Augustus Colonel


Gus' appetite had gone from ravenous pack of feral wolves to something along the lines of a tortoise. Nervous and a tiny bit shy, he simply sat in his seat with both hands neatly in front of him shifting his eyes between the mound of food he now feared would go to waste and the two girls idly chatting. It wasn't until Brunhilde showed the tattoo that his interest was peaked and diverted almost entirely from the more base urges of 'grab food tray and slowly walk away'. As the son of a medical practitioner and a blood student, Augustus Colonel was dedicated to not only his own body and minds well being but that of others. Amnesia was often caused by brain damage but looking at Brunhilde making her sketches and writing in the book he quickly surmised this might be something she had been living with either her whole life or very early in her youth. Habitually writing down her experiences was one way of controlling her issue and fixing the neural pathways of the mind, even if only slightly. Though she could not likely remember events that occurred she had likely forcibly trained her mind to instinctively reach for and record everything she saw or said in some way. 
Based on the unflattering portrait he could only surmise was himself, Gus figured her notebook was how she coped.

It wasn't until the little writer responded to the other girl, then asked for information that he snapped out of his trance.

[color=9e0b0f]"I was raised in the city area near here but this is my first time being allowed in the schoolgrounds. Names Augustus Colonel, first year blood element. Technically I'm the uh... schools junior nurse.."[/color]

For whatever reason that the big man could not clearly identify, stating that was more than a little embarrassing.