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Kaden Jannsen

"Oh, sorry, you were there? I hadn't realized. I was too busy writing. What do you want?"

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a character in “Masks of the Soul”, as played by Witless

Description

Kaden Jannsen
Image


Grade
11th Grade

Role
The Moon

If Itex, blurb?
The real world? Mine? Of course mine is better.

Which Masks do they possess?
The Moon

Gender
Male

Age
17

Personality
Kaden is a relatively quiet young man, but he does show signs of rebellion. While he normally sits in a corner or in his seat daydreaming away, he will not hesitate to speak his mind. Even if others dislike what he talks about. He can sometimes get on rants but catches himself midway most of the time.

One thing that he will easily get onto a rant about is religion. He doesn't understand how people can think that one being is responsible for creating and taking care of the entire universe. And even if that were true, why would that being care about the thoughts of insignificant beings such as humans? It makes so much more sense that every little part of the world is handled by a different being.

Kaden can almost always be found reading or writing and generally loses track of time while doing so. He gets irritated when interrupted, but he calms down very quickly. There's normally a gap of an hour or two before he looks at his cell phone when he gets entranced by writing or drawing, and he ends up habitually late to everything because of this. He even draws through alarms and loud noises most of the time.

He often dozes off mid-class daydreaming about his most recent story or a drawing he just did. When he's in this state, he loses all track of his surroundings and seems an almost different person with clouded eyes and a cold demeanor. When suddenly jolted out of this stupor, he sometimes unconsciously attacks the waker before he wakes. Of course, no one has gotten hurt from this. It's only a second or so before he realizes what's happening and takes control.

Despite his rebellion, he cares a lot about his family and others. He can't stand to see others get hurt and will do whatever he can to help unless he really has no other choice. He's a kind person, though he normally poses as an aloof, serious person who's always focused on his work, though only his most recent essay and related drawings.


Brief Description
Kaden is an average-sized teenager. He has hair dyed red with streaks of white throughout as an act of rebellion. Similarly, his ears are pierced, and he wears a necklace of some sort everyday. He is never in his school uniform although his parents make sure that he leaves the house with it on. He simply changes as soon as he reaches the school grounds. His eyes are a pale blue and sometimes take on a cloudy glaze to them, particularly when he's daydreaming.

Skill(s)/Abilities
He is a talented artist and writer.
He's somehow able to avoid getting in trouble for minor things like not wearing the school uniform.
He likes swordfighting and is proficient with one.
He can normally assimilate into a conversation easily.


Likes
Writing
Drawing
Information
Doing what he pleases
Chocolate. He loves anything even remotely chocolate-based. Unless it has nuts.


Dislikes
The real world
Being left out
Restrictions
Religion, particularly monotheism. He likes pantheons much better.
Coffee. For some reason, he can't stand the taste at all. He doesn't know how people can stand it.
Nuts. They just taste weird.


Phobia
The sight of blood, although he can draw it without worry
Being abandoned. While he suppresses this fear normally, it comes out in his characters and writing.


History
Kaden has always been pushed around by his over-protective parents and rebelled against their rule. He slacks off at school, knowing that it will upset them, but they can't see any wrong in him and keep moving him from school to school in hopes that a change of scenery is all that it will take to give him motivation. Of course, this just widens the gap between them and causes him to retreat into his own world and to reject the real world.

Because of this, he rarely listens to his parents unless he knows it comes with a grave consequence. He bears with their care at home but scoffs it elsewhere. However, this just makes them want to take care of and protect him even more, so the cycle continues. It doesn't help that Kaden's an only child.

While moving to this new city, Kaden found a strange mask in the attic that he had never seen before. It was inside of a sleek, black box and seemed like it would fit him perfectly. He's kept care of it like an heirloom, but he's also curious because the appearance coincided with the beginning of his newest novel, The Sightless. It just so happened to have a magical mask that crossed the boundaries of parallel worlds to allow the user to switch places with a counterpart for some time. Of course, Kaden hasn't yet checked to see if the magic words in his story will actually work in real life. There's no way they would, right?

Speaking of The Sightless, Kaden feels good things about this book. It follows the journeys of some blind magicians and their friends. The main characters Caine, Dalin, Parse, and Lia seem to just develop on the page, and he barely needs to think about them while he's writing. It almost seems as if the story is writing itself.

