Mqueserasera
Into the cat night
PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions:
Interaction: Gauss (
Sir Les Paul
), Kasper (
Phayne
), Athena (
Britt-21
), Sara (
Merciless Medic
)
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions:
Interaction: Gauss (
Sir Les Paul
), Kasper (
Phayne
), Athena (
Britt-21
), Sara (
Merciless Medic
)“Thanks…” Adrian’s compliment caught Prudence slightly off guard. In response, she attempted to widen her smile. The product was pathetic. She hadn’t quite mastered yet the art of exuding positive expressions on the fly. Though given sufficient preparation, she was confident that even a wider, more organic reaction could have been possible. But she had not that luxury, and instead was only able to maintain the same smile on her face for a few awkward seconds longer, then: “I’m a bit anxious, that’s all. Didn’t want to be late on our first day, you know.”
It pleased her then that the crowd around her had begun to disperse into smaller clusters of two or three. She was starting to feel the heat of gazes and, at intervals, intense attention, and worse, scrutiny. It was a dangerous period after all, the group barely knew each other. Heightened senses, sharpened edges should be within expectations. Secretly, from her there grew a sudden wish, born from bygone memories of her time as a DWMA student. Doubtful, anyone present could recall her from that time. During classes or around the campus, she had always been a shadow of Muriel. Rather, the shadow of her Meister’s shadow. She had hidden there, felt safe. Required nothing more than a calming presence. One that was healthy, was vibrant, was drawing all external energy to themselves and dealt with all tiresome things in her place. So much for being a Shield, she had been shielded from all worldly troubles by her own Meister instead. Now, there she was, naked of defense, subjected to all jabs and fear and hate and doubts without the shadow of someone else to lurk in. Thus was her secret wish, that for someone, anyone, somehow, anyhow, to draw and absorb the available attention in abundance to themselves, and, quite simply, leave her alone. And in fact, though she hadn’t a very clear picture of what the ideal scenario should be, she vaguely thought that if something embarrassing or devastating were to befall one of the people here, she should find herself quite lucky indeed.
And lucky she was. She jerked her head, though might not be as snappily as she would have wanted, at the direction of a forming ruckus, just right to see a person flying away from the noisy spot. She watched on, with the expression of an unimpressed audience. In an effort to display something more than a bystander’s sympathy, she mouthed an “oh” that was quite lacking in volume, but still marginally better than nothing. In the next few seconds of the sudden conflict, the blonde-haired aggressor was the subject of Prudence’s interest. With that kind of physical strength, she was no doubt a Meister. And with that kind of temper, a simple person. Prudence rather liked simple people: they don’t usually bother her much, and are simple to deal with too.
But now, another Meister, the dog-eared, overexcited, hyperactive in gestures and expression, jumped in for the rescue. Tail straightened, fangs bared, throat growled. Not the attributes one would normally assign a peacekeeper. But, it should be noted, her behaviors had drastically shifted the group disposition. Or so Prudence had judged. It was one thing to have a number of unusually aggressive, playful, and irresponsible Meisters and Weapons. If that was the case, she would need only to play along with the mood, nodding, agreeing, perhaps even joining in the making of snide comments and snarky remarks. But there had now appeared an overly altruistic person, who was willing, overly so, to make her case of peace and harmony and whatever. Prudence couldn’t risk being on the sideline anymore. Being too apathetic sometimes could backfire and gather attention to you. The evidence at hand being that bloodsucker boy, who instead of joining in the greeting, was sleeping away from the group, and inevitably invoked someone’s, Zosar was the name apparently, sympathy and caused them to patronize him with a friendly approach. She had to make herself involved sometimes, though not so much.
Prudence walked over to the boy on the ground, couldn’t quite shake off the rigidity in her movements yet, so she didn’t look to be in a lot of a hurry. But she had the appearance of someone who was just coming over to examine a toppled flower pot out of curiosity rather than urgent concern.
Facing the aggressor, who had now someone aiding her in the further punishment of the boy on the ground, Prudence stood, considering her options. Then she raised her left arm. In one fluid morphing movement, her arm from the elbow down turned into a round shield, dark and metallic looking. She threw a quick glance at the dog-eared one standing between her and the blonde, and then the blonde herself. “What she said. That’s more than enough, don’t you think?” She merely repeated the other person’s words, without adding anything of her own. Enough to give the idea that she had some opinion on the matters, without outdoing the most hyper person around. A nice balance, she should think. She turned slightly towards the boy on the ground, and again, without saying anything others hadn’t, she offered him her free hand. “You are still the one at fault, aren’t you? You should go and apologize.”
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