Appearance of Sin [OPEN / INCOMPLETE]

[jardin_npcs]

Characters: Dorian Gray, whoever.
Location: Campus, dormitory garden.
Time: October 3rd, late morning and continued.
Summary: Dorian decides to introduce himself to students by drinking tea in their garden.

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[finalvictory]

About halfway during Dorian's first sip, someone sinks into a chair on the other side of the table. He appeared in a flurry of white (his labcoat, his shirt, his pants, his beret), but settles down easily once he's sat down.

Komui lets out a long-suffering sigh, then perks up and pours himself a cup of tea.

"What a day, eh?"

[jardin_npcs]

The blonde gentleman across the table breaks his attention away from the teacup and, after observing Komui for several long moments, offers a friendly smile. The affectionate, slightly invasive, kind of friendly one would expect from someone who knew you for many years.

"Already tired, Professor Lee?" He purrs softly, the edge of the cup still pressed against his lower lip. "The day didn't even start yet."

[finalvictory]

Komui notices, of course, and files away all information about the new teacher without commenting or showing anything.

"For you, maybe! For me, I worked out several genius ideas while you were safely sleeping the night away, Professor Gray," he chips, sipping his tea. He'd rather have coffee, of course, but he doesn't think he'd find any coffee in the vicinity of the art teacher.

[jardin_npcs]

Of course, Dorian expects him to do that... Not that it matters. This is, in the end, a one-sided game. He already has all the trump cards in his hands.

"Really now," he announces with what sounds like genuine surprise, if only because of how overdone it is. "Perhaps you could share a few of them."

[fussyhousewife]

Once Niko had settled into his residence, he'd decided to walk the grounds, in order to try to get a better feel for the academy. It's a beautiful place, and he has no doubt that despite the strangeness surrounding it, there are far worse places he could be.

Eventually, the scent of tea draws him into the garden--an already welcoming place made more so by the host nearby. The strength of his presence, combined with the feeling of temptation surrounding him, mean that Niko's instincts don't like this one bit--but there's still something incredibly magnetic about him.

The man's charisma overcomes his misgivings, and he draws near, pours himself a cup of tea, and turns to him with a polite smile. "Excuse me, I don't believe we've met..."

[jardin_npcs]

Dorian smiled brightly in response, not surprised in the least by this kind of action. It was easy to act casual in his presence, perhaps that easy. He enjoyed that relaxing presence about him, for it hid much of his actual feelings and intentions. It left him free to act as he wished without facing the burden of social scorn.

"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history."

No matter what happened in his life, those words remained true in the end.

"It's of no surprise, as I'm quite new to this place," he spoke in a soft, friendly voice that sounded not unlike a purr. His hand made a simple gesture as he bowed in his place in what felt like a greeting. "I am Dorian Gray. The new professor of fine arts."

[fussyhousewife]

The gesture, being polite rather than over-friendly, set Niko a little more at ease, and he offered a small bow in return. "Niko Siannis, the new sociology professor. It's nice to meet you."

He settled into a chair, crossing his legs neatly and resting his hands in his lap, and took a moment to admire the garden. "This is a lovely place, isn't it?" Perhaps, with everything else going on, his instincts were simply on the fritz...

[jardin_npcs]

"Sociology. A fine science, that," Dorian commented in an off-handed manner, his voice a contradicting mixture of apathy and curiosity. He did enjoy the field, but his mind was nowhere near a scientific discussion right now. Too much effort for such a day.

"A pleasure to meet you, professor," he spoke as he leaned back onto the bench and wrapped his second hand around the cup. "It is a gorgeous place, is it not? The students here are quite fortunate to have received such a garden."

