[@Themerlinhawk][@Caits]
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[color=Lightblue]Barachiel[/color]
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The Academy~Afternoon
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Barachiel chuckled at the student on the ground. [color=lightblue]"Never underestimate your opponent"[/color] The girl huffed and stood. She looked exceedingly frustrated at the currently bare chested angel. He tilted his head and watched as she made her next move. She charged him and he moved almost elegantly away and smacked her with a wing. [color=lightblue]"Do not be so predictable"[/color] The girl seemed to growl at him and this time managed to pretend she was about to lunge but instead kicked his legs out from him. She then held the blunt practice sword at his throat and seemed quite proud of herself. Then she managed to finally realize she was on [i]top of him[/i]...and blushed hard. 

A chuckle echoed from him as the girl seemed paralyzed and he gently flipped her off of him. [color=lightblue]"Much better."[/color] She nodded and gathered her things before scurrying off. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair causing rainbows of color to dance through the strands. He scooped up his shirt and started wandering, his white combat boots not making a sound as he moved. He had to admit he did favor the academy and the surrounding area to the rest of his region...though his duty made him impartial. 

As he walked throngs of students parted. A few whispered others started at his wings. Nothing he was not used to by now. He then paused. [i]Piano[/i] A small smile played on his lips and he followed the sound like a cat stalking a mouse. He paused by the ballroom spotting a girl in the entrance way. A girl...with a harp. He silently slipped behind her and studied the case. A small one, but it must be a special harp. Especially considering where he was most likely this was a magic harp. He then blinked when she spoke...this one was an awkward one.

 His wings folded more neatly as he looked over the girl at the man playing the piano. He recognized him, but like many cases he never really interacted. You would think someone oozing this much power would actually interact with those around him more and maybe even know the names of the pupils he helped, but he acted more like a cat. There, but more as a presence. He continued to stand...his 6 foot 4 self almost looming behind the girl...and watch to see what would happen.