Today was his day of being the watch dog and a bloody good one he was indeed. eight days in a row he stayed up patrolling the perimeter of the academy as well as helping the cook find fresh ingredience for breakfast, lunches and dinners from vegetables to the more exotic plants that lay on the belly of the forests deeper into the heart where the dregs of an out dated skirmish could be seen. If Rizel had a favotire area within the area of the Styx academy it would have to be the forest due to the memories that have been brought up from the corpses of shattered shields, rusted swords and scythes as well as the skeletal remains that follow, such a sight could unnerve a lot of students and even teachers that havenâ€™t experienced or wasnâ€™t around for the Great War, unlikely, but possible.<br/><br/><br/>Today however the Harbinger had been assigned to the peeks of the academy to keep a watchful eye on any new visitors, the peek stood like a gothic tower with its stead fast durability as well as its intimidating look of the clichÃ© yet needed gargoyles. The thought made him laugh as it was frequent there were stray humans who would "accidentally" come across the road and only to be rebounded off their route by the sight of such a frightening school. Rizel had seen is often enough and remembered a few travellers falling down the side of a steep hill as soon as the sight of the Styx came to be, literally running and screaming with their hands held high, miserable dribbling from the nose only added to the equation of amusement.<br/><br/><br/>In the end his sight would be perhaps one of the best, enabled to see far into the distance than most, only having a select few with such a gift and of course this did not impede on his close combat fighting but rather increase his elemental gifts and abilities for such ranged attacks, but to the matter at hand, it didnâ€™t take long for Rizel to already see a man swiftly closing the distance between the schools entrance and himself. His robes were all too familiar, even if he was young at the time he still matched up to the years robes and even has possession of such out dated clothing there for it only brought cause to his thought track that this man must have been from the old era, there was no evidence that he was included in the war just because he was wearing worn out clothing that had rips on the edges of the sleeves, hood and legging.<br/><br/><br/>Rizel's eyes were details in the glare and never missed the smallest detail including a few rebellious strands of silver hair that brushed under the hood in an attempt to hide such a unnatural hair colour for some to possess, there was only one man who had silver hair and walks in such a fashion, though to the normal eye it seemed like hovering the fact was that this man moved with excitement, over what Rizel didnâ€™t know but it must have pushed this man to get here as soon as possible, it was Zane and he knew it. The unforgettable haste and how he would glance to one side to get a better look at his surroundings, it was the small things that gave people away and that were a weakness for Zane's cover. Though it did bring a smile behind Rizel's mask and a shake of the head, though he didnâ€™t know Zane personally he was none the less in his year group and stopped advancing after being in Zane's year group for a prodigy of the Reaper arts can only go so far.<br/><br/><br/>Rizel stood upon the peak of the Styx's tower edge he watched as a tutor glided through the Japanese themed area and to the main entrance, to his mind it was Miss Tetramis. Her period of teaching didnâ€™t start now but then she was always doing something, perhaps a pre-emptive strike on her next lessons so she knows she will be prepared as well as giving a good scolding to students who were late, he saw Miss Tetramis interact with the cover-himself-up-to-disguise-my-appearance Zane and wondered what would come of this.