Kaden arrived in Throme just in time for the new school year, so he's still getting used to his surroundings and the people at Cenriel Academy. However, things are moving pretty quickly as Itex has already approached and recruited him as the Moon. Judgement simply turned up in his room one day and confronted him about his mask, pressuring Kaden to join or else... Since he's very new to both Itex and using the mask, he's generally clueless and doesn't know how to react to most situations. He's genuinely scared of Itex's threats and tries not to get on their bad side.


Crush
Lia Maris, a character from one of his books.

Other
He is currently writing and editing a book called The Sightless.

His mask, The Moon, also appears in this book in the hands of Caine Strauss, the main character. When Kaden dons the mask and transforms, he switches places with his character, monumentally messing up his novel.

So begins...

Kaden Jannsen's Story

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Character Portrait: Kaden Jannsen Character Portrait: Lucas Toland
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Kaden Jannsen; Sagaro Basement


No, this wasn't good. Lucas wasn't going away. And he could hear the faint sound of the clock in the background, likely tolling the half hour already. Or was that just the ringing in his ears? It was hard to tell... Either way, he needed Lucas to go and bring the not-paint with him. He needed to know when he wasn't needed... Was there any way to get rid of this boy? It was for his own good! For both of their own good! Couldn't he see that? Couldn't he see that he was only aggravating the situation? All he needed was to go away and do what the phone-person asked him to. Just... go. Please.

"You don’t look so well." That was Lucas now. Couldn't he just leave? He had asked, pleaded even, using the word! Unless... he couldn't remember, was that out loud? Probably not, he felt disoriented. Lucas again: "If you feel sick or something, there’s this place on the first floor..." NO! That wasn't the problem! It was Lucas himself, and he needed to stay here! Kaden could not go back to the first floor, with the, that, clown... and leave his mission? Well, sure, Lucas had no idea that he was down here for a reason, but this was absurd. He needed to tell him straight out. Steeling himself, he looked up at Lucas again.

"No, that's not the problem. I'm not sick, no injuries, nothing that you could help. It's the... the b-... the not-paint. Take yourself and your paint-that's-not-paint, and go away. Then I'll be fine, or at least better... Just go away... GO AWAY!!!" He shouted the last, putting his head back between his legs, the edge of his sketchpad slightly visible through his legs, the pad lying on the ground next to him, the berserk page moved slightly, showing the license drawing below. Luckily, the numbers were hidden, and a simple glance wouldn't give it away. There was no need to do anything about it, but it did remind him of what he was here for, and he needed it done quickly. Just so long as Lucas got the hint, he could smooth it over later. He didn't like having to yell, but there was little other choice... Lucas was not realizing the problem here.

Ugghh... but the smell... it was starting to become a problem, the iron, that revolting smell. He needed to get Lucas away as quickly as possible. Fighting back the bile, he looked up at Lucas and practically screamed, "Go on! Get out of here! Bring your bloody not-paint and that bloody smell with you, and bloody leave me alone!" He spit it out, voice dripping with venom, filled with anger. He felt bad, but it was needed. Lucas had to go, he had to! If this didn't work, he had no idea what to do next. This was the best he could handle without vomiti- No, don't even think that, or it will happen... It was his best, and he didn't want to have to resort to
 to that whatever-it-was, the mask, the soul-within-the-mask that would take over, according to... according to... to someone. He couldn't think, couldn't concentrate, and it was becoming too much of a problem. Soon, it would have to be taken care of, one way or another. He just hoped he didn't have to resort to anything drastic already...

He put his head down again and began breathing in and out, through the mouth, not the nose. In and out, in and out. And wait for Lucas to walk away, finally. Hopefully...

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Lucas Toland; Sagaro Mall, Basement Floor - The Roof


So that was it.

Lucas at least vaguely understood what the problem was here, and he drew back. His concern unable to hide his startled expression. “Ah, I
 Sorry. I’ll just, um
 I’ll be going then.” Again, he’d overstepped a boundary of sorts. Again he had misunderstood both the situation and the other party involved. “Sorry, Kaden.” Uncertainly, he turned away from the other boy and quickened his pace. He didn’t bother waiting for the elevator – instead, he stepped onto the escalator, weaving through the sparse people and walking his way up.

