Orientation was exactly what Desmond had hoped for. A bunch of interesting people crowded around, and all he had to do was chill in his desk to get the full effect of the crowd that had formed in the room with him. Although he hadn't met his teacher, this new death had proven really interesting, having a panic attack about symmetry when someone mentioned that was, in fact, not symmetrical. So if I become a death weapon, that is who would wield me huh, sounds like fun. He laughed a bit to himself before taking another glance around at the others in the room. But before that, I am suppose to find a meister to get me there. One to... For a split second his mind trailed off to his family, and the fact he could get paired with that kind of meister. Desmond shook his head a bit and went back to his regular self. What happens happens, but, how do I found a meister. He thought to himself,
Desmond considered walking around and finding one, but something about the seemed of, too needy. Suddenly, he had an idea. He looked towards a nearby student, with a notebook and written utencil. "Pardon me friend." Desmond said tearing out a sheet of paper and grabbing a pen. "Promise I will make it up to you when I buy some of this stuff for myself." He added before writing "weapon in need of a meister" large enough that most of the class would be able to read, sticking it on the front of his desk and leaning back in his chair. I'm a genius. He thought smugly to himself, no longer giving much thought to any other part o the orinentation, just accepting that eventually, a meister would see his note and talk to him.