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

[aceofspades]

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.

Comments

[aceofspades]

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.

[bitofafiction]

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

[aceofspades]

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.

[bitofafiction]

"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.