade upon his palm. He doesn't even stop the kid from reaching out, though it's for the best they stopped themselves or this might have become awkward.
"Is all of the above an appropriate answer?" He snickers. Then, in a quieter voice, with a reverential sort of pride, he says, "This... is me." He turns the blade over. "One of the forms I have that is." Just like that, it starts to dissolve, little flakes of white that fall away, patch, and vanish on his arms.