i'd hate to see you out of control

❝we are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, wandering by lone sea-breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. world-losers and world-forsakers, upon whom the pale moon gleams; yet we are the movers and shakers, of the world forever, it seems.❞ ARTHUR * INCEPTION ON SITE MILITARY RECRUITER STRING OF FATES

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OOC

Sorry guys! Had an overnight trip out to the countrycide, forgot to post on here! Anyway. Don't think I've forgotten anyone. I'll drum up some replies later tonight/tomorrow. 

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[ He is the sort to do things professionally and resiliantly. That’s why he’s a point man. Not that he would divulge information like that. He offered an expression that was somewhat welcoming when she approached. ] 

I don’t mind offering my assis-

[ wa-wait. hold up. did he hear that right? ] 

I might have misheard. Did you just say magical panties? 

[ It feels weird for Arthur to say. oh my god. How did she say that with a straight face? He wants to wash his mouth because those words feel like they’ve left an entirely foul aftertaste. ] 

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[ she paused for a moment, her hands balled into fists, before nodding her head enthusiastically. ]

” yeah, i did! well, they’re more like bloomers, rather than panties! they’re about yea big, ” [ hands represented the approximate size of the undergarments. ] ” and they’re blue with pink hearts! they’re really important and, without them, my career as a magician is a goner! ” [ his blank face and lack of words seemed a little disheartening to trucy, but perhaps he was just thinking of where they could be?? ]

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You couldn't have said magical bloomers? 

[ Oh my god. How is he even having this discussion. He's somewhat traumatised already. He isn't talking underwear with a kid, much less magical underwear. What did the underwear have anything to do with her career as an illusionist.  ] 

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Perhaps he hadn’t given as much credit as she deserved, in light of his little turn-around there: at least, she was intelligent enough to pick up on the fact that he hadn’t, strictly speaking, answered her question as much as he had posed one in return. Had the tone of his voice indicated towards either answer - a simple ‘yes’ or a simple ‘no’, whatever the case might be - she would’t have dwelled on the matter; more likely than not, she’d have let the issue slip without so much as a second’s worth of thought.

But all else notwithstanding, she had taken to him enough, during these first few sentences shared between to two, to brush away such thoughts with little (if any at all) suspicion. She regarded him with a slight tilt of her head then, that feeling of uncertainty concerning why she had opted to approach him making a return.

“Not at this moment in time, no. I had asked simply because I truthfully can’t recall having seen you before, although…I’m only too aware that that should hardly come as a surprise, if one takes into account the size of both the student and staffing body here. If you’ll permit to state the obvious, you’re not a student,” (she nodded slowly here, as if to support words that, truthfully, spoke for themselves) “and so I had immediately assumed you to be a…a teacher here.”

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"You're right in your assumptions to a level," he'll offer in kind. He takes a moment before he gives the quick answer of:  "I'm a bit too old to be a student. I'm a part of faculty."

It's the truth. It's not the whole truth, but Arthur rarely gives that. In retrospect, Arthur wasn't a teacher. He was here to recruit for the military (although Military is putting it lightly). It's an assigned job - but it is a job none the less, and Arthur does all his work to the fullest of his capacities. 

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[ help? he was willing to help? do you know what you have got himself into, arthur?! trucy’s eyes twinkled, and she bounced up and down on her toes. he seemed like a guy that could do things professionally and seriously! perhaps it was one step closer to finding them! ]

” yes please! you see, i can’t find my magical panties! i think it may have fallen out of my pocket when i was walking around the school! um, could you possibly help me to find them? “

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[ He is the sort to do things professionally and resiliantly. That's why he's a point man. Not that he would divulge information like that. He offered an expression that was somewhat welcoming when she approached. ] 

I don't mind offering my assis-

[ wa-wait. hold up. did he hear that right? ] 

I might have misheard. Did you just say magical panties? 

[ It feels weird for Arthur to say. oh my god. How did she say that with a straight face? He wants to wash his mouth because those words feel like they've left an entirely foul aftertaste. ] 

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She wasn’t the observant type of person at all, but the fact that someone was sitting out with a notepad and pen where people would occasionally pass did strike her a bit as odd. Getting up into his business was something that the girl probably wouldn’t think twice about—but she never thought twice about a lot of things. Walking a bit closer, she stood directly in front of the man, the more curious side of her was beginning to show.

“—What?” His response to her question confused her for a moment, for she had really expected a direct answer. Of course this managed to make her frown just a tad.

“I’m not entirely sure if it is or not, actually,” she continued after pondering it for a second. Really, she had skipped over reading whatever rules the school had laid out for people.  

