[b][u] Aurora Claudwell [/u][/b]

Rory caught the wave from her favorite instructor. She felt warmth within her as she shot Daisy a big smile, genuinely pleased to see her mentor among the faces of the teaches that took the stage. It was such a welcome experience to see so many familiar faces after such a long and lonely vacation. She laughed, doing her best to keep it quiet, as Alicia slipped her arms around her for that friendly embrace. She was caught up in her own excitement and was just about to answer her when the voice speaking changed. 

Her eyes lifted to see the rather eccentric art instructor talking, as if she were a war general in an old film. Rory's own chest filled with a sense of unease as the woman spoke, her appetite for battle seeming to spread to the other students in the assembly. She frowned, one of the few hidden numbers here that didn't seem to be so amped up about waging war on their enemies. Rory was a natural fighter, built for combat and for destroying things with grace. For surviving. But she would never be able to view death as a friend. Despite her lithe, agile build, and her nature to fiercely protect what she loved, she never did so in the interest of killing. It made her wonder how useful she'd be if there ever came a time when violence was the only means of defending what she cared for. Did she even [i]want[/i] to be an X-man?

She was grateful when the assembly finally ended. If left too long sitting still, she tended to wander a little too deeply into her thoughts. "Come on, lets go," she said to Alicia at her side. As she stood from the chair she took hold of her friends gloved hand, effectively pulling her up from the folding assembly chair and towards the doors at the back of the large room. She did so gently of course. It wouldn't do if she lost track of her own strength and broke her friends arm. She maneuvered through the aisles between the chairs, "That was an interesting speech..." she commented. She was about to continue her thought as they reached the back of the auditorium, until her eyes landed on another familiar face. One she had no anticipated seeing here.

Rory stopped dead in her tracks, just a few feet away from the girl with green streaks in her hair. "Naka?!" she exclaimed. Her hazel eyes fluttered at the sight, attempting to place it, to make sense of it. "Are you a..." she began to ask. She paused when she noticed how worn she looked, and the awkward, tense posture she took. "Oh god, you're hurt!"