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]

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."