**"Duly noted."** Ione answered to Louis' warning, and then sighed, already knowing that something like that would happen to Paige if she continued pestering her. **"I-Ione! Help me...!"** She took her friend ghost using her ability and put her on her shoulder. **"You reap what you sow. Don't complain now, idiot. Anyhow, Louis, take care in the meeting later. It'd be bad if we lost our peacekeeper."** Though she said so in a teasing tone, she was even if a bit worried. She knew Louis was no pushover, but well, things happen. She saw the ruler walk away with her group of lackeys. She then turned to Saoji, with a small smile on her lips. **"Saoji, huh? That's quite a fancy name. No need to be embarrassed when talking to Paige. I can assure you she is there."** Ione poked Paige's cheek as she said that. The ghost waved weakly at Saoji in return, though. **"You'll have to excuse her though, that just now drained her energy."** She then thought a bit on how to best explain the abilities of everyone. It came to her as quite a shock last year too, so it was understandable to have questions. She resolved herself to explain the boy's questions. **"Yes, there are groups of people that use their abilities. In total there are five, six if you want to count us neutrals but we aren't as organized. Each group has a ruler at the top, like Ms. Zero just seconds ago. They all have skills like ours and regarding how to find out..."** She thought about it for a bit and then turned to see the boy again with a playful smile on her face. **"You can just ask them."** She left a long pause for the boy to get his hopes up, just to send those hopes crashing down. **"It is a different story whether they'll tell you or not, though."** She giggles a bit at her own joke. **"Then again, you can always attack them. They'll answer in kind and maybe you'll get a peek at their ability, but appearances can be deceiving."** She was kinda tired of being standing, so she decided this was a good chance for a change of scenery. **"We should continue this talk in the cafeteria. We'll have somewhere to sit."** She said, already making her way to the building.

_"Well!"_ Cadwal would have clapped his hands if he had any. _"This boy is like a jester!"_ [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) did not gesture again towards Louise's posse as he talked of them, hoping not to get their attention. However, he had dropped the Shakespearean act, as his voice dropped low and became solemn. "They sprang out from the dorms. They're a rabid bunch. They harassed two students just now. I wouldn't want to associate with them, if I were you. The student politics in this school revolve around those who are, say, Gifted, and though I may not know much about it, since I'm new here, it's all so very distasteful. It reeks of pettiness and abuse." "But anyway," Timothy loosened up, his voice returning its color. "You must be looking for the dorms."

Thisa was walking along minding her own business, one by being new to this school its not like she had anyone to talk to, and more importantly she didn't feel like it. In her hands was a ragged looking notebook, the spine was frayed and the writing on the cover was all but faded until unreadable. Thisa flipped to the latest used page, on it was a schematic of a human leg although not a real, but a mechanical one she has been working on. With her pencil she scribbled side notes on it, like *Downgraded to 200RMP motor, lighten load on leg-pelvis joint.* or *Front upper thigh plate doesn't fit right, sand it down.* Thisa lightly tapped her pencil while thinking, main problem at that point was managing weight, the leg needed to take quite a bit especially if it were to be used on a robot, or even as a prosthetic. Her train of thought was interrupted as she collided straight into another person, (This one being Harold.) in hind sight perhaps walking in public wasn't the best time or place to do any work. Thisa stumbled back as her notebook fell to the floor, "Ah shi-... sorry about that, my bad was distracted there."

Harold caught the drop of the jesting, and chose to become more mature once again as well. "I see. It's a shame that such petty and superficial problems are so important to so many in the World. And indeed I am. It was important to know where to put my items and belongings." He replied and jestured to his backpack, suitcaase, and his light brown crossbody computer bag at his sides....and back. (This guy is pretty interesting. I wonder what he could have as a talent in any case. I have yet to see it, however one conversation is unlikely to be enough for all talents....) "I do hope that our school lives here aren't as dull and nonessential as their's apperently are. And how school usually is. Perhaps this could be the start of an equally benifictial acquiantenship?" Harold continued on, hoping to find a friend in Timothy apperernetly. [Addon] Harold's weaker, twing like body stumbled forward slightly after having Thisa run into him. Recognizing another possible girl to be behind him, and the cause of his stumble, Harold quickly straightened himself out, pushed up his glasses again, and turned around to interogate the female behind him, one that seemed somewhat familiar to himself. (She does seem very similar to someone I know, perhaps an acquaintence of the past?) "....Ah, it is no problem. I suppose working and walking are not always the easiest of maneuverse to make while indisposed." Harold replied after a moment of thought, he quickly reached down and picked up her notebook, noticing the designs and notes of mechanical beings, and more likely- Robots. Harold loved Robots. AI too!

