Etranger

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@HokumPocus Heyo, remember me?

Anyway, Imma join in on this too.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Sylvanna Teledar
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Dormitory
Interacting with: @OrkytheOrc Orky @TaliPaendrag Anyuki @ShwiggityShwah Marius

Sylvanna continued prancing about obliviously until the orc becoming acquainted with a bookcase disrupted her. She only had to stare at him and his embarrassed face for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion this was just as, if not more so, hilarious than Phoenix Dumb. She started laughing like a jackal once again, as though the sight of someone bumping into something was the greatest entertainment she'd had in years. Arguably it was, if only because Sylvie bored so easily and a few days without a good bit of chaos at the Guild was like going an eternity without laughter for others.

She would have spent the whole time laughing at him, save for the fact that Phoenix Dumb suddenly started gesturing at her. She gathered that he wanted to invite the lot of them to dine. Sylvie perked up in further excitement. How could she refuse? She would have the perfect opportunity to watch Phoenix Dumb AND Orky entertain her in unison! Without a word of warning, she grabbed Orky by the arm, trying to pull him towards the others. "Come on, Orky Porky! Phoenix Dumb wants to eat together!" She told him cheerfully. She was not actually aware that his name was "Orky", only having conjured it up for the sake of her silly nickname. She was also not nearly strong enough to drag an orc around, so the decision to move closer to Phoenix Dumb and the petite Enuri was entirely in his hands.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

House colours works for me.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Sylvanna Teledar
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Dormitory
Interacting with: @ShwiggityShwah Marius @Avant Brandon @TaliPaendrag Anyuki

Sylvie was positively jubilant upon hearing Brandon would indulge her. It had been so long since she'd been able to get someone to go along with her. She was almost bouncing up and down on the spot as she anticipated the confrontation that was to come. Brandon did not disappoint; the moment Sylvie heard the phrase "Phoenix Dumb", she broke out in hysterics once again. It would probably seem beyond juvenile to anyone else, but to Sylvie it was the funniest thing she had heard in a while. The only let down was that Marius wasn't nearly as rankled by it as she had hoped. Again, it was not so much that she desired to see him suffer, but if he wouldn't get worked up, how could he give as good as he got? It was more fun when people traded verbal jousts back and forth. Instead, he offered some calm insight Sylvie couldn't fully understand.

However, whatever the nature of their exchange was or would become, Sylvie had seized upon something stupid and juvenile to be entertained by, and that was all she needed. She started dancing around where she stood, enraptured by the silly insult she had been inspired by. "Phoenix Dumb! Phoenix Dumb! Phoenix Dumb!" She began chanting loudly and continuously. Anyone that knew her would know she had a tendency to latch on to strange things like this, but anyone that didn't know her would likely think she had gone mad...or that she was several years younger than she appeared.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Sylvanna Teledar
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Dormitory
Interacting with: @Avant Brandon

Things only got funnier as events evolved for Sylvie. Apparently the bandage boy thought she was a mummy. Then he started talking about armies and retainers. Did he seriously think everyone here had come to serve him? This guy was a riot! Then he suddenly collapsed to his knees. He seriously thought he was under assault from a demon, only for Mama Tiana to turn out to be the instigator. Sylvie lamented the fact that bandage boy didn't have the opportunity to attack Tiana before being restrained. Not that she reveled in people getting hurt, but she expected that he would have been restrained very easily by the better mage, and THAT would have been a sight to see!

The downer to all this was Tiana was going full fuddy-duddy and giving both bandage boy and the rest of them a thunderous lecture. Her laughter died down as the mirth left the situation. Only a short giggle or two left her lips as bandage boy mentioned thinking she was a mummy, and that he believed assassins were trying to ambush him. He even thought he was some kindof prophesied hero with a great destiny to meet. What a hoot! Sylvie was almost inclined to believe that he was actually a harlequin with a really convincing routine.

