Off to a Good Start. [Kyrie/Oleg]

[Bryce Wright]

The school year has only just begun. Classes were just now being started, and students were just getting used to their new surroundings. It just seemed too perfect, sadly that was all too true. Bryce wasn't expecting a call from the librarian telling him that a couple of students somehow were able to make a complete mess of the Library. He wasn't given the exact details, in fact, he didn't really want them. He needed to hear from the two student exactly what happened. He rubbed his temple in annoyance, he really didn't feel like punishing anyone, but the situation demanded it. 

"Destroyed the library. . ." he chuckled. "Now how in the world did they do something like that." he muttered, bringing a porcelain tea cup to is mouth. The librarian instructed the two to see him at his office of course. As she should, it was the usual protocol when going about with the discipline of students. Except there lied another problem, Bryce didn't know exactly what to do. "Hmm... I can send them to do some community service in Mavro City. No, then I'd have to call the mayor for that. I could have them clean the mess up. No, no, they'll be doing that anyways. Perhaps just a two hour detention?" Being a disciplinarian was never something Bryce took pride in. Sure, he's done this before, it's a guarantee when being the headmaster of the school. He's just never had to deal with something of this magnitude. 

He slouched against his chair, taking another gulp of his tea. Those students would be here soon, he'd definitely have something for them by the time they all finished their chat. After all, being able to think on his toes was something Bryce was known for.  "Ah, come in."

[Kyrie Vyler]

If Kyrie had any sort of color, it was gone now; replaced by this profusely sweating ghost of a girl and her ever innocent looking shoulder pet. It was all that stupid espeon's fault and there he sat on her shoulder ever so perfectly, grooming a paw before swiping it over his jeweled head. He was completely oblivious to his trainer's heart stopping experience. Well, to-be heart stopping experience that was. She hadn't exactly gone in the door yet, just standing there staring at the wood of the door. Her 'partner' in crime was completely thrown from her mind as her hand rested on the handle. She had meant to open it the moment her hand rested on the handle but for some odd reason the door didn't open. She wanted to look to her fellow disciplined for help but alas her hand and eyes were glued to the door, as if she were awaiting some psychic retribution. Swallowing down a lump in her throat, Kyrie tapped on the door, visibly jumping away when they were greeted immediately.

One breath, two breath, some more stalling; and finally Kyrie opened the door. First peeking in before sliding in. She stuck as close to the wall as her body could physically handle. She disliked people, she disliked people with authority more; yet here she was. In trouble. The very thing she tries to avoid at all cost. Yet here they were. "The lady in the library sent us... for destroying it..." was the only thing Kyrie could manage to say, keeping her eyes on the side wall away from Headmaster. He probably wanted an explanation, no; that's why they were sent there in the first place. To give an explanation. It would've been less troublesome if she had just explained her Mammon's idiocy and over-protectiveness. But no, here she was; unable to utter out more than a few words. Brilliant Kyrie, just brilliant.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a sigh as the girl finally got inside to the room, gritting his teeth as he opened the door fully, carefully moving past the scared girl as he proceeded to sit down onto the chair in front of the headmaster (He barely fit into it.) as he then folded his hands slightly as he looked to the girl, sighing. "Yeah. I'm sorry for whatever damage that was caused." He rubbed his temples slightly. This was not going to go great. Especially when the girl was practically bloody scared to death. He simply waited for the headmaster to speak, nervously tapping his fingers.

[Bryce Wright]

"Ah, so you two are the ones." he said as he watched the two young students enter his domain. "If memory serves. . . You would be Miss Kyrie Vyler and you, Mister Oleg Kirrlov." he nodded with closed eyes. "Good, now I won't have to go digging around for files." he sighed in relief.  Kyrie went on about how the librarian sent the two of them to see him. "Ah, yes she did, though she isn't one for conversation." he could see that Kyrie was visibly stirred over the incident. It was a shame, she seemed like such a fragile girl, was it the way he addressed them? It was something, he knew it, and he hated when his students feared him. 

"Kyrie." he stated plainly, giving the young lady a sincere smile. "Don't be afraid, your status as a student will remain intact. I will see to that. This was just a mistake, at least I hope so." he took a sip of his tea. "So there's no need to be afraid, all I need from you and Mister Kirrlov are the details. Then I will have something prepared for the two of you to make amends, understood?" He explained. Honestly, there have been a lot more serious violations of the rules. In fact he plainly remembers the library being 'destroyed' in a similar case years prior. Setting everything back up and ordering replacements for broken equipment was a simple fix. Pouring himself another cup of tea, he attentively listened to his students predicament while thinking of a fitting punishment for the two.