Saoji had a sad look on his face. He felt terrible for what happened to Paige even though he couldn't see her. Whatever Louis did to her was cruel. His expression lifted once lone began explaining how to acquire his skill. So that is what Louis meant when she asked if they were in groups. Those who were not within a group were neutral. But what does that mean exactly? Are neutrals looked down upon? Are they holding on to some secrets that the five rulers are completely unaware of? or...it could just be Saoji's wishful thinking. Hopefully, neither him or lone are seen as lesser in comparison with those who have honed their skills proficiently by being within a certain group. _So we are considered neutrals?_ he thought to himself. He nodded his head at lone and decided to walk among side her to the cafeteria. Passing two other guys who were standing there. He overheard them speaking about books and the library which is a place he must keep in mind. Library's were full of knowledge, but sometimes, they lack the deep rooted meaning of truth. After walking past them, he stared at his feet as he walked closely with lone. For some reason, he felt as if lone was like him in many ways...except that she was more experienced at the school than he was. But she seemed to have this floating aura around her that he is very much used to. Then those voices came to him again as he was stuck within his own thoughts... _Mikami! Don't run away! You tell us where your father is or we will hunt you down until the end of days!_ the men shouted. _I don't know where he is...I swear!_ he replied to the men. _If you can bring them back in your dream ability then you know exactly where he is!_ the men shouted back. After that last thought, he opened his eyes and gasped. He remembers one of the men shouting that he could bring his family back in his dream ability......but Saoji cannot recall a time when he has done that...Did he bump his head on something and forgotten all that happened before he arrived at the school? He gently shook his head to shake the thoughts and took a deep sigh. In a low voice he said to lone... **"Have you ever thought about using your ability to change the world? We are considered neutrals right? so that means we really don't have any rules to follow other than the schools right? So...maybe we can form our own group and forge our own leader!"** he said as he looked a bit excited when he said that, putting on a slight smile. **"I have a history involving very bad people but life isn't suppose to be this terrifying. I just wish that all bad people can disappear. I wish...I...I wish we can start our own revolution!"** After he said that he heard a loud thud behind him. Looking back, he saw that a girl had run into one of the guys who was talking about libraries. He quickly hurried over to her and bent down trying to help her. **"Are you ok, Ms?"** he asks.

Thisa declined any help from Saoji, honestly she was fine nothing more then a light fall. "Yeah, I'm alright not even a scratch. Thanks for the thought anyway." Thisa stood straight up, pushing down her clothes to smooth them out. Well great she ended up running right into someone, as much as she wanted to keep out of anyone's business that was pretty much far too late. Right well time to do some damage control and straighten out what could be a bad first impression. Harold had her notebook in hand, and well he was reading though it, all things considered looking at someone's stuff without permission was fairly rude at least he looked quite interested in what the book had to offer, another thing was Harold looked familiar, probably nothing to it really. Thisa held out her hand to receive her book, "If you're wondering what's in there, I've filled it with drawings and schematics of some concepts I want to work on. Not like I have a full shop to fabricate anything so the best I do is refine them, but while doing so is also the cause of me ramming into you."

[Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) could not reply before Theresa bumped into Harold, and sent the latter stumbling forward. In reflex, Timothy had outstretched his hands in the event his new acquaintance would fall into him, but thankfully, that did not happen. Peering over Harold's side to find out who the offender was, his eyes mildly widened as he beheld a [pretty girl](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2326837). _"Ah, she is like a rose. Help her, Tim!"_ Cadwal hastily advised. _"Too late,"_ the boy replied, as Harold was already picking up her notebook. _"Especially for the gentleman who just stepped in,"_ Cadwal jabbed, referring to Saoji, whom Timothy gave but a glance before returning his gaze to the sudden girl. "You should be more careful, miss," he said simply.

