Death City, Nevada. A place I should hope you all are at least moderately familiar with: I'll neglect going over descriptions of thing for now. First day of the new school year, new batch of students coming in, etc. Go!
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The young lady stood at the bottom of the immense staircase, gazing up at it, before turning her eyes to her hand. She frowns softly and closes her eyes, muttering a soft chant under her breath before opening her eyes again. Yep. She'd changed her forearm into a sword blade... she was either still dreaming or that was the harsh truth. It was awfully stubborn for a dream...
The chant wasn't anything special, by the way, just something that helps her focus properly.
So she began her climb. There were some other new students she passed on the way up that she offered encouragement to. She supposed not everyone coming here was going to be as a fit as she was... There were some cute girls here, too. She supposed it wouldn't be all bad, after all. Past the stairs, she passes EAT and NOT students that had been here for at least a year already, spending their day as they normally would. She wondered if she'd ever have a chance to meet them... She certainly hoped she could, but time would have to tell. She gets herself a [Weapon] tag from a faculty member passing them out.
Those with Soul Perception can see that Regan possesses remains of a Strong Soul. It's like the larger Strong Soul is peeling away, so very slowly. Bits of it float away occasionally.
Following several posters put up about the school, the brunette eventually finds the classroom that all the new students are to meet in for their introduction to the school. She signs herself in and goes to mingle with the other students while they wait for the teacher.
The young lady stood at the bottom of the immense staircase, gazing up at it, before turning her eyes to her hand. She frowns softly and closes her eyes, muttering a soft chant under her breath before opening her eyes again. Yep. She'd changed her forearm into a sword blade... she was either still dreaming or that was the harsh truth. It was awfully stubborn for a dream...
The chant wasn't anything special, by the way, just something that helps her focus properly.
So she began her climb. There were some other new students she passed on the way up that she offered encouragement to. She supposed not everyone coming here was going to be as a fit as she was... There were some cute girls here, too. She supposed it wouldn't be all bad, after all. Past the stairs, she passes EAT and NOT students that had been here for at least a year already, spending their day as they normally would. She wondered if she'd ever have a chance to meet them... She certainly hoped she could, but time would have to tell. She gets herself a [Weapon] tag from a faculty member passing them out.
Those with Soul Perception can see that Regan possesses remains of a Strong Soul. It's like the larger Strong Soul is peeling away, so very slowly. Bits of it float away occasionally.
Following several posters put up about the school, the brunette eventually finds the classroom that all the new students are to meet in for their introduction to the school. She signs herself in and goes to mingle with the other students while they wait for the teacher.