[Char is — at least by outward appearances — fine. Immaculate, even. A turtleneck beneath a blazer, pressed black slacks, shoes polished to a shine— the picture of a composed professor. He carries himself the same way he always does, though lately he hasn't felt quite so generous with his lessons.
Perhaps yesterday's gossip still lingers in the back of his mind, needling him. Perhaps he's already made peace with it. Either guess would be valid with how little he outwardly gives away. He slips into the infirmary cleanly, intent on settling in for the evening, only to find he isn't alone.
He halts, staring Solomon down in silence for a few long seconds. Then, unhurried, he shuts the door behind him and saunters further inside, claiming the space as his own.]
Good evening, Solomon. What brings you here at this hour?
[Not overly warm, not cold. Simply fine. And perhaps, by the moment, even better.]
[It's incredibly warm in here. Solomon is not sure why he didn't think a little harder about this fact.
But he's seated on the floor about halfway the length back from the door, his normal pinstripe suit jacket tossed to the side and the sleeves of his own black turtleneck rolled up, exposing the seals underneath as he distractedly stares down at his phone screen. Given the dazed and slow reaction time he has to the announcement of his name across the room, he is not having a good time with the temperature.
Still, he's straightening up with a very cautious smile at seeing he has company. Nishi... goodness, it had been almost a week since Solomon had even seen the man for more than a few moments at a time, like some sort of shadow flitting around the school.]
Ah, Danya. You're looking calmer than the last time we spoke.
[Another glance at his phone. Ah, there it goes. The cell snaps shut, even as pushes up to his feet and reaches into his pocket for a small jar of something that glints gold under the infirmary lights.]
[Char nearly catches himself smiling. Looking calmer... right. He'd given Solomon too much credit for his wisdom. Correcting him would serve no purpose, so he doesn't. He simply steps away from the door as instructed.
The heat of the room doesn't trouble him— he's endured far worse. It won't make for a comfortable night's sleep, but he didn’t come here seeking comfort anyway.]
Is this far enough from the door?
[He's given it a wide berth, strolling unhurriedly to the other side of the room. He doesn't trust Solomon— never has, so it's best to leave nothing to chance.]
Yes. If this is anything like the previous week, the doors should now be locked.
[He strolls right up the doors to test that fact - yep, not budging, surprise!!!!!!! With a twist of the cap, Solomon opens the container with him - a glitter jar, more than likely from the art room, that's laid out carefully at the opening swing of the doors and going out to the doorframe as much as he's able.]
Leave that undisturbed, would you? [Said as he attempts to brush stray glitter off his pantlegs and fingertips.] I figured it would be worth a shot.
[Glitter? Really? Well, that's one way to identify a culprit, should they be foolish enough to step into the infirmary. Char can't fault Solomon's logic, but he can certainly laugh at him.
He doesn't sit just yet, leaned against the wall opposite the door, working his blazer loose one button at a time. The garment is folded with meticulous care and set aside. His sleeves roll to the elbow, though the helmet and mask remain firmly in place.]
Better than flailing in the dark against an unseen assailant. That said, after last week... neither of us has the wherewithal to mount much of a defense if trouble comes knocking.
[Now he laughs in earnest, the vulgar peals of his mean streak echoing off the infirmary walls.]
I never said I'd offer you my protection. It's every man for themselves here, isn't it? Besides, I can't imagine you crawling on hands and knees to me begging for protection after what happened last time.
[Solomon is stubborn. Strong. If he hadn't been nerfed by this place, he'd be a fearsome opponent. But here, they are only men. No powers, no magic, no instinctive understanding on sight. A shame, really.
Char produces a small sachet from his pocket, setting it beside him with deliberate care before crossing one leg over the other. His arms fold neatly in his lap, the picture of self-possession.]
Now— don't mind me. I intend to make use of this space however I please. Should I become an impediment to you, well... you'll simply have to learn to cope.
He halts in whatever he's looking for, a brow raised in Nishi's direction as he lowers himself cross-legged. Casual, unbothered, across from Nishi's sudden burst of confidence.]
...If you wish to do something reckless, then I'm sure I'm in no position to tell you no.
[He just sighs as he watches it happen. This is going to be a long hour...]
More that I'm aware what happened the last time we were locked away like this, and wouldn't want to be testing something that could alter my perceptions.
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WEEK TWO - CURFEW
Perhaps yesterday's gossip still lingers in the back of his mind, needling him. Perhaps he's already made peace with it. Either guess would be valid with how little he outwardly gives away. He slips into the infirmary cleanly, intent on settling in for the evening, only to find he isn't alone.
He halts, staring Solomon down in silence for a few long seconds. Then, unhurried, he shuts the door behind him and saunters further inside, claiming the space as his own.]
Good evening, Solomon. What brings you here at this hour?
[Not overly warm, not cold. Simply fine. And perhaps, by the moment, even better.]