Once off the basement floors and back on the full and bustling first floor, Lucas took a moment to stop and sigh. That went badly. “I must’ve been so irritating to him,” he muttered, casting his gaze upwards. Right. The roof. He could already hear Liesel threatening to turn him inside out
 Was there even anything waiting for the Masked on the roof? There never, ever was – Lucas was starting to lose faith in this whole conflict between some shadowy organization he hadn’t seen twice more after Torrings’ death. Even still, he had to be there, so the boy ran towards one of the two glass elevators he saw down the other side of the floor.

The first thing he did this time was make sure the lift was going up. Strangely enough, but welcome on Lucas’ account, the elevator was empty when he stepped into it. He took another moment here to heave another sigh, thinking back on that day’s events. “I never seem to get the point,” he mumbled. Habitually, his fingers found the cord around his neck, gently tugging at it until the pendent emerged from the neck of his shirt. Gripping the rough stone fragment in his hand, he looked through the window. The elevator was designed into the wall of the building, so he could see the sidewalk and the headlights of cars getting smaller and smaller as the lift climbed the floors. The streets were growing darker.

If only understanding people was as simple as seeing what was there.

The elevator dinged to a stop, and the same electronic voice proclaimed his arrival at the roof. Stepping off, he looked about – he never expected the roof of the mall to be so popular. Well, he’d have to find the others now, and with a little bit of luck, maybe they would find that rumored package of Liesel’s. Whether that would be good luck or bad, Lucas wasn’t sure
 but first things were first. “Coraline? Gage?” he called before stepping into the crowd.

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Kaden Jannsen; Sagaro Basement


"Ah, I... Sorry. I'll just, um... I'll be going then." Ah, Lucas sounded so concerned, startled, confused... This seemed like a blow to him, something that he had no idea to handle. It left a bad feeling in Kaden's heart, in his chest. But he had had to do it; there was no other choice. The bl- not-paint was disorienting, making him want to flee in terror. But he couldn't, at least not physically. And if it had lasted much longer, he surely would have fled behind the mask, no matter the consequences. So he had saved Lucas, right? It was better in the long run, and his task could be completed, finally. He could smooth things over, explain himself to Lucas, later, much later. Once Lucas had a clean shirt and Kaden had calmed down...

The pounding in his head, the ringing in his ears, they were slowing down, calming. He just sat there, sure that Lucas was gone, but still unable to lift his head to check, to guarantee. A draft in the parking garage flipped his sketchpad to the next page, fully revealing the license drawing, visible even between Kaden's legs. It was confusing, straight black and white, lines drawn onto a page, patterns going every which way. The letters J and S were visible, along with F, i, h, v, y, U, f, A, P, g, t, E, W, R, m, I, and maybe even a few more. And numbers were visible too, 8 and 7 of course, but the other digits existed as well. Lines, patterns, shapes, numbers, letters, words, punctuation, symbols, ordered, randomly placed, grouped, scattered, empty spaces, places filled with so many things they turn black and unreadable. It was chaotic and jumbled, but the only thing out of place was the hyphen, hidden in the black lines. The only hyphen in the picture, marking the license plate as the real hidden message in an otherwise abstract, intricate, intriguing piece of art. But only he would recognize it, at least without spending too much time studying the drawing. It was well done if he said so himself.

Above Kaden, the clock tolled again, this time at the forty-five. 9:45, only a quarter hour until the deadline. He reached into his bag and pulled out the box, finally standing and walking over to the car next to him, the destination, the final stop of his job. Opening the trunk, he deposited the sleek, black box, wanting nothing to do with it anymore this night. Slamming the trunk, he turned around and walked to the escalator, going up and striding out the door, headed home.

It was a long walk home, but that was okay. He had a lot to think about. The Itex job, the flying woman and Judgement, the other people in Itex and whatever their jobs had been. Had the Chariot gone and given her mask away? What was the Tower's job? How did the Star and Hermit fare? And what was with Coraline? She had freaked out and needed his help, and Lucas'. And why did Lucas have so much... well, blood, on his shirt? Someone had to have been hurt in order for that to happen, but who? And by whom? What would his next task be? Did the mask really do as they said, as he believed? He hoped he didn't have to find out, and if he did, he hoped it wouldn't be soon...

