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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello, True Believers!

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

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Grell Sutcliffe | Kuroshitsuji

[deadlyjuliet]

A
[Working here was turning out to be an "experience." While the job itself wasn't a far cry from everything she'd done in the past - file this paper, type up that invoice, answer the telephone, file her nails because it was all dreadfully dull - the people were new in all the right ways. Definitely underaged and therefore off limits, but new.

She'd never been around, what some would call, her own kind in such abundance before. Every hallway was filled with them chatting away, every classroom bustling with them testing their powers. And for once, school wasn't terrible.

Except that now she was the office lady wandering about trying to get students to fill in their damn paperwork. With a stack of blank forms for something or another (she hadn't really cared to look at the title), Grell stalked over to the nearest students, shoving a form into their hands.]

You. Sign this so I can get back to watching the hottie across the hall from my office.

B
[Sitting outside on the lawn was a great way to people watch, and an even better way to play "What Not to Wear: Grell Sutcliffe edition."]

Two points subtracted for that color coordination.

[But on the upside?]

Plus one for the hair though.

B - SUP

[thirdarrow]

[ He catches her statement and turns around fluidly, his expression tempered to be so neutral as to be unreadable. ]

I assume you were addressing me?

B - SUUUP

[deadlyjuliet]

Unless you see someone else here with that waistcoat and those pants.

[She says, emphatically gesturing to each article.]

But as I said, very nice on the hair.

[thirdarrow]

[ And to that, he just raises an eyebrow. ]

Your own choice of palette is quite striking.

[ Especially the dress, but he isn't going to comment on that. Feliks had taught him that Americans usually had wilder fashion senses. ]

Thank you. I try my best. [ On the hair, he means. He's been told multiple times of its 'fluffy' qualities. ]

[deadlyjuliet]

Fashion is a statement, darling, so why make a boring one?

But less on that and more on your hair care. What conditioner do you use?

[ooc: As a note, Grell has a very definite British accent]

[thirdarrow]

Evidently. [ His reply is smooth - he can appreciate the effort the other puts in, at the very least. ] Though I prefer more refined styles and colours of my heritage. [ He wears the colours of his clan, and the crest as a collar pin.

It takes a few moments, but he places the man's accent and doesn't comment on it. His own English is pronounced in the British fashion, with a faint Japanese intonation. But moving on. ]

Oh, I make my own. Commercial products tend to be a little too heavy for me.

[deadlyjuliet]

Homemade? How luxurious.

Bring some by later. [Grell slides a small business card out of her front pocket, holding it out to the stranger between two fingers.]

Stay a little longer and I'll help you with your style - refined is beautiful, but a little fun flair could do you wonders. I promise.

[thirdarrow]

[ He takes the business card, glancing at it. An interesting name, no doubt, and a fellow staff member. ]

Kobayakawa Takakage. I teach in the Biology department. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. [ He supposes he could spare a little, and this... Grell person definitely seems to be one focused on his appearance. ]

What did you have in mind?

[ He likes what he wears as it is, but well. Sometimes it paid off to be more open-minded. ]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Biology department? Well, then.]

The pleasure is all mine.

[Grell is still relatively new the faculty, and so she holds out one hand, palm down for him to take.]

If you like, I can give you a few extra credit hours in Human Anatomy.

IM IN TEARS

[thirdarrow]

[ It takes him all of two seconds to properly register what the man said.

Well this is. Awkward.

He takes the other's hand, but manoeuvres mid-gesture to turn it into a brief handshake. ]

I appreciate the offer, but I already finished my university studies.

[ There has been. An attempt. ]

A

[niepokonany]

[Feliks was technically a student, but he wasn't so underaged anymore -- at 23 (if barely), he was taking his sweet time to wrap up his university studies and join the ranks of the adult world.]

[And as a foreign student who was working, he had a lot of paperwork to worry about.]

[He took the form with a little groan -- God, this again? Didn't he just fill out this form, like, a year ago? Lame. And on top of that...]

I'm gonna need deets on that. Which hottie?

[He did NOT need one more girl to try and beat away from Fai with a stick. She'd better have been hot for the history teacher with the abs or someone.]

