Arrival of the White Knight

He had noticed the pretty-boy, white-haired kid on the way back. He had been visiting base, and was on his way back. The boy had all the makings of a hunter, minus an obvious weapon. Or at least, that Evan could see. He heard the announcement that they were at Syne, and smiled. He got up, garnering a few people’s attention. He was a pink-haired giant. He walked behind the kid, and when he looked back, when he thought he’d see the sun, he saw a pink haired giant. Evan smiled as he looked back, and cracked his muscles.

“You a hunter? I go to the academy. Name’s Evan”

He yawned. He was tired. This kid was the most interesting things on the flight there. It wouldn’t be put past him if the kid just left, but considering everything, he figured he might as well chat it up with the pretty- boy.

Azazel was wandering around still trying to find that damned wretch, Richard so he could exact his revenge on the damned Bear(OOC: Citation needed). Yet it would seem he was nowhere to be found. Azazel would be thrice damned before he let that scoundrel get away with what he did all that time ago. He deserved that coffee damnit! Before he could continue his musings, however, noticed a boy around his age, maybe a bit older, walking away from the airship landing pad. As he made his way towards him he saw a pink haired giant of a man walking up to the boy as well. What was his name again? Ewan? Ian? Ah Evan that was it. He heard the giant speak to the white haired boy, introducing himself. Thinking he should do the same he made his way over.

"And I'm Azazel. 2nd year. Nice to meet you. You wouldn't happen to have seen a kid our age with a chain scythe around here would you? That guy owes me big time..." Azazel introduce himself. As far as first impressions go he though that went pretty well.

Evan was all for imagery in stories, but this guy was a thoroughbred prince. Something, however, made him figure that he lacked the skill that Evan did. He learned the prince had a name. Alric. Sounds like a prince sort of name. He then heard something about a small bear, it sounded like someone he had seen. He didn’t know a name, but had seen someone of that descriptor around the school sleeping. Not that it bothered Evan, it seemed that Azazel had some stuff that he had to deal with, and most of which seemingly with the small bear. He looked at Azazel.

“Seen a person of that sorts around. Sleeping. Always sleeping.”

Evan cracked his neck, and then promptly scratched the back of his head, followed by a yawn. He had looks all the way, and was happy the prince wasn’t judging him based on his sheer size. He was overtly aware of stares. Everyone who stared knew he knew, and it certainly didn’t bother him so much as made him roll his eyes. There were bigger fishes.

Ok, now that really did it. Now Azazel was really mad. That damned thrice, no good, coffee hoarding ingrate did nothing but sit around and sleep all day?! That was unacceptable! In fact, Azazel had half a mind to just go out, find the little so and so, and teach him a lesson. But no, he wouldn't act up in front of these seemingly nice people. He had to make good first impressions and try to make new friends... well that's what his sister said anyway. He was a grown up now damnit! He shouldn't have to listen to his little sister!

Turning to the pink haired giant he spoke, "Ah, thanks for the info, Evan right?". He then turned to the white haired boy who seemed to be of some sort of noble descent, "And who might you be? A new student? Nice to meet you. he finished holding his hand out for the ivory haired boy to shake.

The giant couldn’t be bothered to do much. He nodded when Az asked him if he was Evan, and was resisting to say a pun. Not that he had many, but he had to admit. It was better than the old pun-ishment pun. That one was terrible and he made an effort not to use it. Normally. Right now was a normal time. He dug into his coat, pulling out a bag of chips. He opened the top and started eating them. He didn’t care, although he put on a friendly face. He was normally friendly. Normally. That’s the word.

“So. Where’re you guy’s from? I’m a military sharpshooter myself, trained to shoot people from roughly a mile. Without a scope.”
He internally shamed himself for forgetting to pack his rifle. He had used a basic one there, and his accuracy fell by a single percent. God, that was terrible. He’s supposed to hit about 95% of his shots on range, and 100% in the field. That percent went to 94% and it’s shameful. Not that it wasn’t amazing, it was just shameful, in his opinion. It’s bothersome in the same way that a bad test grade is. Except he’s looking into it too much.

He, before letting the other’s answer. “Also, wanna get off the hill? I think there’s a nice, flat area up ahead.”

(Sorry about late post)

"Impressive. I myself just use a machine pistol. Not the most accurate but I make do. What about you Alric? What kind of weapon do you use? You seem like the old swordsman type...". He asked the ivory headed boy. "Then again, my time here, and my own heritage, has taught me not to judge by appearance." He continued. (OOC: Insert Alric's answer here)

Azazel looked to the taller boy as he suggested the get off the hill. Hmmm... Nah I think I'll pass I've got places to be and coffee hoarding pricks to find. It's been fun though, maybe I'll see you around?". He looked towards the princely figure, "It was nice meeting you Alric, I hope to see you again soon as well.". With that said, Azazel gave one mighty flap of his wings and took off into the sky, flying back towards the Academy grounds to look for Richard some more.

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