Burlew

This is a marketplace, and it looks rather as all marketplaces do. It's got a cobbled street, and further down the way there are stalls all covered with green and tan awnings. The air is filled with shouts and cries, but just walk some distance away and those shouts and cries fade quickly into nothing; or rather, not nothing, but a kind of thick bacground noise like a cloth all criss-crossed and woven together but each strand indistinguishable from the rest. Here, removed from the hustle and bustle and color and all, is where the man stands. The first word you would use to describe him would be this: bored. And you would actually be fairly

    Szayelaporro Granz slipped out of his street shoes, pulling a pair of slippers from his locker. All around him, students talked, laughed, and generally made annoyances of themselves as they caught up with their ghastly friends.    "Senpai! Senpai! Happy first day of school, Senpai!"    He mentally groaned, trying to ignore the chattering twin underclassmen that had appeared next to him. Lumina and Verona had been following him around since their first year.    He took off his white bone glasses, exchanging them for a "normal" pair. The school administration had a thing about masks, and students had to take them off before heading for c