A

[deadlyjuliet]

Fill in the paperwork and I'll dish them out. The longer I'm here, the less I'm there, and dear God he is hot.

[She pointed at the dotted lines along the bottom.]

Sign here, you can read it later.

[niepokonany]

[Feliks pulled the paper out of reach, hiding it behind his back.]

Just like tell me his hair color. It'll take less time than arguing with me, right?

[Unless it's a blond.]

[deadlyjuliet]

Ugh, fine. It's black - which normally I'd say is terribly dull, but it rather works for him.

Now sign. His class ends in twenty minutes.

[niepokonany]

Oh, 'kay, whatever!

[It wasn't like he cared too much about the paperwork as long as his involvement in it was minimal. Feliks pulled a sparkly purple pen out of his bag and scribbled out a signature.]

Is it like, the history teacher who smokes all the time? He's pretty hot.

[But not someone to get jealous over.]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Oh thank God, one signature out of...who knows how many, done. With the signature finished, Grell holds out a hand for the paper to clip the signed section off.]

I never cared to listen to what he was saying. Perhaps? He has such a wonderful little glower, as if the entire world were raining on his secret parade. It makes me wonder just what it would take to make such a handsome face smile.

[niepokonany]

Good luck with that!

I wouldn't know personally, but like, there might totally be a group that spies on his club's practices sometimes. He apparently has a little trouble keeping his kendo-shirt-thing closed, if it's the guy I'm thinking of?

[You know, reputedly. Not that Feliks had ever gone along, or anything!]

[...Only a couple of times, at least.]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Oh. My. God. Half shirtless sweaty men beating each other with sticks?]

Time and place. [She whips out a memo pad from her shirt pocket and holds it out to Feliks.]

This is absolutely a place where I should look for more students to sign their dumb waivers.

And B, which is your fault for not stopping me

[niepokonany]

[Feliks put a hand on his hip, scoffing dismissively.]

As if. What's not totally flawless about my color coordination?

i will never not be proud of not stopping you

[deadlyjuliet]

Belt.

[Grell waved a hand from top to bottom, pointing lazily with one finger.]

You could do with a belt to bring the thing together.

[niepokonany]

[...Huh. She raised a good point...]

[Feliks glanced at a nearby window, literally turning it into a mirror for a few moments.]

[He leaned down, removed a lace from one shoe, and tied the lace around his waist. The moment he was done, the lace turned into a cute little belt, and the shoes into a pair of pumps; the mirror went back to being a window.]

'Kay, how about now?

[deadlyjuliet]

[Such brazen use of powers is unusual for her, so she narrows her eyes as first the window, then the shoelace changes. Transformative powers of some sort, that much was obvious, but what was the catalyst? Did this boy even need one?

When Feliks turns back, Grell is all smiles, clapping softly.]

Much better.

And that is quite the interesting little trick you have. May I ask how?

[niepokonany]

Huh?

[Oh, right, his power. He's been at the school for years, which means he knows most people, so most of them don't ask these days.]

Oh, that? Um, how... Basically, like, I just... look at a thing, and imagine it's different? And then I'm like, "yeah, let's do that!" and the thing does that, at least until I go away or forget about it.

[He's a mild reality warper, is basically what he's saying. He seems pretty blase about it.]

[deadlyjuliet]

Fascinating. [And she actually means that for once. Sarcasm is replaced with genuine interest as she inspects Feliks's handiwork. Someone who didn't have to train nearly as hard at mastering their power is someone good to know for one reason or another.]

So you can do just about anything, then?

[niepokonany]

Pretty much!

[Well, there are limitations -- he needs something to work with, and it has to be something he can imagine, and it's harder when someone else is touching the thing he wants to change and doesn't want it changed, and he's got to be physically present with it and able to see or envision it... But why go adding caveats into the explanation? They're unlikely to come up, and anyway, he's enjoying showing off. He grins, bouncing from one foot to the other in heels that would be sort of precarious for most.]

Like, it's easier to use for defense or just doing cool stuff, but I can fight with it, too, in a pinch!

[You know. Because he can think a broom into a spear.]