[shackledskies]

She had just returned from the arena, the sword they had given her stashed under her bed in her room but the ring remained in her pocket, her hand holding it there. Lenalee frowned as she considered it. pressing her lips together in deep contemplation. It was... a duel sword, wasn't it? She was a Duelist, the one who would fight. Her eyes flickered to her hand as she drew it out of her pocket, the ring sitting in the middle of her palm. She sighed, unsure what to say or do

[jardin_npcs]

Dorian rose a bit in his seat, the curve of his neck turned almost smooth from him raising his head, as he observed the girl. She was a pleasant sight in a trivial place like this one, even if he cared little for her sense of fashion. So much black, on a pleasant day like this? She looked as if she was in mourning. Not a pleasant sight.

Of course, it meant that he needed to work on her like he intended to work on everyone else here.

"You didn't disturb me in the slightest, miss," he spoke as he offered her one of his kindest, most charismatic smiles. His hand rose to demonstrate the teacup held in it. "Please, do join me for a cup of tea if you so desire."

[shackledskies]

She was a bit hesitant at first. It wasn't because of his smile - she hardly took notice if there was some underlying emotion behind it. It was more out of courtesy. Even if the gentleman had insisted that she was no bother at all, inviting her even, she still had apprehensions regarding joining him. He was having a quiet time after all, until she came by. Still, another side of her argued back, reminding her how rude it was to decline an offer as well.

"Oh, but..."

Lenalee sighed, a bit torn. He seemed like a nice person anyway, someone of authority in the school. A teacher perhaps, but she hadn't met all of them yet. She wasn't sure.

"I wouldn't be much of a company though."

[jardin_npcs]

"Ah, but I'm not looking for much of a company," Dorian countered with the same perfect smile on his lips, his insistence as lively and innocent as it was subtly corrupt. "I'm looking for company at all."

He leaned onto the table a little bit, just enough to have a better view of her, and retained that smile. His cup softly tapped the surface of the table as his arm lowered itself.

"I assume you are a student here?"

[heron_prince]

Reyson usually preferred the peace and quiet of his own greenhouse on the top of the science building, but that didn't mean he didn't admire the magnificence and sheer size of the school's gardens. There were many plants here that he considered his 'friends' and he liked keeping an eye on them, especially since he never once saw a gardener or another faculty member come in here to actively take care of them

[jardin_npcs]

Ever since he beheld his own visage staring at him from a certain portrait, Dorian needed much more than sudden appearances to be frightened. After all, what were wings but merely spare limbs? Nothing to be surprised by. He heard, in fact, that another student shared this peculiar feature. He couldn't wait to peer into the hearts of both of them.

"Well met, sir!" He answered with a triumphant smile as he raised his free hand and made a cheerful wave. "I trust you are well?"

[heron_prince]

Being more animal than human, Reyson could sense that something was... off about the man. He was extremely charming and very welcoming, it seemed, but the prince could feel an unease settle into his stomach. Not one to be rude, he took a graceful step into the clearing and looked at the other with a bird-like cock of his head. "I am, sir," he answered politely. "Who... are you?" A new professor, perhaps? Reyson didn't know much about the faculty but he was good with faces and he knew he hadn't seen this man before.

[jardin_npcs]

"Dorian Gray," the man answered without hesitation, his smile persisting. Oh, how he loathed his name at one point in his life. How tired he was of hearing it from friend and stranger alike, how much he earned for a day that it meant nothing to people around him.

And here he was, in a place where none would have heard of him. How unfortunate that he had no time to enjoy a new lease at life, and yet how good that he had no time to make his name known in yet another place.

"I am your new teacher of fine arts."

[closerthanheavn]

Vincent is walking through the garden, absentmindedly exploring, not really thinking about where he is going, when he comes across the little table set up with the tea. He notices the man sitting at the table, and is at first drawn to him. He looks extremely professional, and he has some wonderful tea around him, but on second thoughts, Vincent wonders whether or not this person is truly safe to be around. He has a strange air about him, something that's not quite right.

However, Vincent's desire for a nice cup of tea always overwhelms any other qualms he may have, and so he approaches the table, smiling slightly. "Good afternoon, I don't believe I've made your acquaintance. I'm Vincent, the psychology professor. And you are..."