"Happily."

Rebekah took a few quick steps away from the group, each one taking her further out, towards the center of attention. She was satisfied when she hit an arm-and-a-half's length away, far enough out that she couldn't hit anyone but she could still be heard. Her heart was going a mile a minute, excitement turning the dial up to eleven. But she needed to be professional. So all that excitement went into a few showy card flourishes while she talked, opening with a riffle shuffle and transitioning cleanly into a bridge. At least, it looked like one. It was actually sleight of hand, made it look like she was shuffling even though she kept the original order. But it wasn't necessary anyway. Just looked good.

"I have fourteen unique spells on my person. Several can't easily be demonstrated, unless someone feels like attacking me already, so I've settled on two that I can demonstrate. Number cards are my utilitarian spells, while Aces and Faces are more potent." The British teen casually drew the top two cards of the deck, turning them to the teacher to show their numbers and suites. "I'll be showing you the Two of Spades, and the Queen of Spades. Offensive spells. My other Face cards, among other things, can break any defense, block any attack, and analyze any spell I witness."

The rest of her deck went back into her pocket, while their owner faced away from the school. Two of Spades first, almost like a warmup. Then the big show. She slipped the Queen into her left hand, and held the Two up in front of her between her fore and middle fingers. "Bridge-keeper's cache; #27!"

The card glowed, for a brief moment, but was overshadowed instantly by the light gathering before her hand. Soft but intensifying, as if drawing in and collecting sunlight. It lasted a mere instant, replaced between blinks by a long, gunmetal gray katana that seemed to appear from nowhere. Her hand closed around the handle smoothly, just before she swept the blade once through the air and let it rest at her side. That had been easy, but she didn't have time to look and see how it went over. It was showtime.

“Archangel Uriel, lend this humble servant thine holy light, so I may shine it upon those who would do evil. Those who would lie, those who would steal, those who would harm their fellow man, hear my creed and know judgement!" Her voice started soft, practiced, but it swelled the further she progressed. Growing in volume, becoming passionate, and climbing towards a righteous crescendo as she stabbed her blade forwards for emphasis. "Lumina Deus, Caede Inimicos:"

"Light up the night!"

The words had scarcely left her mouth before, eager to obey, the incandescent beam leaped from the tip of her sword. The air crackled along its path, radiating faintly gold light from a core of blinding white energy. Pure, unfiltered mana concentrated into a massive beam. It sapped her energy with each second, and she knew it wouldn't last long, but she carefully dragged the beam from right to left, bathing the area before her in righteous fire. The beam tapered off after a few seconds, gradually diminishing over the course of a few moments to nothingness. She flicked the katana down and to her right, as if casting off any remnants, and sheathed it smoothly in front of her body.

"Amen."

Caught between two, possibly 3 people at once, he turned his head to Kansai girl informally known as Hat-chan, flashing her a thumbs up and a terse nod of approval, even as the mostly silent crowd watched in what seemed to be some form of befuddlement. It was like he hadn't even remembered how cool and badass he was trying to be but seconds ago!

"Better!" he grunted, eyeing a brief, distinctly lightning bolt-y flash in the sky from roughly where he would assume the mages to be, on the other side of school. The thunder followed shortly, eliciting hushed murmurs from the crowd. So someone cast Thundaga. Big deal, the old footage of Railgun on Youtube and stuff was pretty similar.

"A-ny-ways, you hear that?" he asked behind himself, beginning to turn back towards Rebecca. "She heard me loud and cl--"

What was that bright stuff over there?

His mouth clamped shut instinctively to avoid fully going slack, his head reversed fully back towards the magic side, and his eyes went wide as saucers as a lance of white and gold split the skies.

"Ho-ly..." he said lowly, next word needing no elaboration.

BULLSHIT!

SINCE WHEN DID MAGES GET A FINAL FLASH?!

