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Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Blaike Fremont

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Location:: Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters, Meeting Room
Date:: 21st Sun of Ondine
Interactions:: Artemisia, Avaddon, Balder, Edgar, Ianthe, Luna, and Mitra

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He merely smiled at the lady's response; heh, not surprised she was beguiled by this handsome man, in fact, it would be a travesty if she wasn't! Of course, Blaike was too busy preening himself as a result of the reaction, nodding with his eyes shut to not even notice the large brute stomping over to him. The Red Mage could only feel a bit surprised when he opened his eyes up, only to be met with a slab of muscle to his side and a rough slap to his back which knocked most of the air from his lungs.

Of course, he had to keep his appearance up, quickly holding a fist up to his mouth to mask his coughing, to make it look more like he was clearing his throat. Supplementing that was a deep breath, which was followed by a sigh and sharp smirk as Blaike peered behind him, looking no more smug for wear. "That's a fair question my fine, fibrous fellow, but in short it is because there are places you can only get with a Guild Mark, as I believe it is paramount to my own personal research into aldite and its properties. Furthermore, while I am a researcher, there are some things in this world you can't discover and learn about while being cooped up in a lab, though I don't think doing just field research will cut it anymore." The mage merely stared up at the tribesman behind him with a waning grin on his face, praying that he would be satisfied with his answer and go away now.

Sadly, for whatever reason he didn't, and worse, continued to monologue aimlessly. Blaike wanted to just shift away and sit elsewhere, but Avaddon decided it it would be a better idea to tightly clutch his shoulder while continuing this one-sided dialogue. The Red Mage's head began to creak as he looked over, wincing as he tried to break out of his grip, attempting to yank his arm away to no avail.

Of course, while he was attempting to break free, he did catch a glimpse at the mans scales, though he was more concerned about this man releasing him from his clutches than the fact that he was a Fire Alter. Of course, he only really managed to force himself out of the tribesman's grasp once his whole bit was over, but by then, Blaike was just massaging his shoulder, kneading a bit as he looked over at the bigger man, "Mhmm, riiiight," he stated his half-hearted response with a weak smile and a shallow nod.

Thankfully, Mitra, as reliable as ever, redirected the conversation elsewhere, allowing him to gulp down a breath of fresh air; what a relief. Eyeing the newcomer, Blaike felt a sense of déjà vu when they introduced themselves before recalling that this boy was Cid's apprentice! Right, what was he doing here out of all places, and why was he calling himself a freelance engineer of all things? Blaike frowned a bit, squinting at the young man as he evaluated him for a bit before that line of thought was disrupted by the Proctor.

What followed was an explanation of the mission, Balder going into detail about what they would be doing while distributing documents that listed all the risks about this task, as well as a short explanation about the monsters. Considering that these monsters were essentially just mutated foliage, this would be no issue to just ignite them all, but then he thought back to the Mother Malboro. He lingered on these thoughts as he studied the rest of the group, trying to discern what everyone was capable of, as well as what the most efficient strategy would be.

From what he knew, they had a Dragoon, a Priestess with a bow, a Tribesman with no weapon aside from his own fists, a rather experience-looking Lady Knight in rusty armor, an Engineer with possible gadgets and gizmos, a relative unknown, but mysterious and attractive woman with pink hair, and himself, a Red Mage. As skilled as he obviously was with his magic, he wouldn't mind if the pink haired lady did know some magic, preferably some fire just in case any of them escaped his flames, which would totally not happen at all.

Regardless, the cogs started to turn in his head as e got a better idea of the group, formulating a concise plan as he signed off the document, writing his name with flourish before holding it out to the proctor. While he was going to say something else, he had to hold his breath to avoid giggling at the line. "Erm, well said Edgar."

Seriously? He could so come up with something better! I'll reduce them to ashes, we'll cut em' down to size, lets wack these weeds... OK, maybe not the last one. Before leaving the room with the other three, he looked behind at the others who were still filling their documents out. "While I understand the risks of this all, we should all work to eliminate not only just the nest of minibro's, but the mother malboro, if there is one. Theoretically, even if we destroy the nest, it'll all be for naught if there is one since she'll spawn more minibro's and rebuild the nest, causing more issues down the line." Tipping his hat, he closed his eyes and faced back towards the door.