He snuck into his room, climbing through the window into his room. Whether his parents cared or not didn't bother him, but he wasn't going to enter the front entrance and listen to their admonishing. He just wanted peace and quiet, sleep, hopefully restless today? Though likely not... He figured he'd see dreams about today's happenings, about the events in his book, but they were simply dreams, and they would be gone by the next morning. He lay down, closed his eyes, and waited to drift off to sleep, happy to sleep in, if he could, on the next day, the weekend.

The setting changes from Basement to Throme

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Character Portrait: Kaden Jannsen Character Portrait: Lucas Toland Character Portrait: Deus ex Kaos Character Portrait: Zensa Valobo Character Portrait: Amara "Amy" Calen Character Portrait: Vera Chung
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Throme - Friday, September 27 (4:30 PM)


How fast the clock does turn when there’s nothing important to do.

That is if one was normal. Just a few Fridays in the past, Masked and Itex met each other in a dramatic showdown, not unlike a fight between rival gangs. The thing at stake this time was not territory, but a small nondescript package. What exactly was inside that thin box? No one really knew for sure. Only that it was important.

It would take eight minutes for those on Earth to notice if the sun went out. It would still be warm; it would still be bright. It took longer than eight minutes for the conclusion of this fight to be seen.

Was the package worth it? The Masked were the ones who walked away with the package, and Itex was left there empty-handed, but no one side came out of the proceedings unscathed. A game with a wounded victor. This was the breaking point for the poor stability of a certain Miss Coraline Starlings. A few days after, the harried looking maiden turned in her resignation from the Student Council. This was almost like bowling; the first pin to fall. Liesel Moringmer was murderous.

The Vandergear family was next in line. Chasing some illusory job in nearby Lore, the family burned its own roots in Throme and moved for the sake of greed. It was fortunate for Liesel that her heart possessed a remarkable capacity for wrath. The delicate tea cups were not so lucky. Neither were the flowers.

But this strand of bad luck did not allow Itex to leave without its punishment for failure. A certain female who went by the name of 'En' claimed Oskana Sonnen's blood, time, and responsibility. While she did not disappear per se, Cenriel Academy was without a student when she was transferred to rival Thromain Institute of Fine Arts. But her partner was not spared either. Treia Rawler, with her lucky stars shining from the heavens, remained relatively untouched, with only a warning to show for her troubles. Itex, like Liesel, was not a believer of keeping their murderous intent bottled inside.

The beautiful observatory was without its owner for a week, before she reappeared, looking none the worse for her time. Perhaps there was something hidden under that smile of hers, but nothing was visible to the average eye. The clear nights kept the popularity of that rooftop attraction high.

Friday, August 16th. A day that would mark the transfer of humans from the thrifty Maybelle Avenue to more reputable Sagaro Mall. Many wallets became far lighter due to the ever-growing paranoia. Hector Mason, a man with two daughters who worked nights as a security guard, was seen in a puddle of his own blood. Was there a serial killer hidden in the depths of that brilliant district? The police found no leads or evidence. Despite attempts from shop owners to catch more customers, those that dare enter that shining crime scene were few and far in between.

Judgement did not have anything interesting for the Itex for the longest of time.
Liesel had no leads.

Perhaps they were waiting for today. The day that the package pointed to as important. So what exactly was in that package of Itex? It was with hoping expressions that the Masked had opened the case, to fall downtrodden.

A letter.

To whom it may concern:
After months of research, we may have stumbled upon something of great importance. The previous sample that we have received is an enigma, to say in the slightest. Despite weighing like an average granite shock of the same size, its chemical bonds are completely nonsensical. Instead of forming bonds in order to gain eight valence electrons, many of the carbon atoms possess nine or even one with six. Perhaps you were right in saying that this was a strange rock.

When attempting to find the volume of the sample, we were astonished to find the rock glowing upon contact of water. We were unable to find the source of this energy, but it is believed it is some sort of chemical reaction. Other than the output of light, we have discovered no other abnormalities. Our sample glowed red, bright red, but we shall be asking for further samples to support this hypothesis. It would not surprise me if it was a fluke. If it wouldn't be an issue for your organization, if you'd send us another shard, we would be much obliged. The things we do for science. Until then, we'll be sending back the sample on 9.27. Please do send a messenger to pick it up. This cannot fall into unaligned hands.