"Ah yes Shinjiro Karasawa your ability is classified as burning blood. Well than lets get started shall we?" Sakuya said as she took down notes on the clipboard she grabbed from a nearby table. "Now if you would kindly get into the middle the area here so we can measure just how much heat you can produce. I would advise espers to step back into the yellow circle. Now when you are ready Karasawa san I would like for you to step inside the container in the middle so we can predict how much heat you can generate. From there we shall release you from your container and from there I would like to you to face this combat drone in combat so we can test endurance and strength after of course I record the highest temperature rating. Now begin when ready Karasawa-san." She said as she stepped back behind a clear covered wall to protect herself.

Shinjiro Karasawa

Eyes now firmly planted back on the professor, he snapped back to attention with a curt nod and a bark of "Got it." Ambling over to the designated area, he kicked off his shoes and socks as he drew up to the container, eyeing the distinctly trashcan-looking security drone. So he'd have to fight one of them, huh? Scratch that one off the bucket list. Talk about weird tests. Stepping into the chamber, he tossed his phone out into his shoes at the last second before closing the door behind him.

And by some quirk of fate, the impact had apparently told his playlist to play and shuffle.

well I'm

What--

HOT-BLOODED

oh god why

CHECK IT AND SEEEEE

The crowd half-chuckled, and half groaned in response, while the young man in a heat-rated uniform inside the little glass jar gritted his teeth, flush with both anger and embarassment. Why did that of all things have to play? Were you kidding him?! You had to be kidding him!

GOT A FEVER

OF A HUNDRED

AND THREEEEEE

The walls of the container began to fog as where he would normally emit sweat, he replaced it with steam. Red began to tinge the edges of his vision as blood pumped faster and faster, naturally excited by the upkick in temperature. HOT BLOODED, wailed Foreigner from his phone, HOT BLOODED!

"Can't believe this..." he muttered, as his body temperature soared past 600, passing it by like a tree on the side of the highway, and climbed yet further. Skin now fully flushed an angry looking pinkish-red, he began to very faintly glow, a light that would not pierce the fogged up glass or even do much in full darkness, but he glowed nonetheless.

"Security-bot, huh?" he growled from within, alone with this thoughts as he folded his arms brusquely, tapping his bare foot against the tiled floor as the surface of his skin reached 800 Fahrenheit, climbing higher still. "What th' hell am I supposed to do, dump it out?"

850F.

Fuhgeddaboutit.

900F.

I'll figure it out as I go.

950F.

She wants to see action.



I'll give it to her.

Signaling he was at maximum output, Shinjiro's kees bent in a low, primal crouch, red-tinted vision zeroing in on his mechanical adversary.

Kawashiro-sensei released the esper.

Kawashiro-sensei released the bot.

Karasawa Shinjiro released himself.

A glowing, red-orange blur launched towards the hapless grey robot at top speed, loosing a roar that, combined with everything else, would halfway convince someone who didn't know any better that he was attempting to be an offensive lineman. Which, of course, would be entirely wrong.

No offensive lineman punted the other players.

"OOOOOORAAAAA!"

Foot wedging in the small space between bot and floor, Karasawa's mighty kick continued upward as if the hunk of machinery in the way were little more than an gnat, sending it flipping high enough into the air for a full rotation before crashing back down, leaking smoke from the underside. Green light now redundantly flashing red, it would find itself under assault once more, as Shinjiro's second charge flung his bodyweight past it, leaving his trailing arms to clamp down on it's top and pull it with him, sending the can-shaped robot onto it's side.

R
K
O
!

If only i'd broken it in half--

There's an idea.

Rounding on the downed machine, he grabbed it in both arms, as if hugging a beloved family member, lifted it fully off the ground--

And began to squeeze.

Slightly blurry to the onlookers as the haze of heat surrounding him bent the light, he continued to apply pressure, even as his insane body heat weakened the material.

Further, further it began to deform.

Harder, harder he squeezed, intent on crushing his way straight through.

