WHO: Oscar, Anthony, Ezra, Rolf, and Lester WHERE: Detention in the basement classroom usually meant for Health classes. WHEN: July 25th, 2012. Right after classes. WHY: Because of destroyed bathrooms, this, and this.
Ezra wasn't one to run from assuming responsibility, but he knew a hopeless situation when he saw one, and there had been no way to honestly answer that e-mail inquiry and sound sane. The repurcussions for the bathroom would have been the least of his worries, with a trip to the nearest mental hopsital in the immediate future. And to be honest, the offhand promise of ice-cream just hadn't sat well with him.
He'd deleted the message from his inbox with a feeling of guilt, but confident that none of the others would fall for such a lame bribe or rat each other out. They'd have to work together from now on, after all, and Anthony had only been joking in those comments, right?
And then, he'd received the note.
There was a foreboding lack of detail. A bundle of nerves had been coiling itself tighter in his gut with each passing class, and now they felt about ready to snap. He most certainly did not feel betrayed - they didn't know who or what had tipped off the principal yet. All he could hope was that security camera footage wasn't involved.
With a drawn-out sigh, Ezra relaxed his shoulders and walked into the dark basement classroom, noting with a flip of the switch that the old man had not yet arrived. There was little choice but to wait and hope the others would arrive before the principal did. He leaned on the wall next to the door with a frown.
Lester almost fell down the stairs as he made his way into the basement. This was what happened when he didn't use the handrails. But he didn't fall, so that's what was important.
He trotted down to a space that thankfully already had lights. He blinked around at the room, feeling oddly uncomfortable at the lack of big windows. He stuck a hand in his pocket and kicked up the volume on his piPod. He didn't realize he had the Speedy Cat song.
Ah! There was someone he knew. That was always a good thing. He was glad to realize he wasn't the only one down here. He shuffled across the floor and leaned on the wall next to the person who got there before him.
After staying there for a while, he wondered if it might be a good idea to actually say something instead of just appear out of nowhere and stand there in silence. He looked up and to his left.
When he had first received the note, Anthony may have been a little perturbed by it; fussing over the detention until he finally accepted his fate second period. Instead of dwell on it, this one simply made light of the situation. He didn't think he did anything wrong after all, and after some explaining to the principal, he was sure he would be let off.
Anthony had been following Lester the entire way to the mysterious room. It wasn't that he was sneaking around; the girl just didn't seem to notice him, even as the soles of his shoes clicked against the tiles and echoed through the empty hallways. Since he didn't have a reason to gain her attention, however, the blond instead slipped his hands into his pockets and ambled along behind, looking vaguely at the walls and the posters that riddled them here and there.
And so it wasn't long after Lester's arrival that Anthony also popped his head in, raising his eyebrows as he scanned the empty classroom before acknowledging the two students on the wall. He'd never been here before, and with his brain so stimulated from the new environment, the teen very much wanted to tear it apart. He somehow refrained from doing so as he finally trotted past the doorway and into the room though. Anthony made himself cozy sitting atop a desk, and directing his gaze to the other two students. A smile spread across his lips as he greeted them, "Hiya~"
Rolf gawked when he saw the neatly written letter requesting him to promptly report to detention after classes. He'd always associated detention with those unruly types like chronic class disruptors and maybe people with eye patches and tattoos, so why was he being put into detention? He neither had eye patches nor tattoos, and he'd always been pretty quiet in class. And while he may not exactly pay a whole lot of attention to anything his teachers say, he was still a rather good student. Maybe this was all just a mistake?
Rolf was very tempted to just not show up, convinced that the notice was for some other Rolf within the same homeroom. But even he couldn't deny that that was pretty unlikely (unless he had a twin). So now the question was: why?
He was mulling over this question when he stepped into the basement classroom, and his eyes instantly landed upon the three other students situated against the wall like criminals.
Ezra, his roommate.
Lester, his roommate's girlfriend.
And... er... laptop guy.
"Ohhhh!" It dawned upon him just then, and his lips dipped into a frown. "Hey, this isn't fair. I mean, the girls were the ones who actually played some flashlight tag." At least, he thought so.
"Evening, boys." He walked in casually, setting his brief case down on the desk at the front of the room. However, he paused, allowing the awkward silence to make them more nervous as he went through a few papers. After staking them against the desk so that everything was in order, he looked up with his usual misleading smile. "I hope you're all doing well?"
