[hr][h1][i][color=f26522]Diego Julius Bellasquez[/color][/i][/h1] [@Shard][hr] So, Casper wants that NEST certification, [i]and[/i] an education? Makes sense. Diego was mostly here for the education. Because... well, prison doesn't give you a highschool diploma. So Diego was a little bit behind on his classes. Something he seeks to rectify by coming here. Diego didn't exactly need training with his power, since that NEST prison gave him plenty. He could breeze through these trials and get that certificate. Though, he was wondering who "Blackmore" was, and what he has to offer. Perhaps he'd see for himself at some point - but his goal was his education. However, it wasn't just Casper getting the creeps once this freak of nature came scrolling by. [i]What... what is that thing?[/i] Diego thought to himself as his attention was stolen from Casper, and placed onto Ruben. A tall tower of red flesh that was topped off by a metal helmet. Is this what....? Diego tried to make sense of it, but found it hard to, however. He just wasn't used to the more freakish Metahumans, and that makes sense. People like Ruben stay in the shadows - until they find their place. Academy 218 must be that place, huh? Diego wondered for a moment, before he shrugged. This must be the one thing he ought to get used to. The freaks of this school. Not to say that Diego judged them - this was something they had no control over. Very similar to himself. Heh... haha... What was more surprising was the fact that Casper said that he was a teacher. That was... certainly strange, but Diego wasn't one to judge. Perhaps he was an amazing teacher underneath the looks. Hmph. [color=f26522]"He looks pretty scary to be a teacher."[/color] Diego shrugged. Before their conversation could continue, the speakers loudly, and surprisingly, announced: [indent][i]"WOULD ALL STUDENTS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE RECEPTION, IN ORDER TO BE ALLOCATED THEIR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS FOR THIS ACADEMIC YEAR. THANK YOU."[/i][/indent] The shrill noise of the speakers made Diego put his shoulders up, and cringed. After it was over, Diego realized that it was high time for him to leave and get that room mate of his. Nothing against Casper, but Diego felt their time together was over. They had a good conversation, hopefully they'll meet again - this isn't a big school. [color=f26522]"Alright, I'm going to go see who my room mate is."[/color] Diego threw his strap guitar over his shoulder, until it was touching his back. [color=f26522]"It was real nice talking to ya', Casper."[/color] He bid him farewell, before he waved goodbye, and then he was off. If he recalled correctly, the Reception Desk was this way.... [color=a0410d][i]'Hmph... sharing your room. How pathetic.'[/i][/color] Agni whispered into Diego's head, only for the boy to ignore him. [color=a0410d][i]'If your... room mate... gives you any trouble; you should show him the power you possess - the power to burn anything in your way.'[/i][/color] [color=f26522][i]'We're not off to kill people, Agni. Just like I told Casper, I just wanna learn...'[/i][/color] [color=a0410d][i]'You forget that, regardless of where you are, everyone is out to take advantage of you, boy....'[/i][/color] Agni moaned. [color=a0410d][i]'... Or have you forgotten what prison taught you....'[/i][/color] Those were the last words Agni said before he disappeared - fading away. Good. Diego can focus. Right when Agni left, Diego arrived at the Reception Room. Fortunately, it wasn't too crowded. Which meant people are still on their way, or haven't finished at the cafeteria. Diego was just going to get his room and leave. He walked up to the front desk, which had an elderly lady working hard. He put both hands over the wooden desk, and leaned forward, looking that woman straight in the eyes. [color=f26522]"Hello, ma'am, I'm [i]Diego Bellasquez[/i] and I'm looking to get my room...."[/color] She... gave him a narrow stare. Eyes narrow, and squinting. The kind of look that said, "I know you're up to no good". Well, that might be true. Diego doesn't exactly look like a top-class citizen. She handed him a key. "Alright, here's your key. Your Room mate is Casper Hyat." Really? What a coincidence. Looks like fate was pushing them together. For some odd reason. [color=f26522]"Uh... yeah. Thank you ma'am!"