_"She's sweating stones,"_ Cadwal observed. _"In a way, it's actually kind of cute,"_ [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) replied. _"And also pathetic at the same time,"_ the ghostly knight supplemented, but to which the boy did not respond. "And I'm Timothy," he leaned in as well, his voice still a half-whisper, when his eyes blinked in realization. "Wait, aren't we classmates? You sit behind me. [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885)! Now I know your name." Still smiling, he continued: "You weren't there during the afternoon period. You slept all the way here?"

Suddenly, the librarian in the room stood up and opened the door. In walked three girls and one guy, who paired up at both sides of the door, leaving room for one final person to enter. She had hair made of gold - this was not an exaggeration; it was blonde, but it shined in a way that was both natural and unnatural. Her eyebrows were the same color, and she had had electric blue eyes that shined like stars. For a highschooler, her body was well proportioned with gratuitous curves that would not look out of place in a fashion magazine, or perhaps on a movie screen - she was dressed like it to match. She had a smile on her soft pink lips that was easily welcoming. If it was not obvious from this description, the girl was in simple words, a once in a lifetime beauty. More than that, however, was the power in her step and the confidence on her face. As she walked forward, the boy and girls behind her closed the door to the library, and the librarian walked back to her desk. The girl looked surprised on seeing <<Timothy>> and <<Poppy>> in the room. "Oh, I didn't expect to see someone else here," she said. Her voice reverberated through their ears. It was a clear and musical sound that was nice to listen to. "Are you two new here?" This is Henrietta Fawkes, one of the Five Rulers.

“Huh?” Poppy managed to strangle from her throat, but before any more could be said to save her from such a savage response, the doors opened and in walked, surely, the next Miss Wales. Her beauty was so palpable that Poppy couldn’t help but glance down at her body and compare. As usual, the plain blonde girl drew up short. Massaging her shoulder with one hand self-consciously, the O’Conner scooted back in her chair and turned to face the newcomer. “Uh, yeah, um, sorta new. Well, I guess, yeah…this is my first year here.” Poppy wanted to smash something against her head. Could she be any more awkward?

The sound of the door opening and footsteps coming in didn't attract [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135)'s attention, but the melodious voice that graced his ears did. Turning his head with a quirked brow to see who it was, his eyes widened as he was struck by the sheer and palpable beauty of the blonde before him. Unconsciously closing his book and settling it on the table, as if suddenly forced to by some invisible command, he looked up at the standing Henrietta as she looked down at him, who sat. The image, when viewed from a distance, reeked of symbolism. _"Oh boy,"_ there was an amused tone in Cadwal's ghostly mind-voice. _"Here comes the Great Temptress."_ _"What is she doing here?"_ _"You are about to find out. Probably going to seduce you two into joining her Mamluk band."_ _"I trust you to advise me to the contrary if so ever I falter."_ _"Worry not,"_ Cadwal reassured. _"I will yell so loudly you cannot hear yourself think."_ Tim, after [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885)'s recitation, found his own words to say: "Yes. We're new students," was his simple and rather lacking reply.

Henrietta just laughed, despite the awkwardness. Well, it was probably a laugh, but to everyone else in the room it sounded like a peal of musical notes, carefully conducted by an expert maestro. A girl behind her whispered into her ear and she nodded. Her group behind her got a stack of books and took up a table a bit farther in front of Timothy and Poppy. Henrietta and the one boy remained, though she have a cute pout when she saw he was still there. "Freshies, huh? Hey, have you thought about joining a group yet? I guarantee it has many benefits like learning how to best use your abilities and making a whole bunch of new friends and-" The boy standing behind her spoke up. "Henrietta, you're rambling again. We don't want to overload them with information, and remember, you have to make them reach their own decisions, otherwise, people will suspect you more than already. Plus, you've yet to even give your name." Red flooded her cheeks as she realized he was right. Scratching the back of her head, she revised her greeting. "Uh, hey, sorry about that," she gave a dazzling smile, "I'm Henrietta Fawkes, I've been here a few years. It's nice to meet you two!"