Ione felt like laughing when she heard Saoji, but she didn't. She was unable to call him foolish, since she had thought the same some time before. Imparting knowledge of times before to others through her mediumship, maybe a better understandment of men. Hm, it was odd she found someone who wasn't freaked out at all of her, but also someone that thought like her, or like she used to anyway. **"Many have histories like that, I know that better than anyone, perhaps. However, individuals nor groups are able to change anything. What changes things is power. With enough power, you can change things, but attaining more power than the rulers would be... problematic."** She ranted about, before she saw that Saoji was no longer interested in her talk. **"Wha!?"** Instead, he had gone to the aid of someone who had fallen down. Ione was red with embarrasment, seeing that Saoji had left just because of someone falling down... All right, that was bad and all, but that's no way to leave a lady. **"What do you think you are doing, you excuse of a man!"** Paige had seemingly recovered her strength and was now shouting at Saoji, also angry at him for leaving Ione like that. However, when the pair saw how the girl rejected the offer, they both started laughing. Paige's laugh went into full bursts of laughter and Ione was trying to keep it down. **"Serves you right, idiot playboy!"** Ione shouted at Saoji, showed him her tongue, and then dashed away from the scene, directed to the cafeteria.

Saoji frowned when Thisa rejected his aid then frowned even more when lone called him a "idiot playboy"...he sunk his head low as his bangs hung down his face. He hasn't been this humiliated in his life. _I just wanted to help..._ he thought. He turned and watched lone walk away after insulting him. He noticed there were a lot of people who were quite rude to others here at this school, whereas the innate ability to show compassion, harmony, and justice to another individual, is truly lacking at this school. For that, everything he thought he knew about lone or the rest of the school have failed him. Perhaps lone isn't who he thought she was, perhaps she didn't show as much compassion and mindfulness as he. He sighed and lifted himself up, walking the opposite direction and away from the others who were talking about books. He entered the dorm building and went up to his room, taking off his cape and tossing it aside; laying on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. **"All I wanted to do was help..."** he whispered to himself with a sad look on his face.

> Thisa declined any help from Saoji, honestly she was fine nothing more then a light fall. > > "Yeah, I'm alright not even a scratch. Thanks for the thought anyway." > > Thisa stood straight up, pushing down her clothes to smooth them out. Well great she ended up running right into someone, as much as she wanted to keep out of anyone's business that was pretty much far too late. Right well time to do some damage control and straighten out what could be a bad first impression. Harold had her notebook in hand, and well he was reading though it, all things considered looking at someone's stuff without permission was fairly rude at least he looked quite interested in what the book had to offer, another thing was Harold looked familiar, probably nothing nothing to it really. > > Thisa held out her hand to receive her book, "If you're wondering what's in there, I've filled it with drawings and schematics of some concepts I want to work on. Not like I have a full shop to fabricate anything so the best I do is refine them, but while doing so is also the cause of me ramming into you." "Ah I see. It is of no concern, Ms. But these do not look bad at all. And I understand your frustration. I myself have yet to find the dorm building we are assigned to, let alone an ample space to work with. My own concepts deal more with software than hardware, but the fact that you are able to hold this level of talent already speaks volumes of your true talent and ability! My reguards and hopes for future success to you Ms....?" Harold went on another of his minor rants and the like, hoping that he didn't cause this girl to dislike him already, or become disgusted with his nerdism. He also handed the notebook back to its proper owner, and heard the yelling of another female a short ways away. It would appear that the boy who assisted this beautiful example of the female species is what many call a "Playboy". (I fail to understand how it is possible to wish for more than one Lover. The fact that men like that are unsatified with the fact that they have a woman is deplorable.)

_"He's enamored with her, just look at how he blabbers off a thousand compliments,"_ Cadwal chuckled as he observed Harold. _"And apparently ignoring you."_ _"That is fine."_ _"It is disrespectful to you, Tim."_ _"Give him a break, Cadwal."_ Patiently observing the exchange between [Theresa](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2326837) and [Harold](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325616), [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) remained silent. He quirked a brow up as the sad [Saoji](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325614) made a sorrowful exit, and stared at the - as the girl in the distance so loudly called - playboy's back till he was gone from view.

