"Neither of us saw where they disappeared to," Sebastian continued smoothly from Arowen's story. "And their face was covered. Seemed they didn't want anyone to figure out who they were." He saw Arowen's look, returning it a moment before going back to a cool poker face.
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"Really? Interesting." The headmaster seemed oblivious to the looks they were exchanging. "Well, I must thank them someday. I wonder who they were…" he frowned. "What of the students? Are they okay?"
"The students are fine. As far as I can tell, they were just knocked out, and no other hard came to them." Sebastian was standing straight, hands behind his back. He looked very… Soldier like, with his demeanor.
"Where are they now?" The headmaster looked worried.
"They're fine, sir," Arowen said, glancing at Sebastian out of the corner of her eye and raising a brow. "We brought them into the common room. They'll be fine there, until they wake up."
"Excellent, excellent." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I must thank you two.''
"There's no need to, sir. I, personally, need no thanks. I was just doing what was needed of me." Sebastian didn't even bother with Arowen's glance. He was doing what he was comfortable with.
"I didn't do anything," Arowen said, shrugging. "So don't thank me."
It was true. Eris had done all the work, not her.
After the headmaster dismissed them, she left the office in a hurry, trying to hold back the giggles that threatened to spill out of her.
Sebastian nodded to the headmaster when dismissed, walking out with Arowen.
"What's so funny?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't find anything about the situation funny, not at all.
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"Nothing." Arowen composed herself. He was just so serious… she shook her head. At least now she knew about his weapon. He did have a level Red weapon, although why he didn't just tell anyone, she didn't know. Then again, there was the problem with her familiar… "It's nothing."
Sebastian raised his eyebrow again.
"Alright then." He walked quietly, thinking. "Why was it you were so interested in my weapon before?"
Arowen hesitated for a moment. Should she tell him? Finally, she opted for the simplest, and mostly true answer. "Because I've never seen one before. There hasn't been a Red level anything for centuries, so I wanted to see if I was the only one." She gave a wry smile. "There are forces in this world that would love to use our creatures and weapons for themselves, for their own gains." This was true, but then again, not the whole truth.
Sebastian nodded.
"It's why I didn't give my name when my weapon was tested. The people who would want to use us…" he shrugged a little.
"Though, it does make one wonder why two reds, one of each, have appeared now of all times. And end up in the same school to boot."
"I would say fate, but that sounds cheesy and stupid, and frankly, I don't believe in fate. That's just for freaks." Arowen shrugged.
"Probably just a coincidence. Maybe there are many other level Reds like us, who just haven't given their name."
Sebastian thought a moment over what Arowen had said.
"There might be others," he agreed. "And fate seems to just be an excuse to me." They were close to the hall, we're some faculty had arrived to take care of the unconscious students.
"It does," Arowen agreed. "Some people just think that the world is all nice and dandy, and that karma exists, or something like that." She rolled her eyes.
She glanced at the bodies of the sleeping students on the floor and sighed. "Oh, the poor fools."
"It's not their fault they're weak." Sebastian said this carelessly, not bothered by it. It was cold, calculated. Like so much of him. He knelt, checking on a couple of them.
“It might be, though,” Arowen said, leaning against the wall to watch him. “I have a theory that the amount of power you have is based on your will, how strong your willpower is. I have yet to prove it, and I don’t think it’s that possible, but you never know.”
"Really?" Sebastian said, interest piqued. He stood. "It seems like a good theory." He smiled a bit thinking about it. It would make sense.
"Really?" Arowen was surprised that someone was actually taking interest in her ideas. Usually, they would laugh and shake their heads.
"So, do you think we should draw on their faces?" She asked, motioning to the sleeping classmates.
Sebastian nodded to the first question, thinking on the second.
"Let's," he said, a little mischievous grin forming. It almost seemed out of character with how he'd been acting so far. He pulled out a market, notably permanent, offering it to Arowen.
Arowen blinked in surprise for a moment, startled that he'd acted so free, and then grinned, taking the marker from him and uncapping it. "What should we draw, then?" She asked, laughing. "Because I can't draw at all, just to warn you."
"Anything would be good. So long as it's embarrassing." Sebastian knelt down next to a student, preceding to draw a crude dick near their mouth. He laughed heartily. "Anything at all!"
"So… a vacuum?" Arowen snorted. "I'll be sure to put as many terrible things as I can on them." She drew boobs on one of the nerdy guys' cheeks.
Sebastian snorted a bit. He moved on, drawing more vulgar images on several of the students.
"You know, you're a fun person," Sebastian said, finishing his masterpiece of… A very sexual scene on a girl's forehead to accentuate how large it was.