Sincerely,


The letter was signed, but illegible and smudged, seemingly on purpose. It appeared as though the writer was unwilling to give up his or her name. The letter continued with an address.

Nivcien Science Institute, Throme
Research Division


It is now September 27. Yet another Friday afternoon. The weather had mellowed in the months, with the leaves already in the process of dying. They were dull brown, many of them withering in the streets and on the trees. A steady wind made its way through Throme. Life is unfair, but yet it brings hope and excitement. Perhaps their adventure will beat reality television's entertainment value on this blustering November afternoon.

Those whose souls belonged to Itex ought to be making their steady way to the back rooms at Brio, where that violent angel of doom, Judgement, was doubtless waiting for them. The Masked had likewise, been summoned by Liesel to deal with their recently collected information. How will both sides dance this afternoon? That is a story to hear.

The setting changes from Throme to Floor 6

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Character Portrait: Kaden Jannsen Character Portrait: Lucas Toland Character Portrait: Coraline Starling Character Portrait: Treia Rawler Character Portrait: Gage Vandergear Character Portrait: Oskana Sonnen
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Kaden Jannsen; Sagaro Mall Floor 6 - Nebula Ice Rink (??? - 3:55 pm)


It was a warm day outside, fitting for the shorts and t-shirt that Kaden wore. A calm breeze struck up every now and then, a reminder that summer had ended to bring in the beginning of fall, only to die down quickly. The latter half of classes had been skipped over, forsaken in order to spend time writing, doing something relatively important to real life. And so Kaden had somehow ended up at Sagaro after wandering the town on this gorgeous day. And from there, the next seemingly logical place to go was the Ice Rink, on the sixth floor.

Kaden had started a new book, or at least had a few ideas for it. There was no name yet, and the main character was simply a young woman, with some power yet-to-be-determined. It took place in a strange world, on a southern continent, filled with ice and snow. It had previously stayed separate from the rest of its world, with the natives calmly going about their lives, doing what they always did. Until recently, when explorers happened across it and reported the strange powers they witnessed there. Thus started the main storyline, the interactions between the outside and inside world, between this young woman and an interested adventurer.

So the Ice Rink was of course where he needed to go, in summer clothes, no less. Not for skating, no. He'd surely fail at that. He'd tried a few times before, somehow always ending up ble- staining the ice. It was unlikely he would try again in the near future. He was still not quite over what had happened with Lucas. It's not like Kaden was avoiding him or anything, but they just happened to never meet, not since the last time Judgement had given them a mission... It was just coincidence, them never being at the same place at the same time. And he wasn't the reason Kaden had taken to skipping the latter parts of school, no. He simply saw no use for the classes. The fact that Lucas was in one of those classes hadn't even begun to register in his mind.

But yes, back on the topic of missions, Oskana and Treia had failed. Treia was punished somehow, and Oskana was taken for someone's servant, taken away from school and every aspect of her previous life. Little was accurately revealed about what had happened to her; a cover story made that said little. And they weren't the only people who had disappeared from the school recently. Coraline had been showing up less and less as her condition, whatever it was, worsened. Victor Grayson had also been sick recently, or so it was reported. At any rate, he had been absent from school for a few weeks now, and no one had heard anything from him. Gage Vandergear had moved away, to another town, leaving his friends and school behind. Many people gone in a short time, and only the beginning of school.

Oh, yes. The Ice Rink. It made sense: getting a feel of the cold, of how a newcomer would feel when experiencing this environment which he'd never before known (did I mention the newcomer came from a continent near the equator of the world? an extremely hot, desert- and volcano-filled place?). From hot to cold, suddenly in the unknown, completely unprepared for what he'd experience. And contrast that to those people who had lived there for eternities, believing it to be normal, the complete opposite of the abnormality that this explorer believed it to be. It was hard to get the full experience, but this was the closest he could think of wi-

BEEP! BEEeeEEeeEEP! Beepbeep! Beepbeep! BEEEEEEEE- *click*

It was time. He'd bought a watch, an ornate one from a strange peddler on Maybelle Avenue. It had many knobs, some which didn't seem to do anything, and it was extremely hard to read. But the alarm worked very well, and it never seemed to run slow (or fast for that matter). The key selling point had actually been the obnoxious alarm... It could actually break him out of his reveries, if at the cost of angry glances from onlookers (in this case, the ice skating class). He generally just ignored them, rushing away on to his destination, to wherever he needed to be reminded to go. Sure, the watch cost him an arm and a leg, but it was definitely worth it to not anger Itex any more than necessary (read: at all). He could always get the money back somehow.

