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Though the mental talents that Dark magic granted were not all encompassing the awareness of minds around a user of it's tainted power made it very hard to approach an acolyte unnoticed. And though Shiro even in his wildest dreams never thought himself the equal of the school's headmaster, Saint was nevertheless no exception to this rule. So it was with little more then a disinterested sigh he reacted to the sudden pressure of Saint's hand upon his shoulder. And a wonder of wonders a quiet chuckle of amusement as the man or rather immortal laid out the reason behind such an overt approach.

True to form the headmaster disappeared as quickly as the light he wielded with reckless abandon. The stares of the group assigned to him underscoring the rather amusing order rather nicely, the icing on the cake was Gammelt and a senior student...Ulrich if memory served right. They were looking at him as if trying to gauge how much longer the fuse on a powder keg would last. No doubt the open disdain he showed for the land of barbarians didn't help matters, he after all made no secret of his viewpoints and his wielding of Dark Magic didn't exactly endear him to anyone.

"Full battle armour, that's a good one." He said, gracing the world with the use of the English language as he threw back his head in a full throated laughing spell. Doubling over from the intense amusement his greys eyes dropping into the all encompassing black hue that singled out the core of power within him. The shadows were a subtle thing, the darkness needed not the shows the other elements indulged in. No flashes of light or lengthy spells, the only warning you got from a skilled acolyte was this shift in eye colour. Bringing his mirth into control he straightened into a normal standing posture as he left the now deserted courtyard.

Taking a hasty left he danced through the crowds rushing through the halls to their dorms, eager for all their varying emotions to have this over with already. The wind may boast of blowing through the things in it's path and the water flowing around them none could touch the Darkness's true grace. As he made his way it was obvious to the casual observer why Shiro had earned the nickname Dark Dancer. His steps even as he ran to catch up with the burden of duty were taken with the swaying grace of a ballet star, dodging good natured hits and confused new students alike .

Catching up with Ulrich he flashed a quick smile that seemed either a taunt or a simple expression of joyful greeting. Like so many things it depended on one's viewpoints, though his eyes in their black hue of power also seemed to tip the scales towards it being a taunt.

"Ulrich-tono right...?" Shiro asked, though any could see it was a rhetorical question,the use of the honorific seemed a joking added second thought" Lucifer is something else is he not. Full battle armour. Only idiotic Vikings think protection is worth trading speed and agility for..no offence of course Ulrich-tono" Shiro added with what was likely a insulting second take, though the smile made it hard to be truly sure. And as usual his heavy accent, the result of disuse of his English caused a few titters from the new students, it being a foreign one to these Europeans.

Shiro then twisted his head, the motion disturbingly similar to a falcon turning to eye a potential meal. " You have a problem with the way I speak your dog tongue." He spoke with a deadly cold tone as the black of his power deepened in his eyes. Then thrusting his hand out in a flat cutting swipe sent the students assigned to him flying back, tapping into one of the powers he commanded within the school of Dark magic.

"That is telekinesis my babes in swaddling clothes, a staple of any skilled dark magic user. With sufficient training it is more then capable of being used in any number of ways. For example with focused thought I can send a whole group of stupid dogs like you flying. I am not unreasonable but the next person who brings up my heritage in a negative manner will learn the next lesson the hard way."

The thrown students lay where they had been tossed equal parts ashamed, angered, and slightly terrified in more then one case. Shiro for his part turned back to his conversation with Ulrich as if nothing had happened.

" Ulrich-tono, I wonder why Lucifer is so stupid. Is he incapable of realizing the fact I do not fight with armour or does he simply want a reason to discipline me. I would not put it past him, sadistic son of a bitch that he is." Here as in the courtyard Shiro laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. The new students looked wide eyed at this Asian in his apparent madness, the other senior students wise in his ways paid him scant attention.