Though he had initiated the question, he held his hand up before any of them could reply. "Don't answer that. I don't care. We all know why we're here, don't we?" Oscar pulled a key from his pocket, sauntered over to close the door, and locked them in the room. No one else would be joining them for detention that day and he had no intention of letting any of them escape before he found the information he was looking for. He then pulled over one of the front row seats for him to sit on while facing the four boys in the room.
"Based on the evidence gathered I know that you all have things you're not telling me, and we're not leaving this room until someone spills."
As the others trickled in, Ezra felt himself begin to relax, a hint of relief in his replies. Minus Dom, everyone from that night was here, but familiar company would at least make whatever punishment awaited tolerable. His mouth turned up slightly at Rolf's indignant expression. "What's really unfair is we're still missing one."
He'd finished speaking not a moment too soon, pushing off from the wall nervously upon Oscar's arrival. They all ended up waiting awkwardly for the principal's attention, but once they had it, his frown returned all too quickly. Ezra glanced at the other boys a little helplessly, at a loss for what to say. If the old man insisted on talking down to them like this, he wasn't going out of his way to make it easy. So stall, some amused corner of his mind urged.
"Uh, sir," he questioned, his face blank and verging on guileless. "May I ask what 'evidence'?"
As soon as Oscar closed the door and locked it, something inside of Lester seemed to convulse. ...Inside of him? He felt himself tense up, actually. The lack of big windows and now the lack of a way out. ...He wasn't liking this. He found himself scooting a little more to the side until he bumped into Ezra, who had started speaking to Oscar.
"Evidence~?" He repeated, tilting his head to the side. He had missed most of what Oscar had said. Something about evidence? He looked around at the other boys. "Do you think he means the fairies~?"
It did cross his mind for a split second that he recalled seeing each of these classmates in the bathroom that night. It was odd, considering he had thought it had all been a dream for at first; suddenly what he thought were figments of his imagination were beside him, in the same room. Minus one... The name of the missing guy was beside him.
Anthony didn't seem perplexed by the arrival of their principal, as a few of the others did. He was still sitting atop the desk, as casual as he normally was, though his eyes didn't stray from the older man. Studying him. Anthony had a habit of calculating his teachers' movements as they ambled from one side of the room to another, sometimes slouching and sometimes swaying ever so subtly. Mr. Principal here wasn't like most of his other ones, the way he held himself up straight and demanded the attention of every occupant in the room. It interested Anthony, to say the least.
"I don't think I belong here," he finally said, lips pursed as if it was so exhausting just being there. "Can I go?"
Oscar raised his eyebrows with interest, giving a smirk to the challenge offered to him. He wanted to hear about the evidence? Oh, this would be hilarious. "Evidence? If you didn't do something you probably would've asked what you had done wrong first. So there you go." That seemed like a clever point enough, but he did lean over to pluck a stack of papers from his desk. After shuffling through a few he finally found a printed email thread. "Stay put, you are the reason everyone is here, after all." He pointed for Anthony to remain where he was sitting as he began to explain himself.
"I received an email from Mr. Welsh here about the incident that resulted in the destruction of the girls' bathroom. He was hoping to turn you all in for free ice cream. Apparently there was an Ezra," he pointed to the boy he had just named, assured this would clarify that he had evidence. "He and his, and I'm quoting from the email, gangster friends went batshit on the girls' bathroom. Sounds like an interesting bit of information to me. Rolf's name was mentioned as well. I'm not sure if you knew how many other Ezra's or Rolf's are in this school, but there aren't any others."
The older man laughed at the paper after reading it through once more, and then moved it to the back of the pile. Clearing his throat, he began again. "Then, the next day, I received an email from our resident fairy stating that he was present during the same incident. So, as you can see, I've got enough evidence to call you all here. Now what's your excuse?"
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Lester had no idea who Oscar meant by their resident fairy. It didn't seem like he knew about the fairies and the ghosts and the paper creature thingies. He had tried to explain it in his e-mail but for some reason, it didn't seem like Oscar believed him at all. ...Actually it didn't seem like it went over well to begin with.
He raised his hand anyway before he started talking. "I think I mentioned what happened in my e-mail? And...Resident fairy?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "You mean this fairy?"
Something sparked in the back of his mind. The feeling from the night with the purple light face ghost thingies came back. He didn't see a butterfly this time, but the feeling was pretty much the same. Persona.