Groaning under the pressure and spewing white smoke from it's interior, the robot's chassis gave way with one final push, loosing a a very unpleasant tearing REEEEEEAKKK sound as the robot was sheared in half between his arms.

Smiling, the esper turned and presented the "head" of the bot to both crowd and scientist, before casually dropping it to the floor as the red-orange glow became pink, then faded away completely.

Not too shabby.

"Very well Karasawa I shall classify you as a rank 4 please go back in line so we can test the next person." She said it was a bit more waiting on to see who will volunteer next.


"I might as well get this over with." Sachiko spoke up as she listened to what she had to do similar to Kawa something or the other her test dealt with temperature, accuracy, and force though she had something extra due to her existing level she was forced to do so while it was artificially raining. "Very well lets just get this started!" Sachiko exclaimed as she let her hands ignite with fire the orange flames dancing along her palm as she charged forward towards a target that popped up punching full in the center. From her position she released multiple fire darts at other targets as she smiled when they burnt a hole through the other targets. With only one spot remaining she decided to up the heat as the fire turned a light blue continuing outloud with the song she was was singing within her head

"This flame inside my chest continues burning
There's nothing in this world that will ever take...
This light in me!"

With a single flick of her hand upward the temperature shot up becoming more and more opressive as she held a flame like lance in her raised hand she casually tossed piercing through the drones that was going to try and attack her.

"So anything else you would like test?" Sachiko smiled as she walked off the area as it stopped the artificial rain. "Very well Tachibana is a rank 5 next person please"

"Mine was cooler."

A playful, impudent statement like that one was what met the Level 5 in the designated area for those with finished tests. Reaffirmed as a Level 4, the grape-flavored young esper stood in their circle with folded arms and a half-cocky, half-cheeky smirk on his face. Sure, her capabilities were impressive enough, you shouldn't expect much less from a level 5, but that didn't stop him from playing around like he would with anyone else.

Karasawa Shinjiro simply was not that kind of man.

"So, how long have you been a Level 5, anyway?" he asked conversationally, as the white-haired scientist requested the next person ready to test to step forward, please.

Rebecca stood, watching GrapeJuice complete his System Scan. Burning blood... she thought, racking her memory for the ability. Ah, burning blood, sub power of pyrokinesis. she concluded, completely forgetting that GrapeJuice was finished and that Sunny had gone up. A Level 5 pyrokinetisist - powerful, by all means, but... Not as powerful as Melting Point. At least, she shouldn't be. Flame lances and flames darts are an interesting concept, but a concept is truly all it is. Darts of fire aren't going to penetrate, only burn; which is cause for concern, even if the fire burns at high degrees. Seeing that she had finished, Rebecca stepped up and whipped out her phone, once again dialling Sunless.
"Sunless, I need everything you have on the ability Burning Blood and the Level 5 esper Afterburn. she ordered, pretty quietly and away from others taht could hear her.
"And why do you need Burning Blood? Is there someone there using it?" she replied, now curious about the elusive ability GrapeJuice had shown.
"Yes, but don't tell me now. I have to do my System scan now. Send it to me by text." Rebecca said, switching off the phone and dropping it into the bag, only to step up into the circle.
"What do I need to do, sensei?" she asked, holding her compressed club of hydrogen in her right hand and creating a small spark of fire in her left.

Hydro Glaive; an ability known to only be possessed by 1 esper as of current. Of course there were others. The ability was hydrogen compression and manipulation, including condensing it into objects and shields. Heating it to create violent explosions and even creating the illusion of superhuman strength in oneself. A powerful ability, by Al, means, but with disabilities easy to bypass if you know them. Stepping forward some more and swinging the club around. Rebecca then crouched down and prepared for the test to begin.

Ali' listened to the girls explanation of how her magic functioned. So far, so cool. She seemed good with her hands, chances are she could shuffle cards in her sleep. Maybe she played poker in her spare time? Well, dumb thoughts aside, she seemed even more versatile than he was. Which honestly, kinda scared Ali'. Looks like the show is about to start he thought to himself as she drew her two cards. Alistair was beginning to feel excited, still scared, but excited as well.

