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Post by Mesmere on Nov 11, 2009 23:53:40 GMT -5
Hallways were still ever warming against the harsh frost of nature. The warmth had not been disturbed by a soul that wanders the premises. Cleared of students and trash. Time squandered away. It was not late per say as it was a busy day. It appeared none had time to be located in this hall versus a dorm room or a classroom.
None of this applied to the maiden in the uniform of an obelisk known to be Mesmere.
Stealth held key however unnecessary a key would be. The regal girl navigated halls of rings to the infirmary. Entrance caused no trouble. Eyes of jade stone peered at the surroundings. Spacious yet nauseating from sense of illness. Walls of dull toned shade refused contrast of any furnishing. Quite orderly.
Upon further investigation none were present. Patience was required. The seat adjacent to the large desk near the entrance way currently occupied. The flames of wisdom banished comfort of fallen skies.
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Post by Zephyrus Dunavant on Nov 12, 2009 6:26:02 GMT -5
“Good evening, Mr. Nagato,” Zephyrus remarked with a charming bow of his head and tip of his hat. The restless assistant headmaster had made a few rounds across campus. Usually, he would have let some of the lower-ranking staff members do such a menial task, but Zephyrus had noticed that, instead of wishing to unwind, he had an indisposition that made it difficult for him for his usual slate of simply reclining behind his desk to read a good book. In fact, his legs felt restless, his energy was abundant, and there was a unique, wraithlike spring to his graceful step.
On the way through the main building, he had found Shinji, the school nurse that worked in the Academy infirmary, leaving the building. He knew that Shinji had his quirks, and he never questioned him whenever he chose to leave work at a later time. Most of the time, he would have never bothered to ask anyone. This ‘polite’ policy, nonetheless, did not stem from any exceptional bit of courtesy that the assistant headmaster have from his impeccable upbringing, but rather a Machiavellian level of detachment.
After all, there were a host of reasons that he—or any member of the academy staff, for that matter—would leave the academy offices late. Some of the professors may have prepared lecture plans, some of the staff members may have been filling out paperwork, some of the assistants may have been filing completed forms. Zephyrus figured that there were a million and one reasons for people to stay late at work, and just about a million of them were boring and completely unworthy of the breath it took to respond. With odds like that, he was better off not asking.
Yet, as he poked around near the infirmary, Zephyrus couldn’t help but feel a tinge of idle curiosity at what the medical staff was doing so late. He poked into the hospice, peeking inside the room and fully expecting it to be empty considering the nurse had just vacated the premises. Instead, a single girl sat inside the room, as if waiting for something. Regardless of whom, however, Zephyrus had an obligation to turn a student away from the medical center. Students weren’t supposed to be left alone there; it was simply an issue of legal liability.
“Excuse me, miss,” he spoke up as he entered the room, with an almost impossibly charming voice, “but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
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Post by Mesmere on Nov 14, 2009 19:35:08 GMT -5
Patience at another entrance. Vision clear through the stone gems sketched a man beyond a student’s age. The two did not appear dissimilar in certain respects to an degree. Complacent features lingered on the obelisk’s fair face. Motionless stillness in cushioned observation. Within the minute elapsed the girl rose with an identical fashion as she entered and conversely left, with an absence of sound and words. Further travel led to nowhere without nothing.
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