[color=126180][i]"There is... but one hope...~"[/i][/color]

[color=126180][i]"To band all together...~"[/i][/color]

[color=126180]"To free all... from..."[/color]

The dark-haired cyborg sighs. [color=126180]"Lyric writing is incredibly difficult. I wish I was good at it so I could become a vocalist."[/color]

She pauses.

[color=126180]"Though if I wish to do that, modifications on my tone would be required... Perhaps learning more about personalities would also help."[/color] 

Shirako sighs as she attempts to lower or raise her voice's pitch with a series of 'A's, however nothing could change the indifferent monotone. Defeated, she opens her eyes and stares out at the open school ground before her from the roof. She had been relaxing for quite some time now, and was pretty much OK to go back inside. [color=126180]"Perhaps limiting my social interactions would better my recovery time for the moment."[/color] She ponders aloud as she stands, quickly wrapping the chain around yet another pole that stood tall on the roof. [color=126180]"However, father [i]did[/i] say that practicing emotion was the 'next step' to advancing myself. Finding who I am is top priority."[/color] 

And then... she jumps...

Thankfully, Shirako wasn't hurt at all in her descent due to her use of her weapons, though it might be a worrying sight for anyone who witnessed it. Though, the fact she was simply dusting herself off was reassuring. [color=126180]"Perhaps I should locate the cafeteria. I believe it was this way..."[/color]

And so, Shirako began her journey to the cafeteria... starting by going in the wrong direction...