[center][h3]The Hall Monitor[/h3][/center]

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[center][h3][i]Day 2, After Lunchtime[/i][/h3][/center]
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The Hall Monitor was about to pull the reports off of the clipboard and slide them through the mail slot when he saw a Native American woman coming at him, finger pointed at the clipboard. She seemed to be very much out of breath, and was actively trying to talk to him. He couldn't hear a thing she said, though, and it briefly crossed his mind that [i]maybe[/i] he should take off the headphones. The headphones fell off of his head on their own, though, when a puff of air jerked them up and forwards.

[color=yellow]"...one of these reports."[/color]

[i]Run. Don't confront.[/i] The words of the club president echoed through his head as he realized that the woman was trying to talk to him about Hall Monitor business. Usually confrontations turned nasty very quickly, on account of people generally disliking being spied upon. He nervously backed away and tried to turn and run, but his feet never made contact with the ground, and he very nearly faceplanted into the floor. Running wasn't an option, apparently. Confrontation it was. He rolled himself over to look at his assailant.

Brunhilde had arrived a minute after Saqui, having been led along the hallways by the energized scent of tampered-with air that Saqui had left behind in her attempts to ease the chase. The fellow air user had apparently found her mark and was in the middle of trying to interrogate the kid, whom Brunhilde had stopped from running using what anyone who had been present at the time would have recognized as the same trick Avarius had used on her the previous morning. An inch thick pad of air was nigh impossible to get any traction on regardless of one's choice of footwear, after all.

[color=8493ca]"We're here about an incident that happened yesterday."[/color]

[i]Oh shit.[/i] That confirmed it. He was about to be the victim of a revenge-beating, like in those horror stories the President had told him. But he still had a job to do. He threw himself towards the classroom and crammed the entire clipboard through the mail slot to the right of the door, incident reports and all, where it got stuck on the clipboard's metal clamp and loosely flopped about, halfway in and halfway out of the Fire classroom. In the same motion, he threw up a hand, slinging a ball of glowing red and black liquid towards Saqui, whom he assumed to be his attacker. Some droplets of the liquid flew from his now-blackened hand and landed upon the floor, where they burned the vinyl tiles and quickly solidified into beads of obsidian. At this angle, a large pouch leaking sand and pebbles everywhere could be seen hanging around his waist. He appeared to be absolutely terrified.

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