PARTY TIME.

[headmasterhand]

Who: EVERYONE
What: CELEBRATION
Where: TODAY AT SUNSET
When: SEPTEMBER 1ST
Warnings: THE CRAZIEST CELEBRATION

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[badasscopters]

Of course, the resident security guard was on duty, and in the general vicinity of this newcomer.

Uh. What. Goose kind of stared blankly.

"... Who the hell are you."

[voice_of_animus]

It was something Caim would have said. Well, similar anyway. It sounded a little too... 'improper' for him to phrase in the identical way. He eyed Goose closely, tightened the grasp on his sword, and narrowed his eyes.

If he could have answered, perhaps he would have. Or perhaps not. No one else really had a place to ask him much of anything. He wanted to know what happened to Angelus. He wanted to know if his dragon was safe. He wanted to know why he had been sent to... this place. He wanted to know a lot.

And he was going to guess that no longer how hard he stared at Goose, that the head of hair wasn't going to understand any of that.

[badasscopters]

Woah, this guy seemed feisty and more than unwilling to give him an answer that isn't... violent. People these days, yeesh.

Goose backed up a step. "Woah, hey, I ain't gonna hurt you or anything. It's the guns, right?" He gestured to the holster on his waist. "'Cause I ain't using them on you. It's just my job. Now who are you?"

[voice_of_animus]

Caim stared at Goose for a few moments and hesitantly, he lowered his sword. Well, at least it seemed like any thoughts to hurt him were less than likely to occur. He arched an eyebrow at the question, still unable to answer it.

Well, no. He could.

His lips parted and he mouthed his name, and there was naught but silence, aside from the music that filled the halls. It was the most he could do given the situation.

[badasscopters]

Okay, the music wasn't THAT loud. Not to the point that he couldn't hear this guy. That is, unless this person was really, really, REALLY quiet.

Goose leaned in and cupped a hand over his ear.

"What's that? Can't hear you, guy."

[voice_of_animus]

And that was sort of the point, wasn't it? You can't hear someone who can't talk. Caim had half the notion of sticking out his tongue, but just... couldn't see himself doing any such thing. He tried again and when no sound emerged, he shook his head and made the motion of writing with a pen.

Maybe Goose would get that.

[badasscopters]

"You need to write? ... Wait. You can't talk?"

Goose blinked and realized, WELP. That was kind of a delicate situation. At least as a guard, he always had to write down notes on general atmosphere, surroundings, and suspicious-looking people to keep an eye on. (He had quite a list.)

He tore off a piece of paper from said notepad and handed Caim his pen.

"Here. I'll need that pen back, though."

[voice_of_animus]

Finally. They were getting somewhere. In his haste to accept the pen and piece of paper Goose offered, Caim sheathed his sword, but not without giving Goose a look. Just because he was putting his sword away didn't mean he couldn't simply withdraw it and slice Goose into Goose fries.

He nodded, some form of appreciation, and wrote concisely in legible script.

"I am Caim."

Nice and simple. It seemed like a good way to start. Of course, Caim was always the sort to stab first and ask questions later.

[badasscopters]

Well, that was a very, very simple way to start. Not what Goose was used to, but okay.

Also hey, who knows? Maybe mallard fries is a delicacy in some part of the world.

"Caim. M'kay. Good meetin' you. Now... where'd you come from? You new here or something? You just kinda-" Oh, how to word this? "-appeared. Outta nowhere or smethin'."

[voice_of_animus]

And Caim knew very well if he answered Goose so straight forward, he wouldn't have understood him at all. In consequence, given that the threat was lessened, Caim believed he could provide some momentary tolerance before he got tired of the interrogation and began to perform one of his own.

He nodded once, if only to be polite, and continued.

"New, if that is the word you choose to use. Who are you?"

[badasscopters]

Goose could roll with that kind of answer. Now he was more than willing to answer his questions.

"Goose. Piloting teacher and security guard at your service." He grinned and gave a mock salute. "So if you're new, I've gotta get to know what you're gonna be doing. Student, teacher, staff?"

It might sound like he's prying, but it's honestly his job.

[voice_of_animus]

Caim didn't even know what he was supposed to do. He hadn't come intentionally. No one had told him what he was supposed to do. With it being left up to him, it was just confusing. All of this was confusing.

His head inclined to write some more.

"My entrance here was not traditional. I am still not entirely certain what I should be doing."

Aside from trying to return home. Even if it was currently being destroyed by long-haired harpies.

[badasscopters]

Goose couldn't help but snort. Not traditional? No kidding. Maybe he just needs to look at the schedule or something. Of course, in the meantime, he could offer him a job...

"Eh. If you ain't sure, be a student or a teacher's assistant or something. That's a kinda good way to start. Work your way up after that."

He started out on a lame History class and worked his way up to Piloting AND being a guard. He'd know about climbing the ladder.

[voice_of_animus]

A student. Or a teacher's assistant? Both of those were fairly logical terms and even Caim knew what Goose was saying. He didn't even know how long he was going to be there, however. For all he knew, another portal could form somewhere and suck him through. On one side of the equation, being alive was strange and relieving. On the other side, he felt guilty for not suffering the same fate as Leonard and Arioch.

He eyed Goose for a few moments and shifted his weight between his feet. Then he nodded very slowly, as though he understood. Better to keep himself occupied than to be given too much idle time to think and act. That was more likely to result in a lot of dead bodies and bloodied hands.

He wrote some more as he nodded again.

"It would seem I have no choice at this time."

[badasscopters]

"Weeeeeell, I could offer you a job," Goose started, pointing a finger over at him. "I ain't got a teaching assistant yet. I teach Piloting, but you ain't gotta be a pilot to be my assistant. Just a matter of drilling shit into kids' heads."

Caim can do that, right? If not, this guy can teach him how. He could use an assistant anyway, seeing as working two jobs can be kind of straining on both mind and body.

[voice_of_animus]

A piloting... class? Was that what Goose meant? Caim's eyebrows rose in thought and he nodded ever so slowly. Perhaps it wouldn't be the most horrible thing ever. And at least Goose seemed to be mostly helpful.

And by mostly, Caim really meant 'immensely'. He just wasn't about to admit it.

His head inclined momentarily, "Does flying a dragon classify as piloting?" Then he showed what he wrote to his blond companion.