3:55, time to start heading to Brio. Judgement would be waiting, as usual. There may be a job, there may not, but it was always best to be on the safe side and not be late. Not like the first time... He had somehow come out of that with little repercussions... Somehow... But he knew better now, for sure. Kaden Jannsen packed his bags and began the long trek to Brio and Judgement.

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Kaden Jannsen; Brio


A long walk later, Kaden stepped into the hustle and bustle of Brio. Despite the dying down of tourists and natives populating the shops of Maybelle Avenue, Brio had managed to retain most of its members, with the few gone likely replaced by others. Surely a testament to Brio's management, marketing, and food, it allowed the cover that Brio provided to continue. And sure enough, like normal, Brio was crowded, filled with a variety of people. For whatever reason, Rie was gone, so Gwen was rushing to and fro, overworked as usual but even more so. Ren was at the counter, smiling his usual smile and making concoctions. As Kaden walked through to the back, he passed by a booth where a familiar face sat: Aki Evedane. Why was he here? Oh well, he looked busy with the person... wait, that was a counselor, wasn't it? That explained some things...

Putting that out of his mind for now, Kaden moved to the back, caught Ren's eye, and gestured to the door, continuing at Ren's nod of affirmation. Pulling open the door, he went where they always met, every Friday since that first meeting. Judgement was going to be there, or so he assumed, and maybe some other people had decided to arrive early as well. He'd see when he arrived. In the meantime, he brought out a notepad and began sketching while walking. The varied drinks and snacks carried around by waiters made him feel in the mood to create one of his own. Maybe he'd see if they could replicate his drawings?

He only got finished with the beginnings of the first drawing during his walk. It was chocolate. Pure, utter chocolate. Well, a mix of many different types, but it was all there. A small, cubic section of cake, cut to show the many different layers, each one different from the rest - the standard milk, dark, white, along with mint, peanut butter, hazelnut, cherry, strawberry, blueberry, lemon, cream, vanilla, ground nuts, assorted candies, and probably more left unnamed or to be added, each swirled within its own grade of chocolate to create a rainbow of colors rooted in the foundation of rich brown chocolate. It would be interesting to see what they made of it, even if he wouldn't eat it. Oh, but he had arrived now. Opening the door and walking in, Kaden went to the nearest available seat to await orders. And continued drawing...

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Aki Evedane; Brio


“Ah, children, children,” Mrs.Haverland waved her bright painted hand airily through the air. “They are the reason for my existence. My nephews are so cute! Aki, did I show you a picture of them before? They are positively angels!” Despite the irritated looking high schooler’s shake of the head, she preceded to dig through her wallet to pick out a slightly battered photograph. On it was a child, probably of no more than three years of age with a chubby pout carrying an equally plump stuffed tiger. “Can you believe that the oldest is now almost in middle school? How fast they grow! I always meant to -.”

“Mrs.Haverland. I believe we have gone over this topic perhaps three times in the last ten minutes,” interrupted the black-haired, blue-eyed junior. “If you have nothing of importance to say, would you mind releasing me? I am quite busy, and this is not the most effective use of my time.” He pushed himself out of the comfortable booth to leave, before the school counselor pulled him back into a seated position.

“Now, now, Aki! I am afraid that I’ll have to write a note about that.” She drew her hands up in the much-hated air quotes gesture that she was much in the habit of doing. “Impatient. Doesn’t listen to superiors talk. And how many times have I asked you to drop the formality? We have these conversations almost every week, so I don’t see a point in you calling me Mrs.Haverland. Just call me Sarah.”

“Mrs-.” There was no way that he would forego his formality for the sake of a simple woman who really did not understand the subtleties of emotion. Aki had the itching doubt somewhere in the back of his mind that she was only putting up his facade to bother him. He knew that the school would not, in any case, hire anyone claiming to be a counselor who did not even understand the very basics of their profession.

