#firebrought

“alright, fifty punches coming your way.”

❛    ya know !  you’re supposed to be nice to people on their birthday !!  not beat them up !    ❜

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada has been dropped!

                                          Loud.

    The unspoken word twists within her throat with a pointed unfamiliarity, although still a shadow compared to the cruel cadence with which it manifested upon her arrival. What once she would have welcomed now made her quiet; unsettled her. A humorous thought, no doubt, had her audience been that of a different sort though no less worthy of consideration given her origin. Though few here would know of such. None, rather. The voices to drift beyond parted chamber doors belonged not to those of an artificial making but that of flesh, bone, sinew and blood.

        She had never been one to tip-toe around the obvious nor turn a blind eye to what lay blatantly before her vision. No explanation would ever suffice, none which she could ever accept as logical---though presume to be true a singular fact she would, with or without supporting reason: humanity thrived. Within the shades of gray of the tower that encased them, they thrived. Lived.

                         'Isn't it great, 2B?!'

        She can almost hear the overly cheerful voice of her Operator broadcasting through her Pod.

        Almost.

        Yet with lips unsmiling, the YoRHa android remained terrifyingly 'absent' in face of her current situation. She knew enough to obtain a general understanding. Enough to know what was expected of her. Enough to be given a purpose. Enough to... adapt, adjust, learn. To walk amongst those once tasked to protect, look upon the faces of those which she has been tasked to serve in a particularly special manner. Sooner than later, it would seem, for the approach of footsteps was perhaps louder than any given word to be spoken amidst the halls.

        Still, they earn no turn of her head, no true welcoming form of acknowledgment.

            ``This class isn’t ready to start yet. You have no reason to be here.``

        Behold, she to teach Defensive Studies.

        If only for an appointed hour.

But even fate must have their jests, and Gilgamesh doesn't mind that fate has decided the king must meet the other man now that Gilgamesh has written them off. Though he must say, he does not approve of having to meet the professor when they are acting the most useless by standing in his way ( and for the sake of... fixing their hair, it would seem? what a foolish man, he thinks ).

There is a wry expression on his face as he crosses his arms in front of him before he finally decides to speak. "You are perhaps the first I've met who cares so much for their looks so much that you would stop in front of a door before you enter it for the sake of your hair of all things."

There was a bit of commotion from the kitchen, perhaps a bit too early in the morning for there to be any commotion in the kitchen. The source wasn’t even immediately obvious unless one was really looking for the small kitten that dashed out of the cafeteria with the closest looking thing to a fish that it could find. 

Once she had cleared the door way, she shifted forms in a burst of smoke before a teenage girl dashed out, the fish clutched in her mouth. She started to dash away to safety--probably her first class--where she could enjoy her meal before the day got started. 

However, she wasn’t expecting to run into a teacher so soon and she froze in her tracks. “Nya?!” she exclaimed, screeching to a halt. In the process, she lost her meal and had to make a quick grab for it to save it from the floor. She hurriedly looked around, trying to form some sort of excuse.