So, first she summoned a...katana? Now that wasn't too exciting, if anything that seemed like quite the weak spell. Or, maybe it had some magical properties? Alistair didn't dwell on it for too long because she just about discarded it when she drew her second card. Turns out Ali's guess was slightly true? Or maybe her second card could use any weapon as a medium.

All he knew is that when she had finished talking, she let out such a magnificent attack it was almost as if an angel was attacking instead of her. He swore he could even see the outline of wings and a halo around her when she used it, or maybe it was just his brain acting up. Whatever it was, Ali' was thoroughly impressed. So this is what other magicians could do. A wide, shit-eating grin spread across Ali's face. His legs trembled in excitement and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

"Very good," Nakami said, though his face remained as impassive as before. "Though it seems to me you are almost drained of mana." He removed two strips of paper from the pouches at his belt with one hand and held them in front of him.

"Lie here in wait and snare those who would do me harm." He intoned, tossing the papers towards Rebekah. As they passed to either side of her, the spell took hold and paralyzed her. "I have placed a weak binding spell on you. If you can use your remaining mana to break through it before the end of the next scan, I will name you Sorceress, if not, I name you Witch."

With that, he turned to Anderson and stood contemplating him for a moment. Finally, in an almost imperceptable movement, three papers appeared in his hand and he immediately threw them at Anderson.

"Dodge." he said halfheartedly as the papers burst into flame.

Rebekah's brow furrowed in consternation when Nakami started speaking. Why would he think she was out of mana? Queen of Spades was demanding, sure, but she'd practiced. She could manage two Face cards and three Numbers before she needed to recuperate. She'd only used one of each. So why...? Her musings were interrupted the instant she saw the teacher draw slips of paper from his belt. The British teen had seen Alistair take the exam before he, and not only had Nakami not taken out paper then, he hadn't given her a ranking yet.

So as she slipped her old cards into her pocket, she deftly drew a third, careful to keep it concealed in her palm. An easy trick with how much sleight of hand she knew. Having the King of Diamonds at the ready almost seemed paranoid, but something about Nakami's actions screamed 'curveball'. When the first two words out of his mouth weren't a level, or anything close to one, her gut instinct was validated. She had the card flipped to face forward in her hand by the third word, and she was uttering its invocation under her breath by the seventh.

"By the grace of Michael, I persevere." Nakami's papers were flying to her sides before she had even finished saying the spell, and she knew for certain that he'd spoken a spell. Hard to miss. She didn't know what, or why, but she felt pretty justified in her paranoia now. If she'd been a second slower she would have failed. If she had chosen to stand any closer to the proctor when she cast her spells, she would have failed. Observation and chance had given her something of a perfect storm. Not that she had much time to think about it. The papers reached her only just after she finished speaking.

Her teacher finished speaking, either unaware or unconcerned that she had cast her own spell. He'd used a paralysis spell at a weak level. She tested her muscles to see if they remained unimpeded, and to her great delight, she could flex her fingers. And move her limbs. Maybe one of his stronger ones would have overpowered the King, or made their way to her faster, but she'd managed to preempt this one.

She felt pretty good about that, actually.

"So," She raised a hand, as if to ask a question. "Bonus points for preemptive action?"

Brooklyn Dodger

HUT ONE HUT TWO HUT ONE HUT TWO

Cleaning robot!

"I'm sorry little fel-LAAAAAAAAAA~!" belted a certain tardy Californian girl as she planted a hand on top of the automated janitorial innovation and leapt, gliding with her legs splayed out over top of the bot and sticking the landing with aplomb. She had better things to do than celebrate, though. Her mom had given her the right address, hadn't she? How come nothing she saw looked like Hybrid Academy? Shouldn't they have put some kind of sign above the campus? L-Like a lightning bolt crossing streams with a magic wand or something?

