It wasn't even until half a year later that a professor finally stepped up for the job as assistant Headmaster, the ever-curious Professor Quibble, a professor that wore a thick black cloak that covered their head at all times. He waited for the DETH student members now, the only school club that had spun off from the true DETH facilities that worked day and night in the Human World, of which the professor was notably one of. He sat today on his little swiveling chair, perched on was the more the word, feet looming over the edge of the chair, only an abyss of glowing red eyes apparent through the hood. Occasionally he would raise a chained hand, smoking clawed hands losing form with a puff of smoke to regain itself again for a few seconds before repeating the same process.
He was also holding up his Skellyphone by the time the first of the DETH student members arrived. < I received a curious text written by a fellow DETH student member just mere moments ago. What did you exactly mean by saving a human? >
The tone was just that of plain curiosity, a few pamphlets spread across on their table: it was nothing DETH student members had not seen. 'Humans and YOU'. 'How to tell if a Human needs help'. 'Humans and their daily lives.'
OOC
Anyone from DETH may ENTER and EXIT as they please. You can go into another meeting, or to the festival, or even re-enter from another area.