Harold had waited for about....8 minutes now. Nobody seemed to be coming. Shruging and sighing, Harold put his glasses back on, grabbed his crossbody computer bag and decided he'd utalize the free power, wifi, and the ability to get food that the cafeterria provided. Making his way slowly back to where Tim had pointed out before they had gone to their respective classes, he found himself in the proper location, looking across the area filled with milling students, many of whom sat in smaller groups. Generally away from each other. He had managed to spot that Playboy from before sitting with another girl, and was thinking of making his way over when he decided to make another sweep of the land, and hope to find someone he could sit by. He wasn't real interested in sitting alone at the moment, not in this filled up place. As luck, or to some, Fate, would have it, he managed to catch the appearence of Thisa again, and moved to investigate this possibilty. When he identified her successfully, he debated going over to her for a moment, and made his way over, walking with a cool swagger over to her table. He still didn't understand why people thought the way he usually walked had "swag" but he digressed. "Ah, ahmmm.... Greetings, Ms Thisa. Would it concern you at all should I sit here, and utalize the power outlet?" Harold pointed out the outlet in the wall next to the table, and seemed nervous about starting a conversation, or messing up her concentration. She seemed to be quite involved in her designs once more after all.

_"You are guarded for any deception, I trust?"_ Cadwal checked. _"I am, though I think I will leave this place with an inevitably better view of her."_ _"That might happen."_ [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) stood up and returned her greeting in kind, smiling as she did, proffering his hand as stepped forward and introduced himself: "I'm Timothy Aquinas, but you can just call me Tim. It's a pleasure to meet you too. You know, Henrietta, I've heard many things about you." Henrietta duly took his hand and shook, but Tim was caught off-guard by the softness of her skin. Therefore, his grip was weaker than what it usually would, and he almost skipped a breath as their palms slid off each other as they retired the handshake. Yet he still kept his composure, and he smoothly turned his head around to look at [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885), whom he encouraged to introduce herself with an upward nod.

Ione smiled when Saoji took her hand and kissed it, thinking _'See? You can be a gentleman too if you try.'_ However, she did not expect what followed. Saoji's story really was horrible, for someone to have experienced that at such a short age.... Ione didn't know how to feel. **"Wait, wait, wait, wait!!"** Paige said to her while Saoji was telling his story. **"This is not you falling for him right? RIGHT!? I somehow now regret ever telling you to make up with him! Did you see those eyes from before? Those are the eyes of an idiot falling in love! Don't be deceived, Ione!"** Paige said, but Ione didn't listen. **"Ione, are you listening? Hey!!"** With her hand, she pushed her friend behind her, completely ignoring her and listen to Saoji with the most attention she had put on anyone that wasn't a ghost. She obviously noticed his eyes from before, and the smile, but she would have never thought of it in a romantic way hadn't it been for her friend. However... No, this wasn't her falling for him. If anything... Ione pitied him. Having to go through so much at such a young age. She felt like with Paige. As if Saoji were a little boy lost and that needed someone by his side. After his final 'sorry', Ione put her hand on his cheek and looked at him deeply into his eyes, breaking into a kind smile. **"You don't have to be sorry for anything."** **"Oh no! No no no no no! NO! Ione, if this fool is just about to fall for you, going on with that speech will only make him fall harder!"** She knew Paige was exaggerating, so she just continued. She was about to continue on talking when she felt a little hand posing against her other free hand. Paige, most probably. Wait, what is she...!? Using the extoplasm coming from Ione's hands, Paige slapped the boy and then showed him her tongue, after using the ectoplasm to make just that visible. Ione took Paige and held her down. **"Sorry, Saoji! She just... I don't know what came over her, please don't mind her."** She said, with an apologetic smile and choke holding her companion.

Poppy stood up swiftly and rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants before holding it out for Henrietta to take. “I’m Poppy O’Conner.” Poppy smiled lopsidedly. “Um, so, yeah, I probably…won’t join any of those weird legions of doom things you guys got going on, but…thanks for informing me? I guess. Er.” Poppy decided it would be best to sit back down before she made a fool of herself and, when turning, her foot collided with the table leg. Her shoes were made of a poor, flimsy material, and so her toes took most of the shock. Stinging pain erupted in her foot and Poppy attempted to smother the ache with her hands while hopping on one foot. “Son of a bitch!”

