Bloody Mess [Open]

That wasn’t…. “…” Yes, they clearly had different opinions on how severe of a handling this situation was in need of. While he understood her point, this was not some random part of the world, out in the wilds, where you could do whatever you wanted, without any sort of consequence looming over you. The school may be in favor of teaching its students how to battle, but as far as he was aware, harassment that could endanger someone’s life was not allowed here, simply by rules of conduct. Idiots who swallowed the hook without thinking and thought they could do things like that were only risking getting themselves in trouble, and potentially expelled. How many would actually be dumb enough to want that, just for the chance at hurting a person? Besides, not everyone here was a bigoted fuck either, considering living amongst a multitude of different races was a daily matter, so likely, most people wouldn’t even listen to such suggestions for real.

That, and she was making assumptions quite quickly based just on the few things he said about what he thought of this. He’d shake his head, offering her a wry smile. “Well….just because your experience is somewhat different from mine, or we have differing opinions on how to deal with such matters, I assure you it doesn’t mean I don’t know what people are capable of.” Maybe show would work better instead of tell? Not like he had a problem with people being aware or anything either way. Turning towards her, he’d partially take of his shirt, showing her the scars that spanned across his upper body. It wouldn’t have been in sight before as the shoulder he had injured this time was on the other side. Regardless, the quite thick, jagged scars gave the impression of having been carved through with something fairly large, or at least something equally as bad. And it had to be quite the something, if despite his ability to heal back up over time due to his species, it still left scars that did not heal properly.



“Trust me, I have a very good idea.” It was far from a pleasant one to think about, but it was what it was. He’d huff faintly as he worked on fixing his attire back up afterwards. “I can see where you’re coming from…however, I say what I say because of the current circumstances at hand. We’re not in a rule-free, random location in the world, worrying about some tribe members potentially thinking someone is good prey due to stupid rumors. This is a school. Do you really believe there would be many who bite such an offer from a pair of coward nobodies, knowing that it could get them expelled for breaking the student behavior conducts? Only dumbasses who lack braincells would think injuring someone heavily was worth getting kicked out if they were reported, or even worse, straight up caught doing it. If actions like that were freely allowed here, this school would burn itself down quite quickly, I’d say. Even if the consequence isn’t me scaring them to all hell, it isn’t as if there is no backlash to such behavior. And if they try to follow me elsewhere? It would still be hard to hide what happened in the end.” He could take it upon himself to dish out some pain, but it also wasn’t a matter or do or die. It wasn’t that he was entirely passive….he was simply more reactive than proactive. If it became a serious problem right in his face, he’d do all he could to stomp it out but as it was, there was no guarantee of anything, really. It was like going on a search for cockroaches to eradicate, when there was no proof they were even really there and a problem. Though yes, it was a valid option, but not one he would participate in often. Guess today was a bit of an exception…

“Perhaps. Or I could wait and pretend I forgot I had it in the end and not give it back once we’re done.” It wasn’t as much playing as it was about coming up with a strategy. Run right away, or casually try to leave with it once things were settled? Both ways could work after all. Not that he was actually trying to of course. Just speculating here. Leaving it at that, he would make his way out, casting a brief glance at the man there. Nyx seemed to know him, and he almost wanted to question, but he’d shrug it off for the time being. There were more important things at hand to focus on right now. He’d chuckle faintly at her grumbles. “No need to worry. I can do it. I remember their scent since they got close to me back there, and I am part ‘dog’ after all. Tracking shouldn’t be too hard.” A little tricky maybe, due to the multitude of different scents in the air, left by all the different students who passed through these halls, but it was not an impossible task. Pausing for a little while to focus, he’d eventually point towards the hallway that seemed to be leading towards the outside of the building. “Looks like they decided to flee the place entirely.” Not too surprising, and even less so considering it’s already been a while since the incident now.