[Event]

[seaandsky]

*Well, Shinji can really only manage so much when it comes to waiting around and acting like he doesn't know anything.

But it's why he's somewhat sneaking into the areas of LDS that aren't usually for where the teachers should go. It's after classes are over, most people are going home right now, but...

He can't shake the feeling that there's something else here in the works. And it's getting to be unbearable for him, especially after knowing that LDS put the blame onto Trendafilka for the incident recently-- and the situation with the Fusion Course's instructor, too...

Well, this is why he's going where he probably shouldn't be.*

Comments

[ruleroftheend]

Them and one of the students.

[seaandsky]

Hnm... Alright.

*He does feel like he should know that too... but he doesn't know the other person exactly that could be the ghost. So that's harder to pinpoint on...

he'll have to look into that a bit. He leaves through the back way.*

[Later on]

[seaandsky]

*Later, Shinji comes to where Eren should be, right now. working late, professor?*

[crimsoncryptid]

::Yes. "Working". There's clearly important folder and docs open... but at the moment she's playing a Candy Crush esque game, yawning.::

[seaandsky]

*... he knocks at the door, even though it's already been opened and everything.*

Hello?

[crimsoncryptid]

::Clicks away.::

... Yes?

[seaandsky]

Samasu, Shinji. I'm the Xyz Instructor for this school.

Mr. Akaba sent me here to give you assistance.

[crimsoncryptid]

... Assistance? This late at night? I guess working on Project: Lancers Selection and Project: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and The End of the World must be getting to him. But. He writes the paychecks at the end of the day.

You got a pen or something?

[seaandsky]

*he takes out a pen from his pocket*

It's somewhat my fault for the lateness, sorry. Besides, he said you were the one who probably needed assistance the most, when I asked him.

[crimsoncryptid]

::Hands over various release forms.::

Sign these while I make a few calls.

[seaandsky]

*... he takes them, looking them over.*

Of course, apologies once again.

[crimsoncryptid]

::Typing and talking. The forms themselves are painfully boring consent and approval forms, with thick legal explanations. They make you pretty drowsy. And want to stab the lawyers involved.::

[seaandsky]

*whatever lawyer went at this, they were certainly thorough. He opts to not think of whoever that was to avoid potential temptation of bodily harm.

He does sign though, since it's what he was told to do.*

[crimsoncryptid]

::Looks coarse before hanging up.::

I hate having to deal with bureaucracy. Anyways, are you ready to assist?

[seaandsky]

*he signs the last one*

Oh, yes. I am.

[crimsoncryptid]

::Taps a switch, as blast windows raise, showing the lab below. There's a large metal table down there.::

We're going to be going down there, understand?

[seaandsky]

Yes, I understand. *he pockets the pen, as he follows you.*

Mind if I ask what the purpose of your field is? Mr. Akaba put it as "Project Wechselkind". The equivalent of "changeling" in German, right?

[crimsoncryptid]

I'm technically trained in evolutionary biology, but... the purpose of the work here is to refine a method to mass produce a means to enhance the subjects for Lancers Selection.

Specifically a means to easily turn normal humans into Spirit-Hybrids.

[seaandsky]

I see... something like that probably doesn't tend to be stable, for a variety of reasons.

Have you had successful instances of it?

[crimsoncryptid]

Oh, definitely. Multiple subjects. The actual problem is the extraction process.

[seaandsky]

Extraction? I suppose the point is that this is meant to be temporary situations, then.

[crimsoncryptid]

Yes. You don't have a soldier be in uniform at all times when off duty, right?

[seaandsky]

Ah... of course not.

Have you had any successful instances of extraction, however?

[crimsoncryptid]

... 75% success rate.

[seaandsky]

... Well, that's better than what I was going to guess.