Solis scowled fiercely as he stalked up and down the rows of stalls set up on the lush courtyard grass for the Club Festival, his gait as unwavering as a predator after its prey. He absolutely loathed large crowds of any sort-- they chafed heavily at his deeply ingrained wariness--, but as auditor of the student council, it was his job to ensure things were running as they should be.
Of course, he'd normally shrug off such responsibilities as much as he could beneath the watchful eye of his council president, but his not-friend, Wei, had begun to appear increasingly harried the closer the date of the Festival became. It had unnerved him to see his usually bouncy not-friend so worked up, and as such, he'd taken it upon himself-- grudgingly, for it wouldn't do to appear so eager to help-- to patrol the courtyard and halls. This way, his not-friend wouldn't have to worry overly much about things going pear shaped at the wrong time.
After all, who would dare make a mockery of the event so important to the Academy when Solis Karma was watching with hawk-like finesse?
He didn't bother even hinting about how much his more... sadistic tendencies were purring every time he scared the living daylights out of the students around him; he'd just be nagged at for it if such emotions showed in his expression. By the time he'd finished a circuit around half of the area allotted for the Festival, he'd had to break up one verbal altercation and stop a gang of students hoping they could steal some treats from one of the food vendors. It had calmed some of his raging annoyance at being anywhere near such crowds to see the intimidated fear in the other students' eyes, and once those two little issues were taken care of, the tension in his shoulders lessened a tad. It was still there, as only a good spar with his weapons teacher or holing himself up somewhere he could bask in peaceful silence could truly help him unwind, but to those that could read him-- sadly, his not-friend was the only one-- he was managing to deal with it now.
Maybe he should frighten more students into submission? It was therapeutic, after all, and many of his teachers had warned him to do something about his temper before it reached its admittedly short tether and he caused a moderately large group of people to suffer.
They had called it 'being proactive', he recalled with a soft snort of dark amusement, black eyes sweeping about the grounds.
Of course, he'd normally shrug off such responsibilities as much as he could beneath the watchful eye of his council president, but his not-friend, Wei, had begun to appear increasingly harried the closer the date of the Festival became. It had unnerved him to see his usually bouncy not-friend so worked up, and as such, he'd taken it upon himself-- grudgingly, for it wouldn't do to appear so eager to help-- to patrol the courtyard and halls. This way, his not-friend wouldn't have to worry overly much about things going pear shaped at the wrong time.
After all, who would dare make a mockery of the event so important to the Academy when Solis Karma was watching with hawk-like finesse?
He didn't bother even hinting about how much his more... sadistic tendencies were purring every time he scared the living daylights out of the students around him; he'd just be nagged at for it if such emotions showed in his expression. By the time he'd finished a circuit around half of the area allotted for the Festival, he'd had to break up one verbal altercation and stop a gang of students hoping they could steal some treats from one of the food vendors. It had calmed some of his raging annoyance at being anywhere near such crowds to see the intimidated fear in the other students' eyes, and once those two little issues were taken care of, the tension in his shoulders lessened a tad. It was still there, as only a good spar with his weapons teacher or holing himself up somewhere he could bask in peaceful silence could truly help him unwind, but to those that could read him-- sadly, his not-friend was the only one-- he was managing to deal with it now.
Maybe he should frighten more students into submission? It was therapeutic, after all, and many of his teachers had warned him to do something about his temper before it reached its admittedly short tether and he caused a moderately large group of people to suffer.
They had called it 'being proactive', he recalled with a soft snort of dark amusement, black eyes sweeping about the grounds.