“Sarah.” She waved one hand in his direction as though swatting at a particularly annoying mosquito. “How many times do I have to -.” Since it took her this long to get something this easy, it might have taken her the entire of her life to get her degree
 that is if she actually had earned one and not bought it. But enough was enough. Her mindless prattling was really getting on his nerves.

“Sarah Haverland,” said Aki in a tone that brokered no competition.

She frowned in what she thought to be a grandmotherly way. “Now, now, Aki. Please don’t make me do this, but I’m afraid that if you keep this up, I’ll have to write something about it in your recommendation.” The air quotes appeared again, and Aki barely managed to keep himself from walking off. “Doesn’t listen to those he should.” She took her time in taking out a embellished pen from her cheap-looking purse, before she scrawled something on the yellow pad of paper in front of her. It was already filled with her signature loopy purple handwriting. Looking down at it, she uttered, almost nonchalantly. “I see that we have much to correct for the end of this year - do you really want all this negative stuff to go to the colleges you’re applying for?”

In response, he merely caught the eye of a nearby harried waiter. The silver-haired one. “Excuse me, but could we please have our check?” He waved his hand towards the empty cup in front of him, holding a mostly-gone cherry Amerstall. He had spent the better part of his time attempting to explain the taste which he had only remembered through the blurry metaphors of his other’s faulty memory. Thank goodness that food seemed to pique its interest - people seemed lacking. It seemed pretty much the same, although lacking the peculiar taste of apricot.

It was around this time that he assumed he had stumbled upon the strange meeting, and although not stumbling upon anyone that he recognized (there were a lot of people who decided to spend their Friday afternoons in the crowded café, especially from his school), Aki was determined not to lose the opportunity to perhaps find the clue he had been waiting for. Such an opportunity only came once a week anyways.

“What are you doing, Aki?!” came an angry look from his counselor. Her arthritis forgotten when it no longer served her purpose, she stood up and called back the waiter. “Forget about your previous order from this upstart kid. We’re not leaving.” Such a statement ruined the ambience of the cafĂ©. It was much too loud and much too forceful. Eyes were quickly drawn to their corner of the busy building, and Aki wished that he was anywhere but here. He hated the attention of those much too bothersome and dour to create their own entertainment.

The waiter, however, seemed only mildly affected by the confusing turn of events. He remained standing there, as though waiting for their little disagreement to finish. Seeing as Miss. Twinkletoes didn’t seem like she would drop the topic anytime soon, he decided to give in. All these eyes staring at him was, while not a strange occurrence for him, still a very irritating one. It was just like things to go perfectly against his plan. “Very well, we shall wait.”

“I’m glad that you actually know what’s good for you,” came the insipid reply, before Aki purposely turned his eyes away from the babbling, stout lady. She evidently noticed because she started spouting angry phrases, one after the other as though they were going out of style. “You! Aki, are you listening to me? Do you want me to write about this on your recommendation? Hm? Doesn’t think before acting? By this point, I don’t think that any of the universities that you were planning on going to -.”

Once she got started, the only thing that he could really do was to tune her out. Instead, he scanned the crowded café for the strange people that he had met last time. Then, catching sight of another person from his school, hurrying through the crazy business of Brio. Because there really was nothing to do (and that counselor showed no signs of shutting up any time soon) he followed him with his eyes to see him disappear into the curious back rooms.

Could it be
?

Could this really be what he was looking for?

And what were his classmates up to anyways?

Well, there was no way that he was going to allow such a clue to escape him. Ignoring Old Miss Twinkletoes’ increasingly loud protests, “Aki, is this is any way to treat a lady? You’re not leaving, are you? What are you thinking? You’d better be not leaving,” he got up to leave, just to be latched onto by the irritating counselor. Luckily for him, his weapons training finally came in handy for once, and he managed to unbalance her enough to slip away. The blue-eyed boy slipped into the stream of people, but kept his eyes firmly placed on the door that the guy from the park disappeared into.

Perhaps he was being quite the noticeable spy, but there was no way that he’d dare take out his mask in such a visible and prominent location. Mrs.Haverland stood on the very tip of her likely-fuchsia toes and tried with all of her might to find him again. He ducked down lower, pleading to whatever force of goodness in the world to make her go away, before sneaking into the very center of the swirling stream of people.

‘Now I wait
’

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