Late for first lesson (Faval)

[Nai'shee]

"But- But-", she wanted to oppose that silly plan, but she couldn't find mistake in it. Except, of course, people around noticing, but it was hypothetical anyways and her version didn't go much better against that problem. On the other side, people usually didn't care much. Mizahar was full of crime, and thieves might be the least problem. Everyone experienced hunger, most even stole at least once in their lives. She knew she cannot rely on that, ever, but she was still glad to have that piece added to her luck count. "I guess you're right... But what about people around? In busy street someone would notice me? I doubt they would say anything, but there's possibility..." She already gave herself satisfying answer by her standards, but she started to get used to the fact that Faval was her teacher and she assumed he would have better answer.

[Faval]

“When you’re walking in a busy street, bustling with people all with an agenda, yourself included, how often are you looking down at the ground? How often are you watching anything but straight ahead of you? The answer is almost never unless you accidentally bump someone and look to see what you just accidentally kicked…your job is to not have anyone bump you. You always want to be somewhere that no one will think to look. That’s the best way to avoid being seen.”

Faval gently picked himself up off the ground, admittedly feeling some distress at no longer being able to enjoy the feel of the grass, before signaling for Nai’shee to get up and follow him. He did have some ulterior motives for this little adventure as he was interested in learning more about the layout of the university, if he were to ever require the information and, like he was teaching Nai’shee, it was always easier to move around if someone expected to see you. A teenage girl walking around with a similarly aged boy shouldn’t arise too much suspicion as to Faval’s motives for wandering around the campus which would give him ample opportunity to get some much needed information. He doubted Nai’shee would mind a whole lot, he wasn’t planning to stop teaching as they walked.

“That was passable though, let’s take a walk while we think up the big bad guy that is going to follow you about, you have any ideas?”

[Nai'shee]

He had a point. She would have to learn to stop comparing people to herself. Years of hunger taught her to pay attention, to constantly observe little details, so she could find her opening to steal. However, nobody honestly looked around. They had their own businesses and deadlines for tasks, while she was free to spend her time wandering around aimlessly. Well, until she signed for University. So, information is the most powerful weapon, freaking guards are tall and people don't pay attention, she repeated in her mind. Fair enough for first class, but not close enough to make her mind develop to that way of thinking. She will need lot more time to do so. She was not a child anymore. She did not steal only apples anymore. Faval surprised her standing up all of a sudden. She thought he might be leaving. After all, if- erm- everything gone as it was planned they would be having this class for approximately three hours now. She didn't know how much time he had planned to take for her. She was glad when she realized he just wanted to take a walk. "I don't know. Let's imagine we were close, so we know much about one another. He might be loud and careless... No, wait, that's me... Alright, let's say he's some classy guy with a guard or something? Maybe arrogant? Thinking about it, thinking of whole persona will take forever and if we do not I'll probably make up some details that fit me along the lines..." She scratched her head in confusion, with innocent smile.

[Faval]

Faval walked around quietly, a look of quiet concentration on his face that was hopefully hidden from Nai’shee or mistaken for him actually being focused on her. In small part he was focused on the now surprisingly talkative and fiery girl who he walked around campus with, but truly he was paying more attention to everything he could see about the layout of the buildings from the outside. His eyes traced the shapes, the entrances, the possible exits, the choke points and whatever other tactically important information he could derive from simply looking out the layout of the building. It wasn’t much, but it was at least enough to generate a little bit of information. Enough that he could tell he would need to get inside to learn more, but he wasn’t quite sure if it was worth the risk. There were books in there. Books were evil.

A chuckle escaped him, no way to be sure if it was a nervous chuckle at the thought of the deviously sinister books or at the girl admitting to be loud and careless, neither of which were good qualities while trying to remain hidden. Faval slowed to a stop for a moment, gazing up at the university beside them in thought as he considered a way to start the girl off in constructing her deadliest of foes. Adding a ponderous “hmmmmm” for effect, Faval turned back to Nai’shee. This exercise itself was nothing he had ever formally done before, since he had quite literally learned to hide on the job so to speak. He didn’t want to get the crap kicked out of him by the larger kids, he learned quickly to not be near them when they were in the mood to throw punches. That would be a good enough place to start come to think of it.