Harold then remembered, he was having a conversation! He swiftly stepped to the side, and awaited Thisa's response and made a "wait" sign to Tim, obviously wishing to hear the girls name before they continued.

"**Uh... hey.**" Hide stated simply while pushing himself onto his feet rather quickly, dusting himself off as if he had been rolling around like that for a while. There was a look of slight worry on his face, but it quickly vanished as an apologetic smile formed onto his lips. A pair of bright blue orbs eyed over the flute wielding freshmen! Or well, the person he was going to assume was a freshmen. His face didn't look too familiar, at least not anyone he could place off of the top of his head. "**My name is Hide. I don't think I've seen you around here before, did you just transfer?**" He asked rather calmly, the apologetic look was already starting to vanish. It was probably a bit hard to tell what he was being apologetic about, it was not like he was doing anything wrong... but it was still there, regardless. Though after a few seconds, something seemed to have popped into his mind as he glances towards the flute, not really waiting for answers to his previous question. "**Was that you making that music from before? If so, I applaud you. I can play the violin, but only a small bit.**" A rather sheepish grin formed onto Hide's face as he lowered his head a slightly. He seemed genuinely happy, even as another faint cloudy shadow began to form once again. Though this one was significantly harder to notice. It was smaller with a human shape, a good three-feet shorter than Hide himself. A child. It stood just behind him, making grabbing motions onto his pant-legs as one would a parent. If one didn't know better, it was really just like looking at a shadow... though Hide was not giving it much notice.

At the mention of playboy Thisa looks up, apparently Saoji who wanted to help may have had some... additional motives. Didn't change how guilty she felt when the guy basically fled the scene, then again a playboy is a playboy Thisa decided that it may have been best to simply ignore him. Herold had an odd way of talking, he sounded proper if she were to put a label on it, but all the same his speech was somewhat out of place really. Thisa couldn't help but blush at the man's complements, sure she was used to them but Harold had quite a bit of passion behind his praise, it was flattering to be frank. Harold side stepped seemly while remembering something, oh seemed he was in a conversation that is until she bumped into them. Timothy didn't look like much to Thisa, but he did look like he held himself as a decent person so probably not bad, you know unlike that maybe playboy. "Oh yeah, I'm Theresa Thompson but I'd rather you call me Thisa, Theresa is just a few syllables too much if you ask me. So you're into tech as well right, software engineering from the sounds of it. Well its nice to meet you, you and your friend here." Thisa motioned towards Timothy.

Harold faintly blushed at the mention of his intense passion. He forgot a lot of time just how much he loved technology, and usually went off on rants and the like when he gets into a conversation about it. "It is my pleasure to meet you as well Ms. Thisa Thompson. I understand your plight. Sometimes Harold is much to....cold for my usage of it. At such times, I merely go back to coding and programming, or login so as to escape from the formality." Harold extended his hand for a handshake with Thisa, and proceeded to introduce himself. "Ah, my apologizes, I forgot to follow a simple rule of social conventions. I am Harold, Harold Franfurt. And Tim here had just offered to show me around this school, as I have recently arrived. He was just talking to me about....this school and some of its policies and politics." Harold obviously stumbled for a moment there, forgetting what the two had been talking about before Thisa's intervention.

[Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) returned [Thisa](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2326837)'s greeting amiably, smiling a bright one that reached his eyes. "Name's Timothy Aquinas, but you can call me Tim." He then gestured towards [Harold](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325616). "Actually, Harold and I here just met when you bumped into us. Are you a new student as well?" He said it all so smoothly, but in his mind, Cadwal's commentary was making things rather chaotic. _"Look at that form-fitting legwear!"_ the ghostly knight exclaimed. _"Were she born during my time, she'd have been stoned to death! And her parents banished from their dwelling place for producing such an errant daughter."_ _"Cadwal, please, your voice is too loud; I can't think!"_ _"Forgive me, Tim, but the world nine centuries after my death continues to fascinate me! Do forgive your guardian angel."_ _"Only if he stays silent enough for me to have a regular conversation! Come on, man."_

