Flyers of victory (open)

Smiling, Yemon made his way past a couple of collge students where he fitted in perfectly while wearing some casual black and red clothing set up with one of his favourite scarf. "Hm?" Yemon's goal was going to give out flyers to other people here about working in his shop for some extra cash but saw someone already took one of his favourite spots made him pout a little like a child.

While still holding a little pile of flyers, Yemon made his way towards the fellow red head with a confused expression and decided to ask, "urr, heyo there~" first was the usual bright smile and bent forward pose, facing Morgan's side like those anime "childhood friend" characters do. Yemon stood straight right after the woman catched Yemon's presence.

"Well, this is quite a cool spot you're standing in, mind if I ask what you're doing here?" Yemon couldn't care any less about this school's predicaments judging from the flyers this girl has but nevertheless he wanted to broaden his horizons while looking for people wondering if they're interested in a part time or full time job.

The pace at which he flowed through the crowd was a slow, and very peculiar one. The people there were ignorant as to what exactly he did, who he was, and what he was for. His frame was slender, and body held upright aside from his head which lulled forward to a degree of hiding his face from on lookers. The hood, black and gray as everything else he was covered with, was tipped just over the edge of his face to conceal the sides, and and features from sight. Though, this wasn't on purpose, his luck on not seeming like a total creeper always seemed to fall short.

Rounding the corner and slipping between two people who walked in the opposite direction, his gaze would fall upon two individuals whom seemed to be holding conversation. Neither of which, he knew, though this didn't deter his mind from his already made up decision. Coming to a stop several meters to the right of them both, he'd bring his hand up, and gently pull back the cloak exposing his gray hair, and dark blue eyes to the surrounding area. His face, as usual, held a very blank, emotionless standard to it. He carried nothing around except anger, and distaste, for it was pretty much what he was made to do.. His Aura would stretch and take in the pain of the beings around him, examining it, feeling it, and understanding it. Sighing he'd look at the two talking, and maintain the stare from his position. Did he really desire to cause trouble already? He was new, perhaps it wasn't a grand idea.. alas, he still didn't falter.. (E)

Daniel was walking through the courtyard with a smile on his face when he noticed Morgan hanging up flyers. He walked over and smiled at her, clad in his casual clothes.

"Good evening Morgan, how goes the campaign?" He asked, taking a flier.