Examining the Headmaster

[polymagic_ash]

Participants: Ash-who-is-a-squirrel, two other squirrel-fied people. Ash has no idea who they are. (GM's discretion). Headmaster. Possibly Thuvos if he figures out where Ash snuck to.

Timing: This would be right after the raid on the offensive magics building.

It was a bit late to be waking up the headmaster, but Ash didn't much care. After all, this

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[squirrelgm]

Within seconds there was a rattling of locks, an arcing of spells, and a low muttering with a slight wheeze. The door popped open and the headmaster, wearing a shockingly traditional nightgown and kerchief peered out the door. For the briefest of seconds he stared straight out, looking slightly confused, then muttered something that sounded like "Well, of course, squirrels aren't this tall." He then looked down at his feet. "Professor Ash, I believe we should have a bit of a talk. Do come in."

[polymagic_ash]

Naturally he has true seeing or something of the sort up. Oh well. So much for the deception option, Ash thought. She hopped over the threshold and climbed, somewhat ungainlily (she wasn't that used to this whole squirrel body thing) onto his chair and combed the stray twinky crumbs out of her whiskers.

"Squeak?" she asked.

[squirrelgm]

The headmaster settled into a chair of his own and then picked up a steaming tea-pot. "Tea?" he asked, indicating a cup almost as large as Ash on the table next to the chair she sat in.

[polymagic_ash]

Ash shook her head to decline and dropped the note that had been clutched in her jaws on his desk. It was now obviously false.

[polymagic_ash]

Ash stood up slowly, picking off post-its and expecting the clothes to vanish at any moment. "No, that's alright, this will serve until I get back to my room," Ash protested. Although, she had no idea where her actual clothes were. Or her wand. This was problematic. But not as problematic as getting caught snooping. Which was frankly, really embarrassing.

"Headmaster... how do you... feel about this document?" she asked after a moment.

[squirrelgm]

The headmaster settled his wand on the desk, and settled back into his seat (after not quite chasing Ash back around to her side of the desk.) He steepled his fingers before himself and contemplated for a moment.

"Professor Kimura, that document requires me to cooperate in full with individuals of a particularly militaristic bent, even if they endanger my pupils in the process. Which, I assume, you were about to tell me they have." He contemplated Ash across his fingers. "What would you do in my shoes, Professor?"

[polymagic_ash]

"Separate the squirrel-fied soldiers from the squirrel-fied students. Set fire to the former, de-squirrel-fy the latter, apologize profusely to the parents, and sue the military for damages to the school's reputation," Ash answered.

There was a moment of shocked silence.

"I'm... uh... not exactly headmaster material."

[squirrelgm]

"Indeed," the headmaster agreed solemnly. "I, unfortunately, don't have the option of lighting soldiers on fire. Tempting though it may be."