“That’s all fine, but let’s start creating this bad guy at the base and work up. Specifically, why does this guy want to find you? What did you do to make him want to find you? What is he looking for? Or she even, girl on girl violence is nasty like that I suppose.”

[Nai'shee]

She wasn't even close to noticing Faval was observing grounds around them. Very childish of her, but Martial Organization gave her feeling of safeness, so she already assumed Faval could not be foe. He probably wasn't, but she should have kept her guard a bit higher, perhaps. She didn't even pay attention to chuckle that escaped the guy, she just kept babbling about exercise until she was interrupted. "No, not a girl... Damn!", she said, admitting defeat. She considered girls much trickier than guys, who were somewhat naive, at least when she was in question. Who would suspect Nai'shee for anything unless seeing her in action? She was a girl, she was babbling constantly and she was dressed in sailor clothes. Even sailors rarely wore sailor clothes. It wasn't some poor try in disguise, it was who she truly is, but she learned to concentrate and carefully plan out some things. "Okay, let's say it's a girl, a former friend. Motive is easy! Let's say I realized she was scum and took her expensive medallion, treasured gift from decreased granny, and sold it. She found out and she's chasing me to... well, let's say I don't know what she would do, but it is obviously something really bad." She was really having fun thinking of this. Making up stories was always her specialty and hobby, but those were never too convincing, at least not while she was still a child. She still wasn't capable of quickly thinking of a good lie, but she was aware which ones were stupid now.

[Faval]

Faval resisted the urge to ask if the imaginary girl she was dreaming up was cute or not, since that seemed to be his go to question. In addition, she followed it up with “well she’s scum” so chances were that her imagination was constructing a nine foot tall ogre who would stampede around the campus looking to smash her small, cute, sailor clothed body to smithereens, the last adjective being added because someone seems very, very intent on pointing out how odd it is that she was wearing sailor clothes. To Faval however, he wasn’t sure it was worth mentioning. It seemed a little odd, well really odd, but he could tell within just a few minutes that the only similarities Nai’shee and normal had was that they both started with the letter N. Faval had been in the navy, he’d seen the uniform before, so it wasn’t a huge shock to him and he figured she just pulled it out of the dumpster to wear instead of the incredibly plain clothes that Faval was presently enjoying. However, Ms. Sailor Girl’s fashion sense did somewhat impede her ability to stay concealed. He’d let her come to terms with that on her own time.

“Obviously, now let’s focus on some other details. How well does she know you? How familiar is she with your patterns? Where do you think she would try to hunt for you?”

Faval smiled warmly back at Ms. Sailor Girl while Ms. Sailor Girl seemed lost in Ms. Sailor Girl’s head, but hopefully he got his point across to her before he continued his lovely little walk. The boy came to a stop in front of one of the doors to one of the university buildings before turning his smile back to Nai’shee and issuing a rather pointed question to which he hoped she did not notice.

“Is she a student here?”

[Nai'shee]

"Well, I dunno...", she said, looking at the sky. She wasn't trying to be rude, she was just lost in thought. "You can't really get to know my schedule because I don't have one. Even with classes or job, I do it whenever I want and people got used to it. But I guess she would know that I live here and search for me in University... She wouldn't be able to attack me here, either night or day, because of guards. But she could stalk me. That means that I have to get her to lose me every single time I exit the campus. Gosh, that would be annoying, I don't want pretty stalkers in that way!" She actually didn't want pretty stalkers in any way, but she came to consider it a good joke. She didn't have good friends for a while now and renewing her social life by entering University made her try harder in leaving good expression. Well, more in leaving expression of who she is. That was either good or annoying, depends on personality. She also successfully avoided topic of her job, again. She reconsidered telling Faval about it. By then she was sure he wouldn't mind, but it was unnecessary unpleasant information and he didn't need to know yet. "Alright, alright, you're not allowed to think of details anymore! You first made it a girl and now she's a student! I admit I would go crazy and try to beat her down in the middle of University, despite my good anger control..." Alright, she wouldn't really attack her but she would probably talk to her or scream at her at some point. Or, even worse, she would bring Tock to do it. In any case, it would be annoying trying to run away from her every single day. She just prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't get that for homework from the young man, either now or ever. She was usually in hurry when leaving Uni's grounds, mainly for her habit of being late, and imagining that she is avoiding some angry ex friend wouldn't help her a tiniest bit.

