Zombehs — Roleplayer Guild

Runik Brandt
Evidently with the school’s head nurse on the scene the answer was not very long as she quickly took a look at the fallen teacher. His attention was drawn elsewhere and settled on the redhead who seemed about to cut loose if there was enough ambient mana to raise her hair. His eyes flicked back to the unconscious Mr.Wick given an update on his status by Ms. Rollanda seemed to the cause of the redhead’s sudden calm and a curious hum escaped his lips. 

It only took a few moments of the Headmaster’s voice to sour his mood, and he snacked furiously as a distraction. It pushed down the urge to gag at the least until the man reached topics that actually called for his attention. The Magus Games were a nice opportunity to cut loose he supposed. Too young to participate the last time they had been held… or something like that, his memory wasn’t too clear. His fingers brushed against flakes of chocolate and salt, and to his disappointment Runik realized he’d polished off the bag of trail mix already. With a grumble he scrunched the empty bag back into a pocket, hand freezing as the Headmaster stunned the room into silence with the bombshell.

His attention went to the young girl’s outburst amidst the dead silence before he focused on his own thoughts. Anyone who wasn’t an idiot knew who Baphel was, plenty knew about the Eye of Baphel, and Runik guessed that its new owner was the Heir mentioned. A glance back up towards the stage and a scowl took over his expression as he watched the Headmaster continue happily along. Would the bastard out the Heir’s existence without the student’s consent or knowledge? Probably. 

Naturally once the speech came to a close and the Headmaster disappeared, there was almost a riot in the classroom. Plenty of people vied for the center of attention, tension skyrocketed, and Runik gave the room a quick scan. Red eyes met purple for a moment and he offered the like-minded girl a small nod before he moved on. While he couldn’t deny curiosity to the Heir’s identity, Runik had no intention to join the “witch hunt” their “Headmaster” had started. Well assuming of course the Heir and Headmaster hadn’t already reached some sort of accord. A game where the pieces had agreed to their roles was quite a different story after all. 

As things continued to escalate Runik was content to simply weather the brewing storm. Until Mr. Kuruz actually brewed up a storm within the room and struck down the most aggressive students. Of course he had to then go and say something to ruin any sort of impression he might have left. “Oh wow teach, I’m sure everyone was just wondering which of the teachers looked the weakest,” he called back out to the front, his voice managing to cut through the commotion. Then again he was used to having to shout over the sound of a battle, so a bunch of posturing wasn’t that bad in comparison. 

He fell quiet after that quick remark even if his tattoos glowed faintly in anticipation. As much as he wanted to announce his intentions, Runik was able to control himself. He was strong, no doubt about that, but there were others his equal and numbers could do just as well as individual skill. Those that couldn’t face him in the open might just be as content to slip a dagger in his back as well if he made himself known, so for now he sat and remained silent.
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