“So you are watching them…Are you writing about them as well? I thought people found that sort of thing creepy.” Utsuho bluntly said.

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Utsuho, Arthur and direct answers should never belong in the same sentence unless the phrase: 'will never give you' is wedged in between. He realises that reply caught her off guard. It isn't. He's checked and analyzed it. 

"They do," he quipped. He would be creeped (or intrigued) if he found out he was being watched. But he immensely preferred not to do the watching. "Do you think, I'm the type to write about other people?" 

He's curious about how other people percieve him in so little a span of a meeting. 

"How did you describe it - creepy?" 

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This was the first time Dorian had ever felt wary of anyone he’d met at the Academy.The man seemed too aware of the surroundings, of himself, of Dorian, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was not a commendable thing.

He’d been asked a question- and not the usually odd question, either. Dorian steps down to bring himself to the same level as the man whose name he still couldn’t bring himself to ask for.

“Sometimes. It’s a big school, and everyone is new.” 

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Dorian had all the reason to be wary. Arthur was never the sort to be personable unless required and this falls under the line of requirement. 

"Some newer than others," he points out easily adapting the tone of sympathy. He's torn by giving information away or succumbing to a well crafted line. It's to throw Dorian off his trail as best he can. "I'm finding footing," 

Which on the plane of things was still neither a yes or no. He plays on the ego. It's a fault of man to constantly want to talk about themselves. 

"Are you new?" 

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Breathing out neither a complete laugh nor a complete sigh, his words were received with a gentle shake of her head, as if she aimed to deny them all together: as far as she herself was concerned, she had taken to impolitely keeping her gaze on him for a longer period of time than really necessary; appreciated his sentiments were, though she honestly couldn’t help but feel that she was undeserving of such words. Still, she remained as graceful as ever in manner, pausing only momentarily to brush a few strands of her hair away from her face.

“Nevertheless, I feel that an apology for, ah…for staring, no matter the length of time I’d done so, is due. Would I be correct in making the assumption that you’re a teacher here…?”

A question that needn’t really be answered, she acknowledged the moment after having voiced it. He couldn’t be a student like herself, with little doubt - but it provided a topic of conversation beyond her apologies.

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The graces are appreciated. He actually minded the staring. He'd considered it an oddity - perhaps one caught between a daydream. He doesn't know how to dream anymore, day or night. Arthur's graces are easily earned as long as they are equally returned. 

"Think nothing of it," he quips. "I didn't even notice," 

It's a lie, but Arthur's never claimed to be honest. Arthur likes noticing things. Then comes her presumption of his occupation. On paper, he's classified under another role but he'd rather not divulge that just yet. Assumptions are starting points of systematic analysis after all, wrong or right. 

"Did you need a teacher's assistance?" is how he spins this conversation in his favor. He coats the dodge with concern. It's faked of course. They've only just met, but Arthur can act well enough to make it come off as sincere. 

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Free time, it was one thing that Utsuho didn’t know how to spend—alone at least. Sleeping was out of the question, and the only option left was to wander the hallways of the school. Occasionally, she’d peek through the windows on the doors to classrooms just to see what was inside. Some had what seemed to be normal things, and other’s had things the hell raven had never set eyes upon before.  Letting out a yawn, she continued on. There had to be something that would be amusing upstairs!

As soon as she opened the door to what seemed like a vacant stairwell, she immediately caught sight of a well-dressed person. Utsuho was as silent as ever as she inspected the stranger. Why was here of all places, and what could he be writing? Judging on how well he dressed, he appeared to be someone of importance—a teacher maybe? It didn’t matter either way, he had grasped her both her attention and curiosity.

“Are you watching people, or something?” She finally spoke, asking a question that had an obvious answer to it. 

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He's a little bit surprised at how quickly that was caught on. The pen and notebook could have been tools to give the impression of someone that's an artist or too preoccupied. It worries him to a degree - perhaps he's getting sloppy. But more importantly, it pings him that the person he's speaking to could provide some degree of interest. 

He never answers questions directly. He can be forward, commanding even - in regards to everything but himself. Instead, he opts to avoid.

"Is that against the rules?" 

Arthur has them memorised by now and has broken more than he'd care to admit. 

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Seeing as how his next class still did not have a teacher assigned, Dorian thought it pardonable that he spent the period walking around the school and further familiarizing himself with it and its inhabitants. It would have been improper to have spent the last few days at the school and still not know the basic twists and turns.

As such, Dorian made his way down this particularly unfamiliar flight of stairs with little trepidation, knowing he’d somehow find his way back through a new route. Tanchou was full of surprises that way, an aspect of the school that Dorian could not help but feel grateful for.

