Both Veiller and Goibniu were up-in-arms about Chastain's little mind trick. When Goibniu started to berate him, the officer gave a casual shrug.
"I wouldn't so much call it hypnosis as I would 'mental suggestion,'" Chastain argued.
A smirk rose from him, but it faded easily enough with Veiller glaring. He scoffed.
"Besides, problem solved right? Alphonse and Glas do the report, and I can focus on my recon."
Everyone's eyes had been on Chastain, so they were a little surprised to hear Kiara meekly say she was going to finish the assignment. As Kiara walked away, the Captain squinted, but said nothing. Chastain once again shrugged and walked back to his seat, picking up his book and resuming his readings.
Around this time, Claes had been getting her bearings. Glas hugged ridiculously strong and aside from the sheer embarrassment, being smothered was something Claes had to recover from. She had tuned out entirely to the conversation. Well, she had until Kiara spoke and pass by her. Claes tried to straighten up and follow her, noticing the tiniest healing on her forehead.
"K-Ki...Kiara..."
She tried to get up, but then dropped back into the chair. Her back still felt like jelly.
Glas, who had been reading the papers, waved at Kiara as she left.
"C-come back soon!" she said. "We have adoption papers to figure out!"
"Glas?"
"Hm?"
"Please don't say you're serious."
Glas gave the captain a sheepish smile. The Captain rolled her eyes and moved back to Goibniu.
"That you do, McCrae," she said with her hands on her hips. "I'll deal with Chastain's behavior. You should maybe check on Alfson over there. She seems...the worse for wear. And then find where your friend ran off to."
***
Once Kiara left, if she was paying attention, she would see a quick blur of violet pass her. A short thing only a few inches taller than herself in a fine blue and white dress, her violet hair in a ponytail.
"Liseran, come back here," a low voice growled.
Before Kiara would even notice, she'd bump into another person. The said person quickly stumbled back, adjusting his kerchief. He wore the signature Expiate trench coat. A jabot peeked out from the collar.
"My apologies, officer," the voice said, though it seemed quite distracted.
If Kiara looked up, she'd see a man almost a foot taller than her. He was extremely pale, and his hair was a golden-wheat color. He was on the older side, perhaps his early forties based on the lines under his eyes. His features could be described as hawk-like. His sharp light blue eyes looked down at her as he adjusted his neckwear. Kiara would be able to identify him as the Chief Commander.
"I wouldn't so much call it hypnosis as I would 'mental suggestion,'" Chastain argued.
A smirk rose from him, but it faded easily enough with Veiller glaring. He scoffed.
"Besides, problem solved right? Alphonse and Glas do the report, and I can focus on my recon."
Everyone's eyes had been on Chastain, so they were a little surprised to hear Kiara meekly say she was going to finish the assignment. As Kiara walked away, the Captain squinted, but said nothing. Chastain once again shrugged and walked back to his seat, picking up his book and resuming his readings.
Around this time, Claes had been getting her bearings. Glas hugged ridiculously strong and aside from the sheer embarrassment, being smothered was something Claes had to recover from. She had tuned out entirely to the conversation. Well, she had until Kiara spoke and pass by her. Claes tried to straighten up and follow her, noticing the tiniest healing on her forehead.
"K-Ki...Kiara..."
She tried to get up, but then dropped back into the chair. Her back still felt like jelly.
Glas, who had been reading the papers, waved at Kiara as she left.
"C-come back soon!" she said. "We have adoption papers to figure out!"
"Glas?"
"Hm?"
"Please don't say you're serious."
Glas gave the captain a sheepish smile. The Captain rolled her eyes and moved back to Goibniu.
"That you do, McCrae," she said with her hands on her hips. "I'll deal with Chastain's behavior. You should maybe check on Alfson over there. She seems...the worse for wear. And then find where your friend ran off to."
***
Once Kiara left, if she was paying attention, she would see a quick blur of violet pass her. A short thing only a few inches taller than herself in a fine blue and white dress, her violet hair in a ponytail.
"Liseran, come back here," a low voice growled.
Before Kiara would even notice, she'd bump into another person. The said person quickly stumbled back, adjusting his kerchief. He wore the signature Expiate trench coat. A jabot peeked out from the collar.
"My apologies, officer," the voice said, though it seemed quite distracted.
If Kiara looked up, she'd see a man almost a foot taller than her. He was extremely pale, and his hair was a golden-wheat color. He was on the older side, perhaps his early forties based on the lines under his eyes. His features could be described as hawk-like. His sharp light blue eyes looked down at her as he adjusted his neckwear. Kiara would be able to identify him as the Chief Commander.