open; cafeteria

[wrnpcs]

[Garden's favorite group of vicious girls are at it again. This time, they're sitting at a table near the lunch line in the cafeteria, and they're not at all trying to be discrete with what they're saying; in fact, their "whispers" are quite staged as they lean in close to speak with one another:]

Just when I thought they'd be gone for good, they

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[worthyheir]

[Is attempting to eat alone and in peace, but clearly these stupid girls aren't going to let him. Every time he tries to flip through the course book, one of them "whispers" something, driving him crazy. Finally he slams the book shut and stares at them.]

Shut up, you loud-mouthed wastes of space.

[wrnpcs]

[The book slamming does startle them, but upon seeing that it's one of them, they relax a bit.]

Oh, so scared. What are you gonna do, kid?

[worthyheir]

[Rolls his eyes. Really? How stupid can you be? Damian leans down, pulls a knife out of his boot and throws it so the blade wedges into the center of their table.]

Next time I actually hit someone. Keep your prattle to yourselves.

[wrnpcs]

[There's a couple of screams from the girls, before they look up to Damian, wide-eyed.]

Hey! That's against school rules, you know!

[neutralchaotic]

[Hears commotion in the cafeteria and goes to investigate--What the hell?!

Frowns and goes over to the table, yanking the blade from it.]

Refrain from throwing weapons, cadet.

[Unaware of the gossip that had been going on just now.]

[worthyheir]

Do you honestly think I care? Isn't this supposed to be a military school? How pathetic do you have to be to be afraid of a knife. [Goes to glare at Shadow... only to instead stare for a moment or two before shrugging. This can't be any stranger than Killer Croc, Gorilla Grodd, or Detective Chimp.] Give me back my knife.

[neutralchaotic]

Allow me to make it clear, then. Refrain from throwing weapons in the cafeteria.

[Looks to the knife in question before looking to the cadet.] Your cadet number?

[worthyheir]

Don't know, don't care. [His eyes narrow.] I only ask once. I'm not afraid to take that back by force. Give me back my knife or I'll send you to the hospital.

[neutralchaotic]

[...a threat.]

No.

just tell me if this isn't alright, guys :)

[subjected]

[ And now it's suddenly two against one- have an Instructor Farron as well, who walks up with a fruit still in hand, deliberately neutral expression firmly in place. ]

... Is there a problem here?

It's more than alright!

[neutralchaotic]

[Glances over to the instructor. Someone with a cool head to help.]

This cadet wants his knife back after embedding it into the table, and threatening to put me into the hospital to get it back. [Shadow looks more amused at the last part than angry, because of how unlikely it would happen.]

The more the merrier!

[worthyheir]

[Was about to lunge at Shadow but stops when he hears a new voice. Not because it was two on one, but because he was startled.] Because those girls and their incessant prattling just would not stop! I asked them to stop and when it was clear that talking would not suffice, I took action. No one was hurt and I want my knife back. [Shoots them a look as if to say "Not that I need to explain myself to you."]

[subjected]

I see.

[ Is this kid for real? Claire hardly even looks over to the indicated girls, and when she speaks her voice is low... and almost dangerously smooth. ]

Regardless... threatening anyone is against the rules here. As are any weapons outside the designated areas.

[worthyheir]

[Yup, he's for real.]

I was brought here against my will, and I plan on defending myself however I deem fit. I won't allow my... captors to dictate what I can and cannot carry. That knife is mine and I want it back.

my apologies for the lateness! I'm not tracking the thread v_v

[neutralchaotic]

I already gave you my answer.

[subjected]

[ Claire makes a note to look into this later if possible, glancing from one conversation participant to the other, her voice dipping even lower in tone and relative volume. ]

I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Cadet. Rules are rules.