Eventually, Mama Tiana calmed everyone down in order to get on with the day. Not even Brandon's hilarious suggestions were able to stir things up again. Sylvie was quite disappointed. She unenthusiastically announced her presence when her moment came on the roll call. Once Tiana was done, however, Sylvie seized the opportunity to try and get things going again. As usual, it was better to get someone else to entertain her than to have to make her own entertainment, and to that end she hovered over Brandon's stocky form. "Brandon, Brandon, Brandon! Call bandage boy more silly names!" She usually hated it when people yelled at her, but Brandon was always full of funny words that made her day. Even better if he said them to someone else.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Sylvanna Teledar
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Hallway, then Dormitory
Laughing at: @ShwiggityShwah Marius

Sylvanna was busy pouting in the corridor before everything began. She had once again attempted to coerce a fellow student into providing the essential service of carrying her things between classes. When he refused, she rightfully took exception to his defiance in full view of everyone. Only, a senior member of the Guild intervened on his side, claiming it was unfair of her to demand services from the others. The nerve! Her parents had not sent any of the household servants with her, so what was she supposed to do? Carry all her things herself? It was outrageous. All her life she had been attended to by the various attendants of the house, so it was only natural she receive the same level of care here. Why couldn't anyone understand that?

Even worse, she hadn't been able to have much fun at all since she had arrived. Apparently, people were here to "take their studies seriously" and "not horse around". Nobody wanted to try illusion magic on their instructors, or try altering people's food mid bite. What was the point of all this magic if nobody was going to use it for fun? They were all a bunch of fuddy-duddies and sticks in the mud. She had hoped there would be less of them so far from home, but no, the fuddy-duddies followed her everywhere, always ruining the fun. Now they were even talking about punishment for her "poor behaviour". It was like they had little respect for her position of privilege.

Sylvanna was broken out of her funk by the sound of an explosion from the dormitory. Rushing to take a peek, Sylvanna saw that someone had broken down the door and was making a huge stink inside. People were screaming and shouting, and the instigator seemed to be interrogating the other students. Sylvanna had no idea what was going on or why they were acting the way they were, but the sheer spectacle of it was just too funny. It was always hilarious to see things get shaken up so badly. It was the first time she had even seen such chaos since arriving at this fuddy-duddy Guild. Shortly after entering the dormitory herself, Sylvanna burst out laughing, clutching her stomach and pointing at Marius in unison. "Oh Gods..." She sputtered out between burst of laughter. "You just...I don't even....BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She had now collapsed to the floor laughing, practically convulsing with the effort. This was the laugh she not only deserved but also needed.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Sylvanna

Sylvanna Teledar

”Won’t you entertain me?”

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Nicknames: Her friends call her Sylvie, many others call her “nutcase”
Race: Sun Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Sylvanna is 185cm tall (6’1”) and is of a slender and delicate build. Sylvanna is often compelled to maintain a high level of cleanliness and presentation when among polite company, however she is not entirely concerned with doing so unless she feels she must, and will otherwise let her standards slip until someone forces her to shape up. Likewise, her clothing is often tailored towards meeting social standards until she feels she does not need to, and then she’ll start wearing whatever she feels like at the time.

Personality: If someone was to make an exceptionally fallacious argument about what makes someone a “real” Sun Elf, then they would likely say Sylvanna is no true Sun Elf. She was born a noble lady, and she has some traits beaten into her that befit the image of a haughty, arrogant Sun Elf, but otherwise ill resembles any typical notions of Sun Elf culture. She is impatient and full of flights of fancy, tending to live by the day and indulge in momentary thrills rather than take a thoughtful, contemplative approach to life. She’s so notoriously flighty, many who know her consider her to be certifiably insane.

The problem lies in how brazen and outspoken her quest for diversion is. Among the polite and rigid upper class society of the day, the idea of someone making outlandish requests for people to do and say ridiculous things for someone’s entertainment is beyond offensive. An example would be the fact that Sylvanna has encouraged her suitors to fight among themselves for her affections. Even worse, she just tends to laugh and laugh at the unfortunate souls that get entangled in her whimsy. Those that refuse to indulge her will inspire a petulant tantrum befitting a child many years younger than Sylvanna. She will hop up and down and belt out her request over and over again until she either gets what she wants or loses interest.

Perhaps her sole redeeming factor is her tendency to favour those that indulge her. While it does mean that said person is likely to receive more outlandish requests, they may come to realise that Sylvanna is often more than happy to reciprocate. Even if someone hasn’t agreed to do anything for her, she might do what they ask if she finds it sufficiently entertaining, but she certainly won’t indulge those that refuse to indulge her. She is selfish and childish, but not beyond acts of altruism if they suit her.

Biography: Born a noble’s daughter, Sylvanna was a sheltered child, both from society and from her ever busy parents, who left her care up to the dispassionate servants of their household. One day her mother spent checking in on her, she took notice of how bored and depressed her child seemed. She decided that the solution was to hire people to keep her daughter entertained, and to that end she employed harlequins. She found some of the biggest professional entertainers in the land to come and keep their daughter smiling. Hence, Sylvanna became hooked on jests and jabs born from the minds of some of the greatest comics of the time.

