oh, these things happen

[Humphries]

Humphries tried not to look too smug as he watched a pair of mutants fighting one another. The two had gotten into an argument over the stupidest little thing: apparently one had thought the other stole one of his technological devices or something along those lines. The other had responded that he most certainly did not. At which point someone had swatted the back of a head, creating a chain of events leading to this.

Was Humphries proud about instigating a fight between two young people at least partially for his amusement? Of course he was. He was also looking forward to watching as the security member he'd quite specifically summoned came and attended to the task. After all, Humphries certainly couldn't be expected to intervene on his own. Informing just the right people, on the other hand, was definitely within the realm of his ability.

He'd already heard interesting things about Alistair Holmes . The man apparently worked quite specifically for a few persons of interest to Humphries. Plus, it always behooved him to figure out the rest of the staff: he needed to know whom to trust. So he might have just arranged this little pageant for them all. An audition, if you will. These things did just happen to, well, happen after all.

[Alistair Holmes]

At times, Alistair felt like nothing more then a glorified babysitter. These kids, were strikingly immature; They'd been blessed with abilities which few could ever gain, and yet so often they used them to merely fight amongst each other over trivial matters like who had kissed whom and who had taken whose personal belonging. If it hadn't been for the Conners, Alistair would not have thought to return to the Academy which had trained him in mastering his powers. This was not out of disrespect, but more so he could see little need for it. That was until his charges chose to return to the school, and as his position demanded, he presented himself to the Academy to be enrolled as a member of the security team. He however hadn't expected the amount of sheer idiotic students currently on the Academy's rosta, and the amount of times he was having to deal with them. 

Another incident had seemingly come up, Alistair's pager ordering him to head to the dormitories in the South Wing. He didn't need to know the reason why, as the loud cries and shouted insults could be heard long before he reached the hub of the commotion. With an irritated sigh, the bodyguard stepped into the room, his presence doing little to stem the fight and the baying of the small gathered crowd of onlookers. He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "And to what exactly do I owe this pleasure?" He spoke with a smile, his voice calm, his tone commanding. A few students nearby quickly moved out of the way, clearly not fancying their chances at being caught up in a potential detention. The fighters however, continued, one being a manipulator of water who was using a drink's fountain as ammunition, the other a telekinetic. With a roll of his eyes, still smiling, the bodyguard took divisive action, grabbing hold a book that had been hovering in the air as the telekinetic's next attack. "Hey, what did I just say, kid? You want a week's detention-" Alistair then trailed off, his gaze falling upon the cat. The cat sat not too far away, but far enough to be out of the line of fire.

Humphries. The school's unofficial mascot to some, a formidable enemy to others, with most unsure what to make of him one way or another. On paper, he was a member of the security team, the same as Alistair was, so the assumption was that he was indeed a mutant and not a mere ordinary feline... Although Alistair had never seen him in any form but the one before him. "Mind lending a-" He began, intending to find out for himself which rumour about the creature was true, only to be cut off by what felt like a bucket of water to the side of his face. The bodyguard snapped a stern glare towards the culprit, the water manipulator flashing him a nervous smile; Clearly the hit had been intended for the telekinetic. Alistair glanced down towards his suit, dripping water as he sighed deeply at his now soaked jacket. "This is just not goin' to be my day."

[Humphries]

If Humphries could laugh, he likely would have. The little display was proving to be quite the amusement for him, with Alistair seeming to have some difficulty controlling the children. It was interesting that he did not immediately resort to violence, and there was a good deal more human in his actions than, say, from Roxana Strix, the other major bodyguard figure that Humphries knew of on campus.

A telekinetic versus a hydrokinetic. Hardly exciting, though Humphries hadn't wanted too flashy of a display. It wouldn't do him any good to kill Mr. Holmes... at least before he found out more about him.

Ah, the security member was looking at Humphries. The cat flicked his tail and tilted his head, activating his updated communication device: "One does not wish to interfere with the business of one's associates. You seem to be doing a most splendid job in handling the--" Humphries ended up pausing and letting out an amused meow as the water dumped.

He scurried forward slightly. "Though One should point out, young ones, that if you do not adhere to Mr. Holmes' warnings, we may be forced to use more... strenuous measures."