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Who: Matthew
What: Curiosity killed the cat is how Matthew makes a living.
Where: Boys dorms, but eventually the rest of the campus.
When: Pretty much all day, (March 16th)
Warnings: If your dorm is unlocked he might steal some of your stuff. Or at least rearrange your belongings/furniture.
( Mmmmmm tastes like intro post. )
What: Curiosity killed the cat is how Matthew makes a living.
Where: Boys dorms, but eventually the rest of the campus.
When: Pretty much all day, (March 16th)
Warnings: If your dorm is unlocked he might steal some of your stuff. Or at least rearrange your belongings/furniture.
( Mmmmmm tastes like intro post. )
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Matthew addressed the man with a slight nod, a friendly smile already in place.]
Indeed I am. Would I be correct in guessing that you are to be one of my teachers?
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He briefly considers what title to call the man before him. He's clearly not a Lord, but prestigious enough.]
Ah, I see. I am Matthew. Please excuse my ignorance, but what exactly did you say you were a Professor of, sir?
[He lets some confusion show in his expression. There's no harm in that. He is here to learn after all.]
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No, absolutely terrible was an understatement to how he could describe it. It was a long story, you see, but having turned into an evil scientist hellbent on world destruction with mechanically-engineered creatures and remembering it was kind of a bad thing. Kind of.
So now he was skulking throughout the halls, getting work down and being generally low-faced.
That is, until he saw a man with some very other-worldly attire, or perhaps he should say old-worldly. His expression shifted from grump to amazement.
"... And here I thought I've seen every kind of crazy fashion sense out there."
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He gives Goose a look over, equally confused by the other's attire.]
You're not exactly dressed finely yourself.
[No gold trim, no jewelry, no other obvious signs of wealth. This man is clearly not an authority figure, no need for copious politeness.]
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[Ooooh, yes. He went there. He is very critical with ~fashion~. Fashion is IMPORTANTO.]
I like the hair, though. That's something you did right.
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[Said in his most condescending, fake concerning, sickeningly sweet voice. It even comes with a fake friendly shoulder pat.
He doesn't much care if you don't like his clothes, these are functional. Take off the cape, he blends in with forests, put the cape on, he blends in with enemies. Because enemy units always wear red.
What he does care about is that cocky, superior attitude this odd fellow is sporting. He lacks gold trim, no fancy armor or fancy crests, no jewelry. Clearly he's not a man of high stature, but he's acting like he is, and that ruffles Matthew the wrong way.]
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He listens carefully at the door, trying to hear any indications of movement. If there's someone in the room already he wouldn't want to enter it, but if it was unoccupied, or they happened to be asleep...
He'll cautiously crack the door open, then peer in silently, surveying the room.]
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While he was playing Peeping Tom, Lyn was hurrying back to her room. AND THERE WAS SOMEBODY THERE. Oh come on she was only gone for five minutes and--
HOLD ON. She knew that cape.]
... Matthew?
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He whirls around, snapping the door shut, and plasters on his biggest 'I'm completely innocent!' smile. When he sees who's there however, the expression becomes slightly more genuine.]
Lady Lyndis! [Customary bow.] What are you doing here?
[As much as he's glad to see an old friend, Lyn's presence kind of throws a wrench in his plans. He wasn't intending to let anyone know he was a spy, and if she goes around spreading knowledge of his trade around, he could find it exponentially harder to gather information.]
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