School of Rock [Lerna]

Lerna frowned the instant he started murmuring to himself. Yea.... no....that was a big no. She did not like that. She didn't let him start dosing off into his own little mumble world. Striding right up to him, she got right in the man's face, fearless as she looked him in his eyes. "Hey. Bucko. What do you mean by that? you didn't KNOW? You can't TELL when your hollow mask is on? Cuz that sounds like a pretty important thing to know when you're around STUDENTS, my dude." Her voice dropping in tone, VERY unhappy with what she was hearing from this man.

"Yes, I am VERY sure you had your mask on. And I think you should leave. IF you don't have your hollow under control then you shouldn't be here. At all." She noted gruffly as she nodded in the direction of where he'd come from. Her tone entirely serious. The students here were mostly just that. NEw shinigami who could barely form a Kido spell. She'd been here only a few months. But she was gonna be damned if some weirdo with no control over his hollow was going to endanger her friends. THEY might be fairly helpless, but SHE wasn't.

Lerna couldn't help but frown as the man continued to talk while NOT leaving. She had half a mind to grab him by the scruff of his neck and simply haul him the fuck out of the area when he seemed to turn and begin making his way out. That at least was good, but she continued to watch as he left, making SURE he wouldn't be doing any turn-abouts. Kabuto ..... god dammit. She sighed, rubbing at her eyelids before blurring with a Shunpo, it wasn't a great one, but she promptly made her way to the man's side.

"Hey. Before you go running off. Name and Rank. I'm Lerna of Squad Seven. I'm a substitute Shinigami. I want to know whose superior I'll be having a conversation with about your presence in the Academy, and whose name I'll be handing over to the staff to make sure that you don't come aorund here until you have your situation under control." She noted tersely. In truth she didn't ACTUALLY have any Authority, she was hardly a seated officer, but all the same, she was confident that at the very least her concerns would be addressed. As acceptable as Vizards had become, she was VERY sure that current administration would be very aware of the danger they could pose without proper control. If nothing else, she imagined he might be restricted from certain areas until .....whatever was going on was settled. Or at the very least he was given an evaluation? The second seemed more lickely from what she could remember of her own time within Squad 12. Probably a few tests.... though more likely he would be put under observation if she were to guess. Though it felt...weird thinking about those days.

All the same, she walked beside him, and kept up a pace, making it abundantly clear that her asking the question in no way meant that he should stop making distance between himself and the academy. Some small part of her wondered about going and informing the instructor. But she also had no idea if this weirdo would just wander off into some other class. No, she was gonna see this guy out. At the very least if the guy had some sort of episode then ....shed be there, right? She wasn't actually sure, she had never really felt ...IN DANGER in the academy. Ugh, she'd have to ask one of the professors what the protocol on these things were. Was she even.....allowed to do what she was doing? She imagined so... class was over, and she was just keeping an eye on him and asking for information to have her concerns followed up on. At the very least, she was sure this is the best thing she could do for now.