And so it did begin...

Had just finnished exploring the west wing and become utterly bored with it, she began to whistle to herself uneasy in the silence and lonely hallways. She carefully peaked around the corner making sure that she wasnt going to walk into someone. Her whistles slowing quickly until they stopped when she spotted two teenage boys seeming to be fighting up against the wall.

Horril smirked hissing "ever heard of phase shifting?" as he phase shifts through the man,leaving an image of himself pinned to the wall,hisses " that makes two of us!"

((It's fine))

Jecht chuckled softly as the situation unfolded..."Yeah...You deal with this..." He got off the wall and walked away from the scene, inhaling a drag from his cigarette and exhaling it through his nose like always. If the kid really wanted to see her, why the hell would he prowl around like that...Ehh, what ever...I need a nap... He yawned lazily, brushing off the situation like it had never happened. He was heading back towards his living quarters...

The poison landed on Andrew's arm not effecting the metal. Andrew wasn't sure how to handle this situation, he looked to Jecht for some advice. His arm still pressed against the teenager.

Horril smirked,attempting slip from the restraint hissing viscously fangs full bared an almost acidic liquid dripping from them

Andrew's arm expanded breaking free of any grasp and surrounded the boy pushing him into the wall hard, but not enough to cause any damage constricting the boy, he was an ex-military, he avoided violence with students but he knew how to fight. He rose his other hand ready to punch, but held his hand there in the air as, the boy was completely restricted by his metal arm.

"I said she was busy" he said coldly.

Horril flipped his legs up binding the strange man's arm bearing his fangs "let me go,I don't normally drink human blood,but I might if you don't release me!"

This kid struck Andrew as odd, it made him uneasy, normally Andrew tried to avoid any sort of violence, and today would be no different, he simply put his hand on the kid's shoulder and pressed him against the wall.

"She is busy" he said to the teenager, he still didn't like the vibe he gave him.

Horril hissed backing away from the two humans,his eyes blood red.The thirst was peeking,soon he would have to feed. replies to both "just coming to see the headmistress sir's" as he slinked past them toward the office

Andrew was walking out of the office with his suitcase in hand, but his glasses off his face and his hand in his pocket, he obviously just removed them and was stuffing them in there, once he saw Jecht and the kid he just shook his head, much like Jecht Andrew was just a human, no special genetics or even another race, he simply mastered an art, like Jecht's fighting, alchemy was something anyone could learn through the proper training it just took a while. Andrew shook his head "Things just keep getting weirder, What are you doing wandering these halls kid?" he asked not knowing Jecht had just asked the same question.

Jecht stopped walking and literally froze the very second her heard soft foot-steps. Years of being a hired killer can make a man extremely paranoid. He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling through is nose. He leaned up against the wall he was walking beside, waiting for the prowler to turn to corner. He kicked his right leg up against the wall while his left remained on the ground; his hands never leaving his pockets. When Horril turned the corner Jecht spoke out to him..."What are you up to kid...?" His head was tilted down as he spoke, his eyes remaining shut. His cigarette never came out of his mouth, even as he spoke, which caused his words to be a little muffled, but they were still very easy to understand.

Horril,being silent on his feet and for once curious,slipped through the corridor,the perfect predator. He just wanted to know what the headmistress was up to nothing more. For once in all his life he wanted to meet someone, headmistress Sky. He had no idea why but the corridor and the scent had a strange appeal to his dour nature. Just curious was all he was he tried to convince himself.

Andrew stopped shifting his papers and looked at Jecht through the top of his glasses, he himself was known to be lazy, but he tried to be respectful.

"Ok, I will try to get everything taken care of" he said standing and extending his hand for a shake.

Jecht still didn't move even after she asked him too, he wasn't exactly the best listener. His eyes trailed away from Sky and Andrew, looking out the window that was in her office, the clouds he saw on the outside seemed more interesting to him. ((Assuming that there is one)) He never noticed Sky's sexual appeal, he wasn't really the type of guy to ogle or drool over a girl. He would enjoy flirting or hitting on them, but only if he was in the right mood for it. He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled through his nose, beginning to speak with the bent cigarette still hung between his lips. "Great, just what I wanted...Low pay, no women, a bunch of loud kids running around, and a room right next to my own personal hell..." He said lazily, there was not a drop of motivation or liveliness in his voice. He let out a soft sigh, opening his lips slightly to do so, though he still remained a grip of the cigarette. His arms left their crossed position, his left hand moving to his pocket and his right arm falling to his side. He turned around and began walking out of her office, lazily lifting his right arm up above his head. His fingers fell into natural positions, well at least for him. From left to right his fingers bent a little further then the one before it, similar to a stair-case. As he did this he spoke these words. "What ever..." After saying this he waited a few seconds before bringing his right arm down and putting it into his pocket. He slightly hunched as he walked away, his head tilted down a little bit, and his eyes closed. He inhaled a drag from his scrunched up cigarette, he wasn't going to stop his smoking habits...

Jecht merely stood in the background, waiting for the conversation to come to a close so he could get the hell out of there..."I'd rather stand here" He lazily spoke to the head-mistresses; he wasn't the type to take orders very well. He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling though his nose as usual. His eyes followed the boy who had walked into the room, he hated kids...This job was definitely not suited for him, but eh...What ever, he could slack off and still get payed...

"Sky" Andrew said in agreement, he smiled at the kid, he loved teaching, but didn't exactly love kids. He pulled out some papers from his suitcase, and his reading glasses he didn't exactly need them, but they helped him read a little clearer, he could fix them with Alchemy, but he never really got around to it.

"How much am I getting paid, or will everything I need pretty much be taken care of for me here" he said as he shuffled through the papers.

Alex walked around the corner, seeing his adoptive mother with the two new teachers. He turned to her.
"Momma Sky, who are these two guys?"

Jecht let the kid free from his grip, there was no possible way he could have gotten out of it. He reached up with the same hand and caught the door as Sky tried to shut it..."I'd rather stand..." He said calmly as he inhaled a drag through his cigarette, and exhaling through his nose...He listened to her speak about them being the first two teachers...He was going to hate this job and he knew it...Why the hell did he ever agree to it...He crossed his arms once more, still leaning against the doorway. "Yeah, what ever..."

Andrew smiled a set his suitcase down in a nearby chair and did the same.

"Yes I am Andrew, I specialize in Alchemy" he said as he scratched his nose and leaned forward, he used to be in the military so he tended to keep his answers short and sweet, another old habit.

Andrew was walking down the hall, his thin reading glasses, layed loosely on his face, and he carried a light brown suitcase in his left hand.

"Is there a problem here?" Andrew asked seeing the ordeal go down, when he realized it was a teacher, and Jecht at that, he corrected himself.

"Oh sorry, What is happening" he asked as he pushed his glasses up only to take them off and put them in his loose fitting slack's pocket, a habit. He scratched the back of his head with the same hand he removed the glasses with, a little embarassed at his first take on the situation.

Jecht calmly lifted his right arm from it's crossed position, moving it outwards to quickly catch the boy's arm as it tried to push him. He gripped the boy by his wrist and smirked, letting a soft chuckle pass through his nose..."Bad move kid..." He held the boy still, not letting him leave the room yet...His left hand moved into his pockets as he stood there calmly leaned against the doorway...He let out a yawn as he lazily looked over at Sky, waiting for her to say something...He mainly did this because he knew she hadn't finished speaking to him, and this kid just seemed like a punk to him...