Room 325, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on.

Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.

He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.

The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.

[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]

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[brat_inslayage]

Unsurprisingly to maybe anyone who had ever met her, Kennedy was chomping at the bit for something to do, or more specifically something to do that didn't involve hitting her friends (and finding out they were demons, but that part was applicable even outside of this situation) because you couldn't hit fog, damn it. A couple of further calls to her Watcher hadn't dug up anything even remotely useful to the situation, and that contributed to her, uh, mood.

She could have replied to the text, but actually barging over to Arthur's room burned some of that restless energy, so there she was, pounding on the door.

[bitchprince]

The door was open, but what with someone who wasn't one of his nearest-and-dearest pounding on it, Arthur couldn't find it in him to do anything but tell her, "Enter," like she was requesting an audience.

You'd think that would've been hammered out of him after a year and a half of Fandom, but you'd be wrong.

[brat_inslayage]

Nah, that actually made it easier. It annoyed Kennedy just enough to not breeze in like she had every right to be there, even though if you asked her, she did.

"So, Reserves leader guy," she started without so much as a hello, "do we have anything that's starting to look plan-shaped?" She did not in any way mean to imply she was sick of not having anything to hit, but it was evident anyway.

[bitchprince]

Hey, Arthur had invented the 'every-right-to-be-here' breeze. She'd best pay her respects in that regard.

"Our plan is to see if the researchers come up with something," Arthur said, picking up on the conversation like he did have every right to comment upon it, thank you for recognizing that fact, Kennedy, you would've looked very silly if you hadn't. "There's very little point in spending all of our time hunting these creatures down in the fog when the fog is our main problem, so barring that, I'd very much like to know wherever it is these creatures are holing up."

He rolled his shoulder to loosen it up. "I'd also like to keep them from getting onto the school grounds," he continued, because he had sensed that restlessness, thanks. "So if you have the time, find a companion, preferably someone with powers, get some masks and patrol the grounds. Take your pick."

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy was completely outclassed on entitlement here, too, but see if that was going to stop her anyway.

...oh, and he had to bring the powers thing up, huh? Her jaw twitched, but she nodded. Masks, ew, not sexy, but better than going crazy, right? "Yeah, sure. But when we find out what's causing the fog, we get to hit it too, right? If it's, you know. Hittable."

[bitchprince]

It must be that he was getting old, or something, because that remark just made him grin.

In some ways, she was just an overeager young knight with breasts, wasn't she?

"I would say," Arthur said, "That if whatever is responsible for this is hittable, we should hit it with impunity."

[brat_inslayage]

Hey. Hey, the anatomy had nothing to do with it, thank you very much, and god help everyone if Kennedy ever got put in a position of training other Potential Slayers someday and took a page out of your book, Arthur.

"Awesome," Kennedy decided. "Also, hard, and a lot. We'll find out, right? Soon as the brainiac crew gives us a lead to go by?"

[bitchprince]

... It was probably better that Arthur not share with the class any vague thoughts that were starting to form re: Kennedy and the reserves.

Maybe medieval sexism would wind up being good for something?

"As soon as that," he agreed, "Or as soon as we manage to ferret out wherever these things are coming from. I'm not just going to stand here and bank on research."

[brat_inslayage]

It just might. Who knew? (Katchoo probably wouldn't believe that, though.)

"Necessary," Kennedy agreed with no small amount of grudging, "but boring. So, meantime, I'll get to work on that patrol thing. Something to do is better than nothing."

[[whee, headaches make for crappy tags from me. -_-]]

[bitchprince]

Arthur gave her a nod. "Keep me abreast of developments over the phone," he said. "The last thing we need is to go scattering about again."