☆ 005, action, OTA
[Crap.
CRAP.
He had felt the sudden appearence of the Mist before he heard the communicator... which he prompty disintagrated with a quick spell. Ugh. Evil, iron, thing.
Puck was well aware fae magic had no affect on the Mist... heck, if Oberon couldn't figure it out, no being of the Third Race could. He was defenseless, which was something he didn't take lightly. And it was something that he would not openly reveal. No, he put on his facade, calm but urgent, the slightest touch of forced amusement for the sakes of those around him.
Those around him. His students. His precious pupils. They hold more weight in importance to him than the other citizens of the school. He had to find them and make sure they were ok. They would be his first priority. Sure, he had found a few along the way, but he would make sure to head back to them in a bit. He felt it was his duty to keep them as positive as possible, and to keep them away from anything he knew for a fact he would not be able to save them from. They were his commodity, for lack of a better word. They were his students. His fae greed needed them in his life. And you know what? He liked all of his students... they ALL caught his fancy. Before coming here, he would have never surmised that was even possible.
So off Puck goes, anxiety burried beneath his well-practiced mask, searching all the buildings, teleporting to anf from the far off ones, floor by floor, room by room, for his students. And who knows who else he'll find along the way.
In other words, IF YOU ARE PUCK'S STUDENT, PLEASE REPLY HERE. THE POOR FAE'S FREAKING OUT HERE.]
CRAP.
He had felt the sudden appearence of the Mist before he heard the communicator... which he prompty disintagrated with a quick spell. Ugh. Evil, iron, thing.
Puck was well aware fae magic had no affect on the Mist... heck, if Oberon couldn't figure it out, no being of the Third Race could. He was defenseless, which was something he didn't take lightly. And it was something that he would not openly reveal. No, he put on his facade, calm but urgent, the slightest touch of forced amusement for the sakes of those around him.
Those around him. His students. His precious pupils. They hold more weight in importance to him than the other citizens of the school. He had to find them and make sure they were ok. They would be his first priority. Sure, he had found a few along the way, but he would make sure to head back to them in a bit. He felt it was his duty to keep them as positive as possible, and to keep them away from anything he knew for a fact he would not be able to save them from. They were his commodity, for lack of a better word. They were his students. His fae greed needed them in his life. And you know what? He liked all of his students... they ALL caught his fancy. Before coming here, he would have never surmised that was even possible.
So off Puck goes, anxiety burried beneath his well-practiced mask, searching all the buildings, teleporting to anf from the far off ones, floor by floor, room by room, for his students. And who knows who else he'll find along the way.
In other words, IF YOU ARE PUCK'S STUDENT, PLEASE REPLY HERE. THE POOR FAE'S FREAKING OUT HERE.]