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[center][h3][i]Day 2, 12:35 PM, Lunchtime[/i][/h3][/center]
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[color=yellow]"Blood element? You can manipulate blood?"[/color]
[color=8493ca]"Blood?"[/color]

Brunhilde blurted out her own questioning comment at the exact same time as Saqui had, and raised an eyebrow at the other girl. It was good to see they were on the same wavelength, even though Saqui was clearly running at a much higher amplitude. She gave a short nod to Feather and continued writing in the notebook, listening as the larger girl continued chattering away.

Both of her lunchtime companions seemed to be rather stable, if slightly odd. Brunhilde found herself scribbling down thoughts regarding both of them as Saqui very nearly carried on the conversation solo. Augustus was level-headed, but was unused to company, it seemed - and seemed to have some sort of complex about doing medical work. His girth was the most astonishing thing about him, though - perhaps some sort of hormonal disorder. Saqui was... Well, your typical excitable teenager, save for the fact that she was in an elemental academy packed to the brim with oddballs and edgy shitheads that think they're somehow better than everyone else. Her relative normality made her stand out in the crowd. Periodically she added something to the short descriptive text at the top of each portrait rather than merely writing down the conversation.

[i][color=aba000]Saki(?)_______ Shikoba, or Feather. First year. Air user. Airhead. Excitable. Friendly. Curious. South Dakota.[/color]
[color=darkred]Augustus Colonel. First year. Blood user. Anxious? Wall of muscle. Friendly. Nurse. Medicine. Local.[/color][/i]

Brunhilde's head lifted from the notebook at Saqui's question. [color=yellow]"How long have you both been practising?"[/color] - it was a very simple one that Brunhilde didn't need her diary for at all, which was good, because it wasn't there in the first place.

[color=8493ca]"I'm from Tukturjuk, around fifty miles off the coast of Baffin Island. I've been practicing my air manipulation since I was six years old or so."[/color]

Augustus's statement that he was the junior nurse came as a mild surprise to Brunhilde, who hadn't even considered that there would be doctors of any sort on the school grounds. It made sense, of course, given the sheer volume of mortal wounds that students must get here on a day to day basis. Almost the instant the thought crossed her mind, a fourth student intruded by tapping her on the left shoulder. He appeared to be holding a notepad of his own, as well as wearing some sort of goofy uniform. [i]Hall Monitor[/i] was printed in colorful 90s Word Art on a sticker he wore on his sleeve. The sticker didn't look remotely official, and seemed to be about to fall off.

"You're Brunhilde, right? Arthur sent me to check up on you, make sure you're doing alright after the incident yesterday."
[color=8493ca]"...Who, and what?"[/color]
"Hm. Thank you for your time."

The supposed hall monitor sighed and scribbled a few things down in his notepad before scurrying off dejectedly to leave the others to their business. It had been a [i]very[/i] short conversation, and he seemed to have expected Brunhilde's response. Brunhilde took a quick look at the notepad to get back on track with the students at the lunch table.

[color=8493ca]"Junior nurse? That's pretty awesome. Not a lot of guys are willing to do that sort of thing."[/color]

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