Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25936606-20150514045454

((Gah! This is what I get for being inactive for a day, a flood of action to respond to. But this really is getting pretty interesting. Who knew the “dead” could accomplish so much in such little time?))

Tim calmly (in a relative sense) looked on as things suddenly took on a different form of dramatic. He briefly wondered if every meeting would be like this. With so many interesting fairytales in attendance, it was certainly possible. As he observed, he debated whether or not to help them against this new threat. He certainly didn’t want any of their personal thoughts exposed in any way; things were obviously hard enough for them all as it was without the Headmaster or any teasing students knowing their dearest secrets. Of course, Tim didn’t really have anything to hide in this, but hey, personal is personal, no matter who you are (or even how you are). He knew what he’d feel like if he was in their shoes.

Not to mention that the whole idea was a little thrilling. It was even possible they could spin it to keep out of trouble.

Tim sighed to himself. It felt wrong, to keep this a secret from his authority, but it didn’t seem right to exploit the already-suffering, either. Either way, he owed it to his fellow condemned fairytales to keep the confidentiality of a group like this.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and looking coolly at Sammy as if he was the one speaking. “Just why do you want access to the Student Records?” he asked Trishia suspiciously. “What are you planning on doing?”