[color=f49ac2]Nuna Mori[/color]

Arriving in the spacious room of the training hall, she saw the familiar faces of the people she greeted in the cafeteria. Everyone was in their appropriate sections preparing for class. She scanned the room, noticing the abundance of people who were ranked A. She leered at those people as if they were acting elitist. [color=f49ac2][i]I would have been ranked A myself if I hadn't been caught off guard by that enemy.[/i][/color] As the heel of her ankle boot hit the ground, her eyes had met the scene of the Nocturne and Demon playing with a ball. She was disappointed to see Desdemona, but the long search for the boy could be terminated. When did he depart from the infirmary, wondering as her hand covered her chin in a ponderous thought? She hollered, [color=f49ac2]"Hey, Cat-Man."[/color] At the same time, he began to kick the ball back to Desdemona but turned to face the beckoning. It seemed he had more exerted force into the ball than expected, sending it zooming in her direction. Enticed by the situation, she hoped the ball hit the demon square in the face, as she had redirected the attention of the Nocturne back to herself. 

Starting into a slight jog, she stopped before the Nocturne at a respectable distance. [color=f49ac2]"Hi... Nuna. The chick that knocked you out... Forgive me for what happened earlier, I'm still having trouble controlling these powers. I couldn't resist the urge to drain your energy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, so we don't start a friendship off sketchy. But before you accept anything I would like to offer you back your energy. Please."[/color]