This place wasn’t that bad. Sure it was full of a bunch of yuppie kids and was a little too overpopulated for his liking, but it was easy to blend in which made it amazing for him. Ever since his little feint with death, he'd always felt like people were watching him wherever he went. Like they could somehow tell that he wasn’t living anymore. Sure, he looked normal except for the whole soulless eye cavern thing, but he wasn’t and he just felt as though it emanated through every pore. Normally, for his missions, he was in some new town where people viewed him as a tourist or visitor, which always got stares but here? Here he was practically invisible, and he loved every moment of it. He swayed in and out of the crowds, walking peacefully among the oblivious individuals.<br/><br/>Coming out of his pleasant state of mind, he was quick to remind himself that there was a job to do. Absently, one hand rose to touch the pointed amulet under his shirt as he paused to gaze around. Well versed in the art of scanning a crowd, his gaze flickered over each and every individual that was weaving their path through the sheer mass that was the student body. David hadn’t registered with his mind for more than a flicker of an instant as he scanned right over him and to the next person with little incident and with absolutely no moment from the amulet. It wasn’t until he was suddenly found the guy floundering on top of him that he was actually aware of him.<br/><br/>With shades and their existence, it is a well-known fact that they operate on the same level as spirits and other ghosts and, being on this level, they have some innate abilities. One of these abilities, known by the title of soul-speak, is a type of telepathy where they can speak directly to the essence of a person. This is mostly done on purpose but, in some cases, it can be done without thought. And, just as it so happened, Able’s currently unintended string of words that would have arisen in the mind of any magic user within a foot or two, currently sounded like this:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Go^@!? mother&amp;*^! <a class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="34471574" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection">[email protected]</a>%#-”  </span><br/><br/>The slew of curse words bellowing on the soul level ceased abruptly as one hand first went to keep his sunglasses in place to avoid any sort of incident, while the other went to cease David by the arm in order to steady him. In the commotion, he missed the very slight hum of the amulet before it went back to normal, working to ensure that everything was fine with the dumb kid who had decided to careen into him. He quickly released him as the man pulled away violently.<br/><br/>“Yeah, no worries, man. Situational awareness saves lives,” he called out to him in his typical jerkish tone as he looked over him, the brutish part of his mind sizing him up in case he made something of it.  While his friends never minded suffering his company, to most he was about one skip away from being a grade A d-bag at any given moment and both the tenseness of his tone and his words were a clear indicator of that.<br/><br/>Able straightened his shirt out as he continued to watch David go before turning back to scan the campus around him. Getting nowhere, he finally strode forwards and began moving towards the center of the square to get a better vantage point and to be out of the way of any more clumsy little freaks. Pushing through the crowd, anyone watching might have made the same deduction as David. From behind the glasses, it was clear that the shade was looking around quite intently and would occasionally focus on large groups of people before moving on. This continued on for quite a while and, even as the students were clear out and to their classes, he had sort of just taken a seat on one of the stone benches as he gazed around.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the fact that the hunter had become the hunted, Able seemed content with watching. His gaze ran around in a pattern and, finally, it stopped. His eyes were pointed towards the large auditorium to his right and he could feel the vibration under his shirt as the amulet began to register the scent of dark magic. Thought to be one of the forms of impure magic, along with the tainted type of magic a human might attempt to use via some dubious means, necromancy left a trail behind it that was traceable via a few different means. One of those currently resided in the form of the detection amulet that hung on a silver chain around Able’s neck. Standing, he shoved his hands casually into his pockets as began heading for the auditorium, eyes locked on a couple walking through the dark glass doors.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">She was following beside him with a pleasant smile, entranced completely in his petty conversation that he didn’t really want to have but it was good show. Carver’s blue eyes gazed haplessly around before back to his new pet. He loved the way that she just smiled there, unable to look away and too weak to do anything else but just follow him around. To follow him down to where he could get her away from all the prying eyes and to a place he could store her until he came back later tonight to pick her up. Oh, how very luck he’d been to find one so suiting this early! First day and here she was. But had he been to rash on choosing her? Was he jumping the gun? Well, should he find a better one he could easily just discard her in some dumpster somewhere. And there was the really great thing about this line of work: toys were plentiful and as disposable as wet newspaper. <br/><br/>He gently took her hand, lacing their fingers together as he turned and walked to the left down a long hallway and opened the door to the stairs, letting her go first before he followed her down. <br/><br/></span><br/>Able was in the building just in time to see the door close and the faint brown hair that set the amulet to nearly bouncing around on his chest. Had it really been that easy to find him? He might just be jumping the gun, but it was worth the look since the girl fit the bill. Plus, he didn’t imagine there were any other magic users on the campus. Trying not to look rushed, he slowly but purposefully took himself to the stairwell and opened the door. Listening carefully, he heard the door a floor below swinging closed and moved to it. Taking a deep, and rather useless breath, he slowly opened the door and came out onto the halls of the basement.<br/><br/>The underside of Stevenson Auditorium was mostly used for storage of costumes, props and other supplies needed in production and had no class rooms meaning very little activity went on when there wasn’t some show going on or a random group passing through. Able listened, trying to determine what direction they had gone in as he walked silently down the hallway, eyes turning from doorway to doorway in the rather dim lit labyrinth that ran underneath the huge building.