A couple pieces of toast in her mouth and Maisy was off, darting into the elevator as quickly as she could. Better to be super-duper early than be super-duper on-time. Multi-tasking, she munched on three pieces at a time while looking at her D-Ciever. [color=BC8F8F][b]"H'okay, sho firsht ish Fewshuan Cwass..."[/b][/color] she mumbled, eating the pieces of toast like they were sheets of unwanted copies of Fake Trap, and she was a paper shredder. A very hungry paper shredder. Once she was done, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, jogging to the very empty classroom and...saw the teacher asleep. Crossing her arms, she figured this was a definite way of telling her that maybe today super-duper-early was super-duper-not-gonna-happen. As such, she figured it'd be best to go wash her hands and powder her nose while she had time. And maybe do some thorough reading on her D-Ciever at the same time.

Reading up on her schedule, she at least had an idea of what to expect, and promptly put it back in her hand bag before leaving the bathroom, after washing her hands like a civilized person. She sat through the fusion class without a word, silently nodding. She'd picked up most of the basics from watching and studying pros, but fundamentals should always be re-enforced. She had to resist the urge to peek at other students from behind her books after English class, but finally, she got to the class she was most excited about: Action dueling. Skipping all the way to the class, she blushed happily. This was gonna be great. And then Guile was her teacher. And he was kinda scary. Shakily, she stood at attention, back straight, arms at her side, sweating a bit. She wasn't sure if she was about to get recruited, chewed up and spit out, or run through basic. Or all three.