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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 11, 2012 16:25:11 GMT -5
Sai could only scratch the back of head... To straighten out tuffs of renegade parts of his hair back to normal. The hallways looked normal as any building he's been in before. Though the candle holders that are lined up on the wall have a skull theme design on it. The same could be said the same with some of the students. A pin on a breast pocket. Perhaps a patch on the sleeve of a coat. Things like that.
"A fashion trend around these parts...?" his mind questioned this and then remembered the skull theme outside, "Uniform probably, huh?"
It would make total sense in any case. To identify who belongs in the Academy. The teen sighed in any case... Still observing the environment as he headed towards his destination. The temperature is room temperature thankfully. A great boon from the majestic and bulky air conditioners. Sai passed through what looks like some sort of bulletin board with a number of people crowding around.
It's more likely the infamous mission board the teen has heard many times since his stay of the Academy... And soon he stopped in front of a door with a huge crude sign on top of the threshold.
WELCOME FRESHMEN!
Sai stared at the sign for a while. Not that he expected any special illuminated signs like in Las Vegas, but... The crude creation was... unexpected. He narrowed his eyes at it after a while sighing at this.
"Well... Here goes nothing," he muttered to himself.
The door opened... And he entered seeing a very common room only decorated with bookshelves, windows, and domesticated vegetation in pots.
"You a student here?"
Hearing a gruff voice, Sai turned to see a middle aged man holding a box on the table... Observing him.
"Ishida Sai, meister."
A grunt of confirmation escaped the man as he browsed through the packets inside the box. Soon procuring a name tag and handing it towards the teen. The meister nodded back and accepted the small object before pinning it on his right breast to be visible for all who stand in front of him. Seeing that the male receptionist was gesturing Sai to stick around the room...
The teenager moved toward the center of the medley of fellow meisters and weapons. He stared back at their observing eyes.
"It's a very diverse group," Sai's eyes told him with all the uniquely dressed individuals in front of him... It also told him he would be in here for a very long time normally...
But there is something that can help remedy it.
Sai finally entered the group as the other students went back to talking between themselves... Uninterested of their surroundings again.
He finally closed his eyes, cutting off his senses of sight and hearing to initiate his Soul Perception...
The group wasn't too big thankfully. Neither was the room...
Searching... He expanded his consciousness across the area...
...Until...
Jackpot.
He finally found someone who's most attuned to him... Sort of. With this said, Sai opened his eyes and walked up to a young girl with a height three inches shorter than him.
"Hi," he greeted her awkwardly, "So... Uh... How are you doing?"
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Post by bruchette on Mar 25, 2012 1:47:57 GMT -5
Chris stood at the top of the stairs leading up to the school, staring at a crudely-drawn map given to her by one of the upper class-men in her dorm. Hastily scrawled on the back of a crumpled pink flyer with an eyeliner pencil, it was by no means accurate. The only things on it that were labeled were the two dorms, the main entrance, and the cafeteria. Since she had already eaten, and didn't plan on skipping her first class just to go back to the dorms, it really wasn't all that helpful to the demon glaive. Sighing softly, she realized she'd simply have to find her first class for herself. Chris put the piece of paper back in her jeans pocket and looked up at the doors. Well, here goes nothing... Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors, bracing herself for the bizarre, the macabre, the...
...Surprisingly ordinary. Chris blinked once in surprise; the outside of the school was far more strange than the interior, it seemed. Granted, the hallways were spacious and grand, and the decorations had a mildly Gothic feel to them, but it was definitely subtle. She looked around for a sign to point her in the right direction and, finding none, opted to ask for directions. Seeing an adult, presumably a teacher, leaning against a wall nearby, she decided to walk over to him and find out how to get to her class.
"Uh, hi. I'm new here, and I was hoping that you could maybe tell me how to get to this class...?" Pulling out her schedule, she directed his attention to the first one on the list.
"Hmm... Yeah, it's just down the hall," he replied, pointing to his left. "Take a left the first chance you get, then walk past the mission board 'till you get to the next crossroads, then go right and you'll see a sign for freshmen."
Chris thanked him and headed in the given direction. As she walked towards her class, she noticed that while the school's interior was surprisingly ordinary, the students inhabiting it most certainly weren’t. People of all different ethnicities and languages were roaming the halls, and many of them had very bizarre clothes and hair styles. It became particularly crowded around the mission board, and Chris silently hoped that it wasn't always that frantic. Turning right, she saw a crude cardboard sign proclaiming "WELCOME FRESHMAN!" at the top of a doorway. Staring for a moment, she decided to ignore the poor craftsmanship and entered the room.
She immediately noticed the lack of desks or chairs in the room, and there were between 10 to 15 people about her age standing around and talking. The room was of average size, with some potted plants and a couple of bookshelves. She noticed a man at a table who was definitely older than the rest of the people here, and she guessed he was the teacher. She walked over to him and noticed he had a small box filled with name badges.