"After all, you don't just kill a weed by removing its leaves... you have to tear out its roots as well." Damn, now that was how you did a badass line before joining the other three by the door frame, smiling widely while keeping his oh so obviously cool air around him. Regardless, while they were doing thing form filling, Blaike would be there, ruminating and scheming.

Pokémon: Start

Cyril Desrosiers

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Important Information

Location
Pureplain City

Interacting With
Basil (@hatakekuro), Event w/ Aster(?)(@PlatinumSkink)

Current Team
Aster - Budew - Lvl 6 - Happy Little Fwees

Inventory
200 P

x1 Everstone
x1 Potion
x6 Pokéballs
x1 Pokédex
x2 Escape Rope

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As Cyril bounced down the sidewalk, navigating the unfamiliar yet surprisingly lively town, taking the time to pause and look at his map again before coming across some interesting looking trainers standing in front of what looked to be a dojo!... also, eh, their fashion sense left a lot to be desired. At least one of them looked moderately stylish with a pompadour and white trench-coat! Trying to look like a yankee, eh? One outta three, it was good enough.

Aster wilted back as soon as Cyril approached the tough looking fellows as he pivoted and examined the sign, reading it silently to himself as the little Budew buried his head nervously into the boy's chest. Normal type gym huh? He turned to see one of the fellows withdraw a pokéball and toss it out, a Hitmonlee springing out, looking around for action. Cyril glanced at the pokémon as it turned to its trainer to look at him, the others, and then over to Cyril, who merely beamed at the mon and gave him a quick little wave.

of course, the Hitmonlee was somewhat confused as it raised an eyebrow, shifting around a bit as it raised a hand up to wave at him before getting a hearty slap to his back from his trainer, who tried to psyche the fighting type up, despite how sweaty they looked. It wasn't that hot outside, was it? Nah, the heat was fine, but then the Hitmonlee turned to look at their trainer and back to the dojo behind them, then back to the trainer.

Hey, they were sweating a lot too! It wasn't that ot outs- oh who are we kidding, Cyril isn't that ditzy. Cyril merely stifled a giggle as he held a hand up to his lips, sniggering to himself as he realized the situation they were in. Walking by the guy and gal with the weird hair, he heard something that almost made himself explode out laughing on the spot, his lungs waiting to burst, his chest starting to hurt.

"COME ON HITMONLEE, WE'VE TRAINED TOGETHER, WE FEEL INCREDIBLE! YES, YES, YES, YES, WE CAN WIN, WE FEEL GREAT! WE. CAN. WIN. THIS!"

Of course, that's when he heard them stampede into the gym, hooting and hollering. Picking up the pace of his walking until he was some distance away, his giggling fit began to grow worse until he erupted into laughter, Aster nearly jumping out of his arms with its wide button eyes as it blinked, frowning for a bit. Cyril could only cover his eyes as he laughed before pushing some of his hair out of his face. He probably looked like a madman to these people, but it didn't matter; as far as he knew, he calculated that, based on their appearance and approach they all had quite a high chance...

... to lose that battle. Whatever their approach was going through their heads, he didn't know, but their posture told him they were not ready to contend with the gym, even with a type advantage. "The sin isn't in being outmatched, but failing to realize it," he murmured, shaking his head as he traversed down the sidewalk, passing by mewling alleyways, which caused him to peer over to see Meowths resting and lounging about on whatever, whether it be brick fences, windows, the top of dumpsters made him consider catching one, before one suddenly hissed and ran off as a couple of Lillipups chased after him or her. One waggled and pawed at Cyrils pant leg, causing him to look down and smile to say hello to the dog.

The dog barked with glee in response, wagging its tail before it shot off after the Meowth. Cyril barely had any time to record these Pokémon with his Pokédex, but he was somewhat deft enough to get the recordings before they disappeared to other places... or the rustling grass in different areas as some Lillipups popped out, causing Pidgeys to squawk and fly out, disturbed by the sudden intrusion of the pups.

The professor-to-be merely smiled at these events before looking down at his partner who seemed quite content with just staying put and looking forward. Cyril could tell they were nervous, even with the lack of shivering. Yeah, the school would definitely be a good place to start; while he was planning to catch Pokémon there, maaaaaybe he could get Aster to socialize with other Pokémon while being supervised! Yeah, he was such a good helicopter parent/partner!