Thisa pondered over her piece of paper, she was considering many things, for one how to keep the arms from literately tearing themselves from the torso. Problem with imperfection as a design constraint was using imperfect materials and imperfect construction, would take some very clever engineering to keep the robot natural while also still in one piece. Harold unknown to Thisa approached her and even asked a question, however as normal when in design mode the world may as well not exist to her. Seconds passed into minutes as Thisa still didn't notice Harold, needless to say the situation was becoming awkward. It was only by chance when looking slightly to the side that Thisa finally saw Harold from the corner of her eye, and also someone suddenly appearing to pop into existence was surprising to put it in a way. Thisa jumped in her seat and nearly dropped her pencil, "Oh uh, oh sorry I guess. Heh don't know long you been standing there, I kinda really get engrossed when scribbling in this book. So, provided you didn't forget while waiting on me, need something?

Harold waited patiently, understanding the zone that one of a creative mind got into while working on something they liked and/or enjoyed. He himself had done that many-a-time himself, so he just waited for a point where she took too long, or she noticed him finally. When she jumped he gave a tiny grin and nodded to her before repeating what he was saying before: "Greetings Ms. Thisa. Would it concern you at all should I sit here, and utalize the power outlet? As well, I apologize for startling you. I had decided the proper course of action would be for me to wait while you continued with your current design. And I did not wait for long, and it was of no discourtousy to me." Harold explained with a bit of mirth in his voice at her obvious passion for her work.

Henrietta smiled and returned the greeting. It was obvious that the girl was a bit shy, so she didn't talk more than she had to, to keep things less stressful. "Ha ha, legions of doom huh? That description suites Little Louise's group more than mine, I'm afraid. We're more of a Roman Senate, and I'm Praetor," she said with a toothy smile filled with pearly whites. A thought came to her and she put a delicate finger to her lips. "I suppose that makes Winston Greek and Jason Persia? Hee hee, that's a funny thought." She jumped in surprise as Poppy swore. "Oh my what happened? Wait, hold on a sec, Bill?" The boy behind her nodded and glanced at Poppy. Gradually, the pain on her foot disappeared. Henrietta gave a glowing smile at the boy, Bill, who blushed in response. "He's a radio healer. He doesn't need to touch or see someone to heal them up. It's really a nice ability." Henrietta dragged a seat closer to Timothy and Poppy and sat down. Her group behind her sighed. The boy she was with earlier sat somewhere in the middle. The golden haired girl did a little stretch with her arms upwards, exposing the fullness of her . . . assets, and sighed as she relaxed her on the table, looking like a slob - if the slob happened to be a Roman goddess. She peered up at the two, not minding how she looked. "So what are you two doing here at the library? Is it a date?" she said with a teasing grin. The boy behind her sighed in exasperation. "If it is, I could give a few tips!"

Harold seemed to be at ease, and even more importantly not annoyed at her ignoring him, so no real damage was done. Thisa scooted to the side, "Here I think there is an outlet back there, should be able to reach it." Interesting for her to run into Harold again, as just barley acquaintances its not like they really knew each other, she had to wonder did he come find her on purpose or was this really only a chance encounter as before. Whatever the case is, Harold was good for talking tech so Thisa thought better than to bring this up, may cause him to run off or something. "So... how was your school day? Mine wasn't really eventful, normal class work and normal lectures as always really."

Saoji's eyes fell deeply within hers, almost seemed as if he ventured into a world of magic. Her eyes sparkled like glitter. His mood grew better once she placed her hand on his cheek. He blinked a few times as his face turned red. Although Saoji made others blush before him, he was not used to a girl touching him. For a moment he felt wanted...until he was hit hard by a force that he couldn't describe. He yelped at the pain and held onto the side of his face as he grew angry. He sighed and stood up, snatching his book from the table and walking away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Ione. "What is up with her anyway?" he asked before he left the cafeteria.

