Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20160415104808/@comment-26423188-20160418230621

The monotone look in Desi's eyes was decieving. Beneath it was a cold, calculating mind. And right now it was intent on gathering information on all of them.

"It seems to me that this detention has gone horribly wrong. Not only has that bumbling bubbly fool of a teacher neglected her duties, she left half a dozen of troublemakers unsupervised. Never mind that, this note will go nicely into my file cabinets, along with my tape recording and some surveillance if I can get it. I wonder if a ruined reputation at this school will be enough to ravage her for life?

"Anyway, I do suppose it's rather amusing to sit here now. There is plenty going on, but I'm sure by the end of this wretched etention I will have quite some information on everyone. Alas, I will have to delve deeper and interact with them to really learn about them but no worries! I have time, and I will cherish in doing everything perfectly. After all, blackmail is a delicate art.

"Now, onto my notes:

"That poisonous little witch, well I do understand why my hot-headed brat of another side would've hated her but I think she seems like potential is in her. Hmm. I would hate to have to break her down, as she would make for quite an excellent literate dueler but I can't let that get in my way, of course! I do dislike her rather dramatic way of dressing, it looks gaudy and impractical to me, but fashion doesn't matter in my world. She's a difficult one to crack, I'll say, but nevertheless! I will find her weakness.

"Hmph. Now another seems like a total fool. She's bratty, rather initiative in starting a fight, and all around spoiled. By her parents no doubt. I detect a kid in there and though it might be too much work, I could possibly threaten her using her parents. I'll keep that in mind if something ever comes up and I have a choice. Also, that cake she baked is sickening. Do I detect artificial flavor in there? Or maybe it's just the fact I don't see point in making something that won't last. Then again, she is an enchantress, kin of those silly little wand-wavers. God, they don't know what powers we have."

Desi continued to write everything down. Her notes on observing people were all there, inked in neat, looping script that was very so different from her other side's chicken scratches. She smiled coldly. Oh, no wonder that everyone around her didn't notice her bent on ravishing the world using the weak little minds of the people. They dismissed the demon as a regular, death-loving teenager.

She will show them wrong.