As the soldiers boarded the elevator and they were put through their "welcoming speech," Kirill sat with his hands tented in front of his face, staring intensely at the mysterious woman that seemed to be in command. He wasn't terribly surprised by what she had to say. He had gotten hints of this happening from very early on from every official and escort that he met. None of them willingly offered this information, but Kirill was good at figuring out things that people didn't want him to. Which was why he was able to see through the woman's facade. For all of her threats and boasts, at the core of all of this, she was afraid. They all were. Kirill and those like himself were better than them, more powerful, the next step in human evolution. They, on the other hand, were not. Obsolete. Last year's model. It's only natural that they would be afraid. Kirill smiled slightly behind his hands. What other interesting things would this Academy have to show him?

The others delved into their own personal realms of despair. Some reacted with shock, others put up shows of callousness. The boy he had shown an interest in before, which their "welcoming party" had paid particular attention to, seemed thoroughly frustrated. Easy to fool, was he? He'd be a fun person to hang around, though Kirill would introduce himself at a later point. A small argument broke out in front of Kirill between a pair of students insistent on trading barbs. Couldn't these children act just a bit more civil. Kirill sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. He sincerely hoped the quality of his company improved vastly in the immediate future.

He heard a whistle, and then realized that he was being motioned to join the small gathering of male students that was forming near the front of the elevator. He slowly sat up and strolled over to join them, his hands in his pockets. Apparently these boys were March, Cormac and Rhys, respectively. Cormac piqued Kirill's interest and March had a certain edge to him that Kirill liked, but he couldn't help but feel completely bored by Rhys. He was like some kind of un-person, a void of anything worth investigating.

"Introductions are in order? Kirill Yudin." He bowed a bit. "A pleasure."