Zarek
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Talking to people was boring. Unnecessary. Unless they had something useful to say, Kane would rather that they just kept their thoughts to themselves: he didn't need to know about their background, where they came from, and what he thought of their branch of magic. Why did everyone care so much? Surely you would want your discipline to remain a secret, so that you could actually use it without drawing suspicion to yourself? Alas, other people didn't think like Kane, and on the train journey to the Academy, he was joined by a girl, apparently because all the other cabins were full, or, as she would later confide, didn't seem like they housed well-to-do people. At this, Kane had raised an internal eyebrow, but didn't say anything out of the ordinary, just agreed with her.
She was amazed when she found out he spoke French, and promptly proceeded to chat away in her native tongue, letting on more than Kane really cared about: she was called Luna, was in her first year, was the daughter of some French millionaire business magnate, and really missed her cats. When it came to her magic, she excitedly opened her palm to reveal a flickering flame, to which Kane responded with words of congratulations, a false smile on his face. She asked the Brit about himself, and Kane told her a selection of half truths, such as the fact that his father worked for the government, that he came from a line of soldiers, and he too missed his cats. Personally, he couldn't stand the creatures, but he saw no reason to let that on. When she asked about his magic, he gave the standard display: showing the back of his hand, and the yellow light that started in the middle of his wrist, enveloping his lower arm in something akin to armour. She clapped and seemed in awe, and Kane could tell that she wasn't too observant: were she to pay the slightest bit of attention, she might notice that it took a bit more effort for him than such a party trick should, and would probably call into doubt the validity of his claim of practising divine magic.
They talked some more, mainly about her excitement at starting at such a prestigious academy, a feeling Kane pretended to share. When the train pulled into the station, they stood up, and she wrapped arms around him, a bit more friendly than Kane would have liked, but he reciprocated - perhaps it was a French thing? They promised to keep in touch, with Kane pretending to have some reason to walk the other way along the platform, leaving his short-time companion to find her own way around.
The Brit was wearing jeans and a shirt, looking like any office worker on casual Friday, yet wore a sort of trench coat over this, something his father had handed down before his son had left for Japan, a black affair with silver trims around the cuffs and collar. Apparently it was a ceremonial style of uniform from his father's military days, and Kane quite liked the garment. The left sleeve was rolled up, revealing a watch on the underside of his wrist which he checked. He was supposed to 'check in' within the next few hours, but he imagined that having a wander around the campus couldn't hurt.
He started off towards a lake he saw in the distance, noting the buildings close by, guessing it was a facility used to train water magics. But he also ntocied the lack of people on the waterfront, ideal for him to mill about and not be disturbed. To anyone watching, a strange thing would happen, as the young man vanished from sight. Any keen eyed observers would see the grass flatten in places, and anyone keener still might guess that he had turned invisible, and the grass was where his feet landed. He quickly silenced the noise around him, making sure he made no noise, and made his way down to the body of water.
She was amazed when she found out he spoke French, and promptly proceeded to chat away in her native tongue, letting on more than Kane really cared about: she was called Luna, was in her first year, was the daughter of some French millionaire business magnate, and really missed her cats. When it came to her magic, she excitedly opened her palm to reveal a flickering flame, to which Kane responded with words of congratulations, a false smile on his face. She asked the Brit about himself, and Kane told her a selection of half truths, such as the fact that his father worked for the government, that he came from a line of soldiers, and he too missed his cats. Personally, he couldn't stand the creatures, but he saw no reason to let that on. When she asked about his magic, he gave the standard display: showing the back of his hand, and the yellow light that started in the middle of his wrist, enveloping his lower arm in something akin to armour. She clapped and seemed in awe, and Kane could tell that she wasn't too observant: were she to pay the slightest bit of attention, she might notice that it took a bit more effort for him than such a party trick should, and would probably call into doubt the validity of his claim of practising divine magic.
They talked some more, mainly about her excitement at starting at such a prestigious academy, a feeling Kane pretended to share. When the train pulled into the station, they stood up, and she wrapped arms around him, a bit more friendly than Kane would have liked, but he reciprocated - perhaps it was a French thing? They promised to keep in touch, with Kane pretending to have some reason to walk the other way along the platform, leaving his short-time companion to find her own way around.
The Brit was wearing jeans and a shirt, looking like any office worker on casual Friday, yet wore a sort of trench coat over this, something his father had handed down before his son had left for Japan, a black affair with silver trims around the cuffs and collar. Apparently it was a ceremonial style of uniform from his father's military days, and Kane quite liked the garment. The left sleeve was rolled up, revealing a watch on the underside of his wrist which he checked. He was supposed to 'check in' within the next few hours, but he imagined that having a wander around the campus couldn't hurt.
He started off towards a lake he saw in the distance, noting the buildings close by, guessing it was a facility used to train water magics. But he also ntocied the lack of people on the waterfront, ideal for him to mill about and not be disturbed. To anyone watching, a strange thing would happen, as the young man vanished from sight. Any keen eyed observers would see the grass flatten in places, and anyone keener still might guess that he had turned invisible, and the grass was where his feet landed. He quickly silenced the noise around him, making sure he made no noise, and made his way down to the body of water.