Right!?

Euuugh, why did everything have to happen in a city full of schools? It was like walking back from the bathroom into the wrong class, but on a scale of city blocks! She was going to miss her Scan! She was sure she could make Witch, maybe even Sorceress if she crossed her fingers and pulled some supa hot fire, but...but what if she missed the Scan altogether? She wouldn't be making Witch or Sorceress, she'd be making fast food! F O R E V E R !

No. Nonono I WILL NOT.

The American import decided to hoof it to the address her mom had given her anyway, only a block away, and hope for the best. Giving her legs a shake apiece and cracking her neck, she started to sprint all the harder towards (what she purported to be) Hybrid Academy so fast that she would have lit the soles of her shoes aflame if she'd had her iPod on quite yet. Note to self

EAT SMALLER BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTS

The girl only stopped running to skid to a halt outside the school proper. Where did she go for Magic Scans!? What if she went to the wrong field? She might have to pretend to be an Esper! Forever!

No. No, calm down, Brook. This is a minor setback. This--

Out of her peripheral vision (not that it would have been easy to miss regardless) was an enormous flash of light, so blinding that it overwhelmed Brook's senses for just a heartbeat and unwired her sense of panic. Slowly, a grin unfurled along her face, as the adrenaline that came with missing the first day of school started to simmer down. She knew exactly what the flash signified.

In the words of the world's most valuable plumber, "thas'sa me!"

She chased off down the hallways, out into the open field, in time to see a girl whip out a Bicycle card and say something or other about Michael. Who? She'd need to learn everyone's names...

Well, at least this looked like magic.

I made it.

Phew.

No toiling over a fryer for thirty years for you, Brook.

"So before we begin I am reading that your ability is labeled as hydro glaive? So I need to classify I am assuming despite the name that it is not related to water in any shape or form." Sakuya stated as she continued to make checks on a clipboard as she brushed her hair back a bit. "I understand that your ability might be from some of those best forgotten times but I need this information to proceed accordingly" She continued as she laid the clipboard on the table and crossed her arms under her chest.

Hmm? They knew of her ability. That was definitely new, seeming as Kirigaoka didn't.
"Yes, it is. My ability is hydrogen manipulation." Rebecca replied, still clicking her fingers and producing little sparks of flame. A System Scan where they could accurately test her ability without thinking it was Aero Shooter. Maybe she would actually be classed as a Level 4 this time, since people measuring Aero Shooter don't seem to understand that someone who controls hydrogen CANT SHOOT AIR.
"And yes... My ability is something I refuse to dwell on. At least, not for a while." she said solemnly, only to stop that by clicking her fingers once more and producing an almighty flame. This System Scan would be different, and she would really be who she truly was inside a school full of punching bags.

Things were looking up.

Dante Giordano

There was something to be said about Dante Giordano. A man who, despite all his experience traveling, always managed to get lost wherever he went. It truly must have been some sort of skill, a boon granted by the heavens, that enabled Dante to constantly end up in thoroughly disorientated. He lived in an era of smartphones after all, one would think he could find his way through the miracle of GPS. Yet somehow, without fail, Dante found a way to mess even that up. Was he really expected to remember Hybrid Academy, Academy City not Hybrid, Academy City?

Regardless the fact of the matter was simple.

He was lost.

Completely and utterly...

Lost.

Fantastic.

Fanfreakingtastic.

It was bad enough to simply be lost, but it was even worse when said disorientation leads one to tardiness on their first day of school. After all, Dante had been greatly looking forward to the opportunity to learn more about the nature of magic. Academy City had always been a city of dreams to the young lad, and now that he was finally here the first thing he went and did was get himself completely lost.

Quite the genius eh?

Regardless, Academy City wasn't all that conducive for finding your way, and since his phone battery had long since died, Dante was stuck relying on the old fashioned approach. Namely asking every, single, person he saw.

