Anemone Jellies[Rainbolt/Camby]

Hermes was still adjusting to this strange school he had been forced into. In fact, he still sort of viewed this place as a joke. He was making the rounds, not in class currently, deciding to try to map this place out. He wanted to know the locks and bolts, how the security cameras worked here, and how fast he could undo them.

The pale boy slipped out the doors of the school building and into the humid air. The sunlight wasn't great for him, he was white, he burned. His hair was black, slicked, and with green spikes running through it. He wore a plain white shirt, with tan pants- nothing special. His eyes were starling however, but around here, there really wasn't any weird. He had snake eyes, round with slits for the pupil. Instead of a normal tongue he had a slit, thin one, and he had two thin top fangs. His nails were creepily long. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ciggy, holding it to his mouth and clicking on the lighter he held in his other hand. He took a deep breath, inhaling feeling the smoke level down his throat and back up, before puffing out smoke fumes. They were quickly lost in the breeze.

He noticed someone else quite strange leaving the school building. Hermes decided to follow this fellow, for he seemed to know where he was going, and everyone knew the city was dangerous to go in. Hermes was cunning, sneaky, and manipulative. He was designed to be.

Soon, they reached Mantas Carlos, and Hermes knew he hadn't been around here before. He passed oddities and freaks, his stilted eyes jerking around. Hermes took a deep inhale and exhale, his face masked by smoke for a moment, before he kept following his chosen fellow. They soon reached a market, and Hermes mouth drooled, he smiled hissing, his fangs showing behind the cig in his teeth now. His hands itched, the tables and stalls were covered in the strangest objects, and he wanted them all. He was a master theft after all, he could have it all if he wanted.

It wasn't that Siri didn't want to stare. She was distinctly aware of the rap of barefoot fin-claws against the streets of the Underground, and every part of her wanted to clap her hands on either side of her gaping mouth and gawk at the all-consuming glory of a biped SHARK MAN just waltzing down the street. However, a lifetime practicing teenage ennui and aloof New York City disinterest kept her head down and her eyes trained with sudden interest at a parked car. Once he'd moved along, her neck snapped to catch the trailing end of his tail, her own white-blonde curls flurrying around her face with the effort.

"Oh shit,"" She'd seethed, her voice a mere whisper to herself as she'd watched him step over to a vendor and asked with his crazy shark mouth for god knows what. With one hand, she plucked up a fistful of her skirt to wander up with a casualty so feigned, it was obvious - tapping her finger against her chin, eyes downcast to rove over the wares the vendor offered, and act as if she hadn't even noticed him. "Hmmm..." She'd hummed, reaching across the space just before him to grab some weird yellow nugget she knew nothing about - the hell was it, looked like a curry-powdered human toe -, and did it swiftly and crazily enough to bump her arm into his.

"Hey, my bad, dude." She tried cooly, peering up at him with khol-lined eyes and an easy smile, "Say, whatcha looking for, anyways? If he doesn't have it," - quick nod of apology and acknowledgement to the vendor- "I know the area pretty well. I might be able to help ya."

Hermes could not contain himself. His snake eyes held a mischievous, cunning, and manipulative gleam in the low rays of sunlight. There didn't seem to be much caring and kindness to be seen in them, or any slight empathy. He took a huge inhale, and exhale rings around his face as he scanned the tables. He was faster than normal- a simple knock, a trip, and he goodies practically falling into his pockets. No one near him noticed, and none of the vendors. His favorite was the smokers table. Cigars and death sticks were piled up. In a swift motion he had grazed his hand over the table and the cigars and blunt wraps and other plant products fell into his open palm under the table. He slipped them into a side pocket on his tan pants. he grinned a sneaky grin, his fangs that should only belong on a snake grinned too. An unnatural, thin, forked tongue flicked out, and he weaved through the crowds like a snake would coil and uncoil.

Hermes slipped and swerved his way through the crowds until he had reached the treat table. He had hardly noticed all the oddities, his greedy eyes still set on all the prizes. He should have brought baggier pants for this trip if he had known following the strange student. He accidentally brushed up against the shark-man, though his eyes were not on his features. His greasy black hair slicked back blew lightly in the city breeze. "Excussse me" He hissed slightly, his "s" a slur indeed, and a waft of smoke escaped his nostrils. His strange sharpened nails drummed on the table lightly. He didn't even keep track of the female who had joined the scene.

