Amidst a quiet storm [Open]

I will walk through the fog as I welcome death

It was raining this day, sending most of the breathing people off in search of shelter. The harbinger of War was one such person, having not really liked getting wet all that much in the first place. This day is was in more casual clothing, a blue sweater that appeared to be a turtleneck of sorts accompanied by a silken coat with patterns of blue on the inside whereas the outside was a paler color that matched his pants. He had been taking a walk during one of his calmer days, enjoying the scenery about him and the smell of the coming rain. However, when it actually did begin to fall his mood quickly turned to one of displeasure at the rain that he had been momentarily stuck in.

He'd much rather observe the rain from a dry spot than...well, in it. So he had found his way to the closest building in his proximity, the tea club building. It had it's own little courtyard with a small pond filled with some fish and frogs, something to add to the tranquility of the location he supposed. It had appeared he was not alone as well, for there was a girl, or rather young woman, with green hair sitting there at one of the low tables. Ah, he remembered such low tables back in the Far Eastern countries he frequented, such furnishing could be found in his own home as well to his own comfort.

He approached silently, pausing only when his presence was acknowledged. Well, he supposed this would be a rare treat for a student to be in the presence of an actual harbinger, at least in his opinion. His eyes moved to the opposing seat and accompanying wares that were laid out from the young woman, taking a moment before he moved once more to sit. His eyes passed over what all was there before his hands reached out to pick up the cup that had been prepared already. How interesting.

He said nothing still as he lifted it up to take a whiff of it, not wanting to really take a sip of anything he might not enjoy before doing so. Though, once he had accepted the scent and taken a sip, he lowered the cup and finally set his eyes on the student before him. "It seems as though you were expecting another visitor with the way this cup was prepared already." He spoke up finally, his voice gentle and soft, but not quite light or deep but somewhere in between. Something one wouldn't really gather from the harbinger of War perhaps.

His head turned a little to look out at the inner courtyard of the building, watching the rain begin to grow a bit stronger as the storm that came was, well, coming closer to them. He took a deep breath of the stormy air, closing his eyes as a rumble of thunder announced the storm's arrival. After about a minute he opened his blue eyes and turned his attention back to his current companion once more, hands still holding the cup of tea. "Storms are quite calming, no? I find it quite relaxing to sit and listen to the rain and thunder, breathe in that invigorating air." He spoke up once more, lowering his gaze to take another sip of the tea. "You are not one of mine, whom do you belong to?"

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I will walk through the fog as I welcome death

The harbinger of War listened to her speak in a calm manner, merely remaining where he was as he sipped his tea. He gave a small nod in acknowledgement to her words, only pausing to narrow his eyes in quite a warning manner as he heard his name being spoken as such. His eyes hardened a little as they were trained on her, the cup of tea he had being set down on the table. He had accepted the towel to help dry himself off nonetheless, but he allowed her to finish speaking as he sat there in silence with his hardened gaze still very much trained on the young woman.

With the towel, he used it to dry his hair a bit, careful in doing so due to the fact he did not want his hair in a complete mess. He did have standards of appearance after all. Once she finished talking, as well as providing him with her name and her patron, he lowered the towel from his head and set it down beside him. "Miss...Grimhildr, correct? I am sure you are a rather capable and lovely student here, even more in this club of yours as president." He spoke out in a calm manner, his voice still soft and gentle yet this time held and underlying tone of...danger almost.

"Do take in mind of your place and mine. You should not address me nor the other harbingers you come across by their first names, if any of their names at all. We are not familiar with one another nor are we intimate either, so there is no reason for such a bright, young woman to be using my name in such a way. For until you graduate from this school...you are still nothing in the eyes of harbingers in terms of equality. You still have potential, yes, but you are not one of us nor, again I must say, close to us. You are merely a disposable pawn for a greater purpose at this point of your life still."

He paused, lifting his cup of tea to take a sip like he didn't just give the girl a scolding. After a few moments he lowered his cup once more, his eyes having been following it, and lifted his gaze to look at the Death student once more. He tilted his head to the side slightly and gave a very slight smile, something that seemed a bit unnerving from his calm demeanor that was hiding something very opposite to the calmness. "Rude as my question may have seemed... I am a curious creature, so for that you would have to forgive my intrusion of such a question into knowing who you were." He spoke on, his tone dropping that dangerous warning but still that of being watchful for what she could say next.

"Tell me, if I may so intrude with this question, do you frequent this building all by your lonesome to drink some tea?"

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