[Faval]

Faval was not educated in the slightest and his metaphorical cupboard of knowledge was even more barren when it came to female psychology, but it did not take much to notice that Nai’shee was, for lack of better terminology, moderately insane. Faval could only watch with a wide eyed and concerned look on his face as the exercise seemed to cause her blood to boil in a way he had not seen coming. It would probably even be funny if he wasn’t concerned that she might suddenly get violent as she had threatened on the girl who she forgot she actually picked to be a girl who was now magically pretty as well. The random pretty designation would have made Faval think she had self-esteem issues if everything else about her personality didn’t scream the opposite. Her rant had started off innocently enough and she seemed to actually be considering the scenario, but the further she went on her expositional rampage, the less sane she seemed, especially when she was demanding, either of Faval or herself, there is no way to be sure, that no more details were to be spoken of. Which was impressive considering Faval had her pegged as a rather less grounded individual and making him think she was any nuttier was a rather stunning accomplishment. Perhaps she was simply making a joke he didn't get as well. That too was rather possible, Faval was ignorant of a lot of social norms which were usually what jokes were considered funny in. Perhaps what she said was downright hilarious and Faval just flat out didn't get it.

“Nai’shee…I gave you the chance to pick which gender the nemesis was. You went with an apparently pretty lady. Also, in case you were wondering, going crazy and beating her down in the middle of the hallway is the opposite of what I’m here to teach you. Just to…you know…clear that up a little bit. I am curious to know just how attractive a woman your nemesis is though, but would that count as more details?”

Attempting to counter with a joke, and probably failing miserably, the young man turned his attention back to the task at hand. Faval, especially after she demanded that no more details be brought to light, figured he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her by spouting more theory or doing more hypothetical situations, but it was difficult to really practice the art of stealth in a class room. They needed a real world example or a target, but most objectives that required Faval to sneak around either meant he needed to steal something or needed to kill someone without being seen. He wasn’t interested in doing either with Nai’shee at the moment. A soft sigh escaped him as he looked back at the excitable girl. There was only one more thing he could do with her that just might get through to her and coincidentally, it directly involved practicing stealth in a classroom.

“Well, since officially I’ve been teaching you for multiple hours now, I’m offering you a choice. We can meet again later and we can do something a little less…detail…oriented or we can play a game. Your choice.”

[Nai'shee]

The girl blinked few times in confusion at Faval's reply. He began to annoy her more and more. "I- I was kiddding", she explained, raising her hands, as if she was admitting defeat, realizing that he could misinterpret that too. He completely confused her. Was it something she have done? He seemed as if he was faking being nice up until now or something. Did she really seem weird to him? She remembered beginning of the class, when he thought she was some behaved bookworm. What's up with this guy?

"Hm, I don't know", she responded, seemingly in thought. She noticed he was trying to cover everything up, so she joined. That's not going to make their relationship better in future, but won't lead to a fight either. She wondered if she should even attend more classes. "I'll leave the look to you, as long as she isn't able to seduce city guardians", she smiled. Her attempt at the joke was probably even more pathetic than his, but she didn't notice it.

"Game sound good!", she said with desperate try of enthusiasm in her voice. She wasn't willing to meet again later, she was in mood for some hard work, so she thought about visiting Tock or library or actually practicing what Faval told her about today. Picking guardians' schedules seemed like reasonable choice. And, in any case, she was curious about the "game" he thought of.