Davis "The Reaper" Kaplan
Teacher of the Blackmoon Class
Age:30
-- The Previous Night --
Being close enough to now get a better view of her tattoo and how young she truly was. This made Kaplan ponder a few thoughts and even a few that wouldn't be said aloud. Hearing Aurora make the connection was comforting that the girl was sharp enough but the minor doubt did cause a pout to form across his lips. " You mustn't close your mind to such an idea of a single person being strong enough to become a weapon. I take it that you haven't seen the world much? This world is a strange one with multiple shades of amazement but for now the entire school is split between such weapons that you wouldn't believe. Hell this one girl who was no more then 4 feet tall had the ability to turn into a massive lance. Magic is a blessing and a curse so we mostly focus on the blessing that it might bring. Yet as of late I might be more in the curse quality.." Kaplan explained while ending in a flirt.
"Missions that I would recommend?" He placed a finger on his chin in a slight comical manner. " Well I would suggest that you first find your weapon. Form that bond with her and never look back, never show weakness, and never have doubt. Go on a solo mission with her and learn a thing or two from each other. Or you can search for items of interest for the academy. Mostly weapons but those might require multiple students and that can be a bit tricky. Either or I know a lovely girl like you won't have too much trouble once you find your path..." A smile continued to be displayed on his while gently placing his hand on her shoulder and holding it there for a moment or two.
Enough..
Reaper reminded himself and silently sighed. In his younger days the man known as Reaper would have pushed his look and maybe even invite the student into his office but now wasn't the time for such things. Removing his hand and leaning against his door, Kaplan opened it slightly " Well I must take my leave but if you have anything problems, I might find some time to help you. Good luck, Miss Stevens." and with that he closed the door but not before catching a glance of the lovely Aurora one last time.
--- The Next Day ---
The day had been quite unusual for Davis who had spent the entire day within his office and a few other sections of the academy. His classes were taken care of and his appearance wasn't needed in the least. Looking over multiple reports of the legendary weapons and the history of a few witches took the better part of the day that Kaplan was unaware of the entire drama and fight that had taken place. The student's weren't confronted by staff or other students but clearly the higher ups and council wanted a meeting with Davis. Hidden away from academy and transported to a special realm that almost seemed like another world. However the mix matched sky of crimson and twilight night almost made it look like a painting. Standing within the center of a large around pillar that edged off into nothingness while the other council members were shrouded in total darkness.
"It would seem that your students haven been quite active in displaying their powers and emotions. Running rampant, fighting on school grounds, and even cross wielding against their assigned weapons. What do you have to say, Reaper?" the man's voiced echoed to the white haired Kaplan who had his eyes closed for a second before escaping a laugh from his lips. " I would say that these group of children are showing much more promise then I would have suspected. Of course the typical bumps are being hit but they will grow character from these trials. Completing their very first mission with the added effect of my own creatures, being able to trust each other on a personal level, and even showing compassion beyond that of other students.."
Another voice came from behind, this time a females " Ah, the issue with the student named Leria and her assault on the student Ultaria. Clearly she doesn't have a hold on her emotions and that can be dangerous. I suggest that she is removed of her powers and kicked out of the school.." Kaplan now opened his eyes and raised his hand in a halting manner. " No! You clearly viewed the reports on Ultaria and her special needs and condition. Things could have gone worse but the female's just need to find their roles and they will flourish like true witch hunters..."
The council paused for a moment as the male voice stepped back in to speak. " Very well but we will be watching their progress more closely then that of the others students. We trust your judgement and will honor it. However in the talk of witch hunters.. " The male's voice turned into one of malice. " Trouble is brewing and will soon be brought to the doors of the academy, thus you will soon be returning to your role that you previously did for us.. As a mole for the academy in the collection of witches that have began to spread across the land. We will send forth more information in the next couple of hours..."
And with that the council disbanded and Davis was taken back to the Academy.
-- The Morning of the Next --
Now leaning against his desk in the empty Blackmoon classroom, Davis knew what he would have to do. Of course he would be here for the students and more importantly the ones he looked over but coming into contact with witches and warlocks was never pleasant and would bring out fragments of ill in Davis. Sighing softly to himself before removing his revolver from it's holster and performing a few gunslinger tricks...
"Miss Demain had left in the night.. So it will be interesting to see the reactions of those who followed her so closely like young puppies in the company of their mother. Or maybe did that lovely little angel find her bow weapon?" Miles wasn't as joyful as one would expect and instead seemed grim in expression and tone.
