Absul prowled the tables of the cafeteria. It was the easiest way to describe what he was doing. Hand on Yotō-hō, posture stock straight and his gait nothing less than the practised step of a military man, Absul breathed in the air gently. He could smell the delinquency that radiated from parts of the room. Namely from the group known as the “Sheer Heart Attacks”. Absul’s tongue played with the lip ring as he moved slowly and with methodical practice. Hushed whispers from the tables he walked by ushered his movements. Everyone knew about Absul’s ‘sense’, and his ruthless loyalty to both his Committee Head and the President. 

“Quiet, The Hound is close” came a gentle whisper of fear from a group that bordered on delinquency. Absul’s piercing emerald eyes shot towards the group. His thumb pressed gently against the tsuba of his blade, the sharp sound of the blade unsheathing was enough to silence the whispering delinquents. Absul looked up to the table that held the Science Club, the raven haired man giving a short nod to the Club Head before continuing on his patrol. Absul liked things to exist in black and white, of the student council few saw this; but in Kaito, Ray and his own Club Head…he had found men that shared his need and compulsion for order. Absul’s fingers began to tap against his blades tsuka, a simply repetitive thrumming. One two three four one two three four. The pattern engrained in his mind, the sound of a metronome. 

As the PA system blared to life, Absul’s mind wrenched. He could feel a large pull out of the cafeteria and towards the Stadium. He closed his eyes slowly, the blackness that hid behind his eyelids igniting with his read of the land. Delinquents blazed in the blackness as thick red pillars of flame. Loyalists were bright blue pillars of light. The rest in between, the Trash, were weak lights of varying colours. Absul saw to gouts of flames moving towards the brightest blue light. The president. Absul bit his tongue, copper washing over his taste buds before he gripped his katana and shot out of the cafeteria. He was pulled towards what seemed like a coming fight. He arrived quickly before a girl with a baseball bat and a red headed man. 

Unsheathing Yotō-hō, Absul stood before the two. He pointed his blade at them and gave a short smile “Fujikowa Eiko, Lloyd Cumberbatch” he said gently, his voice soft as the wind slowly began to pick up “I suggest you rethink this course of action” he fell into a simple fighting stance, an index and middle finger wiping slowly up the blade before he held it in front of him “I will not be held responsible for any injuries or death.”