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But he's seated on the floor about halfway the length back from the door, his normal pinstripe suit jacket tossed to the side and the sleeves of his own black turtleneck rolled up, exposing the seals underneath as he distractedly stares down at his phone screen. Given the dazed and slow reaction time he has to the announcement of his name across the room, he is not having a good time with the temperature.
Still, he's straightening up with a very cautious smile at seeing he has company. Nishi... goodness, it had been almost a week since Solomon had even seen the man for more than a few moments at a time, like some sort of shadow flitting around the school.]
Ah, Danya. You're looking calmer than the last time we spoke.
[Another glance at his phone. Ah, there it goes. The cell snaps shut, even as pushes up to his feet and reaches into his pocket for a small jar of something that glints gold under the infirmary lights.]
Step away from the door, please.
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The heat of the room doesn't trouble him— he's endured far worse. It won't make for a comfortable night's sleep, but he didn’t come here seeking comfort anyway.]
Is this far enough from the door?
[He's given it a wide berth, strolling unhurriedly to the other side of the room. He doesn't trust Solomon— never has, so it's best to leave nothing to chance.]
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[He strolls right up the doors to test that fact - yep, not budging, surprise!!!!!!! With a twist of the cap, Solomon opens the container with him - a glitter jar, more than likely from the art room, that's laid out carefully at the opening swing of the doors and going out to the doorframe as much as he's able.]
Leave that undisturbed, would you? [Said as he attempts to brush stray glitter off his pantlegs and fingertips.] I figured it would be worth a shot.
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[Glitter? Really? Well, that's one way to identify a culprit, should they be foolish enough to step into the infirmary. Char can't fault Solomon's logic, but he can certainly laugh at him.
He doesn't sit just yet, leaned against the wall opposite the door, working his blazer loose one button at a time. The garment is folded with meticulous care and set aside. His sleeves roll to the elbow, though the helmet and mask remain firmly in place.]
Better than flailing in the dark against an unseen assailant. That said, after last week... neither of us has the wherewithal to mount much of a defense if trouble comes knocking.
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[The empty jar is pocketed as he stretches his arms overtop his head with a hum.]
I'd say that you'll manage fine enough. Give yourself more credit.
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And you, Solomon? Don't tell me you'll need defending.
[Does he expect that Char would expend that mind of energy for him, if push came to shove?]
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[His face is still marred from the beating he got. Ironic, asking something like that when the man knows he can beat Solomon senseless.]
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I never said I'd offer you my protection. It's every man for themselves here, isn't it? Besides, I can't imagine you crawling on hands and knees to me begging for protection after what happened last time.
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[He rolls his eyes a little, before making his way back over to his original spot next to the floor, rummaging through his jacket.]
Worry about yourself, Danya. I will manage.
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[Solomon is stubborn. Strong. If he hadn't been nerfed by this place, he'd be a fearsome opponent. But here, they are only men. No powers, no magic, no instinctive understanding on sight. A shame, really.
Char produces a small sachet from his pocket, setting it beside him with deliberate care before crossing one leg over the other. His arms fold neatly in his lap, the picture of self-possession.]
Now— don't mind me. I intend to make use of this space however I please. Should I become an impediment to you, well... you'll simply have to learn to cope.
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He halts in whatever he's looking for, a brow raised in Nishi's direction as he lowers himself cross-legged. Casual, unbothered, across from Nishi's sudden burst of confidence.]
...If you wish to do something reckless, then I'm sure I'm in no position to tell you no.
But I don't see why you would want to.
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[No, no. This is a controlled environment— locked doors, sealed windows. It's just Char, Solomon, and the drug he's brought along for the ride.
He lazily frees a hand, teasing along the paper wrapping without breaking it open.]
Not that it really matters, but tell me: why should I think twice, Solomon?
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This seems so strange. Such a mood swing, yet again, from the panicked Nishi at the graves, from the furious Danya at his throat.]
It depends.
What do you intend to do with that?
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I intend to take it, obviously. There's enough to spare for two if you care to join me.
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As much as I love a little bit of curiosity, this hardly seems the time or place.
Do you even know what it is you have?
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Are you really a stickler for the rules? I didn't take you for such a prude. But if you won't join me, suit yourself.
[Char deliberately ignores Solomon's question and tears into the packet, placing a tab of something on his tongue.]
You love sticking your nose in other people's business, so try not to complain too much. I'm conducting valuable research.
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More that I'm aware what happened the last time we were locked away like this, and wouldn't want to be testing something that could alter my perceptions.
What if you were to be attacked in such a state?
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Well then, isn't it good I've got you to keep watch for me? If I were to be attacked in such a state, I could reasonably point to you as the culprit.
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I only meant, what reason would I have to attack you?
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[lmaoooooo]
But I wouldn't, if I were you.
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If anything, I'm concerned about what in the world you've even been getting up to.
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Concerned for your own sake? That would make sense, but if you're that leery of me, why haven't you done something about it?
[Like try to kill him, or at the least, make him a less credible threat through some other means?]
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