With a poof and a swirl of light, the tiny winged creature materialized besides Lester. It hovered above his shoulder for a moment before zipping towards Oscar. It stared at him with its big blue eyes before circling him repeatedly and returning to Lester's side.
"See? Fairy!" Lester said with a smile on his face.
The stern principal really hadn't expected to get any sort of excuse that was worth listening to at first. Usually at this point in an interrogation the kids would either go into a panic and confess, or go in a panic and try to make up some unbelievable excuse. For this group, the latter happened first. Oscar rolled his eyes at the notion of fairies brought up again by Lester. Really. Was that the best he could-- And then the fairy appeared. Like nothing it zoomed around his head and then returned to its owner.
He stared silently for a good long minute. However, his expression remained blank. He showed no surprise or fear. If any of those emotions existed, he did a fine job at keeping them hidden. Just as quietly, he slowly sat the papers on his desk. More awkward silence.
Finally, Oscar leaned back in his chair, biting his tongue in thought. Calm, cool, and collected as ever. Mostly. "I think you had better explain what the hell that is," he suggested in a calm, yet demanding tone. "And I had better not hear anything about it being a fairy." He was trying to get a more logical explanation out of them. Not that he would've been too shocked about a boy like Lester hanging around with a bunch of fairies if they did exist.
Even Anthony blinked in surprise as Lester summoned a Persona, that same little pest from the bathroom incident, suddenly fluttering carelessly about the room. His mouth was partially agape, brown eyes shifting from the principal to the small creature. It took a lot to surprise Anthony, and now was one of those moments.
However, the older man's eyes did not flicker, nor did he even raise an eyebrow; he was just as stony as he was when he first walked through those doors. Minus the smug way he read his email aloud to the room - which Anthony didn't care about - Oscar had remained rather void of interest in them. It was almost satisfying to see their principal rendered speechless, and for once without a quick answer. Anthony, finding it suddenly amusing, grinned and leaned his head against the palm of his hand.
"They're not all fairies," he mused with a dismissive tone, though the smile remained. "Mine is different."
Somehow, the process of summoning had gradually gotten easier; the first time there were voices and blue butterflies, the need to acknowledge the word Persona that had so randomly crossed his mind. This time, it was more of a feeling, like the answers were hidden away in his subconscious. The freshman followed Lester's example and let his Persona free with only a "hmph."
Unlike Djinn, Anthony's persona remained stationary behind him, standing in place with a stoic expression that somehow dared Oscar to question him. "He's Lemme. Say hi~"
Oh right, Rolf nearly forgot about the bathroom. It was a pretty hectic night with ghosts and toilet paper everywhere that he forgot about little details like messing up (destroying) the girls' bathroom that he never uses. It was their fault, but how did the principal...
Rolf's mouth hung open as Oscar basically read Anthony's incriminating email. Gangster friends? Rolf visibly shuddered. If his mother catches wind about this, Rolf would never ever ever hear the end of it.
A very annoyed Baldur appeared behind Lemminkäinen, and immediately placed the trickster god in a very uncomfortable-looking headlock.
"Mr. Ivors," Rolf started, frowning deeply. "First of all, we are NOT in a gang. Secondly, we're sorry about the restroom but we didn't just go 'batshit' on it. We were attacked! And then these guys," he waves at the various personas zipping about and wrestling with each other, "popped out and well, it got a little crazy."
Ezra fought to keep from glaring sullenly in Anthony's direction as the old man read the e-mail aloud with obvious relish. That wasn't going to help anyone... but at this point, what would?
Before he had time to fret, Lester went and boldly summoned the little creature from that night. When the principal didn't keel over from shock or even bat an eyelid, Ezra silently put a hand to his face out of equal parts exasperation and incredulity. Well, that could have gone over a lot worse. The room quickly filled up as everyone followed the shorter boy's example.
So that just left him. He barely had to nudge the presence at the back of his mind before it sparked up like an ember and a red figure appeared at the edge of his vision. Ezra gestured towards the principal as if introducing the two, his voice deadpan. "Mr. Ivors, Xochi." With an smug nod, the persona settled behind him to watch the antics of the others.
"They're called persona," he supplied, unable to add much but a nod after Rolf's explanation. "We don't really know much beyond that, yet."