Every.

Single.

Person.

Unfortunately, new schools weren't exactly on the radar of the average denizen, and thus Dante's progress had been rather slow. Finally though, he made some progress thanks to a certain bratty kid. Unfortunately, said kid wouldn't give Dante the information, until Dante found his wallet depleted gambling his money away for the prize in one of those funky ball machine things.

First day in Academy City and he was already off to a great start.

Maybe he should've just stayed home.

No. it's not that bad, I'll make it there soon enough.

I'm not that late.

Well, 20 minutes but still.

Not that late.

Kicking off into a sprint, Dante was pleased to realize he wasn't too far away, and his arrival took only a few moments. The beam of light called down from the heavens, his eyes quickly revealing to be Magic, immediately cued him into where his destination was. Plus, it seemed he wasn't the only one running late. Slipping casually in line behind the brown haired girl, Dante found himself desperately wishing that his tardiness would go unnoticed or at the very least unpunished.

Maybe small talk would make it appear I've always been here?

Wonderful weather we're having?

Shut up Dante, just stay quiet.

Ali' moved slightly farther away from the magic testing field, trying to avoid any future whiplash from spells. He figured if they were all going to be this big, standing close might end with him getting hurt over something stupid. Besides, with his phone at such low power he couldn't protect himself from any debris anyway. As Ali' moved back, he saw that two more magicians had entered the 'arena', so to speak. This relieved some of Alistair's earlier anxiety about the low number of magicians in the school. Two more wasn't much, but it did increase the number of magician students he knew by about sixty-percent. That was what two thirds was estimated to be around, right? Ali' almost wanted to slap himself in the face for getting stuck up on such a small number, he truly was rusty when it came to any kind of academics.

After he was done calling himself an idiot, Ali' shuffled towards the new blood. They were close enough together to make life a little easier for Ali. He walked towards the divide between the two new kids and stuck out his hand in both of their general direction. If either of them have any manners, this should be ok. The universal sign of asking for a handshake, at least where he was from. He then hoped to god this didn't mean something else here and instantly felt he was going to be left hanging. So, to try to make it less awkward for himself, he spoke out to them.

"I was wondering where the others might be, you guys make it here ok?"

The front door swung open. People on the street turned their heads at the girl that suddenly had launched herself off from the doorpost and immediately began rushing down street. A cut of white bread covered in strawberry jam was hanging from her mouth with her teeth barely holding onto the piece of breakfast. It was violently swinging in front of her face while she hurriedly ran down the street. Her black skirt lightly tud up and down with each and every step she took as it trailed after her in a hypnotic way. Her brown hairs trailed through the wind leaving behind the sweet aroma of hair shampoo. Her big brown eyes blinked in wonder of the people looking at her. Black thigh socks were covering her beautiful slender legs. They displayed some muscle she had build up over the years but, it did not take away her girliness. Her fair front bumper bounched around in the progress of running, leaving some boy's staring at her in the dust of her shoes as she hoped along. As final her bag was slung over her shoulder to make it easier for thr girl to run. It truly was the sight of a late comer indeed. Yet the warm hearted girl displayed a smile on her face for first day of school. The years or refreshment and new chances.

Her mother could just barely shout out behind her before she left the street entirely "Don't overdo it! But show them everything you got! Fight honey! fight!" Her mother waved her off and gave an air kiss to the young girl. She could just about give an embarrassed look to her mother as she left the street. Saya slowly ate the bread along the way while maintaining a fast jog. Her stamina was over the top by all the training she did but she couldn't give more speed than she already did. It was definit that she would be late for school now. If she didn't tale the train on the right time she would have to wait for 20 minutes max. Saya occasionally stopped for a trafic light but continued jogging even while standing still. She arrived at the station just in time.

