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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!?
Staffroom
[ The reassurance prompts him to meet Sano's eye again, and he nods after a beat. ]
There are few men I've met who would be so accepting and understanding. You really are a good man, Sano.
Staffroom
Don’t mention it. Maybe because I know how it is to not be accepted and not be understood.
[He says averting his gaze to the fireplace, thinking of his mother and of Christmas, or of his entire life, really.]
Life’s too short to spend it on hatred and prejudice.
Staffroom
[ No, he can't fully agree with Sano's last statement. Not just because he is ageless, but... There is someone he can't forgive or let go of his hatred for.
He watches Sano then, frowning a little because it appears as if something is on his mind... Still, at the moment it's not in him to pry. ]
I'm not keeping you from anything?
Staffroom
From a human standpoint anyway.
[He says with a smile, shaking his head at the question.]
I couldn't sleep, so I was taking a walk when I found you.
[The shock had kept hi up, but now that it's ebbed away, he can feel the tiredness return and sleep creep up into his eyes. A glance at the clock tells him the time and he thinks he really needs to go to bed.]
I should go back to sleep. Got early classes tomorrow. Wouldn't do if the teacher overslept his own class.
Staffroom
[ He gets to his feet then, stretching once he has. It feels like everything's back to normal, save for feeling considerably weaker than before... Still, with a little caution, it shouldn't be a problem. ]
I should return to my own duties, in the meantime. Thank you once more, Sano.
Staffroom
Just don’t fall into the lake again. And make sure Kotaro is on time for the early class.
[He yawns, stretching much like a lazy cat. Laying a hand on Jirou’s shoulder, he gives his friend a smile.]
Good night, Jirou.
Staffroom
[ Once more he flashes a smile at Sano, more genuine than any he had previously towards him. Of course making sure Kotaro was up and ready for class on time was a given, but not falling into the lake again... He still has to get the boat back.
Hopefully, the giant squid won't get too curious during the late night again. ]