Scars of the Past
(starter as per request of @sharppaintings!)
Hubert had noticed the young man often.
His anti-social behavior, his sudden outbursts in class, the way the flock speak of him in hushed tones.
And perhaps, most prominently, the scars riven across his face...
This behavior was odd to Hubert. But, everything is a product of something. And with such... unique oddities, the cause must be of equal intrigue.
“Psych experiments, hm...? Spanning over the ego development period...? Intriguing...”
His sources would remain anonymous. But as a result of this curiosity, Hubert had gotten his hand on copies of old research papers pertaining to his quarry. As he thought, the causes of such a turbulent attitude were well founded.
...and, perhaps, had merit to be of benefit to him on his path.
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The sounds of malleable alloy borrowing frequencies of another filled the halls. Through word of mouth, Hubert had tracked down the man in question to the fencing club. It seemed a reasonable enough hobby for someone with that much turmoil inside to have, competing against another being into submission would fill that sense of inferiority to some extend.
...And when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Picking up a rapier -- or was it an epee? -- from the rack inside and examining it, Hubert spots his quarry.
“My, I haven’t held one of these since I was but a child...”
His gaze locks.
“I apologize for interrupting, but would you mind if I gave one of these a few test swings? I’m feeling rather overcome with nostalgia, you see...”
This kind foreplay before chatting always grates on Hubert, but he understands a delicate approach might prove beneficial before leading into any more... harsh topics.