The harlequins were particularly skilled at physical humour; pranks and pratfalls and the like. They tended to employ the other household servants in their mischief, who had no recourse but to endure every humiliation visited upon them. Sylvanna laughed heartily at all that occurred, but something neither her parents, the harlequins, nor the servants came to pass; Sylvanna began to think this type of nonsense was perfectly acceptable. After all, if the dour servants would not complain when pies were smooshed in their faces or the rugs pulled from underneath them, then why would anyone else? It was never explained properly to Sylvanna that some people behaved differently from others, nor that some people were not employed by her parents to care for her, and so she went on in life under that assumption.

The problem with this presented itself when she finally attended a proper school. At first, she found a few willing jokesters to act out her foolish requests, but eventually she found someone that had a problem with the idea of dumping a pot of grease over the headmaster’s office floor. She made an enormous stink with the child that refused her, and this was the first time her poor behaviour was brought to her parent’s attention. At this point, they shrugged it off. It was poor form for a noble Sun Elf to act like such a petulant child, but she was indeed a child, and they expected her to mature. That assumption proved decidedly false. Sylvanna remained a silly child consumed with getting a rise out of life. When she became old enough for talks of an arranged marriage to crop up, she began to encourage those that attempted to court her to humiliate themselves for her amusement. Her most notorious request was to have to very respectable Sun Elf scions brawl with each other in full view of the public. Unfortunately for the two of them, it did not encourage Sylvanna to take the question of marriage seriously, and unfortunately for her parents, her behaviour was beginning to stain their honour. They were developing a reputation for having an insane and unhinged daughter that encouraged misbehaviour wherever she went.

They finally decided to try and nip her behaviour in the bud personally. First they yelled at her, and that didn’t stick. Then they tried restricting her privileges, but she always found ways to cause trouble. In the end, they found the damage she was causing to their reputation far outweighed the benefits of keeping her around. They decided to send her away, choosing to send her to Alsijan because it was at least somewhat prestigious, and most of all very far away. They hoped she would be gone long enough for her to be forgotten in their social circles, expecting that she would never last at the school, but at least she wouldn’t be their problem for a time. For Sylvanna, the idea of getting to see an exotic new location seemed wonderful, and she blissfully ignorantly prepared for her “vacation”.

Affinities: Enchantment and Alteration
Craft: Infusion
Magic:
-Enchantment: When told that Enchantment was a favourite among the Sun Elves, and that her parents wanted her to learn it for the sake of tradition, Sylvanna couldn’t have cared less. It sounded stuffy and boring and she wanted to do something more fun. It wasn’t until later when she was told Enchantment could help her get people to do what she wanted that she took a keen interest in it. As of yet, her endeavours in Enchantment magic have been about as effective as stamping her feet for getting people to do what she wants, but she has learned a lot about keeping others from her mind to preserve her fun.
-Alteration: Her most favoured harlequins tended to use Alteration magic for some of their gags. The sight of someone morphing their own fingers into various puppets or weakening a man’s belt until his pants fell down inspired Sylvanna to pursue the discipline herself. So far, she has acquired an eclectic mix of spells and talents that facilitate her need for entertainment.
-Infusion: Someone once told her that mistakes with Infusion could result in things going ‘boom’. Sylvanna thought having things go ‘boom’ sounded like a lot of fun, and so she set out to deliberately make mistakes with Infusion. She was then told quite plainly that such mistakes could get herself killed. As nutty as she can be, Sylvanna is far from suicidal. Instead, she hopes to one day apply Infusion in the field of making anything but her go ‘boom’.

Skills: As a highborn lady, and especially as a Sun Elf, Sylvanna was expected to indulge in art and culture as a matter of principle. She didn’t much like any of it at first, but the harlequins used to play her music on flutes, and so she decided to take up the flute herself. The harlequins also taught her a lot about setting up the perfect prank; rigging improvised tripwires and finding the right timing to trip a person so as to send them flying into a conveniently placed pile of objects. They also taught her well the art of escaping the wrath of those that find themselves irked by her japes.

Other: Nah.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

@TaliPaendrag Heya, mind if I join in too?

Sylvanna

Sylvanna Teledar

”Won’t you entertain me?”

