smash_logs | herei come snep run over your pokmens

Who: Kieran, Captain Falcon, the medbay squad, and YOU
What: Some idiot deer gets hit by a car and proceeds to moron it up all over the joint.
Where: Directly outside the school, then in the infirmary, then EVERYWHERE
When: Thursday, March 8
Warnings: Deer Xing

What was this place?

Kieran had never before left the comforting embrace of the forest. To see the trees entirely absent, replaced by these strange, perfectly rectangular... caves? It was... disquieting. The paths were full of those peculiar two-legged creatures, casting him odd stares and jostling against him as they hurried to wherever their destination was. It was so different from the forest in every single way... a part of Kieran couldn't help but wonder if someone he had wandered right out of the mortal realm entirely. It was starting to make him nervous; he felt oddly exposed without the cover of the trees all around him.

He... he needed to get out of here. Wherever this was, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his way out of the crowded sidewalk, bounded out into the road. His hooves scrabbled for purchase on the oddly smooth surface, but if there was one thing Kieran could do, it was run.

[OOC: I am setting aside a thread for WHUMP, CARFACE and also one for the infirmary. For the rest of the log, Kieran will be exploring this wondrous magical place called the school. Feel free to post your character anywhere -- cafeteria, dorms, in the shower -- and Kieran will just... butt on in to say hello.]

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This guy. Seriously? Seriously? Was he just messing with him?

"It's called a 'workout facility.' I'd think it speaks for itself," he answered, giving a slight roll of the eyes.

"Then that must mean yes." Really, Kieran? Gosh, you're a sharp one. He crossed over to where Byrne had been peacefully working out and sat down, staring intently.

"I'm going to observe, okay? That seems like the best way to learn."

Byrne gave a curt nod at the kid. Okay, he could observe quietly, if he really wanted to. But no more stupid questions or bothering him, because that would really annoy him.

So, then he resumed working out. ~~Wow I am sorry for this tag being really boring.~~

Kieran? Bothering people with stupid questions? Perish the thought.

"Spirit, what is the purpose of this working out? It looks awfully repetitive to me!"

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

Why the hell was this kid calling him Spirit? Byrne hadn't registered it at first, but now he started to become suspicious. Did this guy know of his connection, or former connection to the Spirits of Good? No, he didn't want that to catch up with him here.

"Why are you calling me Spirit?" he grunted, putting down one of his weights.

"Because that's what you are, isn't it?" That seemed quite obvious to Kieran. Of course there would be spirits dwelling in the divine realm, right?

Maybe this guy was using the word "Spirit" in an unrelated sense. But still, just hearing him refer to Byrne as such made his heart immediately jump in a painful way. He didn't think anyone here knew anything about his past, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"No," he said icily, "I am nothing of the sort."

Because the Spirits wouldn't give him what he wanted. He refused to associate with them at all, much less conform to his designation of being their "servant."

It was a little funny: this whole "not actually a spirit" thing was a mistake that Kieran had made quite a few times by this point. Most of the reactions tended toward confusion or amusement. This might have been the first time someone had looked so upset about it!

"Oh, I'm sorry! What sort of creature are you, then?"

What was he supposed to answer? Byrne refused to be associated with humans, but he looked enough like them. But he didn't want people to know what he truly was.

"It's none of your concern," he answered in the same icy tone.

"I think it's absolutely my concern! What am I supposed to call you if I can't tell what you are?" Kieran replied brightly.

He looked back at Kieran and simply said, "Call me Byrne."

Then he resumed working out, attempting to do so even with Kieran's questions.

"Oh. Byrne it is, then!"

Kieran waited expectantly for a bit, but alas: silence. Finally, he piped up once again.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm called?"

Without looking at the boy, he simply grunted, "No."

Because he really didn't care. At all. Especially not about a kid who was making his workout more annoying.

"I guess I'll have to tell you myself, then," Kieran helpfully volunteered, completely failing to take a hint. "It's Kieran."

Byrne said nothing in response, because once again, he did not care. At all. He pretty much just ignored the kid.

herei come snep run over your pokmens

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gshdhsd I'm so sorry for the boring tags