Lester pointed at the persona floating over his shoulder with a smile. "Fair-"
The critter seemed to shudder and spark before a light zap of electricity hit Lester. He froze for a moment, eyes open wide before he shook his head. That didn't hurt as much as it should have.
"Djinn-Fairy," he said. The critter performed a flip as if to protest what Lester said.
Lester turned to the other personae and a wide-eyed look took over his face again. "Ohh hi other fairies~!" He waved at them. It seemed he missed Oscar's final statement about how the explanation was not supposed to include the word fairy.
He looked back to Oscar as Djinn zoomed towards Oscar once more before flitting from one person to the next. "We're trying to find out more about them~. Well, at least the people I've talked to. I think they're a lot like guardian fair...Umm. Guardian...guardian..." He trailed off, wondering how he could say this without saying Guardian Fairy. "Guardian Spirits?"
After allowing everyone to say their bit and summon their... things Oscar silently slipped off his glasses and leaned forward. Elbow on knee, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. It was more of the look an overworked stressed person had rather than one who should have been reasonably distressed. He was understandably at a loss for words as much as he refused to let his troubled look show.
Finally, he pushed his glasses back on and looked up. "Guardian spirits? Persona then. Right," he spoke as if he didn't believe it, despite the fact that the apparitions were right there in front of him. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing one could easily take in and react to right away. Not reasonably at least. "That's nice. Either way, it's safe to assume you boys can still be held responsible for what happened to the bathroom then. As..." Oscar paused again for a moment to find the right words, "...unusual as this particular case is. I'll reconsider taking your testimony more seriously. In the meantime put those things away before something else happens."
"You do understand the gravity of this don't you?" As calmly diplomatic and under control as Oscar was being, it was clear that he was also being very serious. "I don't want any of you drawing unneeded attention to my school, so I don't care if you have 'guardian spirits', you aren't to summon them and destroy bathrooms for no reason. You'll get caught and it won't end well."
"That being said, you boys will be expected to lend a hand to the reconstruction for at least one day every weekend until it's finished." That seemed reasonable enough to him. In fact, it was even fairly easy going of him considering the damages done and the... whatever was going on. Disturbed? He wouldn't show it. Concerned? Very seriously. Lester's implication that there was more of a we than those in the room troubled him. That needed some clarification. "Now, why don't you tell me a little more about this we you mentioned? Is anyone else involved in this?"
He'd deleted the message from his inbox with a feeling of guilt, but confident that none of the others would fall for such a lame bribe or rat each other out. They'd have to work together from now on, after all, and Anthony had only been joking in those comments, right?
And then, he'd received the note.
There was a foreboding lack of detail. A bundle of nerves had been coiling itself tighter in his gut with each passing class, and now they felt about ready to snap. He most certainly did not feel betrayed - they didn't know who or what had tipped off the principal yet. All he could hope was that security camera footage wasn't involved.
With a drawn-out sigh, Ezra relaxed his shoulders and walked into the dark basement classroom, noting with a flip of the switch that the old man had not yet arrived. There was little choice but to wait and hope the others would arrive before the principal did. He leaned on the wall next to the door with a frown.
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He trotted down to a space that thankfully already had lights. He blinked around at the room, feeling oddly uncomfortable at the lack of big windows. He stuck a hand in his pocket and kicked up the volume on his piPod. He didn't realize he had the Speedy Cat song.
Ah! There was someone he knew. That was always a good thing. He was glad to realize he wasn't the only one down here. He shuffled across the floor and leaned on the wall next to the person who got there before him.
After staying there for a while, he wondered if it might be a good idea to actually say something instead of just appear out of nowhere and stand there in silence. He looked up and to his left.
"Hello Ezra."
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Anthony had been following Lester the entire way to the mysterious room. It wasn't that he was sneaking around; the girl just didn't seem to notice him, even as the soles of his shoes clicked against the tiles and echoed through the empty hallways. Since he didn't have a reason to gain her attention, however, the blond instead slipped his hands into his pockets and ambled along behind, looking vaguely at the walls and the posters that riddled them here and there.
And so it wasn't long after Lester's arrival that Anthony also popped his head in, raising his eyebrows as he scanned the empty classroom before acknowledging the two students on the wall. He'd never been here before, and with his brain so stimulated from the new environment, the teen very much wanted to tear it apart. He somehow refrained from doing so as he finally trotted past the doorway and into the room though. Anthony made himself cozy sitting atop a desk, and directing his gaze to the other two students. A smile spread across his lips as he greeted them, "Hiya~"
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Rolf was very tempted to just not show up, convinced that the notice was for some other Rolf within the same homeroom. But even he couldn't deny that that was pretty unlikely (unless he had a twin). So now the question was: why?