Sprinting down the sidewalk, the Budew trilled in excitement at this sudden burst of speed! Screw having running shoes, he could run just fine without pushing B anyways! What kind of instructions were those anyways?!

After taking some twists and turns, in less than a minute, he arrived at the school, Aster announcing their arrival with a triumphant "Fweeeeeeeee!" Cyril was breathing lightly as he stared up at the building with a smile on his face, placing a hand on his hip as he looked around. The school seemed abuzz with activity, as teachers and the rest of the faculty monitored the area as the students sped around, playing tag or something. Now that he thought about it, there were plenty of students running around; one of them even mentioned a pink thing!

Pink baby-pokémon, huh? He could only guess they were all looking for either a Cleffa, Igglybuff, or Happiny. There was a glint in his eye; maybe he could kill three birds with one, well-timed arrival! One, find the Pokémon, two, slowly break Aster out of his shell (won't happen in one session, he knows), three, beat some kids up in battling like a proper, mature adult.

Smirking, he tapped the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, as if he were wearing glasses, and for some odd reason, the light reflected off his eyes. Huh, weird. As he traversed towards the park, he spied with his two, peeping eyes a hot, red-headed woman! Hoo wee, she looked pretty cute; maybe he could get her number before looking for this Pokémon! Hmm, maybe, maybe.

Setting the Budew down, he looked at the little partner who looked up back at him, a bit befuddled as it tipped its bud. "Say Aster, why don't you play with some of the other Pokémon for a bit? Could be a ton of fun and we could find a new friend to travel with us as well; whaddya say?" Aster didn't know whether to make heads or tails of this whole situation, switching between looking up at Cyril to staring back at the multiple pokémon playing in the park, before going back to their partner and gulping. As far as they were concerned, Cyril was trustworthy, plus it could be fun like he said! Weakly smiling, Aster bobbed its head before taking a couple of nervous steps into the park.

"If you get too uncomfortable just come running back to me, alright! Or fwee as loud as you can," now, to get this lovely lass' numb- oh? Before Cyril could even make a move he witnessed, Basil! Aha, the sly dog, he probably wanted to make a move on her too; could hardly blame him, red-heads were hot. Smiling, he hid behind the most conspicuous thing he could...

... actually, there wasn't much to hide behind, so he just stood there like a dope and attempted to blend in with the crowd, pretending to be a teacher or supervisor. Maybe, just maybe Basil wouldn't notice him; also, he wasn't going to be a jerk and interrupt his session with the lady, did not want to ruin the guys chances.

Either that or he was here for the rare pink baby-Pokémon. Regardless, Cyril began to formulate his own plan since he did not expect to see Basil here so early. However, after a bit, the duo went off, the Darumaka and her own partner holding sandwiches. Maybe he could bum a sandwich off of him, but then again, he did pack some food, granted it was more for the road than here.

Smirking with a devilish glee and glint in his eye, he followed after them, shadowing their movement as he masked himself through the cacophany of shouting, battling and screeching in the park. Now that he thought about it, it was kind of irresponsible for him to leave his partner out here, but one quick glance made him think the little Pokémon, while nervous, was having a bit of fun with some Paras who were scuttling about. Seems like they were plenty curious about the Budew, and thankfully Aster seemed receptive. Thank gods.

Returning to his quarry, he stalked behind them for a moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, his smile growing wider as he reached a hand out towards the boy's shoulder, getting closer, closer, aaaaaaaaand...

"Sup Basil!"

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This wasn't so bad.

Aster relaxed alongside the few Paras who had scuttled up to the Budew, curious about the introduction of this foreign Pokémon around the park. While they were unfamiliar, they seemed amicable as the shy Budew trilled and fweed at them while they chittered excitedly. Aster was much more reserved right now as he sat down, interacting with the Paras, even going on to introduce himself and said what he was doing there.

Some of the Paras scraped at the air with a leg, confused, while a couple others bounced up and down excitedly, causing Aster to wiggle his bud in response. Despite this cute interaction, all things would come to an end the moment a couple of Shinx and Poochyena's took notice of the different Pokémon and ran towards it, some with curiosity in their eyes, others with an aggressive intent. Thankfully the Shinx were faster, with one arriving on the scene to tackle the poor Budew and pin it down with a smile.