And behold, there was something new already- or should he say, someone. There weren’t many who wore suits of such impeccable and nondescript quality in Tanchou, as the teachers preferred to keep to their personal dress code, and the students were often in their uniforms. There weren’t many who looked as obviously observant and, if Dorian were allowed to have a mite of doubt in his judgment, slightly suspicious.

“… Pardon, sir, but by chance, might you be lost?”

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He's taking notes on something by the time Dorian approaches. The inquiry is an expected one. He is over dressed, but he is dressed for a reason. The notebook is shut quickly before any glimpse of it is observed. It's small enough to be tucked into the back pocket of his straight cut slacks as he stands. 

The question makes him smile almost, just the subtlest tug of the lips. Arthur never gets lost. He's much too prepared with his almost meticulous attention to cartography. One of the first things he requested before agreeing to come to the school was blue prints. He had to know the easiest escape route at all times. 

His even shadier sides of him oblige that question first. Redirection.

"Do a lot of people get lost around here?" 

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“Can you help me wi…?”

Her sentence - nothing more than a parrotting of his question, something merely seeking clarification - trailed off towards its end, and she let the half-finished word hang in the air. Could he help her with something…? Certainly, perhaps it wasn’t the most considerate thing to have done, i.e. eye the other from head to toe with something akin to intrigue present in her gaze, but she couldn’t recall ever seeing the gentleman before. Granted, the scale of the academy was hardly something one could easily overlook; more than anything else, however, perhaps it’s that…frankly curious air he had about him that drew her to him.

“Oh, no, no. Pardon me, I… I meant not to intrude, sir.”

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The fact that they both replied in kind, is cause for him to let out a dry throaty laugh. He watched her, trying to see what he could figure out on first impression. He realised that they were both caught in a social entaglement neither probably wanted to be in and Arthur (unlike a certain forger) was a gentleman, enough. He didn't know a lot of people in Tancho quite yet and more importantly a lot of people in Tancho didn't know him quite yet. So he settles for civility. 

"It's a welcome intrusion," he invites. He's here to observe students after all, it doesn't take him much to guess that she is one. 

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Well of course I have good taste...

 ”I’m quite the trend setter back home.” 

Cynthia didn’t really expect to have someone bother her the moment she stepped into the faculty dorms, but seeing this sharp, well dressed person made her think otherwise. She stood there, clutching the handle of her roller bag, other hand about to insert the key into the lock when he came up and stopped her. “I’m sorry, I don’t really have time to entertain you right now, I’ve just moved in to my dorm and so I’ll probably be too busy fixing up.”

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Arthur doesn't do trends. He makes his living by being secretive, flying so far under everyone's noses until he's hidden in plain sight. Secrecy is an art, and Arthur thinks of himself as an artist. 

So this must be my room mate, Arthur thinks pointedly. He's had to arrive first. Keep his things hidden, spruce the room up to be as void of a personality as it was. The PASIV device was hidden away along with a Glock 17 and an FN-Scar L assault rifle. Carefully composed compartments under the floor boards. The initial ushering of her to stop was because he didn't want any of this scene. The idea of a breach in privacy displeases him. 

"Wrong choice of pronouns. It seems to be our dorm." 

Be civil, let her suspect nothing.

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SoF ➡ 11 new followers!

[ Arthur shoots them a quick look. A subtle quirk of the brow, a look that sits somewhere between intrigued and suspicious. He offers a smile that can only be described as polite. He's cautious and it shows. ] 

Can I help you with something? 

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SoF ➡ OPEN TO ALL / INTRO

Arthur is prowling, perhaps for lack of a better term, the hallways of Tancho. He's a sharply dressed man - a two piece charcoal gray suit, with thin gray pin-striping and a red silk tie in the subtle pattern of spades (complete with tie clip and cufflinks). There's a sort of military air to him. 

He gives no indication to who he is or why he's here. The charms of a suit is that it's basically an all access pass. You dress sharply enough - look important enough, people will avoid asking questions. He slipped into the campus without so much identification.  He's been unofficially assigned here as a delegation of Project Somnacin. The school was a blip on his radar for potential people that could get involved with dreamsharing and if anyone was coming into the field Arthur had to know who or what was involved at all times. 

He had to look for an apt place to people watch, so he settles on finding an empty stairwell and taking a seat. Pulling out a black moleskine notebook and a fountain pen. 

[ Anyone coming through the stairs or noticing Arthur watching like a creeper can come BOTHER HIM. asdlasdl ] 

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I like your hanky~

It's a pocket square. Proof, you enjoy it is just a sign of good taste. 

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Bertrand paradox 

1. The “random endpoints” method

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Joseph Peterson, The effect of length of blind alleys on maze learning

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