The sand had been interesting. But Sura had tried to wash it off with a small struggle, horns scraping against the ceiling of the shower before she’d just gone and soaked herself in the lake instead, her massive natural-formed head barely lingering on the surface of the water. She hadn’t been floating, she was far too heavy to float, but her feet touched the bottom still, so it had been nice.

But that had left her drenching and once she’d pushed herself back into her compacted body, she’d gone dripping about the school. Drip. Drip. Drip. She was a soaking wet-and-filthy rat of a monster, but she still enjoyed it well enough. She wasn’t sandy and itchy anymore. Her hygiene left something to be desired, though.

The small trail of water still found her being followed by a couple of individuals who seemed to be content to be hounding the students about their thoughts on the trials. Which was interesting, even if Sura would be found half-lounging on a bench in a hallway, drip-drying. The man who had found her ducked next to the bench.

“Are you a student here?”

“I am.” She answered, voice rumbling as all eyes went to look at him. He didn’t seem bothered by that.

“Can I ask you a few questions, then?”

She nodded.

She’d never been interviewed before. Her large height as a student was almost marveled over by the interviewer who sat down with the Colossus as she watched what he was doing, seeming to be interested in all of it – that was why she’d agreed to talk. The interesting things that could be seen in the hands of people.

It was always nice.

“If you could go to another school, would you?” they asked. Sura took a moment to think, tilting her head to one side…then to the other…..then back to the first side. It was a long and thoughtful process before she finally answered. “If I had to, I would. However, it is tricky to move from place to place, and quite an unpleasant process. I would very much like to stay here if only for the convenience of things.” She answered, her voices rumbling together.

“The school has accommodated to my large stature, and I am quite glad for it. I would stay unless I was forced to leave right now.” It was a simple answer, but it seemed to be enough.

“What about the trials so far? What is your opinion of them? Do they seem, dangerous?”

Sura didn’t even hesitate to answer.

“We harvest FEAR from humans, we use this to live. We run off of energy that is obtained by being scary, amongst other things. It is a risky way to live, and you are asking if building sand castles and getting a little roughed up by an octopus is dangerous. The way we live is dangerous.

We are dangerous.

Nobody gets through the way we live unscathed. It is silly to think that these trials should be watered down even more to the point where it would just be little children playing in a sandbox without a care in the world.

That is how it works.

That is why they are called Trials.”

She was firm, and the subject wasn’t pressed any further.

“Why didn't you participate in the Trials? Was it because you know something the other students don't know?”

Another quick answer was made of this, Sura’s eyes brimming yellow for a moment, before she actually answered the questions that were posed. “Because I am here to observe. I have nothing to prove to the Horsemen, just as I have nothing to prove to Amityville. I am large and I am unknown – and I like it that way. I will support my fellow students, but I have no reason for trying to make a place for myself here.”

She sounded very anti-school spirit, actually. Like she just didn’t care. Which to some extent, she just..didn’t care.

Sura pushed the topic away with force, at that, simply calm. She was fine. It was fine. Whatever. Still, it seemed they still needed to ask her one more thing:

“We heard recently, that a ghoul died in your school and has never been found since. Is this true?”

Yellow.

Red.

Yellow.

Red.

Yellow.

Blue.

“I do not understand where you have heard this. I have never heard any such thing, but I have only been a student here for a shorter amount of time than most who are here. They would be more knowledgeable about such things. “ she answered.

With that, it seemed that Sura’s rough personality had pushed away any lingering interest in her and the interview was over.