[/color] Diego pushed himself off the front desk and took a few steps back. [color=a0410d]'Good grief...'[/color] [hr][h1][i][color=fff200]Mika Baozai[/color][/i][/h1] [@Heathen] [hr] Perhaps Mika could warm up to Zoe. After all, the two of them are similar - birds of a feather, even. However, no matter who her father is, or how much money she may possess, a Redneck is still a Redneck. Which is, in her eyes, a personal antithesis. The second Zoe made a pun, Mika was reminded of that fact harder than ever before. [color=fff200]"Please, don't make [i]puns[/i] like you're some [i]child[/i]."[/color] She said. Mika didn't even need her telepathy and she could smell the bullshit from here. She felt as if something was off about Zoe - like there was a facade. The Redneck has probably never tasted - let alone heard of - fine tea. Before she went on in her head, Mika stopped herself. She realized that it was pointless to rant about how suspicious Zoe. Because, either way, long as the Redneck stays out of Mika's hair, then maybe Zoe would last a little longer. Doesn't matter what ulterior motive she has if Mika doesn't associate with her. Her eyes briefly scanned Zoe's hands... maybe that was one thing she could say about Zoe - she could at least keep her hands in great shape. Now, what about the intruder? The blonde-haired woman? It's amazing she hasn't left yet. What Zoe said to Piper made Mika cringe. A comment about "knock off heels". So annoying. Mika never thought that covering yourself in the most expensive clothes around elevates your status. She took a sip of her tea, hoping to calm herself. [i]Hmph. You speak as if walking around wearing fancy dresses makes you important. You're nothing without that hand in your father's wallet. He does good work - and you shame him, and your name, by parading yourself around like some whore from the movies.[/i] Okay. Okay. Okay. Time to go. Leave the Rich-Redneck, and her guest-Redneck alone. Mika touched the plate of tea that she had, and it began floating in the air. Now, she just needs.... [indent][i]"WOULD ALL STUDENTS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE RECEPTION, IN ORDER TO BE ALLOCATED THEIR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS FOR THIS ACADEMIC YEAR. THANK YOU."[/i][/indent] ... A good reason to excuse herself. At least this school is somewhat useful. Still, it's time to see who she shares a room with this year. Hopefully it won't be too big of a Redneck. Mika cleared her throat, [color=fff200]"since we have come to terms, I believe it is time for me to leave."[/color] She stood straight up, and she put her hand out, so the plate of tea flew right on top of it. [color=fff200]"Until we meet again-"[/color] [i]Which will hopefully be never[/i] [color=fff200]"-Zoe. Keep in mind you're always free to visit me if you wish to have tea. [i]Zài jiàn[/i]."[/color] Mika walked out of the cafeteria. The one thing that was a pain in the behind was carrying around this plate of tea in such a crowded school. With her telekinetic exertion, there was no way it was going to fall over. She marched over to the front desk, pushing everyone aside. The benefit of arriving here earlier meant that she had already received her living arrangements and set up her room. The problem was that the school refused to share who she was staying with. The concept of her having a room mate angered her to no end, as she preferred to stay alone. No matter how much money she could throw at them, they wouldn't budge. Mika sighed - it was just a fact of life. She gently placed her plate down, and spoke to the front desk worker. [color=fff200]"Hello, Miss, I am [i]Mika Baozai[/i], may I know who I'm sharing a room with?"[/color] Mika said politely as possibly. Mika was one to extend her politeness and respect to people in positions of power. The rest of these heathens? They deserve nothing. The woman went through her computer quickly, before turning back to her. "Your roommate Miss Baozai is Kanala Wabae." Hmph. Who was that? Not even money could influence their decision. Annoying, but Mika would live with it... if she wasn't some no-good tobacco spitting commoner, that is. Mika would throw the Head Mistress's car through her office if that was the case. Mika smiled, and said, [color=fff200]"Thank you, Miss."[/color] Before picking up the plate again and walking off. This Kanala Wabae better be nearby. There's a few things Mika has to tell her....