[Kyrie Vyler]

He knew their names right off the top his head! That in itself was an unnatural anomaly! But he was also the headmaster, the most he had to do was deal with paper work and perhaps a naughty student who couldn't be controlled by the teachers. She could guess that's what she and Oleg were now, naughty students. They did destroy a library, well not them exactly; but their pokemon caused it. Namely hers... Just the thought of that made the girl want to chuckle which of course she couldn't since she was too freakin' afraid to even speak a full sentence. Ah, Kyrie, you and your anti-socialness...

The girl managed to take in a deep breath before the Headmaster spoke to her directly. Instantly the girl froze up, her eyes shifting to the floor. He told her to calm down, basically. Unfortunately her nerves wouldn't allow her to do that even if she did manage to nod. At least they weren't going to get expelled for this, or so the headmaster said. She never actually attended a school outside of kindergarten, most of her teachers interacted with her through online schooling. Meaning that she never had to face one head on before, let alone a principle or headmaster. So she didn't know about the whole 'grown-ups' lie thing. Her parents never lied to her, so she went off on that.

Taking in another deep breath, Kyrie forced her mouth to move even if her eyes wouldn't. He sounded like he wanted the explanation directly from her too... Cursed espeon... "Um... I was leaving. Then something started following me. I got scared so I ran. Mammon protected me. Then things started to get chaotic." Kyrie tried to recount, going through the events as easily as she could with her nerves frying her on each word. She felt more guilty about dragging the other into this, even though it was his pokemon who scared the life out of her, it was her espeon who freaked out first. Said espeon Mammon sat on her shoulder still, grooming himself; ignorant of the events that were happening.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a relieved sigh. Good, he was not getting expelled. No angry parents, no sootopolis city, good, good. He then tapped his chin for a moment before speaking. "Well. I was reading on my table, and I presume Hoare, my nosepass, begun to follow Kyrie around due to some magnetic stone being stuck in her shoe. I believe her espeon took Hoare as an attacker, and begun to throw, well, the whole library at him. That caused the destruction of the library, I'd presume. I was not there to see it due to being at the other side of it, but that's what I gathered from the whole situation."

[Bryce Wright]

Bryce sat back in his chair, cupping his chin in thought. “I see.” He responded at their story. “Well, I’m sure the two of you know this already, but it’s your responsibility to watch after your pokemon as their trainer. Understood?” He explained. It seemed like an honest mistake, though he questioned why they had their pokemon out in the library. “For the future, keep in mind that not all of the conveniences of the academy call for pokemon in your company, especially the library. Understood?” he lectured. He gave a sigh, sipping his cup.  

“Honestly, you two come off as simple victims of circumstance. Though, you Mister Kirrlov, seem a lot more composed then I expected.” He chuckled, “Though, that isn’t me suspecting anything. I’d say it’s more of a compliment. A level head is a good thing to have.” he said, finishing off his second cup of tea. He then moved towards his tea kettle, he lifted the small container, noticing it was empty. “Oh darn and that was the last of my tea grinds as well.” He said slightly depressed. He thought of sending his students to pick his order up for him though that seemed a little too irresponsible, no, it seemed that they just needed to fix the mistake. “Go on and help with the cleaning effort.” He ordered. “Try to stay out of trouble. I really would hate for our next conversation to be of similar cirumstances.” He got up from his seat, getting ready to make run his errands in the city. “Now, is there anything else?” he asked. 

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie could feel herself breath a sigh of relief when the Headmaster had finished scolding (though it was more like just a reminder). She was glad when the attention was taken off of her, feeling herself relax just a tiny bit. That tiny bit that began to frizzle the moment he got up and walked to his kettle. Out of tea was it? Ah, of course. Yes that was it, breath Kyrie. At first she thought he was going to send them for tea but that didn't turn out, instead he ordered for them to clean up the library. Something they were already going to do anyway.

She stood against the wall, shaking her head for 'nothing else' before quickly heading for the door. Clean up the library and get far, far away. Yes, that's what was going to happen. She just needed to watch Mammon and make sure he didn't do anything else that would jeopardize her. Disown him if he did. Though she doubted he would go quietly if she did that... Such bad luck if she did say so herself.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg blinked as the headmaster complimented him. It was... Unexpected. He nodded his head slightly, smiling a bit. "Thank you, sir." All in all, the headmaster seemed like a relaxed person. He had expected something else. Someone strict, with a more loud voice, maybe someone much older. Not that he complained, he got away with this whole situation by simply cleaning the library. Not too bad.

He then rose from his chair, nodding his head respectfully at the headmaster as he left. He passed by Kyrie, nodding to her as he then headed back towards the library. There was much, much to do.