Many assumed that the purple haired beast lacked intelligence. That with the nonsense that dripped from his neigh never still mouth was an accurate reflection of what was going on inside. To him however things were quite different. It was simply that they couldn’t imagine the sheer gravitas of what he was saying, no one wanted to believe the truth. That was the problem. Part of him also believed that through speech his goals could not be achieved. Actions spoke far louder than words as the saying went.
And so he had come here. The library. The home of a word not spoken but written.
Now, of course, being himself he was not allowed off of campus to perform shadow missions without the presence of either a teacher or even a powerful member of the police. As such he had asked if he could perform a shadow mission closer to home, when the library had been brought up he had agreed almost immediately. And so here he stood; within the quietest room in the school… being shouted at by what he could only guess was the loudest woman in the school between her chewing gum viciously.
“They told me about you! You’re not to kill anyone in this library you got that!? Oh god, you even reek of dead meat! When’s the last time you took a shower! Are you just going to stand there or are you going to work?! When’s the last time you had a haircut?! Your hair is even longer than mine! That’s the last straw, after this you’re never coming in here again! You got that?! Why are you even-
Errante sighed, brushing his now mid back length hair out of his eyes, as the woman rambled on and on. He didn’t really care of appearances and as such his own had diminished. He stood wearing his black dress, lilac hair cluttering his vision and without his weapon… he missed Ragnarock already. It was almost like there weren’t enough eyes on him… no attention… things were peaceful but not in the way he wanted. A calm before the storm peace rather than a calm post storm one.
“Miss… you haven’t told me what to do… so I can’t really work right now...” The boy deadpan told her.
“D-Don’t you get snippy with me I-I told you to… oh… oops, I guess I didn’t tell you what to do…” She paused rather awkwardly, the batwings on either side of her head flapping a little.
He shrugged, “Probably.”
“Well… I don’t think I have too much for you to do…” She admitted, “…I guess you could go get me my lunch in a couple hours… although, you’re probably not allowed to do that are you?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay… I guess you can just put some books back in their place, they’re to be arranged based on genera and in alphabetical order… think you can handle that.”
“Probably.”
And so he had come here. The library. The home of a word not spoken but written.
Now, of course, being himself he was not allowed off of campus to perform shadow missions without the presence of either a teacher or even a powerful member of the police. As such he had asked if he could perform a shadow mission closer to home, when the library had been brought up he had agreed almost immediately. And so here he stood; within the quietest room in the school… being shouted at by what he could only guess was the loudest woman in the school between her chewing gum viciously.
“They told me about you! You’re not to kill anyone in this library you got that!? Oh god, you even reek of dead meat! When’s the last time you took a shower! Are you just going to stand there or are you going to work?! When’s the last time you had a haircut?! Your hair is even longer than mine! That’s the last straw, after this you’re never coming in here again! You got that?! Why are you even-
Errante sighed, brushing his now mid back length hair out of his eyes, as the woman rambled on and on. He didn’t really care of appearances and as such his own had diminished. He stood wearing his black dress, lilac hair cluttering his vision and without his weapon… he missed Ragnarock already. It was almost like there weren’t enough eyes on him… no attention… things were peaceful but not in the way he wanted. A calm before the storm peace rather than a calm post storm one.
“Miss… you haven’t told me what to do… so I can’t really work right now...” The boy deadpan told her.
“D-Don’t you get snippy with me I-I told you to… oh… oops, I guess I didn’t tell you what to do…” She paused rather awkwardly, the batwings on either side of her head flapping a little.
He shrugged, “Probably.”
“Well… I don’t think I have too much for you to do…” She admitted, “…I guess you could go get me my lunch in a couple hours… although, you’re probably not allowed to do that are you?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay… I guess you can just put some books back in their place, they’re to be arranged based on genera and in alphabetical order… think you can handle that.”
“Probably.”