"Fwee?!" Aster suddenly cried out as he found himself pinned by the electric Pokémon who growled playfully while another Shinx began pawing playfully at the bud. Aster sniffled and giggled, finding the way the one Shinx was playing with the bud to be ticklish, but not before being disrupted by the much slower Poochyena's.

One tackled the Shinx that was on top of Aster, causing the two to tumble and turn into a ball of fur pawing at one another while two others took their turns barking and growling, encroaching on the Budew. Aster froze, not knowing what to do in this situation as he felt his little heart beat. The other Shinx decided that it was play time like its sister and tackled one of the Poochyena's, causing them to yip as they rolled on the ground. The single one remaining wasn't having any of that, as it perched, ready to pounce as it growled.

Aster looked around, finding that most of the Paras hat scattered or vanished after this little tussle. Left alone, there was only one option they felt was left for them...

... N I G E R U N D A Y O !

Pivoting around and running in the opposite direction, Aster fled from the Poochyena with tears seemingly forming in its eyes as it frowned, "FWEEEEEEEEEE!" Its cries were drowned out by the much slower, persistent Poochyena who pursued it, barking at the Budew as it continued to flee.

After running for a bit, the small Pokémon began to realize that this Poochyena was not giving up on their mission. In a last ditch effort, Aster gulped and turned around, standing his ground as the dog got closer, and closer, and closer. Recalling what he did in the battle against Chloe and Sentret, Aster vibrated nervously as it made its battle cry, "FWEEEEEEE!"

The Poochyena began to glow for a bit as yellow blobs began to form on its fur before flying towards Aster. The Pokémon yelped in pain as it stopped pursuing the Budew, instead turning tail and running way, yipping all the way. Sighing, Aster whipped his head around, trying to find where his trainer was, only to bear witness to the gauntlet of Pokémon in his way. The Paras were fine, sure, but with this amount of Shinx and Poochyena's, nuh uh, not happening.

Looking around, Aster took notice of a bush and quickly hopped into it for shelter to rest for a bit. Retreating into the bushes to get out of sight, he decided he would peak out again in a minute or two as he sat there in his lonesome, pretending he was some phantom thief preparing a grand heist as he chuckled to himself, pretending to be all confident and smug.

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Blaike Fremont

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Location:: Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters, Meeting Room
Date:: 21st Sun of Ondine
Interactions:: Avaddon(@Raijinslayer), Luna(@Hero), and Mitra(@Inkarnate)

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These individuals were particularly interesting, to say the least.

Blaike had arrived early at the guild and had promptly filled out all the forms, such as the his name, history, all that basic stuff. The procedures were proper and had quite a decent amount of information that was required to be filled out. When he was instructed to go into the waiting room, the first thoughts that came to mind was the fact that this guild had better "safety" procedures in a sense than Cid as he took a seat. The Research Facility blowing up was definitely a blessing in disguise since he had been meaning to get around to joining the guild, though it did have some downsides. For one, due to how long the repairs would take, as well as some of his own equipment and inventions being damaged in the process, that put a setback on his own research into the reversal of Aldite Poisoning.

The door creaked open and what followed was another individual, looking up with a cordial, warm smile as they entered, nodding and tipping their fencing hat. Slowly, more individuals began to flow in, like water. They were quite the colorful cast of characters, though when he saw a familiar face, his eyes widened before his own smile broadened, with a small, delighted chuckle as they took their seat. However, that smile faltered for a bit as he slowly began to raise a gloved hand, before placing it on his lap, staring at the floor for a minute before looking back up.

Blaike did ponder for a minute on if Mitra was alright before mutedly gulping and staring at some of the people around him. He knew the Dragoon was a reliable gal, but how everyone came presented told him a little bit about each of them, such as when his eyes traveled down to the dented shield of the armored woman, noting that she probably had some experience in combat. The muscled man with the lady on his shoulders was obviously strong, so that much could be said.

Of course, there was also the examiner, who was, well, standing there, swapping between making worried glances at the group, as well as looking down to the parchment he was reading. Blaikes eyes focused in on the man, trying to discern whether he had an issue with this group of people or if there was something else that was bothering him.

Blaike was totally planning to break the silence (he wasn't) until the brutish man with the lady on his shoulders, who he swore was an Alexandrian priestess based on the garbs, interjected. Of course, he began cutting right to the chase with introductions. While he did seem to be well... behaved, his first thoughts of the Red Storm Tribe was the history he learned about them at the academy, detailing their barbaric nature and penchant for keeping slaves and concubines from their conquests.