Saoji couldn't fall asleep. Instead, he kept looking at the ceiling; laying on his back on the bed. His room was rather clean for a fifteen year old. Nothing too shabby or anything, however. His family has always been the neat and orderly type. In fact, he despises any area that is too unclean. He can't help but think of the humiliation he has suffered, trying to show compassion for another individual; it actually made him look foolish. Is this how the world suppose to be? Are we suppose to be criticized and denounced just for wanting to be nice? Perhaps there was such thing as being a bit too nice. Maybe there are those who simply cannot handle seeing someone being overly nice to someone else. He took a deep sigh. While he could be using this time having lunch with lone, he finds that he is now hiding away from everyone who heard lone call him a "playboy." Now, he doesn't really feel any real need to venture outside. He definitely felt alone here. Simply put, no one shared the same humane ability as he does. That one thing that has been twisted and redefined...love. _Fine...I give up. _ he thought. If people were not meant to change and if no one ever learns...then what is the point of talking? and being the bigger person? Saoji began to think that perhaps there is no point. Perhaps he is just one in a million lives who was put here by his grand master from a different universe where he truly belongs...at least...that is how he is feeling. He shook his head and turned over on his side, attempting to fall asleep once more.

**"Yes, I'm Zaen Henko, I transferred here from Florida."** he spoke with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice, mostly due to the rarity of him meeting new people. He hadn't actually put effort into socializing in quite a long time. Hide seemed nice though, but he seemed to look like he was apologizing, for what reason he guessed was because he was unprepared to meet someone while he was laying in the dust. **"Thank you, I play almost all instruments, Flute would have to be my favorite."** he said as his nervousness faded, he was glad to know that Hide played an instrument, even if he only played a little. He then noticed the small cloudy shadow-like creature tugged at his pants legs. He knew it wasn't his shadow, mostly due the fact that his shadow wasn't mimicing him, and that he had a second shadow. **"What would that be?."** he asked as he motioned towards the shadow-creature tugging at his pant's legs. It was very similear to the other creatue he had seen before approaching Hide.

"**Woah, Florida, huh? Pretty far away from home, it seems. I hope you are adjusting alright.**" Hide smiled at Zaen, nodding his head lightly. "**If you need any help finding your way around or need to know about anything, feel free to ask. I've been here for a while already and sort of know some things. For my first year here, I spent more time lost than I did in class.**" Chuckling a bit, he just shakes his head softly. "**Almost all instruments?**" The young mans blue eyes went wide for several moments as he let out a held breath. "**That is... well, amazing! I don't really have any interesting talents, I guess, but that is cool. Maybe you could give me some lessons sometime or something.**" He finally cracked a rather friendly grin. It was a bit clear that Hide was a friendly soul that didn't entirely seem fully capable to be a real threat or danger, he really just seemed happy for the company and that he had not yet mentioned that he was rolling around on the ground like some idiot. Though, as Zaen would motion towards the doppelganger that hugged onto his leg, a thoughtful look found itself on Hide's face. "**Emotion.**" The word rolled from his mouth with relative ease as he looked down at the small creature without a face. "**Its, uh... not supposed to be out like this. But when emotions get the best of me or I suppress them for too long... this happens. Not that it is a bad thing, at least most of the time.**" Hide reaches a hand down to give the cloudy wisp a pat on the head, and in turn the shadow would shimmer a bit before vanishing. "

Thisa met Harold halfway with his handshake, "Harold Franfurt it is then. Don't suppose you go by a nickname, although Harold is short and sweat as is right?" she then nodded at Timothy's question, "Yeah I'm a fresh transfer, started at the beginning of the year so I know the school's layout well enough." Thisa had a feeling these two might make good friends, its not that she rejected the idea of friendship its only that she'll be content enough to keep to herself funny how bumbling into a situation like that could have had some very good results. She did have some time before the start of class, and she was starting to feel pretty sociable, may as well kept the conversation going. "So Harold, said you do a fair bit of programming, what have you written? While its not my specialty by any means, I think I could understand enough."