[Before slipping in with this class thing, Shun spent just long enough with the counsellor to figure out what the hell was going on, not being particularly given to following vague instructions on mysterious god notes. Being here at all raised enough questions that barely got answers, and he's still trying to work through the information - gods, "shinki", the hollow shell of a being he'd been issued like a piece of equipment. But if he's going to get time to reconcile with it all, it's not going to be in this place, so it's in both his and the school's best interests to sort this out as quickly as possible.
Rather than slip in as a student, he's taken advantage of the fact that he's somewhat younger than he looks but certainly doesn't act it to claim himself old enough to be a teacher, which means there's probably going to be quite a few students getting lessons from someone who really isn't much older than them.
Luckily(?), he's elected to take some kind of self-defense class that was apparently a thing this school had, which mostly consists of him supervising students throwing each other around and making sure nobody cracks anybody's skull. It'd probably help if it didn't seem like most of the people here were just ignoring his presence entirely, which is why his attention is drawn in particular to the ones he notices looking straight at him, whether student or teacher.
Whichever one approaches, they're likely to be met with a somewhat suspicious eye and a faint scowl.]
If you want something, say it. [His tone is deep and serious, which may help his case if this is someone asking how the hell someone his age is supposed to be a teacher.]
[Hallways]
[The feeling of walking down school corridors drums up a sickening sort of deja vu in Shun, a continual reminder of why it's been such a long time since he's been in one. He keeps it down with a set jaw and an authoritative stride through the corridors, though there's not exactly many people paying enough attention to appreciate it, and keeps right on walking, headed for the outside areas of the school to see if there's any sign of what's causing this supposed sickness out there. Also to get out of the crowded corridors, because even if the students aren't seeing him so much, his eyes are darting between them rapidly, gauging for risks (however unlikely) in an instinct that's impossible to quell, and the noise level and inability to distinguish single sources of movement is disturbing for someone who's had to rely on that sort of awareness so much.
As soon as he reaches a quieter stretch of hallway, his tension visibly eases a little - but anyone near enough to notice that is also going to get rounded on by him, seemingly purely for noticing that at all.]
Shouldn't you be on your way somewhere? [His tone is a shade scathing, but it's a genuine question, because if they aren't, he might be able to get some more information on what's already been found out.]
[Lunch]
[Small talk is far from Shun's forte, but one advantage of chatty teachers is that all you have to do is have the patience to hang around and parse the drivel from the important information when they get together. It doesn't take long for him to hear joking and debate about the curse, some seeming to disbelieve it, others much more convinced of its legitimacy, and in the midst of the murmur, he slips out of the staff room and into the emptier school.]
A dead principal, huh...
[The murmur is difficult to overhear, but after looking up and down the corridor, Shun moves with purpose, heading towards where he thinks he remembers seeing a sign for the principal's office earlier.
At this time, he's not exactly expecting to meet others in the corridor, but listening for footsteps is force of habit now, and rather than be surprised at meeting someone around a corner, he merely pulls up with a hard look.]
Move. Unless you have something useful to say. [His tone isn't so much dismissive as detached - there's more important things to worry about right now, like the mystery illness, and he'd rather this get resolved as soon as possible.]
[Wildcard]
[He's probably hawking around the school grounds looking for clues, feel free to run into him!]
OTA
[Before slipping in with this class thing, Shun spent just long enough with the counsellor to figure out what the hell was going on, not being particularly given to following vague instructions on mysterious god notes. Being here at all raised enough questions that barely got answers, and he's still trying to work through the information - gods, "shinki", the hollow shell of a being he'd been issued like a piece of equipment. But if he's going to get time to reconcile with it all, it's not going to be in this place, so it's in both his and the school's best interests to sort this out as quickly as possible.
Rather than slip in as a student, he's taken advantage of the fact that he's somewhat younger than he looks but certainly doesn't act it to claim himself old enough to be a teacher, which means there's probably going to be quite a few students getting lessons from someone who really isn't much older than them.
Luckily(?), he's elected to take some kind of self-defense class that was apparently a thing this school had, which mostly consists of him supervising students throwing each other around and making sure nobody cracks anybody's skull. It'd probably help if it didn't seem like most of the people here were just ignoring his presence entirely, which is why his attention is drawn in particular to the ones he notices looking straight at him, whether student or teacher.
Whichever one approaches, they're likely to be met with a somewhat suspicious eye and a faint scowl.]
If you want something, say it. [His tone is deep and serious, which may help his case if this is someone asking how the hell someone his age is supposed to be a teacher.]
[Hallways]
[The feeling of walking down school corridors drums up a sickening sort of deja vu in Shun, a continual reminder of why it's been such a long time since he's been in one. He keeps it down with a set jaw and an authoritative stride through the corridors, though there's not exactly many people paying enough attention to appreciate it, and keeps right on walking, headed for the outside areas of the school to see if there's any sign of what's causing this supposed sickness out there. Also to get out of the crowded corridors, because even if the students aren't seeing him so much, his eyes are darting between them rapidly, gauging for risks (however unlikely) in an instinct that's impossible to quell, and the noise level and inability to distinguish single sources of movement is disturbing for someone who's had to rely on that sort of awareness so much.
As soon as he reaches a quieter stretch of hallway, his tension visibly eases a little - but anyone near enough to notice that is also going to get rounded on by him, seemingly purely for noticing that at all.]
Shouldn't you be on your way somewhere? [His tone is a shade scathing, but it's a genuine question, because if they aren't, he might be able to get some more information on what's already been found out.]
[Lunch]
[Small talk is far from Shun's forte, but one advantage of chatty teachers is that all you have to do is have the patience to hang around and parse the drivel from the important information when they get together. It doesn't take long for him to hear joking and debate about the curse, some seeming to disbelieve it, others much more convinced of its legitimacy, and in the midst of the murmur, he slips out of the staff room and into the emptier school.]
A dead principal, huh...
[The murmur is difficult to overhear, but after looking up and down the corridor, Shun moves with purpose, heading towards where he thinks he remembers seeing a sign for the principal's office earlier.
At this time, he's not exactly expecting to meet others in the corridor, but listening for footsteps is force of habit now, and rather than be surprised at meeting someone around a corner, he merely pulls up with a hard look.]
Move. Unless you have something useful to say. [His tone isn't so much dismissive as detached - there's more important things to worry about right now, like the mystery illness, and he'd rather this get resolved as soon as possible.]
[Wildcard]
[He's probably hawking around the school grounds looking for clues, feel free to run into him!]