[center][color=8493ca][h2]Brunhilde[/h2][/color][/center]

[center][color=fff79a]"Shall I lead?"[/color][/center]

Brunhile nodded, but wasn't going to let her friend get ahead of her. She wanted to be up in front, too, despite that she couldn't remember the directions Avarius had given them. It [i]was[/i] written in the journal, but she didn't like having to look at it for every single little thing - especially not while she was having fun.

[center][color=fff79a]"Ey ey Hill lets get some food shall we! Shall we!"[/color][/center]

[center][color=8493ca]"Absolutely! Lunch time, here we come~!"[/color][/center]

Brunhilde found herself skipping like a moron on the way to the cafeteria, not caring a single bit about how ridiculous she looked. What was the cafeteria like? What sort of food was there? Would she meet anyone new? All these questions and more floated into and out of her head, and came to a screeching halt when she noticed a second tiny figure dashing across the courtyard from the main gate. The other tiny girl didn't appear to know which way she was going. She called out to the other shorty, amplifying her voice a little bit by dumping a bit of her willpower into the air.

[b][center][color=8493ca]"Heey~! If you're new here, lunch has already started!"[/color][/center][/b]

She didn't know if the other not-quite-midget heard her or not, but it was of no consequence, and she merrily made her way to her intended destination with Emi. On arrival, the massive cafeteria absolutely floored her with how grandiose it was. It was like someone had put more money into this one building than had gone into her entire hometown, and her eyes widened a little bit with astonishment. She'd probably have the same reaction every time she went into the building, though, so she disregarded the thought and looked around. The smells of the cafeteria hit her before the view did, and she picked out at least twenty different styles of cooking - including, unfortunately, that of her own culture. She very nearly lost what appetite she had at the faintest hint of a smell. They had [i]that crap[/i] here. She had to warn Emi.

[center][color=8493ca]"...They have lutefisk. Do [i]not[/i] eat the lutefisk. I don't want to have to drag you to the infirmary."[/color][/center]

A quick scan of the room revealed a lot of students, but there were a few who really stood out. Some sopping wet red-haired moron was shouting at someone else, a girl with a bandage on her arm was talking to some edgelord in a trench coat, and a very short boy in vaguely tribal clothing seemed to be engrossed in conversation with a rather stunning blonde girl. Out of everyone there, she felt the third pair would be the safest to talk to, since they didn't appear to be on the verge of murdering someone. But first things first - she needed food. She decided to get the same thing Emi was getting.

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