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The bordum that defined his day was all Michael would wish would go away currently. It wasn't like a bad day, no, but it sure as hell made him wish that he'd never bothered to get out of bed this morning. The moment that the openning ceremony was over, Michael had promply run out of the area, avoiding most of the crowd due to his haste. His bed was calling him. However, as he was running towards his room, he'd managed to stumble across a dual or spar by the looks of the crowd. A fairly high level one as far as he could tell too. Now, Michael may be only a Rank 1, but that didn't make him *completely* ignorant to the existance of the Highest Ranks. He just didn't assossiate with them or anything. So, Michael decided that with how boring the rest of the day had been so far, that he'd go ahead and take a minute to watch this match.

Harold's mind was still reeling from the sudden apperence of Michael from UNDERNEATH Thisa's SKIRT of all places. Harold was suddenly having a very, very bad day. And it seemed likely to only get worse. Thisa had squeezed his shoulder quite heavily, almost to the point of being painful, and had talked about stopping her should she try something. Apperently she was more on the *from skirt* more than *How did he get there*. Not that he blamed her. She DID just have some random kid she doesn't know come from her *skirt* of all places, and act like he didn't care at all. About her, her skirt, his practical teleportation, the stares and laughter of everyone around them. Not a single care. When Michael explained what he was doing to Thisa, Harold's mind just had a moment where it shut down. This kid, didn't care at all. Period. And it was all just because he wanted to get out of *judging a fight*. That right there made Harold very....annoyed. This kid was obviously very irresponsible, and didn't seem like he had *any* brain at all. He wouldn't be surprised if that *was* actually the case. Either way, Harold was about to speak up and question the teen, but then he disappeared again. Harold *thought* heard he a guy's voice come from somewhere near him and Thisa, but he couldn't be very sure. He also spied two boys running into the cafeterria, both seemingly intent on something. Or some*one*, as Harold remembered just *why* Michael was hiding. "Ah....would the pair of you perhaps be in pursuit of a boy that is capable of traveling via shadows?" Harold asked in the best tone he could put together with his muddled mind at the moment.

That's always a good thing. Plus, it makes for even better ships.

> Alright I'm going to throw down my next post at this point, get some plot moving again. Ya know, not I HAVE to try to post before I actualy go to sleep. Bastard.

> Does anyone want to team up to fight my dude? > > I'm not really going to be able to kill him or anything, and I could really be anywhere right now > > But I probably won't be able to do stuff for a while because I too have homework and I still have about 83 questions to go Takeshi can consider assisting you. But only it you do the same for his enemy.

> > Naw, he abandoned me to go clean. ;_; > > > Ahem, _she_. Lol. Silly Timmy. Also, for some reason I can't get on the guild on my computer right now, so I'm workin off of my phone currently, so I'll probably be behind a lot and shit.

> "**Oh my fucking hell, what in the name of Christ is going on here?!**" Thisa practically screamed uncharacteristically, "**I-I-I... just what the hell is this, just damn well out of my scarf alright?**" Thisa pretty much tore the scarf off of her neck, and threw it on the ground uncaring for whatever effect that would have. For someone who's always under control and calm, the sudden intrusion on that... personal of a level was enough to tip the scales. Without a second thought Thisa ran behind Harlod as he was the closest, and only symbol of security. Harold was extremely surprised by this sudden change, not only in Thisa's character, mannerisms, and speech, but also of the fact THAT THERE WERE SUDDENLY LEGS COMING OUT OF A SCARF! Harolds mind suddenly had a minor panic attack. THAT-THAT-THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! SCARVES DO NOT CREATE LEGS, NOR DO LEGS COME OUT OF SCARVES! Harold was having a completely horrible time trying to piece together what the **hell** was going on with this situation. The fact that Thisa ran behind him for cover as well after her little outburst did little to bolster his understanding. Although, he'd be lying if he said he really minded that she thought of him as a good place to hide behind. Even if only as a meat shield or something of the like. "Ah....It is quite contradicting for an effect that should not be possible, to occur at the most inopportune of times....moreover....Why....oh **WHY** is your scarf spouting legs now Thisa!?!?" Harold was obviously still failing to understand this situation, and desperately wished for someone to explain it all to him in an understandable manner.

Harold noticed how they both didn't seem to know what to say really at that moment. He believed this was a moment classified as "awkward." However, he did have things he could say, so he hoped they could go back to wokring in efficiently and everything. It wasn't like the blush on her face made her....*cute* or anything! That's purely impossible. Harold *knew* he had *never* found much interest in females, besides the normal hormone induced reactions from time to time. But beyond that, he had never commented on the beauty of one himself. To think he would suddenly start thinking of one, the very same day he met her? Outragous! Truely, Truely Outragous! "Ahh....Many thanks Thisa, I have produced these ideas and designs through a mixture of time and creative consideration....showers do help though." Harold tried making a joke to lighten the awkward mood the pair had desolved into before continuing: "As well, if you firmly believe that my ideas could hold the potential to assist in your designs, then by all means, use them as you wish. I hold no qualms about their practicality, nor their assistence in our endevours. As well, it is of....no concern that you were curious of my ideas. As I had brought to your attention beforehand, I did not find your curiosity to be a hinder to your character." Harold nodded to her with a slight blush on his face still.

> Thisa returned the programmer's smile, with the same amount of warmth it was to be a great partnership for sure. She was starting to like this guy, he may have came off odd at first but as she interacted with him more it was starting to became clear that he's just like anyone else. "Oh by the way, you can just call me Thisa, Ms sounds too proper when its just us students, I'm not one for formalities like that besides it make me feel old." Thisa chuckled, "That said I look forward to working with you, you come off as a good and intelligent person, I can respect that." > > Thisa looked over at Harold's laptop curious on what he was doing, he was typing something earlier before the playboy got slapped. "What are you up to anyway? Kind of what to see what it is." She moved closer to the screen... and unintentionally closer the Harold. Harold blushed a little before he scratched the back of his head. He noted how much closer Thisa was to him and blushed a little more when he realized that she seemed just as interested in his work as he was in hers. They really got along well it seemed. Harold hoped this meant someting good for the future, because so far, he found himself glad to be the one receiving smiles like that from her. "Ah....alright....Thisa...." Harold seemed very out of sorts while saying this, obviously not used to being so informal with anyone. It was probably because of how much time he spent with scientists, professors, and other important, respectable people. He just fell into the habit with everyone he theorized. "As well, I anticipate a successful future for this relationship based upon how we have progressed thus far. You come across as an exceptionally intelligent, respectful, curious and informed woman yourself Thisa." Harold gave another slight grin when he said this. He obviously had started viewing her as his friend, and definitely found himself liking her. Harold really wasn't sure how to handle the sudden intrusion to his personal space, and was left a little bit of a blushing, rapid-fire blinking mess while his mind tried to piece together what was happening and why. "I....umm.....Ah, Ahha! I am currently progressing on ideas for the internal power and coolant systems, as well as a portion of the programming necessary for the basic functions." He finally replied.

> Ay, hold up a sec > > Are we supposed to be after school or during school? > > Could've sworn the OP said something about it being after school right about now Currently we're all gettin up to the "after school" period. Some important things between characters might've taken place durin the day, so we're goin with that for a few of us.