He was mulling over this question when he stepped into the basement classroom, and his eyes instantly landed upon the three other students situated against the wall like criminals.
Ezra, his roommate.
Lester, his roommate's girlfriend.
And... er... laptop guy.
"Ohhhh!" It dawned upon him just then, and his lips dipped into a frown. "Hey, this isn't fair. I mean, the girls were the ones who actually played some flashlight tag." At least, he thought so.
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Though he had initiated the question, he held his hand up before any of them could reply. "Don't answer that. I don't care. We all know why we're here, don't we?" Oscar pulled a key from his pocket, sauntered over to close the door, and locked them in the room. No one else would be joining them for detention that day and he had no intention of letting any of them escape before he found the information he was looking for. He then pulled over one of the front row seats for him to sit on while facing the four boys in the room.
"Based on the evidence gathered I know that you all have things you're not telling me, and we're not leaving this room until someone spills."
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He'd finished speaking not a moment too soon, pushing off from the wall nervously upon Oscar's arrival. They all ended up waiting awkwardly for the principal's attention, but once they had it, his frown returned all too quickly. Ezra glanced at the other boys a little helplessly, at a loss for what to say. If the old man insisted on talking down to them like this, he wasn't going out of his way to make it easy. So stall, some amused corner of his mind urged.
"Uh, sir," he questioned, his face blank and verging on guileless. "May I ask what 'evidence'?"
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"Evidence~?" He repeated, tilting his head to the side. He had missed most of what Oscar had said. Something about evidence? He looked around at the other boys. "Do you think he means the fairies~?"
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Anthony didn't seem perplexed by the arrival of their principal, as a few of the others did. He was still sitting atop the desk, as casual as he normally was, though his eyes didn't stray from the older man. Studying him. Anthony had a habit of calculating his teachers' movements as they ambled from one side of the room to another, sometimes slouching and sometimes swaying ever so subtly. Mr. Principal here wasn't like most of his other ones, the way he held himself up straight and demanded the attention of every occupant in the room. It interested Anthony, to say the least.
"I don't think I belong here," he finally said, lips pursed as if it was so exhausting just being there. "Can I go?"
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"I received an email from Mr. Welsh here about the incident that resulted in the destruction of the girls' bathroom. He was hoping to turn you all in for free ice cream. Apparently there was an Ezra," he pointed to the boy he had just named, assured this would clarify that he had evidence. "He and his, and I'm quoting from the email, gangster friends went batshit on the girls' bathroom. Sounds like an interesting bit of information to me. Rolf's name was mentioned as well. I'm not sure if you knew how many other Ezra's or Rolf's are in this school, but there aren't any others."
The older man laughed at the paper after reading it through once more, and then moved it to the back of the pile. Clearing his throat, he began again. "Then, the next day, I received an email from our resident fairy stating that he was present during the same incident. So, as you can see, I've got enough evidence to call you all here. Now what's your excuse?"
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He raised his hand anyway before he started talking. "I think I mentioned what happened in my e-mail? And...Resident fairy?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "You mean this fairy?"
Something sparked in the back of his mind. The feeling from the night with the purple light face ghost thingies came back. He didn't see a butterfly this time, but the feeling was pretty much the same. Persona.
With a poof and a swirl of light, the tiny winged creature materialized besides Lester. It hovered above his shoulder for a moment before zipping towards Oscar. It stared at him with its big blue eyes before circling him repeatedly and returning to Lester's side.
"See? Fairy!" Lester said with a smile on his face.
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He stared silently for a good long minute. However, his expression remained blank. He showed no surprise or fear. If any of those emotions existed, he did a fine job at keeping them hidden. Just as quietly, he slowly sat the papers on his desk. More awkward silence.
Finally, Oscar leaned back in his chair, biting his tongue in thought. Calm, cool, and collected as ever. Mostly. "I think you had better explain what the hell that is," he suggested in a calm, yet demanding tone. "And I had better not hear anything about it being a fairy." He was trying to get a more logical explanation out of them. Not that he would've been too shocked about a boy like Lester hanging around with a bunch of fairies if they did exist.