Harold nodded at her assent to him sitting down, and placed his bag on the table before taking a seat next to her and pulling out his laptop. "Thank you very much Ms. Thisa. I will be honest, when I decided to journey to this cafeterria, I was not expecting to encounter anyone I was acquaintences with. It was fortunate for myself to stumble across you here." Harold gave a slight grin at that, before continuing: "I had a balanced class day. It was interesting to endevour in keeping up with this school's already set social norms. The majority of the lectures themselves were normal, and did not imprint themselves deeply on my memory however." Harold then plugged in his laptop, and booted it up, putting his bag next to him on the bench as he did so. "How are your designs going if I may ask? You seemed quite enamored with them when I approached your table." He asked quizzically.

_"The people around follow her like puppies to a bitch, or piglets running after their fat mother."_ "Heh," [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) chuckled, not at Henrietta's little teasing joke but at Cadwal's uncalled-for jab, his eyes following Henrietta as she glided towards the table and sat down. His brutal Christian upbringing was made evident when he did not look at her breasts as she stretched her arms up and out, emphasizing their size and the delectable roundness of their shape. Yet they found their way appreciatively towards her grin, that perfect expression of cordiality, which outshone his own. "Well, it isn't a date," he said as he stood by the table before sitting down. "We just happened by each other. I wouldn't mind you giving me some tips, though." _"You will humor her with conversation,"_ Cadwal pointed out the obvious. _"Yeah. I will."_

Poppy was glad when the pain was gone and secretly wished she had radio healing or whatever. That would come in handy considering how often Poppy bumped into things. Disregarding the though, there was no point in wishing for something she couldn’t have, Poppy sat down in her chair. As Henrietta stretched with her breasts becoming very prominent, Poppy couldn’t help but surreptitiously glance down at her own. The medium-sized lumps were just sources of depression and disappointment so Poppy carefully wrapped her jacket around herself. “Yeah, um, not a date. I was, uh, sleeping.” Poppy answered even though Timothy had already said something. The blonde moved forward and laid her cheek on her palm, relaxing slightly.

**"Ah, please... wait! She's just... being silly. She can get really jealous sometimes and..."** Well, she can't say that Paige knew that he was gazing at Ione like an idiot, mostly because it would be pretty insulting to say so. Maybe, she could put up some kind of excuse. **"She just thinks you're dangerous, since I... called you a playboy and all. You can say it is kinda my fault. Sorry."** She said, taking her hat from the table again and putting it on again. Taking a deep breath, she decided it'd be best to return to her Juliet persona for the time being. **"Anyhow, if we stray away from having much physical contact, Paige should be able to restrain herself at least for a bit. So... please, don't leave. We just made up, after all."* She said, a small blush getting to her cheeks. **"Or... can you not be around a ghost?"** She said. After all, it wasn't an option for her to become separated from Paige.

Thisa couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle to herself, Harold really did have a weird of speaking, but still easy enough to follow him regardless. All the same saying 'Today was normal, and the lectures were not very memorable' would have gotten to the point a whole lot faster. Still there was something endearing about it so Thisa didn't mind. "They're fine, I just have to keep shifting things around." Thisa pointed to the page, "Like here I'm tying to solve a problem of the arms tearing themselves from the chassis, its the speed and size of motors I'm using. While needless to say I can't run real tests, I can run the numbers and do simulations, so from what I've done the setup I have now doesn't work. There is a lot to work with here, power sources can only be so heavy before being impractical, because I keep changing the sources the amount of power I have to work with changes, and since that changes I have to swap out electrical components that would fit in the power budget. There are other issues I'm tackling right now, but right at the moment I'm focusing on getting the arms working."

Harold nodded while he listeded to Thisa continue on about her current work. "Ah, that would make for quite the conundrum would it not....hmmmm." Harold started to ponder very deeply about something for a moment, for he came back and went on: "I would theorize with an academic academy of this scale, there should exist an engineering, or perhaps a type of mechanics or ahmmm...." Harold thought for another minute for continuing with air quotes ""Shop" social club, or something of the sort, would there not?" He finished up after another moment. He also seemed to focus on his laptop for a moment, and started openning up a few programs and the like on there with the touchpad. Afterwords, he turned back, his search complete apperently. He also idly noticed that Playboy and the "Goth" type girl having some sort of spat across the room, but thought no more of it himself.