Kylar wasn't the courtyard's biggest fan. Not by a long shot. The pictures he could get around the school were droll to him at this point. Since he'd become more capable of emotions and able to feel the sensations of pain, his photos took on a bleaker, darker tone. They were chillingly beautiful. Dangerously addictive.
He wandered some, lost in his own mind until he saw a particularly sweet-seeming girl with a flash in her eye that he knew all too well himself. He wasn't close enough to hear her thoughts, and while normally Kylar would ask people before he took their pictures, he found it gave them less of a real aspect.
He looked left and right before casually raising his camera and zooming in to get a better view of her, snapping several pictures soundlessly and without flash.
And like that, Kylar found himself interested as instinct pulled him into a cleaner kind of hunt.

Marian had been out an about that day, refusing to let sittng around be an option to spend free period. Most of the time she found herself waltzing down the school hallways, peering through windows and watching the little people milling about. It got boring on some days, which is why she decided to trip a few on their ways, watching them stumble through thin air, not knowing enough she was taking advantage of her own strengths to bring herself entertainment.
Though there was something bothering Marian that particular day. It hadn't come up since the morning--in fact it was only that moment she felt it. She had no special sense for detecting eyes on her but intuition spoke to her. Someone had been watching since she had leaned over one of the hallway windows, watching a pair that seemed like they were having an interesting argument. Now Marian didn't mind getting watched, but she liked knowing her audience.
Marian made her way down to the building's main entrance, thinking it would be easier to find her watcher when she was out by the open. Maybe she could catch them in the act -- and actually catch them for real.
It didn't take long for Kylar to realize she had caught on to being watched. Being a hunter both in and out of his fur helped him to know the signs as subtle as someone made them.
He giggled to himself when she went on the move and found himself silently pursuing her. He turned on the sound to his camera, so when he took her picture next, it made a gentle click. Then he changed position.
Try as he might, he couldn't get a read on her name, but people didn't tend to think about their name or speak in the third person internally. He'd work with what he had.
Another click from the opposite direction and Kylar moved again. This time, he spoke in a wispy, high-pitched voice that was not his own.
"Smile for the camera, girlie."
Click.

Marian would admit to herself she was not telepathic, nor was she in anyway psychic if setting aside her manipulation powers. She had no read on her pursuer--their identity or even their location--and it bothered her. She hated not knowing anything. Who, who, who, where, where, where were the only things looping in her mind at the moment. She didn't try letting it show and appeared as casual as she could when she stepped into the courtyard but the sheer irritation of not knowing built up slowly, but surely.
It wasn't until she heard the click of a camera. It was a sound carried by the wind. It wasn't from anywhere from a group of people -- Marian knew the noises coming from a group of friends taking photos. This was from a solo flyer, taking photos of whatever they feel like. That was also the sound of someone trying to be noticed.
A small quirk appeared at the corner of her lips. The clicks she'd heard came from around her, but it was almost like she could tell they were pointed in on one direction. A minute change in demeanor; Marian seemed to relax a little, her pace slowing until she found a spot with a little shade. Instead of continuing to actively search for them, she simply stood in place, an expectant look on her while she appeared to check her nails.
"A game of hide and seek, or a game of tag?" she mused aloud, but her eyes were elsewhere--already on the prowl. Possibly literally, as her shadow seemed to spread where it could touch.