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[1] Really, Nanami had forgotten how dull the initial stages of her stay at Rakuen had been. No one had accepted their roles yet; no one was developed enough to be a threat. She wasn't needed at all. She could barely recall seeing the original head prefects in those first weeks. It was odd, because she must have encountered them, seeing her the way she saw the newcomers now. Weeds, everywhere, and she was held back, sheathed, unable to stamp them out. She sighed, a quiet, graceful noise, and leant back into the cushions of her armchair. Her tea, steaming, sloshed slightly as she rested the mug on the sidetable.

It wasn't a sword's job to tell the weeds from the saplings, after all. Was it? No, she would sit, and wait, and bide her time. The mayor would tell her when to move. And if she took some time out of her day every morning to sit in front of her tower, and place a hand on the larger handprint against the pale block, well. That was her business. He wasn't here any longer. And she was still alive.

"It's such a bother," she murmured to herself, lifting her mug again. Uncaring about whether she was overheard. "I really don't enjoy this job."

[2] [ The girl standing before you is neat, diminutive, graceful. Pale. A good breeze would probably knock her over. But she's smiling slightly, hands clasped in front of her, and she's watching you exit the train with the absent intensity of a surveillance camera.

Whilst she sounds polite, there's not an ounce of meaning behind her words. ]

Good morning, and welcome to Rakuen.

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A soft click announced Day's presence, she had long since given up trying to sneak up on Nanami. It had been a tiring day a thousand and one problems with stupid people who couldn't even follow rules set out in a book. If she'd known this job would be so testing she would have embraced death.

No that wasn't true, it was sort of fun being alive even if she was just delaying the inevitable, what else was life.

"Please tell me we wern't as useless as this lot when we arrived," she muttered throwing herself on one of the comfy chairs. Being in the mansion at least she could act herself and not like some all knowing head mistress.

In all the paths her life- or lack of it- could have taken teacher would have been her last choice. Morveer would be laughing at her if he knew.

"An uncomfortable thought, isn't it?" Nanami turned her head ever-so-slightly, to grace Day with a wan smile. "I certainly hope we weren't as loud as this, in any case."

Really, they probably had been just as bad. The staff back then had seemed to know more at first, but what Nanami had taken for discipline had only been an act to hide a lack of information. Much like the situation they found themselves in now. She hadn't been able to extract information from them at all, but she was the first to admit her interrogation skills left something to be desired.

She curled her legs up under her, and suppressed a cough into her sleeve. "Might I assume it is now afternoon?"

Day shrugged, she had spent most of her first days in a daze, wondering why she was in this town and not dead as she had guessed she should be. By the time she had come to her senses everyone had calmed down. "It is," she nodded. "Hopefully some of them will actually battle today."

Half of her wanted them to not, wanted them to push. Just so an example could be made earlier. Easier on everyone in the long term.