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Characters: Yomiel, anyone
Format: Any
This log is: open
Location: Conquest courtyard
Summary: Yomiel finally shows.

There's someone standing almost casually on the edge of the courtyard, hands in pockets, rucksack over shoulder, and - observing. He's been keeping out of sight for the past few days, trying to find an easy way out of here - flipping through the handbook in that rucksack had been all the evidence he needed to decide he didn't want to stay. But he hadn't been able to find one, of course. So it looked like he was going to have to follow the rules here - at least for the moment.
He hadn't been teaching any classes for the past few days, obviously, and he very probably was going to be punished for that, but he didn't care too much. Couldn't do much to a corpse. No, first things first - limitations were annoying, so he needed to find a Player for - next time, perhaps, he wasn't sure of the time - even if he wasn't too fond of the idea. And see who else was here and if he could use them in any way.

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"No, it... wouldn't be worth it. On a lot of levels." Apollo shakes his head at that, at a loss when it comes to explaining why. Despite all the fighting and other crazy things going on here, no one was actually being hurt by being trapped like this. So hurting someone else to try to get home ... that just wasn't right, not to mention how underhanded the use of poison was. It amazed him that Yomiel could talk about it that way.

"You're sure a paragon of responsibility, aren't you?" Apollo said it with a mutter, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I'm not actually sure what the punishments entail, so all I can say is ... good luck."

"Not worth it? When they've kidnapped everyone here, dragged us to fight for their own amusement, and punish at their own leisure if we don't do well enough?" He pauses, then shrugs and adds, "If you say so."

"Yeah, yeah." His tone is just as dismissive now. "I'd be surprised if anyone expected me to just cooperate right after getting off the train. I'll see what I can do about teaching from now on."

...right, he's found out what he needs - simple enough - so he might as well go now. A bit abruptly - "...thanks anyway. See you." - followed by a two-fingered salute. He stops for just a minute before leaving to tack on a last, "Oh, right. And if you see a cat with a red handkerchief 'round its neck, mind bringing it to me? Don't think he's here but if he is I don't want those headmistresses getting their hands on him."

"Yes, I do say so," Apollo replied stubbornly. "It could be a lot worse." And talking to Yomiel had helped put that into perspective - as badly as Apollo wanted to go home, he wouldn't ever take it to the level of hurting someone else to do it. If there was more than one solution to every problem, then there could be more than two, or three... it was just a matter of finding a better way.

He couldn't say he was very sorry to see Yomiel go, not with how the guy nearly gave him the creeps. "Sure, maybe I'll see you around the teacher's lounge. But..." And then Apollo trailed off, furrowing his brow as he gave Yomiel a questioning look. The majority of what he'd said had been loud and clear, except for one thing. "... What's a 'cat' supposed to be?"

"As long as you're fine with just sitting around and waiting for it to get worse." Eh. Yomiel might as well go find out more about these towers later too. Though he's not too confident that this 'puzzle' will let anyone out, taking a look at it might reveal more about those behind it.

"A cat?" Yomiel actually turns his head back over his shoulder to give Apollo what would be a very odd look without the shades. "...small animal? Pointy ears, usually long tail, short- or long-furred depending, notorious for catching pests? Don't tell me you've never seen one."

"Hey! I'm not going to sit around. I can find methods that don't involve hurting someone, that's all." That statement of his is enough to make Apollo a little huffy, and he crosses his arms over his chest, eying Yomiel all the more doubtfully after that explanation.

"That's it? I..." He pauses to reach up and rub at his forehead, feeling a sudden headache coming on. "I don't... think so? It's not ringing any bells."

"Let me know if you can think of any 'methods' that don't." Yomiel sounds almost amused again now. Which probably isn't going to help Apollo's opinion of him any, but just that idea is so - laughable. If they were taken here by force, that's the only way they'll get out. Besides - as long as it wasn't permanent harm, did it matter that much?

That strange look only intensifies, but he's not going to bother continuing to question the other. No matter how strange it is not to have ever seen a cat. "...right. Long tail, short-furred, pointy ears, handkerchief around neck. If you see anything like that - ...I would be very grateful if you got him back to me." Hard to admit as that is.

"Yeah, sure I will." His reply is a touch sarcastic, but he's also getting distracted by the growing headache he's got. Apollo's trying to pay attention to what Yomiel's saying about the 'cat', but the knowledge keeps slipping out of his head nearly as soon as he's heard it.

"... I'll let you know if I see it." Though at this point, all he can properly remember was the part about something having a red handkerchief. Wouldn't it be easier for him to get another one at the store? Oh well, at least that should be easy to spot. "Good luck with whatever they end up doing to you."

With that, Apollo turned and made his way to the Red dorm, rubbing at his forehead once more.