Saya hurried onto the train platform and rushed over towards the train before it suddenly departured "No, wait!" She ran along sides the train while it quickly increased in speed "Let me iiinnn." She lightly began to cry in front of the people that were already in the train. It kept increasing in speed and eventually entirely passed Saya and left the platform. Saya fell stretched onto the platform and remained lying there for quite a while. Eventually she got up again and waited for the next train to arrive along with some other people that were headed the same way. Mainly students though since the train went to the outskirts of Academy city.

Saya jumped off the metro that went deeper into the city with a puff of her clothes as she landed. Saya gazed around her with a bright smile and got out a paper note of her bag. She almost lost it by the wind but could catch it after having trailed it for about two minuted before it completely flew off. She followed the displayed route towards the school and happily arrived at the school gates. She was not the only one who appeared to be a tad late. She saw at least two or more people that quickly rushed inside. Saya put her hands in her waists and proudly looked over the big school she was gonna attend for the comming years. There was no better moment to be proud of yourself than now. While being late non the least. She hurriedly made her way over with her hand placed onto the strap of her bag that was still hanging from her shoulder. She rushed into the building and a moment of utter wonder went over Saya. It looked even better than expected. Her mouth was wide open with a big smile on it. She twirled around looking over the ceiling and the walls while displaying the clear look of amazement. So many people so big, was this really true? Did she not end up in a fairy tail this time?

She hoped along the school hall towards the area with yellow lining. Before she could arrive some really could abilities and magic were displayed that she could see from the distance. The lightning rays and the thunder all looked very cool. Once she arrived at the esper part of the meeting hall she was beated with even more amazement. She could still get a glimps of the hot blooded ability and gave an awe at the guy displaying his ability. Once he had beated the drone she amusingly clapped for him as he left stage ground. Her smile turned into a grin once she saw the redheaded girl enter stage area. She had a remarkable hair color and top of all she was tiny and cute. Despites her size she really had some fire power in that adorable body of hers. Saya gave another applause at the small girl and remained watching. The woman testing the students had stopped with examing the students for a moment and interrogated a girl for her ability. Saya took this oppertunity to get some contact with other people to lessen the waiting time.

Her eyes fell onto a remarkable cute girl that somehow seemed out of place here despites the school uniform. The girl was wearing a hat and was known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan"! Saya walked over and lightly squated when she arrived at the blonde to get some equal eye contact height. She had shown a kind smile towards the hat wearing girl and refrained from hugging her... For now. She tilted her head lightly and amusingly greeted the blonde "Hai, hai! You must be lost cause I don't see any other cute girls like you around!" Saya didn't take away eye contact and digged through her bag in the meantime "I'm sure you would like some candy while we wait here, right?" She took out the sack of candy and poked it out to the girl in front of her. The sack was filled with all diffrent kinds of candy that were randomly put together by the candy lady from her street.

@Crimmy

Hat-chan ~ ハットちゃん

Those magnificent displays of Esper power ... to the headgear-adorned teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan", they were utterly awe-inspiring and breathtaking, a clear example of the triumph of Academy City's science over nature. All the heat released by both Karasawa Shinjiro and Tachibana Sachiko ... her eyes had borne witness to the abilities of Espers before, but these ... these were clearly those of the top bracket, the Level 4s and Level 5s of their sovereign city-state. Their power, power that she would never possess, was truly incredible.

"All that heat ..." she murmured, leaning over the rail to obtain a better look, "everything would be overcooked ..."

She was about to leave the stands to go find and congratulate her companion in the form of Karasawa Shinjiro when she immediately found herself accosted by another, taller girl garbed in the uniform of Hybrid Academy. As such, the teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan" could only blink in what could be construed as slight surprise as she was enthusiastically greeted by the fellow student.

"Oro?"

To be called cute so quickly, it was a bit forward, wasn't it? And ... candy?

