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.
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?"
IF THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, DELETE IT. NAO.turnofthewheelSeptember 17 2010, 03:12:56 UTC
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?"
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Mulling over their punishment, Ezra missed the mocking goodbye wave his persona gave the principal before vanishing. Honestly, he'd expected something worse walking in - expulsion, maybe, he'd heard of kids kicked out for less - and it was probably too much to ask that they go home scot-free. As long as his aunt never heard about this, his head would remain on his shoulders and he could deal with not looking forward to the weekends... for a while, months, likely. He winced at the thought before catching the old man's last question. He seemed quite willing to hear them out now...
Well, he'd accepted persona, so time-travelling letters couldn't be too far of a leap, and if they were going to push their luck, might as well push it all the way, right? Ezra scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "Uh, well. If you remember the 'haunted' mailboxes in the attic we left notes in? They kinda vanished, and... someone wrote back. So, we've been sending more notes, and getting replies back, and it turns out," he smiled despite himself, "that those replies are from the past, somehow. 1934, to be specific." Ezra turned to look at the others for confirmation, hoping that most of them had made contact with the past group. He hadn't spoken to anyone else about it, but there'd been signs up in the attic that quite a few correspondences were underway. "They've got personas, too. So, I guess you could say there are two groups of us. Whatever we are."
"As for the present... it seems that a few girls had something like this happen too. I couldn't tell you their names, though." Ezra rolled his eyes in thought, wondering if there was anything he was leaving out, before shrugging, marking the end to his little exposition. Unused to talking so much, he stepped back to lean against the wall in hopes that someone else would 'take the floor' from here.
Lester wasn't sure he liked the idea of having to fix something that didn't fit in his hands. He was okay with electric things but...Hm. Maybe he could help rewire things instead of anything that required him to lift anything. Perhaps Oscar would remember somewhere in there that trying to make Lester lift anything heavier than a sheet of paper would result in more holes in the floor
"Okay~," he said anyway. He held his hands in front of him and Djinn plopped down in them. It's round eyes continued to be trained on Oscar. I'm watching that one Djinn announced in Lester's head. Hey, you, are you listening to me? Oh whatever. With a loud crack and a pop and a burst of static Djinn disappeared into thin air. It seemed the little thing was trying to make more of a show of its existence.
"Uh huh," he said, nodding back at Ezra. "There are time travelling letters and people from a long time ago. And they're not ghosts. They don't like being called ghosts." He shook his head to emphasize the point.
"Ummm. I know some of the others who got all involved. The people who aren't here, I think everyone I've talked to are all girls." He paused, puzzling over whether or not he wanted to tell Oscar that Ama, Lilly and Heather had personae. He didn't know if there were any others, although by the sounds of it, it seemed there were.
He certainly wasn't any more amused or excited after hearing what Ezra had to say. "Whatever you are," Oscar repeated in a mocking tone followed by a sigh. The mess was just further complicated by people in the past whom he couldn't control. He at least wanted the names of the girls involved in their own time period. The sooner he could get to them, the better. He had no faith in anyone's ability to not do something stupid behind his back. But that was just part of being a good principal, right? "Alright."
"I want names. Cotton, write down the names of who you've talked to. Descriptions at least. When the rest of you figure out who else is in this, you are to let them know what I said about unwanted attention. Then you come to me with a name. If I find out any of you have been keeping any more secrets from me, I'll make sure you regret it." He finished his sentence with a polite threat and a smile. Standing from his seat, Oscar straightened his tie and looked down at them. Even if he didn't look as serious as he hoped to come across, he was certain they would get the message. If they didn't, they would certainly suffer the consequences. He thought that he was being generous by protecting them from their own stupidity.
"Do we have an understanding, boys? Or would you like to stay in detention until curfew?"
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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Well, he'd accepted persona, so time-travelling letters couldn't be too far of a leap, and if they were going to push their luck, might as well push it all the way, right? Ezra scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "Uh, well. If you remember the 'haunted' mailboxes in the attic we left notes in? They kinda vanished, and... someone wrote back. So, we've been sending more notes, and getting replies back, and it turns out," he smiled despite himself, "that those replies are from the past, somehow. 1934, to be specific." Ezra turned to look at the others for confirmation, hoping that most of them had made contact with the past group. He hadn't spoken to anyone else about it, but there'd been signs up in the attic that quite a few correspondences were underway. "They've got personas, too. So, I guess you could say there are two groups of us. Whatever we are."
"As for the present... it seems that a few girls had something like this happen too. I couldn't tell you their names, though." Ezra rolled his eyes in thought, wondering if there was anything he was leaving out, before shrugging, marking the end to his little exposition. Unused to talking so much, he stepped back to lean against the wall in hopes that someone else would 'take the floor' from here.
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"Okay~," he said anyway. He held his hands in front of him and Djinn plopped down in them. It's round eyes continued to be trained on Oscar. I'm watching that one Djinn announced in Lester's head. Hey, you, are you listening to me? Oh whatever. With a loud crack and a pop and a burst of static Djinn disappeared into thin air. It seemed the little thing was trying to make more of a show of its existence.
"Uh huh," he said, nodding back at Ezra. "There are time travelling letters and people from a long time ago. And they're not ghosts. They don't like being called ghosts." He shook his head to emphasize the point.
"Ummm. I know some of the others who got all involved. The people who aren't here, I think everyone I've talked to are all girls." He paused, puzzling over whether or not he wanted to tell Oscar that Ama, Lilly and Heather had personae. He didn't know if there were any others, although by the sounds of it, it seemed there were.
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"I want names. Cotton, write down the names of who you've talked to. Descriptions at least. When the rest of you figure out who else is in this, you are to let them know what I said about unwanted attention. Then you come to me with a name. If I find out any of you have been keeping any more secrets from me, I'll make sure you regret it." He finished his sentence with a polite threat and a smile. Standing from his seat, Oscar straightened his tie and looked down at them. Even if he didn't look as serious as he hoped to come across, he was certain they would get the message. If they didn't, they would certainly suffer the consequences. He thought that he was being generous by protecting them from their own stupidity.
"Do we have an understanding, boys? Or would you like to stay in detention until curfew?"
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