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However, the older man's eyes did not flicker, nor did he even raise an eyebrow; he was just as stony as he was when he first walked through those doors. Minus the smug way he read his email aloud to the room - which Anthony didn't care about - Oscar had remained rather void of interest in them. It was almost satisfying to see their principal rendered speechless, and for once without a quick answer. Anthony, finding it suddenly amusing, grinned and leaned his head against the palm of his hand.
"They're not all fairies," he mused with a dismissive tone, though the smile remained. "Mine is different."
Somehow, the process of summoning had gradually gotten easier; the first time there were voices and blue butterflies, the need to acknowledge the word Persona that had so randomly crossed his mind. This time, it was more of a feeling, like the answers were hidden away in his subconscious. The freshman followed Lester's example and let his Persona free with only a "hmph."
Unlike Djinn, Anthony's persona remained stationary behind him, standing in place with a stoic expression that somehow dared Oscar to question him. "He's Lemme. Say hi~"
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Rolf's mouth hung open as Oscar basically read Anthony's incriminating email. Gangster friends? Rolf visibly shuddered. If his mother catches wind about this, Rolf would never ever ever hear the end of it.
A very annoyed Baldur appeared behind Lemminkäinen, and immediately placed the trickster god in a very uncomfortable-looking headlock.
"Mr. Ivors," Rolf started, frowning deeply. "First of all, we are NOT in a gang. Secondly, we're sorry about the restroom but we didn't just go 'batshit' on it. We were attacked! And then these guys," he waves at the various personas zipping about and wrestling with each other, "popped out and well, it got a little crazy."
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Before he had time to fret, Lester went and boldly summoned the little creature from that night. When the principal didn't keel over from shock or even bat an eyelid, Ezra silently put a hand to his face out of equal parts exasperation and incredulity. Well, that could have gone over a lot worse. The room quickly filled up as everyone followed the shorter boy's example.
So that just left him. He barely had to nudge the presence at the back of his mind before it sparked up like an ember and a red figure appeared at the edge of his vision. Ezra gestured towards the principal as if introducing the two, his voice deadpan. "Mr. Ivors, Xochi." With an smug nod, the persona settled behind him to watch the antics of the others.
"They're called persona," he supplied, unable to add much but a nod after Rolf's explanation. "We don't really know much beyond that, yet."
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The critter seemed to shudder and spark before a light zap of electricity hit Lester. He froze for a moment, eyes open wide before he shook his head. That didn't hurt as much as it should have.
"Djinn-Fairy," he said. The critter performed a flip as if to protest what Lester said.
Lester turned to the other personae and a wide-eyed look took over his face again. "Ohh hi other fairies~!" He waved at them. It seemed he missed Oscar's final statement about how the explanation was not supposed to include the word fairy.
He looked back to Oscar as Djinn zoomed towards Oscar once more before flitting from one person to the next. "We're trying to find out more about them~. Well, at least the people I've talked to. I think they're a lot like guardian fair...Umm. Guardian...guardian..." He trailed off, wondering how he could say this without saying Guardian Fairy. "Guardian Spirits?"
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Finally, he pushed his glasses back on and looked up. "Guardian spirits? Persona then. Right," he spoke as if he didn't believe it, despite the fact that the apparitions were right there in front of him. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing one could easily take in and react to right away. Not reasonably at least. "That's nice. Either way, it's safe to assume you boys can still be held responsible for what happened to the bathroom then. As..." Oscar paused again for a moment to find the right words, "...unusual as this particular case is. I'll reconsider taking your testimony more seriously. In the meantime put those things away before something else happens."
"You do understand the gravity of this don't you?" As calmly diplomatic and under control as Oscar was being, it was clear that he was also being very serious. "I don't want any of you drawing unneeded attention to my school, so I don't care if you have 'guardian spirits', you aren't to summon them and destroy bathrooms for no reason. You'll get caught and it won't end well."
"That being said, you boys will be expected to lend a hand to the reconstruction for at least one day every weekend until it's finished." That seemed reasonable enough to him. In fact, it was even fairly easy going of him considering the damages done and the... whatever was going on. Disturbed? He wouldn't show it. Concerned? Very seriously. Lester's implication that there was more of a we than those in the room troubled him. That needed some clarification. "Now, why don't you tell me a little more about this we you mentioned? Is anyone else involved in this?"
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