Abort! abort! She is not falling for it! Saya thought to herself and carefully stood up right again from her squatting position with a small awkward laugh sounding from her vocals. Saya scratched her chin for a moment and gazed around the room, giving herself some time to think on what to do next with the blonde and how to fix her big mistake. The girl seemed kind of confused to what Saya was even trying to do with her and didn't seem to even trust her one bit as of now and just maybe the trust level had already dramasticly fallen. The girl didn't give Saya a proper reply back because of this making it even more awkward and difficult to fix it. A huge dilemma, she would be better of just walking away now but Saya did not drop the hope just yet! Thinking about it maybe a normal greeting would have been a better way to initiate this conversation, Saya thought as she looked back over at the girl below her. Well here goes nothing "H-hi I'm Hirasawa Saya. I let myself go for a bit there. S-so... hehe... I'm seriously not a bad person, s-so please don't freak out!" Saya gave an awkward smiled to the girl and poked out the plastic bag of candy in front of her "C-candy?..." Well she definitely made it worse.

She turned her front body away from the girl and gave a deep and heavy sigh before she turned back again "T-this is pretty exciting isn't it... I mean watching at the others showing their abilities by the exam. I wonder who they will test next." She talked while her eyes were averted towards the area where they were testing the students so she could talk without seeing how the girl react just to ease her own mind "Would you maybe mind me hearing about your ability? It's alright if you don't want to though..." She averted her eyes back a the girl again and lightly tapped her index fingers against each other and suddenly turned away again. She buried her face into her hands and silently cursed herself a little "Why! Why are my words going all over the place like this!" She turned back at the girl once more with her face revealed again and her face a little red from embarrassment with her smile more awkward than it already has been "S-sorry today isn't my day..."

Haruka Sakamoto

Did I fall into an anime at some point over the last few days?

It was an entirely fair thing to wonder as Haruka passed the third girl with a slice of toast in her mouth in his dash to get to Hybrid Academy before it got too late. It seemed that oversleep was more of a problem than the teenager figured, either that or there were a few too many people who played the part in hopes of getting a spot in their very own real life romcom.

As for Haruka...well it turns out that his alarm had been set for PM rather than AM. It was a miracle he had woken up at anything like the correct time to be honest. Now he was relying on all those long hours on the obstacle course to get him to school before it got too late.

Right now that meant sitting on top of a truck heading roughly towards his destination.

As it turned out the truck traveled to within a couple blocks of the school before turning off in another direction. Haruka dropped down as it started to turn, ignoring the odd looks nearby pedestrians were shooting him and took off sprinting the rest of the way to the school.

Apparently he was not the only person to be late today. Several other students were making their way through the gate ahead of him. It probably would not help him with the teachers but the fact made the Japanese-American feel better all the same. Making his way through the gates Haruka immediately started making his way towards the section of the school that was currently swimming in mana.

I guess that is where the magicians are being tested.

Hat-chan ~ ハットちゃん

Hirasawa Saya. So that was the name of the girl that had so suddenly approached the teenager known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan". A name to go with the face of a girl she had originally thought to be quite forward! Now however, it was clear to her that this Hirasawa Saya was only shy and awkward, and she could not help but smile lightly at the girl, her golden eyes twinkling in amusement. It was nice to meet another new acquaintance.

"You don't seem bad, Hirasawa Saya," said the girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan" simply as she adjusted the position of her aviator cap. "You are not at all freaky, not at all."

Hirasawa Saya. Another name for her to remember. This time however, she vowed that she would not mistake it like she had with the young man known as Karasawa Shinjiro. Three times, it seemed, had not been enough to properly recall the moniker adopted by the boiling Esper, so here, now, she, the girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan", would redeem her mistake and seek to repeat the other student's name at least five more times!

"Hirasawa Saya, it is a pleasure to meet you," continued the dyed-blonde. "And I'll gladly accept your lollies."

The original offer was forward, but it'd be impolite to refuse Hirasawa Saya.

"My name, Hirasawa Saya, is," she began, taking a single proffered sweet and popping it into her mouth.

Her next words were muffled by her chewing.

"-and I don't have powers."