"I mean... true, I'm a regular." She'd admitted, shrinking just a tiny bit as the ginormous shark man turned to speak to her. She didn't have a fear of sharks, but those teeth were going to take a wee bit of getting used to. "I've been on this island for five years, and it ain't that big of an island. I think I have a good idea where you can find these jellies you're talking about. Of course," Her grin widened, and she gave a confessional bow of her head, "I also wanted to help you because you seem pretty cool. I've never met anyone with your..." She stumbled for the words, wincing as she'd hastily settled on, "...qualities? So, I'd love to help ya. My name's Siri."

Now, Siri knew a thing or two about lifting, but the kid that Lelei had referred to was a god damn magician. She wouldn't have even noticed he was robbing practically every table blind as he swept by, except for that he'd been pointed out to her rather specifically. "Shit, yeah." She nodded, teetering over to one side to peer at the lanky young boy from around Lelei, "I've seen that kid on campus where I go to college. He's a student at Starlight." And, now that the boy in question was advancing on them, even touched Lelei as she had to get his attention, she watched them both with wide, dark eyes. "Huh..." She drawled, taking one slow step back to avoid any association with the psuedo-slytherin kid in case... oh, he might trip and scatter a fuck ton of stolen goods in her proximity. But it was as she moved, as the wind gave soft breath to the odd curry-toe in her hand, that the thing practically scalded her hand with the enormous heat it gave off. It was not very unlike holding a burning coal, and the girl shrieked and immediately lobbed it like a hot potato into the kid's direction. "The fuck!" She shrilled, rubbing her palm furiously up and down on her skirt to wipe away the terrible sensation.

Hermes was cackling in the inside as he stuffed goodies, they were so blind! Well, except for the giant fish that just happened to stand in front of his way. There was always one person who focused way to much on him in a crowd, and then his trickery could be spotted. His slits in his eyes quickly shrunk and grew as he took in the shark-boy. He was staring at a shark...man....thing. His lip curled up in disgust, his fangs showing. What the hell was he? Hermes took a step back, and took an obnoxious drag and blew a long line of rings in his face. There was something else familiar about this fellow who could easily break Hermes into a thousand shark-bites if he so dared- authority. Hermes hated authority. He recoiled in much a way a snake would recoil its head before snapping at prey. Hermes knew he was about to be busted. His brain started to pulse and click forward, the situation turning into math numbers and problems in his head. He had been all over the world, gathering information for the government. True, the places he had been were full of oppression and poverty, but it counted. He knew stealth, he could blend in some how. Yet another part of him knew he was against freaks this time, not humans. He lowered his cancer-stick from his mouth and moved his hands towards the edges of his pockets.

The man spoke, and he saw rows of glittering teeth. Hermes knew he was dead if he got a bite in the side from one of those. His jaws was still open slightly, and he couldn't help but flick the forked tongue out of his mouth in an old habit. He tried to conceal the snake-ish parts of him, but it proved hard. "Jusst looking around." He said, having to look upwards due to his short size against him. He ignored the request to turn his pockets out obviously.

It was only then he noticed the female standing by. Oh joy, more interactions. He tilted his head at her, observing her movements. She might be a way out- she seemed talkative enough to create a diversion....

Siri was quickly finding herself in a familiar situation - being the most ordinary, biologically human thing in a five mile radius. As such, she had absolutely no desire to get in the middle of an anthropomorphic shark and whatever the hell this other kid was. He could have been some sort of snake-thing, or a dragon for all she knew. She had sensitive skin, ordinary eyes, blunt teeth, and instead of claws, Siri had nails bitten to the quick. No, she didn't have a dog in this fight.

Moreover, as a heavily-dependent drug user, Siri wasn't going to get involved in the least when Lelei started using the commanding kind of tone and line of questioning that a cop might use. This was a self preservation instinct, and it was strong in her. Granted, this was terribly interesting, and it was growing more and more interesting by the second.

So, true to form, the girl only watched on as the innocent bystander she was.