After a brief exchange, he walked through the crowded paths of the school. Many people were coming and going from various classes since it was only noon. The clouds covered the sky, giving everything a grayer look as he walked.
The current goal was to arrive at class without drawing any attention. He kept his eyes on the ground and didn't dare to look up. "The sky is dangerous now" was what he was told. He held several pieces of paper in his dark satchel and had his hood pulled down, letting his curly blonde hair that reached his shoulders flow. He walked at a brisk pace as he clutched the black leather satchel that was at his hip.
The sidewalk seemed to be littered with students as he walked, which provided what he hoped to be some form of cover. He was told to stick close to buildings and hide under small roofs as often as he could. He didn't know why the sky was dangerous, but having it out of view now seemed to make that cold sweat that fell down his spine ease greatly.
Get this to master. Get this to master. He repeated in his head more times than he could count. His eyes were steady despite his inwardly fear. Being taught how to keep appearances up since he was nothing but a child had its merits for these situations.
He stepped out from a small building that he had entered for only a brief minute and already felt the gaze. He shivered and brought his hands to his arms to act like it was just the cold biting harder than it normally did. The gaze left him not too long after, as his hands stayed up for a bit longer. He was glad he decided to only wear a shirt and put the pin on his left breast.
The walk to the next building wouldn't take long, but he avoided it to avoid the cover. He already went into another building and left faster than he should've. That was already messing up his disguise, and he only did it because his nerves were getting to him, but now he had to endure whatever he felt as he walked.
King's Tongue! Why did the master have to meet me so far away? If I had known how far master would've been, then I would've asked to meet halfway! He quickly shook off the thought the moment it entered his mind. Asking for any type of grace or relief would've gotten him killed. Showing any form of hesitation was bad, especially since he forgot to ask the master if the meeting place was too out of the way for them.
Already walking on broken glass. Any further words would've made the master make me walk on actual broken glass! He had to correct his posture after passing a couple of people. The thought of the master caused him to slouch out of submission from memory, but he couldn't show submission in front of his peers. Definitely not now, as well!
Lost in thought, he bumped into someone and caused them to drop some of their papers. It seemed like files and other similar things. Two pairs of names were signed on various papers that were now dropped. He was half tempted to ignore it, but after a second of hesitation, he helped the guy with them anyway.
Let's see. Brown hair and darker eyes. He has obvious muscle growth happening. I need a good look at his face. As he handed the papers back, he got an idea. "Can you help me with something?"
***
The sudden question made Dirin surprised. He bumped into the guy while not watching where he was going, and now he was getting asked for help. He had plans with Markus and Ritchard in an hour and was about to reject him, but after looking at the guy for a brief second, he nodded. He seemed harmless enough.
"Great!" The guy's smile was genuine as he started to pick up the papers even faster. "Please follow me!"
The question was sudden, but his departure was even more sudden. He seemed like a very spontaneous person as he grabbed Dirin by the wrist and started to drag him to a building. It seemed like the math hall that Dirin had been avoiding like the plague ever since he arrived at Falem. The guy started to ask a bunch of questions about him.
"Dirin huh? And you are studying Magic and Life energy? Interesting! What am I studying? Oh... Just wind! I like the idea of being able to fly, you know?" The more Dirin answered, the more he got asked, and he was barely able to input any of his own questions into the conversation as well. The guy's name wasn't even said yet.
He seems to be on edge. Is this really that important? What would I even do? Inside the building, he was taken to the top floor, and they went to a dark brown door. It was the janitor's closet, and Dirin's hair started to stand a bit as he eyed the guy with a more than suspicious glance.
The guy clearly noticed this and started to shake his head as he started to do random gestures that Dirin knew were based on nothing other than causing movement. He studied enough about people to know that he desperately needed this help and was now trying to do anything he could. "No no no... It's nothing wrong. I swear on Falem itself! I just... got into an accident... This was the only place to hide it!"
"Hide what?" Dirin made the mistake of briefly turning his head to look at the door. He failed to see that the guy's hand went into the satchel at his side and caused a click that drew his attention back, only to be met with something hitting his head hard, causing his vision to go black quickly.
***
Once he left the closet, he adjusted his brown hair and the blazer. His height was now a bit off, but to anyone who really knew the guy, it would be fine from a distance. He started to ramble on some random words and adjusted his voice from higher and lower until he got the voice correct. He had to cast his satchel away, and now the papers resided inside the blazer.
Cracking his neck a bit, he headed outside and towards the meeting place once again. There were about thirty minutes before the cameras would function again, so he needed to get the exchange done and change appearances quickly.
Killing Dirin would've only triggered the safety measures in the star pin once the heart stopped, so he couldn't do it without some form of preparation. He kept walking and didn't feel the gaze cast over him again. Sadly, he didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing.
I can't get there any sooner!