Though, he pushed those thoughts, slightly doubting them as he recalled some of his interactions with the lower caste and races in Labrenthian. What followed next was a cavalcade of introductions! Well, maybe not so much, but hey, they they were getting there!

Following Mitra's introduction, Blaike spied an opportunity to introduce himself as well the moment the sheepish lady on Avaddon's shoulders introduced herself as Luna. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his chin as he looked up to see the lady staring at the ground. "Quite the fitting name I would say; a beautiful name for an equally beautiful priestess~," Blaike toothily beamed at the lady and gave her a wink before clearing his throat and rose up from his seat.

"In any case, I would normally save the best for last, but I might as well cut to the chase; time is invaluable after all," he smiled to all the occupants in the room, taking his red fencers hat off and placing it on his chest. "I am Blaike Fremont, one of the many researchers who works alongside Alexandria's Royal Scientist, Cid ‘dan Falreath."

Taking a shallow bow, he looked up to the other individuals with a smirk on his face before rising up and placing his hat back on, his gloved claw tracing at the brim of the hat, "Tis' a pleasure to make your acquaintance Avaddon, Luna," Blaike paused for a second as he glanced over to the familiar lady with a warm, hearty smile, "Mitra... and the rest of you all. I look forward to working with you all in this endeavor."

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Vital Information

Name:

Blaike Fremont
_{Real name being Blaike Lucis Sustinetis}

Race:

"Human"
_{Actually a Fire Alter}

Job:

Red Mage

Age:

Twenty-One

Origin:

Labrethian Empire

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Personal Information

Personality:

Arrogant | Determined | Flirtatious | Melancholic | Relaxed

Backstory:

The House Sustinetis, renown throughout the Labrenthian Empire for myriads of things, ranging from raising and grooming powerful, natural magi, to spearheading and participating in the creation and research of many practical and intuitive inventions and technology, most involving some form of aldite. While not as prominent as before, they are one of the few Houses that retains a powerful position due to their inexhaustible and insatiable drive towards research and innovation. Whatever it may be, the House Sustinetis will always remain an integral part of the Labrenthian Empire's history, whether it be from the genesis of the House to the death of it.

Blaike was the first of three children in the House Sustinetis, born to Lady and Lord Sustinetis, two magically adept researchers with a seat on the Labrenthian Council and a decent amount of clout and influence. From the day he was born, everything seemed almost too perfect, at least to the child, demonstrating a high level of skill with magic and an enthusiasm for research that rivaled both of his own parents combined. He seemed to be a budding prodigy in both these fields, and Blaike seemed to be on the fast track to being set for the rest of his life. Strangely enough though, even with seemingly having this small world at his finger tips, it wasn't enough.

The enthusiasm he had was spawned for a thirst, a gnawing curiosity about this world; he wasn't just content with what he had, there was a desire for more. When Blaike wasn't hard at work practicing his magic and studying aldite physics, he would explore this city, coming into contact with various, interesting individuals of all shapes and sizes. Blaike bonded with them, learned more about their own plights, regardless of their race or background. It was quite the interesting endeavor as he bonded with those he might of never encountered in his own life, but alas that would come to an end as a result of the Pale Moon Night.

As a teenager, Blaike participated in research and experiments alongside his parents, even dipping his toe into politics when discussing the different castes in the city. However, one of the few experiments he would participate in with his family would bring a supposed end to the House Sustinetis. Supposedly, some researchers and scientists claimed they made a revolutionary breakthrough involving utilizing the miasma as energy. Tempted by such prospects, their curiosity got the better of them as they were lured into a trap, with many others. At the behest of the lead scientist, all of them were subject to horrific aldite injections and placed into pods that would dispense them at key locations around the city.

Tragedy soon ensued as the victims of this experiment were ejected from the pods, now either a horrific Fiend or a 1st Generation Alter. Blaike, despite the pain, was lucky to be a part of the former and would bear witness to the slaughter of his people in what would be known as the Pale Moon Night. Fighting and fleeing through the hoards of Fiends, mechs, and many other individuals, his first instinct was to head back home in some form of desperation, only to find it in shambles, with Fiends lurking about the area.

