Ah...you think? [Seth pulls out hers, looking a bit surprised; cell phones actually don't exist where she's from, but then again, when psychics and holograms are a thing...well. There's kind of no need for them. She laughs a bit sheepishly.] Sorry, these are pretty new to me.
[But, she follows suit, frowning sharply when she sees the date: June 10.
Strange. Very strange. It was August the last time she checked; never mind that she's from years into the future relative to this time period (definitely pre-Armageddon) as is.
Slowly, she looks over at Iwaizumi, appearing both perplexed and suspicious.]
...June 10, same as yours. Which...can't be right.
They say first impressions usually last the longest...
[Seth snickers, heading over to the desk nearest to the vent with a random book she'd grabbed from a nearby shelf, and deliberately tilting herself toward it, creating the impression that she "tripped."]
---Uh-oh...!
[In "falling forward," however, Seth tosses the book up against the vent, to create the illusion that it's "flying" out of her hand in her fall. The vent falls open, with a fairly loud creak. Seth winks at Mitsuba as she's slouched over the desk, and looks to the rest of the class.
Nope, they've gone unnoticed. Seth immediately frowns, then looks to Mitsuba again.]
[And Seth snaps the picture, blinking in mild awe. It's true, though---this guy would put the equally tough-looking Baybars to shame, and Baybars was one of the most intimidating people she knew. Smiling, she saves the picture and shows it to Jade, so he can see for himself.]
Pretty impressive, if I say so myself! Something tells me no one would dare pick on a guy like you! [Seth laughs cheerfully---sure, her perkiness might be unusual to him and anyone else, but for her? It's a coping mechanism, and, believe it or not, she really needs her coping mechanisms right now.] In fact, I'm sure you could pick a bully right off their feet and stuff them inside one of these lockers. Sorry if I might've startled you---you seemed a little caught off-guard earlier... [She scratches her chin sheepishly.] ...I guess I got a little too excited about the camera.
Hm, perhaps. Although an evil genius tends to always have a plan. Someone with the devil's luck just so happens to stumble upon a good thing or conveniently manages to dodge a bullet. But...combine both, and you get a tyrant.
[...But could she be considered as such? She is a sole sovereign back home, and humans in the Empire are considered to be lower on the social ladder in comparison to the vampires. Still, the humans are far from being slaves, and coexistence is a reality.
Yet, is there such a thing as a "good" tyrant? She's...never given that much thought, and, unbeknownst to the boy in front of her, he has made her think.
She's not sure what to make of that, but it is, at the very least, interesting. He is interesting---because, really, who asks questions like that upon first meeting someone? He's either audacious, or clever.
Or both. Seth meets his gaze straight on, a playful, enigmatic little twinkle playing in her eyes.]
Well, then. In your survey, I might be part of the minority. My favorite subject is history---no one likes reminiscing upon the past nowadays, but personally? Life was a lot more interesting, long ago.
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iwaizumi | bulletin board
[But, she follows suit, frowning sharply when she sees the date: June 10.
Strange. Very strange. It was August the last time she checked; never mind that she's from years into the future relative to this time period (definitely pre-Armageddon) as is.
Slowly, she looks over at Iwaizumi, appearing both perplexed and suspicious.]
...June 10, same as yours. Which...can't be right.
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mitsuba | classroom 2-C
[Seth snickers, heading over to the desk nearest to the vent with a random book she'd grabbed from a nearby shelf, and deliberately tilting herself toward it, creating the impression that she "tripped."]
---Uh-oh...!
[In "falling forward," however, Seth tosses the book up against the vent, to create the illusion that it's "flying" out of her hand in her fall. The vent falls open, with a fairly loud creak. Seth winks at Mitsuba as she's slouched over the desk, and looks to the rest of the class.
Nope, they've gone unnoticed. Seth immediately frowns, then looks to Mitsuba again.]
Now's our chance, I guess!
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jade | lockers
[And Seth snaps the picture, blinking in mild awe. It's true, though---this guy would put the equally tough-looking Baybars to shame, and Baybars was one of the most intimidating people she knew. Smiling, she saves the picture and shows it to Jade, so he can see for himself.]
Pretty impressive, if I say so myself! Something tells me no one would dare pick on a guy like you! [Seth laughs cheerfully---sure, her perkiness might be unusual to him and anyone else, but for her? It's a coping mechanism, and, believe it or not, she really needs her coping mechanisms right now.] In fact, I'm sure you could pick a bully right off their feet and stuff them inside one of these lockers. Sorry if I might've startled you---you seemed a little caught off-guard earlier... [She scratches her chin sheepishly.] ...I guess I got a little too excited about the camera.
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[...But could she be considered as such? She is a sole sovereign back home, and humans in the Empire are considered to be lower on the social ladder in comparison to the vampires. Still, the humans are far from being slaves, and coexistence is a reality.
Yet, is there such a thing as a "good" tyrant? She's...never given that much thought, and, unbeknownst to the boy in front of her, he has made her think.
She's not sure what to make of that, but it is, at the very least, interesting. He is interesting---because, really, who asks questions like that upon first meeting someone? He's either audacious, or clever.
Or both. Seth meets his gaze straight on, a playful, enigmatic little twinkle playing in her eyes.]
Well, then. In your survey, I might be part of the minority. My favorite subject is history---no one likes reminiscing upon the past nowadays, but personally? Life was a lot more interesting, long ago.
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