#⬡𝓗⬢|| 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. || i.c.

[principle-blood]

you bald-headed demon… / from Argent,, ( whaa me reviving a muse JUST for this blog? yes, absolutely... also hello! <3 )

⬡𝓗⬢ " That's Headmaster Demon to you, young lady. " The school has moved locations. Surprised to see him here? Good. Professor Blood corrects the delinquent, turning to greet them with a single raised hand, radiating red energy. The psychic was quick to block them off from proceeding toward him and his computers with forcefields. But, also the door. They've meddled enough. Time out.

" Hello... Argent. Lovely... I can tell by your remarks you are still precisely the respectless little rebel your file suggests, Ms. Monetti. " Photographic memory. If its ever been collected up and written into his machines, its forever known, the biggest database not his computers but always his head. An unlike his students, he does his homework... " Shall I safely assume you aren't here for early enrollment? A pity... I wonder what those powers could produce if you learned some real discipline... "

[principle-blood]

@starsmuserainbow || next page!

⬡𝓗⬢ || Her final grade? Blunt! Overly abrasive, rash, lacking in coordination, and worse of all? Disobedient. The Headmaster was not one to take head on, so to speak, not alone. His psychic shield could block near every attack from the titan, even if he rarely hit her back. He was playing defense, he never sheds his billowing ceremonial cloak, he was not risking engaging her in combat, no-- he needed all his mental resources to keep her from leaving. At all cost.

The longer she fought the more dangerous he became. Unlike his students... he paid attention. Took notes, if only in his head. The tendency of her flying patterns, how tightly she could ever turn at the speed she was flying, and he blocked her mid trajectory, and again and again until she was cornered, trapped in honey, caught like the fly all these young heroes were-- buzzing around his head. Red energy restrains her at the wrist and at the ankles inside a honeycomb tomb, they pull her taught, and force her to look into his burning eyes.

And he doesn't relent his psychic grip, not until he sees every inch of green fire extinguished in that glare, just like that hideously rebellious spirit. Gone. At least, as far as he can tell. ... And he sighs, no different than a parent relaxing after a particularly assertive punishment. " There. Now... are we feeling less volatile, Ms. Starfire? All that destructive emotion is finally focused into a productive mindset... " With a wave of his hand, she's released. " A marked improvement. I knew you had it in you. " With a pleased grin he plays off well that twinge of sarcasm under his words. He offers her his hand to take. Perhaps a sign of just how much they were all just children to his very old mind. And how much he didn't want her wandering.

" Come along, Ms. Starfire. " They were leaving. Before the others came tailing after her, no doubt. He has no time for all that. " Oh-- but, do me one favor, dear: Take out your communicator and throw it far behind you for me. "

[principle-blood]

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person. (Melvin)

⬡𝓗⬢ The headmaster cranes his neck down at the source of the disruption and cocks his brow. He admits, that one slowed him down a bit. " ... Ok. That's a new one, I'll grant. Your file did say you were... creative. Nonetheless-- " He continues stepping, but manifests a red tile at their feet to slide them to the side as he pasts, determined to be unimpeded in his task. " Such vulgar language... what are they teaching kids these days? " He half mutters to himself, the man who teaches kids to kill. He projects his voice more clearly as he continues.

" This is adult business, young lady. Please go play elsewhere. "

[principle-blood]

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you. (Rose - P.S : Not Sorry! 😝)

⬡𝓗⬢ || His lip tugs deep into a scowl at their rude interruption. The headmaster's eyes glow red with aggravation at their poor attitude for a moment of heated temper before he rolls his head back and exhales through his nose, sighing his words. " Yes, that's my mistake... I shouldn't have assumed you were capable of conversation. " So he's being rude in turn, sue him. Its not like he can make her say no stronger...

Teenagers will be the death of him. But they're just words, even if they did take him by surprise. He flourished an eloquent hand in a shrug. " Villain speech aside... it was merely a proposition. If the pursuit of world improvement means nothing to you, what we do at HIVE is hardly different than your father's work. "

[principle-blood]

"well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to."

⬡𝓗⬢ || It was a rarity to catch the headmaster actually knocked down, usually so careful, so well guarded. He rolled across the ground and propped himself up on his elbow, already aggravated with the fact he didn't predict that one. But his eyes go wide at the rapidly approaching shadow over his head, however. He has to throw his other hand up and block a mountain of falling debris with beams of red. It appeared to be straining him dangerously just to keep it from crushing him, but don't worry. Not enough to stop his amusement at their comment.

" Hah! Mocking... the enemy... in their moment of mortal crisis, Robin? I'd give you extra points for that if you were in my class. " After a moment he begins to take a more relaxed posture as he speaks, cheek finding his palm while his red glow subtly creeps up the sides of the debris pile.

" Such a waste... And so much potential too. Perhaps almost as promising as Cyborg. But~! " Quickly, the old man finds a limber, almost push-up like position balancing on one hand with slender fingers, and throws off the dozens of massive boulders and metal bars in their direction. " Needs improvement. "