Evaluating the future, he took a risk and entered the house, snatching up the closest thing he had to a family heirloom before departing. He had his pride as a Sustinetis and knew full well that he was in no state to fix his home, so he fought through, helped a couple of people, and ran. It was difficult finding a way out of the city, especially since the gates had been shut, but through creative use of his magic and exploitation of weakened defenses, Blaike fled. His mind ran as fast as he did, coming up with a couple of contingency plans on how he would handle this all, even asking himself why they did this.

All that didn't matter when he eventually he crossed paths with some people in a caravan, passing out near their camp. Upon awakening, he had found himself inside one of their mechanical wagons, hungry and thirsty. Thankfully, the ones camping there for the night were kind enough to supply him with food and gave him some water to drink. It was peculiar on multiple levels, ranging from the fact that all of them looked like they belonged in a lab than the wilderness, as well as their high levels of kindness.

What he eventually learned was that these people had a part in that project that caused the suffering of Labrenthian, stating that they didn't want any part in this project, since their original intentions were corrupted by some of the new management, and explained their kindness was because they felt responsible for Blaike's condition, fully realizing who he was. Blaike, while he felt he could never forgive these people, asked where they were fleeing to, as well as their names. Upon explaining they were seeking refuge in the Kingdom of Alexandria, as well as giving the young man their names, Blaike stated he would be coming with them, as well as the fact that he would be taking up one of their last names as cover; as far as he knew, he was presumed dead back in Labrethian.

No longer Blaike Lucis Sustinetis, but Blaike Fremont, he traveled with the self-exiled researchers to Alexandria in hopes that their own talents could lend themselves to a job somewhere. It didn't take long for whispers of a caravan that looked to be from Labrenthian to surge through the city and reach the Royal Scientist's ears. Taking advantage of this new wave, as well as their expertise, he requested for an interview with them and asked each of them, including Blaike, to display some form of mechanical or technological skill. While they did just that, Blaike recalled one of his creations back in Labrenthian and did his best to recreate it from scratch; he essentially recreated an ice cream machine that was powered by aldite.

Upon demonstrating their skills, the Royal Scientist hired them all for their talents and would often send them off on different tasks, as well as participate in a years long experiment he was doing. Of course, due to his eccentricities and disregard for safety protocols from time to time, everyone was somewhat wary of the man, Blaike included.

Regardless, for the next five years Blaike would live here in Alexandria, doing tasks for the Royal Scientist, even going out into the wilds to collect data or gather material. It would of been left to the Hunters Guild, if not for the Royal Scientist learning of Blaike's magical potential, and would often have him act as both bodyguard and researcher. Beyond that, he would go on to pick up various new skills and even generate a profit off of selling ice cream to nobles when he wasn't cooped up in the facilities with the other scientists and researchers. However, these were the steps he needed to take towards reclaiming his birthright after all, as well as seeking the truth behind the Pale Moon Night.

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Aurel // Hiroki // Hibiki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Momoe (@Ammokkx), Hiroki, Hibiki
Hisakawas Interactions:: Chikako, Aurel
Matsuos Interactions:: Aurel

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"So you've realized it too, Momoe. While that could one-hundred percent be the case, we still have to verify it ourselves." Aurel shut his eyes and sighed, waiting patiently for his time to interject, wincing as they continued to loudly shout and screech. He frowned breathing in and out of his nose as he grimaced, Hiroki now entering the conversation as well.

"C-calm down Chikako, there's no need to get all worked up," Aurel opened an eye up, glimpsing at the boy as he rested his forehead in his hand, watching a sweat droplet drip off the Ultimates Head. He looked pretty tense and somewhat stiff, slightly frowning at Chikako's demands, slightly frowning; did he hate loud noises as well? "Lets just see where Aurel is going with this, you did mention there was another thing you wanted done, right?"

Upon being addressed, Aurel looked up, only to glance over at Hibiki's side, staring at the young mans fidgety hand as it rapped itself on his side. The thief didn't even notice the frustrated eye roll, coupled with a sigh as he looked up to the crowd of people, "Yes, there's one more thing I need done before I can verify if it is or isn't her." Aurel held his breath, biting his lower lip as he combed over the crowd, scanning over each and every one of them. This had to be the final piece of the puzzle.