"Uhm, hi, I'm Christine Parker, a Weapon,” she said, feeling a bit awkward. “Are you the teacher for this class?"
The man grunted the affirmative and rifled through the box, handing her a name tag simply labeled “Weapon”. She pinned it above her left breast and looked back at the rest of the room. This was not what she had been hoping for. She had envisioned a much more traditional classroom setting, with rows of desks and a chalkboard up front, or perhaps a lecture hall like they had in universities. Now she was actually going to have to interact and converse with strangers, which was not something she was very good at. Large groups of people made her nervous, since it always seemed like the effort it took to make small talk left her feeling drained and edgy, often needing to retreat to some discreet corner or bathroom stall to recuperate. Thankfully, none of the people gave her entrance much notice, and she made a beeline for the only window in the room. She attempted to calm her nerves by watching the wind play with the leaves on a willow tree outside. She stared at in in fascination, marveling at the way the leaves twisted around themselves, and imagined what it would be like to draw them.
A little while later, she noticed someone walking in her direction out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't look to see who it was, hoping they would leave her be. However, she would have no such luck.
"Hi."
A male voice greeted her, with a slight accent of some kind. Chris sighed nearly inaudibly. Well, might as well try to be pleasant. She turned to look at an Asian boy a couple of inches taller than her. Casually dressed with shorts and a dark tee, she noticed that his name tag read “Meister”.
"Uh, hi," she replied, feeling out of place.
The boy continued, asking her how she was doing. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, and for some reason this caused a wave of calming relief to pass through Chris. She was still trying to figure out his accent… It was definitely Asian, but that really didn’t narrow it down all that much, and she could’ve figured as much by looking at his face. The fact that is was subtle made her think that he likely came from a family where education was highly valued, or that he wasn’t from Asia at all, but the child of an immigrant. She started a bit, realizing that he was still waiting for a response.
“Oh, uh, I’m alright,” she replied, feeling slightly embarrassed for getting caught up in her thoughts. “So uh, how are you then?”
She felt terribly out of place, but it wasn’t so much that she disliked talking to people, but that she found things like mingling and chatting about the weather to be excruciatingly awkward and tedious. She was far more comfortable having an educated discussion with a teacher or classmate than she was gossiping about so-and-so’s new boyfriend. She felt more than slightly uncomfortable, and began to toy with the ring around her neck. Hoping that introducing herself might relieve some of the pressure she felt building in her chest, she offered her hand and a small smile to the boy.
“I’m Christine Parker, but I go by Chris,” she said, hoping that this conversation would stop feeling awkward soon.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 25, 2012 10:18:09 GMT -5
The girl responded in a similar manner like him. It's a boon that she's also feeling the same emotions as he. Seeing that the Weapon was also mirroring discomfort, the teen felt a bit of pressure off his shoulders. Socializing has never been his strong point even back at home. The countless strifes has slowly moved the meister to isolate himself from others.
But now he cursed himself for the stupidity of doing so. Despite that the pressure is off him, the teen still felt some awkwardness. Not just because from talking to another person... Rather, it's a first for him talking to a girl. It would be obvious to say Sai didn't really think it over when he went around trying to look for the best partner suited to him.
And now the teen was paying the price. Seeing that she introduced herself, the meister promptly replied with his own introduction.
"Ishida Sai," his lips uttered the name, "Meister."
The last word would hint Chris Parker what he was here for if him going up to her was not evidence enough. Taking a quick glance over her, Sai observed her more finer physical features.
The teen already seen she's a brunette of some shade without any scrutiny, judging how it went past her neck... He guessed the length would be a little bit below the neck to the equivalent area of where the heart would be on the back. The small height Chris possessed made her appear a tad vulnerable in junction with her long limbs, as if mirroring (Not completely, though) a twig to be snapped in half. The attire she has put on looks generally simple overall, nothing too special.
But what stands out the most was the golden ring she wore around her neck with a chain. It was the turquoise gem that was the main reason it stood out the most.
On an overall, what she wore didn't make her stand out very much like most of the general populace here. Ok, scratch that, in comparison to some she doesn't stand out much. And that was already good in it self. Unlike some... She wasn't an attention-seeker to his utter relief. Well, frankly, that is to be expected since they're to be best attuned to each other, otherwise.
Going back to the main subject at hand, Sai still hasn't overcome the social barrier. Though, as calm as he could be, the teen attempted to continue the conversation...
"It's nice to meet you," he started with a small lopsided grin which would signal the small amount of awkwardness on his part, "So... I see that you're a Weapon..."
His mind winced at that last sentence. Why the hell did he say that? Isn't it already obvious that she is with the name tag? The meister wanted to groan in self-exasperation... Though it would only complicate matters... So, he continued to hold that stupid grin... Waiting for her reply.
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