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Nicknames: Her friends call her Sylvie, many others call her “nutcase”
Race: Sun Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Sylvanna is 185cm tall (6’1”) and is of a slender and delicate build. Sylvanna is often compelled to maintain a high level of cleanliness and presentation when among polite company, however she is not entirely concerned with doing so unless she feels she must, and will otherwise let her standards slip until someone forces her to shape up. Likewise, her clothing is often tailored towards meeting social standards until she feels she does not need to, and then she’ll start wearing whatever she feels like at the time.

Personality: If someone was to make an exceptionally fallacious argument about what makes someone a “real” Sun Elf, then they would likely say Sylvanna is no true Sun Elf. She was born a noble lady, and she has some traits beaten into her that befit the image of a haughty, arrogant Sun Elf, but otherwise ill resembles any typical notions of Sun Elf culture. She is impatient and full of flights of fancy, tending to live by the day and indulge in momentary thrills rather than take a thoughtful, contemplative approach to life. She’s so notoriously flighty, many who know her consider her to be certifiably insane.

The problem lies in how brazen and outspoken her quest for diversion is. Among the polite and rigid upper class society of the day, the idea of someone making outlandish requests for people to do and say ridiculous things for someone’s entertainment is beyond offensive. An example would be the fact that Sylvanna has encouraged her suitors to fight among themselves for her affections. Even worse, she just tends to laugh and laugh at the unfortunate souls that get entangled in her whimsy. Those that refuse to indulge her will inspire a petulant tantrum befitting a child many years younger than Sylvanna. She will hop up and down and belt out her request over and over again until she either gets what she wants or loses interest.

Perhaps her sole redeeming factor is her tendency to favour those that indulge her. While it does mean that said person is likely to receive more outlandish requests, they may come to realise that Sylvanna is often more than happy to reciprocate. Even if someone hasn’t agreed to do anything for her, she might do what they ask if she finds it sufficiently entertaining, but she certainly won’t indulge those that refuse to indulge her. She is selfish and childish, but not beyond acts of altruism if they suit her.

Biography: Born a noble’s daughter, Sylvanna was a sheltered child, both from society and from her ever busy parents, who left her care up to the dispassionate servants of their household. One day her mother spent checking in on her, she took notice of how bored and depressed her child seemed. She decided that the solution was to hire people to keep her daughter entertained, and to that end she employed harlequins. She found some of the biggest professional entertainers in the land to come and keep their daughter smiling. Hence, Sylvanna became hooked on jests and jabs born from the minds of some of the greatest comics of the time.

The harlequins were particularly skilled at physical humour; pranks and pratfalls and the like. They tended to employ the other household servants in their mischief, who had no recourse but to endure every humiliation visited upon them. Sylvanna laughed heartily at all that occurred, but something neither her parents, the harlequins, nor the servants came to pass; Sylvanna began to think this type of nonsense was perfectly acceptable. After all, if the dour servants would not complain when pies were smooshed in their faces or the rugs pulled from underneath them, then why would anyone else? It was never explained properly to Sylvanna that some people behaved differently from others, nor that some people were not employed by her parents to care for her, and so she went on in life under that assumption.

The problem with this presented itself when she finally attended a proper school. At first, she found a few willing jokesters to act out her foolish requests, but eventually she found someone that had a problem with the idea of dumping a pot of grease over the headmaster’s office floor. She made an enormous stink with the child that refused her, and this was the first time her poor behaviour was brought to her parent’s attention. At this point, they shrugged it off. It was poor form for a noble Sun Elf to act like such a petulant child, but she was indeed a child, and they expected her to mature. That assumption proved decidedly false. Sylvanna remained a silly child consumed with getting a rise out of life. When she became old enough for talks of an arranged marriage to crop up, she began to encourage those that attempted to court her to humiliate themselves for her amusement. Her most notorious request was to have to very respectable Sun Elf scions brawl with each other in full view of the public. Unfortunately for the two of them, it did not encourage Sylvanna to take the question of marriage seriously, and unfortunately for her parents, her behaviour was beginning to stain their honour. They were developing a reputation for having an insane and unhinged daughter that encouraged misbehaviour wherever she went.

