Ann
Nice day. A nice quiet day for him to clean the hallway after a good sweep before pulling out the old mop and bucket. He wore his stone grey janitor outfit with a plaid yellow scarf on his neck, none-slip boots to keep him from skidding on the wet floor. There was headphones playing rock music that hang on his neck like a collar to keep him entertained. Drowning out the student's voices in the background, also helping to drown out a few mockeries, he was just focus on his work. There was a content look as he mop away the shines of dried dirt and weird footprints left by a shapechanging student.
Patricia
Through the music, a mumble of noise kept coming in, it was familiar, and as it kept getting clearer through the music, it was clear who it was: Yarimiel. She tapped him on the shoulder, going "Hey, hey, heeey, he*Eee*Y..." For sake of ease on the mind, same outfit. Even before he made it obvious that he noticed her, she spoke up again, talking with an unflection of attitude, clearly upset by the following, "Dude, are you really just going to let them say that shit to you?" Her face showed obvious anger, her eyebrows having gone down like last time, her free hand was clenched tightly while the other did the soft tapping.
Ann
Vance jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder which made him turn sharply to nearly grab Yari's wrist. His nerves were still uptight about someone getting the drop on him again. He turn the volume off on his phone to now hear some students snicker as they walk away. "Why are you so upset about it?" Vance asked, now rubbing the back of his ear. "What they say doesn't matter because its none of their business why I am working? Or how I look? That's their problem." Vance was taken back by her obvious expression: anger. Seeing her unhappy face made him sigh. "Yari, look... I just got out of the hospital and I don't want to go back again. I've been stabbed twice... And there are students with powers stronger than mine? Compare to them I am just bland."
Patricia
"I can protect you! I'll beat them up, I can try to make them stop! She said in a hushed yet clearly agitated tone while her face remained clearly angry. "If someone bothers you I can try to do something about it. I got so angry when I heard that you got stabbed last time, no, *Twice*, I can't live with that on my conscience!" Her other hand now rested on his shoulder but gripped it slightly before sliding off to close into a clenched fist just like the other. "It's not like I have anything else better to do, dude! I don't care if they're stronger, I'm still going to try and beat their ass!" The dark vasculature under the skin became more and more notable the angrier she got speaking about the topic.
Ann
His mouth wavered into a concern squiggle when Yari was very passionate and caring enough to be mad on his behalf. He glances each hallway to see people moving away, some he heard saying it looks like he'll be back at the hospital soon, probably thinking Yari would beat him. "Yari.." Vance's pointed ears lowers. "Hey... We don't really know each others... But... Thanks..." He tries his best to pick his words carefully to try calm her down. "It does mean a lot and I appreciate that you care about me." He gave her a worried, yet, warm smile as a bead of sweat slide down his temple. "But I don't want you to get into trouble. Especially over petty talk from small minded students, alright? Maybe you can scrap if they show themselves to be a danger for self-defense."
Patricia
She exhaled, and she could be seen physically letting go and relaxing, no longer looking super tense. "I mean, you didn't immediately run away or try to kill me at the sight of my power, *Plus*, you're the first person I bothered speaking to, and on top of that, you're nice!" She spoke in a neutral tone, and her tone went up comedically once she said the last part. "Fine. But not out of self-defense, instead out of *Your* Defense." She emphasized that she had no real interest in using self-defense as an excuse, showing another aspect of herself, brutal honesty. She knows the consequences of her fighting others to protect a punching bag janitor, which would most likely entail a massive ass-whooping, but even then, she *Wants* To fight people.
Ann
*'Oh my geez, this is beginning to turn into a pokemon battle if more fightsy students come into Cradel...'* Vance thought, glancing down at Yari with a flabbergasted look. "Uhh... Kill... You... On sight...?" Then it dawn on him that she may have had experience a difficult life for having a monstrous power. "Hey... Forget about them, ok? If you want to fight maybe sign up for combat class? Might help let out some steam." He was still holding the handle of the mop as he leans a bit of his weight on it like a cane. His hand now resting on his hip looking down at Yari with a sympathetic look. "If you want to talk about it... You know, if you feel like you need someone to talk about whatever I can listen?"
Patricia
"Exaggeration. But people can be *Very* Closed-minded, but then again, you don't see something like that every day, and even in this world, you still don't *Expect* It." She explained, her tone sounding a bit more calm, but still agitated. "Forget? Sure, if I want them to keep at it like I'm some verbal punching bag. Forgive? Never. I can't control this, I never *Asked* For this. *I never asked to be born*, and now I have to deal with... Existing." She sounded more disgusted as she went along, her face still looking angry, her thick eyebrows framing her large eyes, eccentuating the anger on her face. "But sure, if beating up others helps me, and I get a grade while doing it, then sure, that works." She then looked up at him once he offered to listen. "I don't really feel like talking about it right now." She answered simply.
Ann
He didn't interrupt her when she was talking on her part. His eyebrows slightly raised and met into an empathetic frown. Even after saying she didn't feel like talking about it now, she already said enough for him to get the point. Vance understood clearly what it's like to be viewed as a monster. Yari had it much worse with the most nightmarish form she can take on. "You know... You're going to ace controlling your abilities, Yari," Vance said, raising his hand over her head. With a uncertain hesitation, he gently ruffle her black poofy hair to assure her. "You're going to find a place for yourself in this world where you will be loved and accepted by a group of friends. It will take time but it will happen. You're a strong person to have made it this far in life." And he pulled his hand away, knowing he's going to have wash it later anyways after work. "And it's okay to feel angry... But don't forget to be happy when you can, ok?"
Patricia
"I mean, if it's that or randomly rampaging like an actual monster, I'll take control over myself." Her hair was a bit too tangly to smoothly run his hand through, but it seemed to cheer her up, a smile forming on her face. She listened to him with this new smile on her face, but her eyes seemed blank, not really happy or angry, even at day the white pinpoints in the middle of her eyes, still visible and defying all outside reflections, were focused on his. "It seems like I've already done that." She heard the last part abd the smile fell a bit. "I'll try..." She looked away from Vance, and stared forwards, her eyes not really focused on anything. Yet, now that it seemed brighter and he wasn't hallucinating from bleeding out, he could see her more in detail, and could note that she really did resemble something akin to... Well, not akin to, she just straight-up looked like a pale corpse in some senses, zero pigment under her skin, equally pale lips, skinny, bony, and what added to it was that whatever veins were visuble under her skin had equally no color, instead looking pure black, especially the more visible ones like on her forehead and eyelids whenever she closed her eyes for any reason. "Thank you." Her smile returned, and she gave him a hug, but a really fast one, letting go quickly. "If someone stabs you again, call me." She whispered with a humored smile.

———**ON ACCOUNT OF SCYTHE LEAVING, I WILL SIMPLY END THIS THREAD WITH THE EXPLANATION THAT VANCE HAD QUIT NC**———