<font color='#000080'>Late, to say the least. An over assumption of his own skills lead Palasaj to make a stupid decision, although he didn't think the consequences would be all that bad. He regained his feet back where he started while going through his registrations, completely soaked with rain. The parasol Gujutyl lay in his hands, inanimate unlike before and appearing just as wet as he was. To be more precise, he was an hour and fifteen minutes late from what he promised to the principal. “I will definitely have to watch myself next time." The Pendragon did not galvanize as great an amount of a Fromina reserve as he thought he could muster, therefore not having enough spiritual prowess to perform at the height of his abilities. He wasn’t displeased with the mythological that described his body, but displeased that he couldn’t change for a while if he wanted to. Palasaj was near to the profile of a human, but with slight differences. His body was still broad and upright, a physical perfection at a glance. His black tresses of hair, wet and matted against his face, ran over his shoulders in stuck together strands that still held cascades of soaked water down to the scalp. The hair was at least five feet in length, looking even longer by being drenched. The prominent Palasaj turned around to lay his parasol onto the rest of his belongings, showing his fault from over exertion. The large, black, bushy fox tail lashed behind his back, whipping a low blue flame on its light altered white tip. By putting the parasol down, his slightly sharp fingernails and longer than usual fingers gave a more animalistic appearance to his hands, given more life by the beast like muscle on his more slender body. Palasaj whipped his head from left to right, slinging his heavy whip of wet hair in an attempt to loosen some of the water. The heavy hair was a bit of a strain on his head, and had to be squeezed out. While waiting for the principal to return from her business—which she hopefully was still conducting so she wouldn’t know he was late—Palasaj leaned his head to the side and squeezed the water from his hair, twisting whatever he grabbed as much as possible without ripping it from his skull.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart had other things to do then wait for Palasaj to come back. The Principal had gone about her rounds, visiting classes, helping teachers, doing some of her desk work... it hadn't taken longer then he had said he would get back, but, after an extra half an hour, she had returned to other business. Either the newcomer would return on his own, or not, it didn't really matter. His registration papers, and those from his old school, rested on her desk still. It had been around dinnertime, so she had gone to the Staff Room to get some food. It was right near her office, and she could get some work done in there while drinking strong green tea, and eating a couple of healthy snacks from the machine. There were some in there, at her request, since she generally didn't eat "junk food", like some of her fellow teachers. Besides, sometimes the others were guilted into getting something that was good for them, too. The pendragon lifted the mug to her lips, and sipped, enjoying the warm burning of the tea in her mouth, then rolling down her throat. It was her favorite type, with a soft touch of honey mixed within. A slight chuckle escaped her throat as she eyed the wording on the letter she had recently gotten. It was from a potential benefactor, asking whether or not there could be a building built with their name on it. Naturally, if they were going to assist the school, she could do that for them. Of course, there were many nameless buildings around here on which she could pin their name, instead of making a new one. Sometimes, she declined any question such as that, and, instead, had a room named after them, with a plaque that said as much on or near the door. A strange sound drew her attention, and her hackles bristled instinctively. With a frown tugging at her lips, she eased onto a standing position on the floor, grabbing her mug, as well as a finely crafted dagger that always rested near her. Sipping once more, she walked towards the door, with the knife carefully placed in the sack that hung from her shoulder, though her fingers lingered on the hilt. It was probably nothing, but the Weaponry master had learned that it was better to be safe than sorry. Catching sight of Palsaj, she sighed in slight relief, and released her hold on the weapon. Walking towards her Office, with a backwards glance that indicated he was welcome to follow, she sank into her seat, sliding the bag off her shoulder, and setting the mug down. <font color=#330000>"A bit late, aren't we, Palasaj?"</font> </font>
<font color='#000080'>"I had a few...ahem...travel problems to deal with, yes." A tardy even before he started in his studies. Â That would fair too well. Â Not to mention his soggy, pale appearance. Â At least he had the items that were needed for him to have at least a mediocre existence, which was all that mattered. Â It was simple to transport his goods now that they were all together. Â The sword stayed at the small, steel buckler, which everything else was strapped and loaded to Gujutyl. Â Only the parasol, his compacted armor, and a small provision of money stayed as his belongings--that is--the only belongings he had. Â Celuvix loaded Gujutyl onto his shoulders like a horizontal bar and followed Hart. "But I've gotten every thing that I need. Â I won't have to leave anymore unless it is school re--" A thick, wet spike of hair fell over his face, followed by a few more matted together spikes. Â Celuvix flicked the hair away, leaving a trail of water on his face where the hair fell. "...Unless it is school related. Â Is there anything you need me to do?" Celuvix waved his large, black fox tail in the background nervously, slowly making a haze with his blue tail flame as it wavered just over the ground. Â Fortunately, it was starting to dry out faster than his hair was. One benefit of the form that he was stuck in had to be his ability to retain liquids, but his soaked hair wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Celuvix closed his eyes while grabbing the bulk of his hair, twisting it like a ponytail. Water dripped loudly from his hair, straining down like the same rain that saturated his hair in the first place.</font>
