rakuen | one; in which a carapaced monster observes. [OPEN]

Characters: Jack Noir, Open!
Format: [Action]/Prose/2nd person MSPA-style: specify preferred style in subject!
This log is: open
Location: Anywhere on campus! Just specify a location and Jack will make his way over there.
Summary: A somewhat displeased new arrival explores the premises.
Warnings: Language, unquestionably. Violent thoughts, possibly. BE WARNED.

Someone was going to pay for this.

As for who exactly would be paying, well, Jack had long since stopped focusing on that. Details, details. The particulars of retribution could always be adjusted later, and really, for the moment "everyone in sight" seemed a good enough target. Hell, why restrict himself? Everyone in this goddamn place was going to die by his hand. Sometime. As soon as he found a weapon - no, as soon as he found his weapon (Cú Chulainn, a forgotten voice whispers, and Jack forces it out of his mind) - there would be blood.

Ideally, by that point, he'd also have some other things back. Like the strength and speed he was accustomed to. And flight. Truth be told, he wanted that back almost as much as the sword. Cú Chulainn, the voice insistently whispered once more, to which Jack responded in no uncertain terms that if it wanted to get all cocky like that the next time he saw it there'd be a hand through its throat. It didn't respond - Jack took this to be a small victory.

However, the ruin of this little haven could wait for now, as sick as the pretty little place made him. Hell, even the death of the peons standing in his way would just have to be put aside for now. Civility had its uses, here, and if nothing else years of working as Derse's Archagent made him eminently qualified to be its sole ambassador. So, for now, he was stalking about the campus, memorizing every detail of every location (it paid to be informed, after all) before briskly moving to the next.

He would find what there was to know in this place. He would rise to the top of this stupid system. And whenever the chance presented itself, he would shatter it.

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After a while, Jack might notice that he himself is under close observation.

Sherlock is very subtle, and it could be a coincidence that he has gone everywhere Jack has gone for the last few minutes, but the odds of that decrease with every passing second.

He is being watched.

At first, he doesn't notice a thing. However, his title of Archagent was not merely for show, and a lifetime of observation, always watching through his three fenestrated walls (why not a fourth? He's honestly unsure) has provided him with a sharp sense of sight and a sharper sense of paranoia. Within the first two or three minutes, he's noticed that a certain human keeps showing up. Another minute lets him narrow down whether the follower is simply walking down his (still unchanged) path or whether he is following him, and after that barely a minute passes before he's scoped out the follower completely.

He takes no immediate action with this knowledge. Like the vast majority of the place's inhabitants, he looks to be human, more similar in build to the guardians than the children of the species. Doesn't look particularly threatening, physically. His interest in the human ends there.

He continues to walk for a few seconds more. If the human knows he's been discovered, good for him. If he doesn't, then he's more of an idiot than Jack expected. The Dersite finally stops, seeing nobody else within earshot, and glares at Holmes.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" His voice is gritty and low, towards the high baritone range but seeming to be much deeper. He keeps his tone neutral - after all, this is a new situation entirely, and while the swift murder of the idiot might be temporarily satisfying it does very little to help him in the long run.

"Following you," he answers, unruffled. "You seem to have had much the same idea about examining the grounds that I did when I first arrived, and I was curious."

At least he's honest. A little suicidal, but hey, just makes Jack's job easier in the long run.

"Course I did. It's the obvious goddamn course of action. You'd have to be dense to not look around the place." His eye narrows, his wings tightening inward slightly.

"And yet, it seems we are the only ones who have done it so soon and so thoroughly."

Now that is helpful to know. Jack's eyes remain narrowed, his stiff stance not changing one bit, but his next question has a tinge of curiosity present.

"This place's new, then. You got a head count?"

It's a little odd, how easily he's falling back into his more bureaucratic job. Old habits die hard, he supposes.

"Thirty-two so-called students currently enrolled, including yourself. Two receptionists, one librarian, and assorted other staff of whom I have personally encountered only the cafeteria lady and various persons in charge of denying privileges to Weapons."

He doesn't have to search his memory to come up with the count; it is immediately accessible, obviously something he keeps careful track of.

She had noticed the... thing by the place people arrived by, had followed a bit but kept to any trees, and was now glaring at him from a tree behind the closed building. There had been one woman who smelled off, most others here seemed normal enough for humans. But this one...

"You stink," Huashi stated with another good stare from her perch, tail curled around the branch; it was more said to confirm this vocally to herself, rather than for him to hear it. She wasn't sure he was close enough to hear.

one; in which a carapaced monster observes. [OPEN]

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