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imperturbatus2016-01-31 09:18 pm
ginto) wrote in imperturbatus2016-01-31 09:18 pm
2nd Full Moon
Prelude, The Lake, Late Night
[ Jiro was beginning to have a strong dislike for the creatures on the grounds, or at least those on the lake.
It had been a routine inspection. He was checking the grounds, making sure that everything was safe for the school from all accounts. It was one of his duties. However, part of it unfortunately involved going across the lake by boat... That, perhaps, was his mistake.
Maybe some of the people awake would have heard the startled yelp and the following splash of something falling into the water. One of the boats was then capsized and floating upside-down in the middle of the lake, with a violent pool of bubbles breaking the otherwise calm surface water.
It took some time before the red-clad man emerged, walking out of the water to the shore with steam rolling off of his body in the cold night air. He collapsed in the snow, resting a bit and, should someone move the hat on his head, they would see nothing but his hair and bones. However, he didn't intend to linger, and as soon as he had the strength he limped back towards the castle.
Perhaps, in the morning, there would be rumor of a walking skeleton on the grounds. Hopefully, it would remain only a rumor. ]
Inside the Castle, An Hour Later
[ He was shivering, weak, and exhausted by the time he re-entered the castle. The steam coming off of him had stopped by then, leaving Jiro soaking wet and walking slow, back towards the staffroom. There were spare robes he could change into there, ones that were warm and dry. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he could begin to feel like himself again, and work on a slow process of regaining his strength.
It was never so simple, and the sound of footsteps immediately had him on edge, nearly snarling at the source before remembering himself. Still, there was something in his tone that betrayed his agitation when he spoke. ]
Who's there!?
[ Jiro was beginning to have a strong dislike for the creatures on the grounds, or at least those on the lake.
It had been a routine inspection. He was checking the grounds, making sure that everything was safe for the school from all accounts. It was one of his duties. However, part of it unfortunately involved going across the lake by boat... That, perhaps, was his mistake.
Maybe some of the people awake would have heard the startled yelp and the following splash of something falling into the water. One of the boats was then capsized and floating upside-down in the middle of the lake, with a violent pool of bubbles breaking the otherwise calm surface water.
It took some time before the red-clad man emerged, walking out of the water to the shore with steam rolling off of his body in the cold night air. He collapsed in the snow, resting a bit and, should someone move the hat on his head, they would see nothing but his hair and bones. However, he didn't intend to linger, and as soon as he had the strength he limped back towards the castle.
Perhaps, in the morning, there would be rumor of a walking skeleton on the grounds. Hopefully, it would remain only a rumor. ]
Inside the Castle, An Hour Later
[ He was shivering, weak, and exhausted by the time he re-entered the castle. The steam coming off of him had stopped by then, leaving Jiro soaking wet and walking slow, back towards the staffroom. There were spare robes he could change into there, ones that were warm and dry. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he could begin to feel like himself again, and work on a slow process of regaining his strength.
It was never so simple, and the sound of footsteps immediately had him on edge, nearly snarling at the source before remembering himself. Still, there was something in his tone that betrayed his agitation when he spoke. ]
Who's there!?
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Jiro is still for a solid minute longer before he finally moved, his skin beginning to regenerate around the moving bones as he meets Kotaro's eye, breathing ragged and tired. ]
Kotaro...?
[ That's a sigh from him. Right now he's too tired to be too cross, especially with the impromptu bath he just took. ]
You really shouldn't be out right now...
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But I missed you at dinner and I need to talk to you.
[He's going to actually ask for permission and then do something that he probably shouldn't.]
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What is it?
[ Hopefully not something silly like asking for more cake, but he had to have more faith in Kotaro than that. ]
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[He already forgot the name of the sport.]
Sano said it was okay.
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[ Hm. He frowns thoughtfully while getting to his feet, clearly unsteady but at least staying up for the moment. ]
He said he would teach you how to play?
[ Well, it is Sano, someone he knows wouldn't let Kotaro be hurt at all if he could help it... He wouldn't let any of the students be hurt. It takes Jiro a moment before he comes to an answer, because as much as he doesn't want to put Kotaro in danger... Quidditch is safe enough for him. ]
I see no reason why not.
[ It's also a way to keep Kotaro from getting into mischief, so there is that too. ]
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REALLY! You mean it!
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<small[He'll totally run right off to bed now.]
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Well, Jiro can't be too sore at him over it. At least he's going to bed. ]