"And that thing I need done can only be accomplished by Hibiki," Aurel pointed directly at the bespectacled young man who had remained silent throughout this entire trial. Whether they were thinking up theories, looking over each and everyone's words, the moment his name was brought up, he shot up to attention, lips pursed as he tilted his head and blinked. "Oh? What do you require of me, Aurel?"

Hibiki was matter-of-fact and quick to cooperate, good, "I need you to recount everything that happened, from the time you split up with Chikako, all the way back to when you linked up. I want every single detail." Aurel leaned forward; it was as if he could feel the truth coming closer than ever, with it being a bit out of reach.

"Wait, didn't Chikako already tell everyone their alibi?" Aurel peered over at Hiroki who suddenly interjected before nodding at them, "Yes, they have. However, I believe it is important to hear it directly from Hibiki, just in case Chikako misses any crucial details." Aurel swore he could feel the girls eyes boring in on him, but Hibiki re-entering this discussion, with a smile, distracted him from this.

"Shall I detail even the book I was reading as well?" Aurel noticed the young man chuckled as he pressed at the bridge of his glasses. "OK, maybe not all the details, but most of them," Aurel stated bluntly and as seriously as he could as he crossed his arms. The tutor merely smiled at the thief before giggling a little, "That was a joke Aurel, my apologies for that."

Oh... that was a joke...

"Regardless, lets begin," Hibiki lifted a fist to his mouth and began to clear it before looking up at the other students with a serene dimple. "I had taken to my lab to catch up on a bit of literature after Chikako had split up from me again. We tended to follow this same routine every day where we head to our labs and did our usually stint, her dancing and myself reading. She wasn't acting strange in the slightest and had her usual peppy attitude as we saw each other off. After that, the past twenty minutes I spent were quite peaceful, per usual, and was able to finally finish one of the chapters on human psychology."

Hibiki then paused and looked to the Ultimate side, pressing and tapping an index finger on his lip as he examined them for a moment, like they were some sort of anatomical model before returning to face the audience. "However, I don't think you came to hear me give a lecture on the human psyche, so let me just say that nothing really happened for those twenty minutes while I was in my lab. When time was nearly up, I put the book away and headed out to reconnect with Chikako who had really worked up a sweat. Nothing really seemed off with her at the time when we reconnect and went to the mess hall for some food, however..." However?

The tutor looked down, frowning at the podium he was stationed at. That face Hibiki made told Aurel everything he needed to know, especially when he locked eyes with the thief for a split second. "... Chikako mentioned that the wound from Monokuma opened up when she was in her lab, and that she visited Maiya's lab to perform first-aid on herself; mentioned she bled quite a bit and felt somewhat faint..."

Bingo. With that said, Aurel nodded at the youth, who looked back at Aurel with a wistful look in his eye as he dejectedly frowned before settling back into the podium. Whatever he was thinking of now, it had to be focused on Chikako.

"Thanks Hibiki." Aurel sighed, placing a fist over his chest before looking to the crowd; he felt his heart was going to jump out of his chest any time soon if he kept this up, but this was the end. There was no where left she could hide.

"That should be more than enough evidence at this point to prove that you're Naomi's killer, Chikako." The silence that followed was louder than anything else as the realization began to sink into some peoples skulls; some probably didn't get it, but that was fine. That was all fine; after all...

"Chikako... why did you do it?"

This case was over.

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
Interacting With:: Nekohara Aia-senpai (@Inkarnate), "Akizawa-san" (@Naw), Akizawa-san (@Asura)

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After her final snappy comment she just remained silent, reclining back into her chair as she glared up at the stage, huffing as she crossed her arms and impatiently tapped her finger against the uniform, waiting for this whole opening ceremony to start. After so long, the faculty talking on stage seemed to disperse, causing the girl to raise an eyebrow inquisitively as she straightened her back and blankly stared up at the stage with a frown.

Finally. They were getting on with this, so hopefully those three third-rate students would shut up and actually have something proper to think about in their lives. Regardless, as the older hero approached the mic, she squinted, her lips forming an awkward smirk as she held back a scowl. While she did intend to take this all seriously, that flat, almost unimpressed comb-over honestly made her blood boil. Yeah, this was starting to remind her too much of her Mother's side of the family, but she kept her mouth shut as the older mans voice reverberated through the auditorium.

