[ Normally Ky prided himself in a well put together, kingly appearance. Always be polite, presentable for the people, and work hard towards the ideals of justice that had taken him years to find peace with. He'd long come to peace with the concept that his life wasn't his own, and that his outward appearance should match the ideals of those who looked up to him. That after all, was the only way to inspire people to a better future.
Today...is not one of those days. Instead he finds himself ruffling his hair as he glares at himself in a chance bathroom mirror. Already leaving a trail of bloody feathers he couldn't even hope to pick up as wings just kept growing with no rhyme or reason (how did his wife deal with hers?) — now he had to deal with some godawful light above his head that wouldn't vanish no matter how he pawed at it. Unaware of anyone nearby, he continues to mutter to himself. ]
Dammit. I mean, I'm sorry but dammit! I know what I've done but... did it had to be this difficult?
B). put to the test
Well...
[ Ky leans on the wall, staring up at the announcement board as the teacher (an angel, which is making a devout man like Ky feel very weird) begins talking about the reasoning they've all been brought here. When the headmaster finishes, he turns to the nearest other "student" with a shrug. ]
This is quite bad, isn't it? Angels and monsters, all within a school and no explanations given. My..my... I'm too old to have my worldview shaken like this. It almost has me speechless.
C). a helping hand
[ Ky is well...thirty years old and the idea of sitting around going to school is a bit too weird for him. He never did that when he was younger, and he has no intention of starting now. Teaching, however? That he can do.
He's standing out in the hallway between the teachers lounge and the rest of the classrooms, leafing through the pamphlet that were distributed to the rest of the class. Every once in a while he reaches up to try and push the oddly solid halo of light that keeps trying to manifest above his head, making reading an absolute nightmare. ]
Ah, excuse me? [ He waves to someone walking past. ] I wonder if you could help me with some small query. We've found ourselves in such an odd position, yet I can't decide what might be more helpful to all involved.
...I don't want the children here to get behind at arithmetic... but do you think learning to fight might be more beneficial?
Ky Kiske | Guilty Gear | OTA!
Are you serious!?
[ Normally Ky prided himself in a well put together, kingly appearance. Always be polite, presentable for the people, and work hard towards the ideals of justice that had taken him years to find peace with. He'd long come to peace with the concept that his life wasn't his own, and that his outward appearance should match the ideals of those who looked up to him. That after all, was the only way to inspire people to a better future.
Today...is not one of those days. Instead he finds himself ruffling his hair as he glares at himself in a chance bathroom mirror. Already leaving a trail of bloody feathers he couldn't even hope to pick up as wings just kept growing with no rhyme or reason (how did his wife deal with hers?) — now he had to deal with some godawful light above his head that wouldn't vanish no matter how he pawed at it. Unaware of anyone nearby, he continues to mutter to himself. ]
Dammit. I mean, I'm sorry but dammit! I know what I've done but... did it had to be this difficult?
B). put to the test
Well...
[ Ky leans on the wall, staring up at the announcement board as the teacher (an angel, which is making a devout man like Ky feel very weird) begins talking about the reasoning they've all been brought here. When the headmaster finishes, he turns to the nearest other "student" with a shrug. ]
This is quite bad, isn't it? Angels and monsters, all within a school and no explanations given. My..my... I'm too old to have my worldview shaken like this. It almost has me speechless.
C). a helping hand
[ Ky is well...thirty years old and the idea of sitting around going to school is a bit too weird for him. He never did that when he was younger, and he has no intention of starting now. Teaching, however? That he can do.
He's standing out in the hallway between the teachers lounge and the rest of the classrooms, leafing through the pamphlet that were distributed to the rest of the class. Every once in a while he reaches up to try and push the oddly solid halo of light that keeps trying to manifest above his head, making reading an absolute nightmare. ]
Ah, excuse me? [ He waves to someone walking past. ] I wonder if you could help me with some small query. We've found ourselves in such an odd position, yet I can't decide what might be more helpful to all involved.
...I don't want the children here to get behind at arithmetic... but do you think learning to fight might be more beneficial?