Aftermath of Whatever This Was
The border patrol Tibarn had volunteered for proved to be quite the pleasant, relaxing one. The Hawk King has, for the most part, always enjoyed such tasks - they would often offer him the opportunity to stretch his wings and enjoy the feeling of freedom that came with flying and watching the world around him.
As he gets back to the monastery, he gets a weird feeling of something being wrong even before the reaches Garreg Mach. It feels... somewhat quieter, but the weird type of quiet. Has something happened? Unsure and confused, Tibarn picks up the pace.
There were a few hypothetical scenarios his mind prepared him for as he made his way to the place, but this sure was not one of them.
Blending in with the bizarre silence that had overtaken the staff and students cleaning up the... baked goods of different variety splattered all over the floors, walls and everything - including some of the workers - Tibarn carefully picks his way to his office, trying not to get his precious feathers dirty from the stuff. He briefly glances around as he goes. This would look like a battlefield if warring beorc threw cakes instead of spears at one another.
He successfully reaches his destination, only to make the extremely unpleasant discovery of something having in fact hit his door. Eugh.
... That being said, said something looks like remnants of a meat pie. If no one cleans this up, he might just give up and do it himself by eating the stuff. Unlike with beorc, Tibarn’s stomach is more than tolerant of meat that is not fully fresh, so hey, maybe he can at least get something out of this unexplained, confusing mess.
His attention is drawn to a small note stuck into the door by the knob. He takes it and reads,
Hello Professor,
Things happened. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this. Please take a day off.
He opens the door, slides into the office and locks it from the inside. Well, he supposes that’s his cue to get caught up on the gods damned paperwork.
Beorc are freaking weird.
