<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/1364531944lokiaesir_1345157406_yaroul_chase.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Malik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest > Dorm Tower, 1st Floor, Room 3<br/><strong>With:</strong>Nobody<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Even as Mithil subsided from the confrontation, Malik remained on alert for any further tricks the elf woman would try to pull.  Though it was promising when she claimed her intent on finding another poor soul to be her patsy, her words did nothing to reassure him that he was out of the woods in many regards.  Even as she got dressed, he did not dare turn his back to her and her feminine wiles no longer tempting now that he saw her true colors.<br/><br/><em>”This won’t be the last time you see me though.  Mark my words.”</em>The kitsune’s expression never wavered from his watchful deadpan at those words.  ”For your sake, I do hope it manages to remain civilized.  You had me at a disadvantage this entire time and all you could manage was a stalemate.  I now have a good idea what this school and its students are capable of; you won’t get off so easy the next time something like this happens.”<br/><br/>Malik watched as she walked away, making sure she was gone before easing some of the tension out of his body.  The foreboding environment around him prevented him from relaxing entirely as the distant sounds of death and danger came from deeper in the woods.  Even with that, his current location felt no more dangerous than the rest of the school; at least here the danger was obvious and forthright with its intent.  You knew what to expect and even when something was sneaking up on you ready to pounce, it didn’t attempt to lure you into a sense of false security.  At the school, there was no way of knowing which way the next ploy was going to come or in what form.<br/><br/>With an aggravated sigh, Malik’s form shifted and changed over the next few seconds until he had assumed his true kitsune form.  His human-esque from was a means of making himself more relatable and easy to approach by the more predominant races; at this point he approachability as an opening, a weakness that could be exploited.  At least in this form his canine teeth and more feral appearance could help to discourage future attempts to take advantage of him.<br/><br/><em>”Thank you, little sis.  You are ever the voice of reason.”</em>He said, kneeling down to put the satchel closer to ground level making it easier for his familiar to crawl inside.<em>”Admit it, you would be lost without me.”</em>The vixen’s tone had a sense of playful arrogance to it, causing Malik to chuckle in response.<em>”While I won’t admit it, I certainly won’t deny it.  Come on; let’s see if we can find someplace that is at least relatively safe to set up our basecamp until we find a way out of here.”</em><br/><br/>After leaving the forest, Malik decided that the dorm tower was the place he was least likely to be poisoned, attacked, or exploited even if only by a narrow margin due to the larger population that put statistical odds on his side.  In retrospect, he shouldn’t have been surprised by what he encountered upon entering the first floor dorms.  It seemed as though everybody that was present on the floor was engaging in carnal activities in one form or another, and not even in a one-on-one sense.  The kitsune’s twin tails flicked in agitation, the poison having had a chance to wear off either naturally or as a result of his encounter, but he wasn’t feeling particularly in the mood to risk another setup.  At least not until he had an opportunity to prepare a fresh loadout of spells better suited for dealing with any would-be manipulators.<br/><br/>Malik wandered around the hall, checking out the rooms for occupants and doing his best to remain unobserved.  He stopped and blinked in bewilderment at the room reserved for kitsune, noticing it was the only one with any sort of barrier separating the main hall from the room itself, even if it was only a curtain doing so.  A hooked finger pulled the curtain aside by a few inches, enough for him to peer inside for any occupants.  Though the room was in its own state of ordered disarray, he was delighted to see it was vacant, which hopefully meant he would be the only one there.  That is unless it was a kitsune who arranged the room in such a way rather than the faculty’s bizarre sense of possibly racist humor.  A glance over his shoulder back at the discarded bedframes that had puzzled him earlier suddenly made sense and he felt confident it was a kitsune’s doing.  All the same, an empty room with some semblance of a door was the most appealing option he had to choose from, so he entered the ‘den’ and proceeded to settle down and make himself comfortable while he had the opportunity.