Insane Academy

Loups sighs again, and he clenches and unclenches his hand. Anyone who looked would notice they had turned an almost pure white color, skin turning back to pink at the wrist. "Another issue to resolve. Terrific."

"Oh come now, dear, no one ends up here unless they're supposed to, you know!" Meelan grins at Loup.

The man, seeming rather young, stands up, glancing at Amanda. "That was rather expedient. Thanks doll. " he smiles in a friendly manner. Then turns to Loup, grimacing, then looking at Meelan, and blinking a few times, then looks at the school and his eyes widen.

As he looks at Loup, a person unfamiliar with his nature would wonder at the actions and attitudes of him, as he appears to be seventeen.

"I just wish you would allow me more selectivity on my students, Britas."

"He's old enough to be a teacher, if he wants, dear. Not everyone in this school is a student." While Meelan speaks, Amanda sneaks closer to the guy, whispering, "Follow me if you want to just skip the conversation...."

His mouth opens, then closes as he nods and whispers. "I'm yours, take me where you please."

Amanda grabs his arm, dragging him off towards the school.

He wears a bit of a silly grin as he's dragged off. "All of this from one torpedo pod. Definitely the smell of adventure." He says this with an excited tone of voice Though there are burns on his neck and blood stains on his shirt at the back.

Amanda muses softly to herself, "Do we have a nurse? I don't remember..."

Loup notices, but says nothing, sighing as he prepares for another standoff.

"I have had a great many people beg me to teach them. Yet still you demand I teach everyone. It is highly ridiculous. I am a selective man."

Loup glances at the young man's injuries as he flees, and the young man feels a small warmth as his skin returns to normal.

"The school gives the students their specific schedules for a reason, dear..."

"Eep! Who touched me! Oh..." He laughs as he feels his neck and back and voila, best pain reliever ever.

"...You know, I actually never have met our boss... Or a headmaster... Or a principal..."

Zorvan wakes up and pops up right behind the ghost. "Now now, miss! I suspect you shouldn't be dragging him away from those in charge, now should you?" He says, very serious for a few seconds. Then he laughs. "I'm joking, where are we going? I'm Zorvan, I'm the history teacher here." he says, holding a hand out to the new man.

Amanda bounces a little. "Zorvy! Zorvy, do we have a nurse here? i don't remamber!"

"Teacher?... History? This is a school?" He sounds amazed, and eagerly takes Zorvan's hand and grips it firmly, but doesn't shake it. "I don't feel badly anymore miss..." He smiles at Amanda.

"Huh? Oh! Okay!" Amanda releases his hand, smiling.

Zorvan shakes his hand enthusiastically. "Yes, this is a great school!" He reaches into his cloak, smiling. "Would you like something from the dimension of Ice Cream Delight? I brought extra!" If one were to take a glance at the cloak from, say, in front of Zorvan, one would see mounds upon mounds of ice cream, stretching back as far as the eye can see.

"Ice cream? Can I have some? Pleeeease?" Amanda looks up at Zorvan eagerly.

"Oh nah, I'd prefer an apple if you have one. Wow, you all speak English.... where am I?" He sounds not terribly bothered. Maybe noticeably confused, but not disturbed.

He looks around with a curious glint in his eyes. "A school..."

((Amanda dragged him away from Meelan and Loup, remember?))