They finally decided to try and nip her behaviour in the bud personally. First they yelled at her, and that didn’t stick. Then they tried restricting her privileges, but she always found ways to cause trouble. In the end, they found the damage she was causing to their reputation far outweighed the benefits of keeping her around. They decided to send her away, choosing to send her to Alsijan because it was at least somewhat prestigious, and most of all very far away. They hoped she would be gone long enough for her to be forgotten in their social circles, expecting that she would never last at the school, but at least she wouldn’t be their problem for a time. For Sylvanna, the idea of getting to see an exotic new location seemed wonderful, and she blissfully ignorantly prepared for her “vacation”.

Affinities: Enchantment and Alteration
Craft: Infusion
Magic:
-Enchantment: When told that Enchantment was a favourite among the Sun Elves, and that her parents wanted her to learn it for the sake of tradition, Sylvanna couldn’t have cared less. It sounded stuffy and boring and she wanted to do something more fun. It wasn’t until later when she was told Enchantment could help her get people to do what she wanted that she took a keen interest in it. As of yet, her endeavours in Enchantment magic have been about as effective as stamping her feet for getting people to do what she wants, but she has learned a lot about keeping others from her mind to preserve her fun.
-Alteration: Her most favoured harlequins tended to use Alteration magic for some of their gags. The sight of someone morphing their own fingers into various puppets or weakening a man’s belt until his pants fell down inspired Sylvanna to pursue the discipline herself. So far, she has acquired an eclectic mix of spells and talents that facilitate her need for entertainment.
-Infusion: Someone once told her that mistakes with Infusion could result in things going ‘boom’. Sylvanna thought having things go ‘boom’ sounded like a lot of fun, and so she set out to deliberately make mistakes with Infusion. She was then told quite plainly that such mistakes could get herself killed. As nutty as she can be, Sylvanna is far from suicidal. Instead, she hopes to one day apply Infusion in the field of making anything but her go ‘boom’.

Skills: As a highborn lady, and especially as a Sun Elf, Sylvanna was expected to indulge in art and culture as a matter of principle. She didn’t much like any of it at first, but the harlequins used to play her music on flutes, and so she decided to take up the flute herself. The harlequins also taught her a lot about setting up the perfect prank; rigging improvised tripwires and finding the right timing to trip a person so as to send them flying into a conveniently placed pile of objects. They also taught her well the art of escaping the wrath of those that find themselves irked by her japes.

Other: Nah.

City of the Rose ~ A Romantic Fantasy Adventure!

@Aleranicus I finally finished my sheet. I hope it's all acceptable.

Hester

Name: Hester Karela
Race: Human (Roamer/Roma)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual



(She has brown hair and green eyes, and possesses a tanned complexion. She stands at a height of 163cm (5’4”) and is of a thin and wiry build.)

Weapons: Hester has no great and storied weaponry, only possessing a simple steel dagger and a brace of throwing knives at any given time. Hester prefers to rely on her wiles to get her through encounters rather than rushing into the fray swinging steel.

Shaping: Hester is a Light Shaper. Her primary use of her talents is grounded in parlor tricks and illusions for the benefit of her troupe’s performances, though she knows a handful of more directly offensive spells for when she needs some. A concentrated beam of light to the eyes makes for a perfect opportunity to escape, as far as Hester is concerned.

Companions: As a member of “Troupe Vardo”, Hester has numerous companions among its membership as it is a close knit group. Despite feeling as though every member of the troupe could be described as family, Hester no longer has any direct family among its members.

Since the War: “Troupe Vardo” travels the lands of Aldis as entertainers and odd-jobsmen. Hester in particular tells stories and jokes and puts on other displays using her Light Shaping as an aid. She was trained to do so since long before the war, and has continued to do so afterwards. As Troupe Vardo is not especially wealthy, its members are often called upon to do whatever they can to raise cash when the need arises, and as such Hester has much experience doing various acts of manual labour as much as she has experience as the troupe’s storyteller. Naturally, there is much work to be done with the troupe’s caravan, and Hester is not spared from all the tedious tasks involved in preparing to move from one location to another.

Audition:

“Pentin?”

A young man raised his hand in response to being called.

“Agnes?”

An older woman responded in kind.

“Janos?”

No response came this time. Hester, along with the other young ones, was meant to be going over the art of card reading with Margeret right now, but she couldn’t focus on it while the elders took stock of their people. They had been running from the monsters for so long now, and Hester was curious as to what they were going to do next. From what she could tell, uncle Janos was not with them.

“He must have fallen behind…” Elder Erek said, though his voice was hard to hear over the others.

“Where? Does anyone remember where they saw him last?” Her father, Regis, asked franticly.

“I think I saw him back at the crossroads.” Someone called out.

