[audio/action] Hunt or be Hunted
[You know that voice? It's the sound of a woman who has surrounded herself with technology and has no need for typing at the moment. Low, breathy, perhaps even sultry, but remarkably dry and unemotional... but this isn't unusual.]
There are still a lot of new murderers students and faculty filtering in, huh? A little late but I'm not one for introductions or formalities-you can call me Samus, or Miss Aran. Aran is fine too. Anything but Samsam or Sammy. I teach Armed Weaponry and (Bio)Mechanical Engineering, both in room 214. If you're desperate, I can also double as a substitute... for a price. Whether you're a student or a teacher, if you feel you have something to learn, stop by.
[A pause. A slight grimace. It pains her to even give recognition to this.] ...Just no ogling, unless you enjoy the thought of spending detention with me too where I can put everything I teach in class into practice.
Given recent developments, I'll be shifting focus to the art of self defense with projectile weaponry. A little extra training should put everyone's mind at ease. This school has endured wars, battles and predation before; there's no need for panic or acting recklessly. Hi my name is Samus and I'm a hypocrite.
[Private to self; hackable with a lot of elbow grease and luck]
...Yet I can't seem to pull my mind away from it. Murders are nothing new to me. Death is nothing this academy hasn't seen before, but I'm reminded of... come to think of it, it was almost a year ago, wasn't it? There was a very deliberate attack on the school with the intention to drive us apart. Pokemon were brutally injured and strung up on a statue for show. A message was scrawled in blood: Freaks get out. I doubt it's related but the timing is rather uncanny...
Whether the culprit is even a part of the school or not, they seem to of taken a liking to this territory. There's a thrill in a hunt that is difficult for me to resist. If I am so fortunate enough to encounter this murderer in the act, I won't hesitate to return the favor.
I haven't really been doing much otherwise, have I? These short days blend together after a while. It's colder, I've witnessed plenty of new people arrive and plenty of old ones return. Adam... is here.
...
........
[Oh yeah that's some awkward silence.]
...Char came back, Ghor, Ganon and Volgin too. Even Miller returned. Or, the man I can only assume is Miller. More things to investigate in my free time...
[IT'S NOT LIKE HE'LL EVER CALL AT SOME HORRIBLY INOPPORTUNE TIME OR ANYTHING, RIGHT?]
[ACTION]
[Samus is a woman of action, so as long as school is on high alert she'll be on campus more than she usually is. You can find her in her classroom, prowling around campus, or in her office. Samus is, for once, actually leaving the door open.
...mostly open. A crack open. Her office desk is littered with papers, blueprints, strange tools, spare weapon parts and other mechanical odds and ends to keep herself busy. There's a radio somewhere under all that that may be playing music. Samus' tastes seem to favor classic rock and things from the 80's. Go figure. Elsewhere there are boxes filled with more mysterious things and maybe a chair somewhere too. You'll probably have better luck sitting on a box,]
There are still a lot of new murderers students and faculty filtering in, huh? A little late but I'm not one for introductions or formalities-you can call me Samus, or Miss Aran. Aran is fine too. Anything but Samsam or Sammy. I teach Armed Weaponry and (Bio)Mechanical Engineering, both in room 214. If you're desperate, I can also double as a substitute... for a price. Whether you're a student or a teacher, if you feel you have something to learn, stop by.
[A pause. A slight grimace. It pains her to even give recognition to this.] ...Just no ogling, unless you enjoy the thought of spending detention with me too where I can put everything I teach in class into practice.
Given recent developments, I'll be shifting focus to the art of self defense with projectile weaponry. A little extra training should put everyone's mind at ease. This school has endured wars, battles and predation before; there's no need for panic or acting recklessly. Hi my name is Samus and I'm a hypocrite.
[Private to self; hackable with a lot of elbow grease and luck]
...Yet I can't seem to pull my mind away from it. Murders are nothing new to me. Death is nothing this academy hasn't seen before, but I'm reminded of... come to think of it, it was almost a year ago, wasn't it? There was a very deliberate attack on the school with the intention to drive us apart. Pokemon were brutally injured and strung up on a statue for show. A message was scrawled in blood: Freaks get out. I doubt it's related but the timing is rather uncanny...
Whether the culprit is even a part of the school or not, they seem to of taken a liking to this territory. There's a thrill in a hunt that is difficult for me to resist. If I am so fortunate enough to encounter this murderer in the act, I won't hesitate to return the favor.
I haven't really been doing much otherwise, have I? These short days blend together after a while. It's colder, I've witnessed plenty of new people arrive and plenty of old ones return. Adam... is here.
...
........
[Oh yeah that's some awkward silence.]
...Char came back, Ghor, Ganon and Volgin too. Even Miller returned. Or, the man I can only assume is Miller. More things to investigate in my free time...
[IT'S NOT LIKE HE'LL EVER CALL AT SOME HORRIBLY INOPPORTUNE TIME OR ANYTHING, RIGHT?]
[ACTION]
[Samus is a woman of action, so as long as school is on high alert she'll be on campus more than she usually is. You can find her in her classroom, prowling around campus, or in her office. Samus is, for once, actually leaving the door open.
...mostly open. A crack open. Her office desk is littered with papers, blueprints, strange tools, spare weapon parts and other mechanical odds and ends to keep herself busy. There's a radio somewhere under all that that may be playing music. Samus' tastes seem to favor classic rock and things from the 80's. Go figure. Elsewhere there are boxes filled with more mysterious things and maybe a chair somewhere too. You'll probably have better luck sitting on a box,]