<i>A young figure's eyes snapped open, and they shot upward from the desk they slept at. They shook their head, trying to wake themselves up a bit. Glancing downwards, they saw a cellphone on the desk. Curious, they took the phone in hand and minimized whatever video was playing. They opened their contact page, and scrolled up and down idly. After a moment, they stopped on one specific name.</i> &quot;Alliester, yes.&quot; <i>Alliester, a thin young man with a head of white hair tied back into a semi-long ponytail. He had a blue streak in his hair, a sentimental reminder of something or other. The boy glanced upwards, his sense of self reaffirmed. His glance let him catch sight of something, or perhaps someone... scaling the building? That observation was enough to clue Alliester into the fact he was in a school building, and before long his memories began to return. Yes, he had been here for a little while, enough time to get decently acclimated, anyway.</i> &quot;What in the world?&quot; <i>Alliester stepped towards the large window, staring downwards and laying eyes on a group gathered below, conversing with each other. He smiled faintly as he stared downwards for a moment, before turning his attention upwards to spy a certain someone climbing higher and higher with a rappel of some kind. Alliester's curiosity spiked, and whether the figure saw him as well or not, he'd dash out of the room, hoping to make his way to the next floor and catch up with this climber.</i>

<i>Alliester clutched his forehead. A hallucination? No, no that can't be right. SOMETHING was moving up here, right? The young man closed his eyes, contemplating for a moment before noticing the faceless pair staring at him. Well, staring was a difficult term to apply, but either way he felt uncomfortable.</i> &quot;Ah, seems I've made a bit of a blunder. Err, have I? Perhaps I should make myself scarce, lest I get mistaken for some sort of madman.&quot; <i>Alliester kept the key, but returned downstairs to try and get himself lost in what he could only assume to be the crowd from down below having moved inside. He muttered to himself as he walked, a conversation only he was privy to.</i>

<i>Alliester thought to himself for a moment as he gripped the doorknob. In all likelihood, anyone scaling the building like that could be dangerous. For what reason was he pursuing them? Something in the back of his mind told him it was important, no, mandatory that he uncover this secret. His head hurt. The young man shook it off, and would attempt to open the door without the key, resorting to using it if necessary. If at all possible, he'd also palm the key for later use, he could always return it later and it was better to have a &quot;backup plan&quot; in a situation like this one.</i>

<i>Alliester blinked a few times, this woman had a tendency to be overbearing. He shook it off rather quickly, and returned Emi's bow with a serene smile plastered on his face.</i> &quot;Well met, Sumeragi-san. As mentioned, I am Alliester, student-assistant to this... unique woman. I do hope she doesn't cause you too much trouble, she can be a bit much but I assure you she means well.&quot; <i>As mentioned, Alliester's name was odd. His face didn't appear to give any clue has to his heritage, and aside from the streak in his hair his appearance didn't leave a very strong impression in general. He chuckled at Emi's remark, placing a hand on his chest.</i> &quot;Well, my parents were a bit eccentric. Perhaps they expected a bit much of me, but I suppose my name does make for a decent icebreaker. Regardless, I do hope we can get along.&quot;

<i>Alliester folded his arms in discomfort, grimacing slightly as the cold air came abruptly. He didn't particularly mind the cold itself, but it did feel a tad out of place. In response to Emi, he merely chuckled lowly.</i> Ah, well I hope my attire isn't too strictly enforced. I have a habit of changing my styles by the day. I've been told I'm more fickle than most other boys, which I choose to interpret as a compliment.

<i>Alliester kept quiet for now, leaning leisurely against the wall of the classroom and taking this opportunity to glance at his cellphone again. It looked like he was scrolling absentmindedly up and down a rather long list, but his expression didn't betray his stoicism. After a moment, he seemed satisfied enough and stashed the device back into his pocket with a slight huff.</i>

<i>Alliester kicked off the wall, smiling faintly as he began to leave.</i> &quot;Ah, announcements. Always the most fun part of school, am I right? I just hope this one wraps up quickly enough, I have rehearsals soon.&quot; <i>He'd beckon to Emi cheekily with a wink, before following his teacher.</i>

<i>Alliester, to his credit, stayed fairly passive during that entire announcement. Well, &quot;passive&quot; probably isn't the correct word. He certainly didn't have any outbursts himself, but he wasn't silent either. When an actor dies, the audience is to gasp, when an actor makes a joke, the audience is to laugh. As an audience member, he did as he was meant to. Horror, laughter, excitement, all exactly as the perfect onlooker should do. Still, his commitment to the part probably seemed a bit... unnerving to some. Either way, as the curtains drew closed he offered a slow, simple applause.</i> &quot;Well now, quite an introduction from our esteemed director. To think, I would make the part for such a thrilling performance, I'm touched, really. I don't envision myself as quite the killing type, but I do shudder to think that I might make for an easy mark. To kill off a star in the first act, we can't have that.&quot; <i>He would turn to the two teachers nearest him, and make a &quot;come on&quot; motion with his hand.</i> &quot;Come, we should stow ourselves away as quickly as possible. I'm certain at least someone will be seduced by those honeyed words, and I do not wish to die.&quot;

<i>Alliester was a bit put-off by the apparently business-as-usual atmosphere in the air. The tone wasn't quite befitting what he expected it to be, but such a decision was ultimately up to the playwright, so he left it be. Instead, he turned his attention to Emi, as he headed for his teacher's classroom.</i> &quot;I will not judge you for what you decide to do, but do be careful. As things are now, I'm hesitant to trust anyone intensively. That said, I do have an apparent obligation to remain by my superior for now, so I believe I'll do just that, for a time anyway. Stay safe, Sumeragi-san.&quot; <i>He offered her a hasty bow, before retreating to the classroom with Eiko.</i> &quot;Is there anything I can do to help? It seems things will become quite busy from here on, not to mention dangerous. We should prepare ourselves as best we can.&quot;

<i>Alliester was mildly caught off guard by the implications of the task. Still, he saw no reason to refuse. Taking the attendance list in hand, he tapped the corner of his mouth with the red pen as he carefully examined the list of students. He expected the number to drop significantly in the coming days, but it would probably best to not say such a thought out loud.</i> &quot;Even still, this might be helpful...&quot; <i>He muttered to himself, as he looked over each name. They were just that for now, but having a comprehensive list of the &quot;players&quot; in this twisted game could be handy to have around.</i>