“Then I’m going to the crossroads.” Regis stated plainly. He collected his sword from the ground before mother stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just go out there alone!” She told him, spreading her arms out to block his path.

“It’s my brother, Heather.” He replied emphatically. “I can’t just leave him out there to die. Besides, all I have to do is get out there and grab him. I’m the fastest blade in the troupe, right? Nothing to it.” Her father was always so brave.

“Damn you.” Heather said through clenched teeth. “Fine. Then I’m going too.”

“There’s no need for that. This is my burden.”

“And you are my burden. To the end of time.” It sounded so harsh to Hester at the time, but she came to understand the meaning behind those words eventually. “We should at least say goodbye to her before we leave.” She said as they both turned their gaze to Hester. Noticing, she tried to look back to Margeret, thinking she had been caught in the wrong. Her parents soon came over and crouched down to speak to her.

“Hester.” Her mother began. “We’re just going to go fetch uncle Janos real quick, all right? We’ll not be gone long.”

“All right.” Hester mumbled. All the moving in the last few hours had sapped the energy from her.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Her father assured her. “Everything’s going to be okay. We love you.” Her mother parroted his words before the two of them headed off into the night. As Margeret’s lectures continued, Hester did not fret, as she was sure her parents were coming back. Nobody told lies to each other in Troupe Vardo. They had told her themselves.

She paid no mind as screams erupted from the walls, and as the shouting and clamour came closer and closer to their camp, as she knew her parents were coming back.

When Elder Erek told them they had to leave, Hester asked after her parents. He assured her that they knew they were moving and that they would catch up in time. Hester was still certain that her parents were coming back.

Even when they had moved so far from their last camp site to a place teeming with strangers, Hester did not think for a second that her parents would not return. It would take her until the siege was well and truly over to fathom that they were well and truly not returning. She had thought that once the chaos died down, they would easily find their way to them with uncle Janos in tow. That illusion was shattered when they came across uncle Janos’ corpse among the dead. They would never find her parents’ bodies, but with her naïve fantasy of a happy ending obliterated, she slowly came to the realisation that there was little chance they would return.

You Can Become a Hero!

Osamu Kenzo

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th

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Interacting With: @Sunbather, possibly @Bornlucky

Osamu's attention turned to the stage as the call came for silence. It would not do for him to give anything less than his full attention to the Supervisor, or any staff member that demanded the student body's attention. The supervisor immediately began to speak of the rigors associated with attendance of Ishin Academy. Osamu had heard much of what to expect from his father, though they both expected that things would have changed in the 20 odd years since he had attended personally. Goodness knew the presence of foreign students spoke volumes about how much had changed here. He believed himself ready for the trials to come, and yet, a small piece of him disagreed with what he heard. It was not some great rebellion or defiance that swelled within him, but he did question the seemingly antagonistically competitive narrative that was being spun here. It was Osamu's firm belief that they should work together as a body to further their development, rather than leaving people behind if they seemed to fail. Provided it did not involve him having to directly defy authority, Osamu for one would be doing his best to prop his comrades up rather than beat them down.

At the conclusion of the supervisor's speech, Osamu looked at his pamphlet to confirm the details. He was in room 15 of the Chiheisen building with a student named "Hanamura Daiki". The name wasn't familiar to him, but that was to be expected. Yachiyo piped up again to mention they were in the same building. He nodded in response. He did wonder about it, however; the rooms were clearly deliberately non co-ed, but with the opposite sex close at hand, surely someone could just walk down the hall a bit to engage in youthful mischief? He would have to trust that the faculty had already accounted for that possibility. "Indeed. I don't suppose you have any idea who yours is?" Again, it was ultimately unlikely, but there was always a chance that two people going to this school happened to know each other and share a room.

After a few moments, Osamu seized upon an idea. "If you don't mind, I'm going to try something very quickly..." He said to Yachiyo, concerned she might be startled if he tried this without warning. Clearing his throat, he clearly, yet none too loudly, called out, "Hanamura Daiki?" It turned the heads of a few people near him, but his call was not too loud or disruptive to bother the entire crowd. If chance was on his side, his roommate-to-be might just hear him and find him, and that would certainly shorten the wait to find out who they really were. If he wasn't to be so lucky, he would just have to carry on to the dorms and put this brief embarrassment out of his mind. It was somewhat of a long shot to expect his roommate to conveniently be in earshot when he called, but he figured it was worth a shot.