Chilling, yet she remained relatively unfazed, she wasn't exactly bothered by the sentiments at all, sometimes shallowly nodding her head at certain points during the speech. Whether she was agreeing or doing it as a way of being impatient was honestly up in the air.

However, what she did focus on was the fact that this was a battleground, something she was all too familiar with when it came to the bullshit sessions during her summertime at The Kunzes. If this place was as unfair as it was stated to be, then it was starting to look a lot like that place. However, despite all the platitudes and exorbitant explanations, she wasn't going to be scared because of those statements unlike some of the other possible first-years.

Eventually, the speech came to an end, the girl absorbing every piece of the older mans words like a sponge as she continued staring at the man. She ruminated on those words briefly, going over every single thing the man said as she remained as still as a statue. Only after he cleared her throat was she broken out of those thoughts, returning her attention to the man as she blinked with the same, unflinching look he had. Of course, what he said next just made her shake her head in disappointment, "You've gotta be kidding.

As she murmured it under her breath, her visage darkened just a smidgen. That was quite the contradictory statement the man was telling everyone; a day for new students to be acclimated? Considering the place they were attending, those who were attending should already be acclimated; so much for not holding their friggin' hands. If they couldn't handle being ready to start from the get-go, they should get out of here and go somewhere else, spare everyone, including themselves, the trouble of being kicked out.

Whatever, those who were prepared, like her, would probably actually take the time to train and prepare instead of waste their time doing... whatever they usually did, flirting or something? She didn't know, but she didn't care, as those were the types of people who would be long gone.

Despite her immense disappointment, she remained relatively attentive as he concluded the ceremony; Adrianne continued to stare up at the old man as some students began rising up and began to disperse. However, she sat there, very briefly and murmured something to herself, "Soar Skyward, huh?"

Cracking her neck and stretching, she decided to go on the initiative, rising up with the people as she raised her arms up skyward before letting them fall to the side. She glanced over at her luggage and began to shuffle through it before producing a pamphlet. Flicking it open, she went over the contents before flipping it closed and tossing it back in.

Hauling the luggage behind her like a rag doll, Adrianne began surveying the vicinity, looking to analyze who might actually look capable, serious, or a relevant threat. She did this for a couple of seconds all while some people were shouting over the crowds about classes; sounded fairly young and she could honestly guess those were her seniors.

As the shouting went on, the words Class 1A caught her attention. Looking in the direction the words came from, she witnessed not only the Squid Kid heading in that direction, but those other two idiots as well were following after, much to Adrianne's horror. She began grinding her teeth for a minute before stopping, taking one deep breath in and out before rationalizing that they might be heading for another class.

... wait, why were they stopping around the short girl that was calling for Class 1A? Maybe they misheard her and would leave any minute now.

... any minute now...

...

... oh god damnit, she was going to be in the same class as these lunatics. Adrianne could merely scowl at the observation she made as the terrible trio lingered around the girl. Well, better rip this band-aid off before it gets worse as she began trudging towards the group, taking care to glance over at any others who would appear to be approaching as well.

Looking over to the side, she noticed a girl who was a bit taller than her approaching the group who looked just as built as she did. Honestly speaking, that was a bit reassuring, at least to her. At least the class wouldn't be mostly filled with people who just managed to scrape by the tests.

As she approached the group, she kept mostly to herself, not really speaking up as she lingered behind most of them, staring down at them all with her piercing red eyes. Adrianne cared little for introductions, favoring to silently judge all them as opposed to any sort of interaction and honestly, she felt to be in the better for it.

Most of her "classmates" seemed to be making fools out of themselves through interactions and misunderstandings, all while there upperclassman, a girl with cat ears, tried to deescalate the situation. Adrianne couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the girl as she remained silent and to herself.

At least, until her name was mentioned by the older girl, Nekohara Aia, was it?

Sighing, she scratched the back over her neck as she stepped forward, raising her hand up slightly and weakly waved to the much shorter girl. "That would be me, Aia-senpai," she replied, in a respectful, matter-of-fact tone as she approached; despite her upperclassman's nervous behavior, she did make it here a year.

Pivoting around, she stared back at the beleaguered individuals and scanned over them all, appraising each of them and making a guess at which one was Akizawa. Considering they were organizing girls, he opted to ignore the very, very few boys in the group. Some girls she could ignore due to knowing their names already, so that left only a handful of people she could guess at.

Despite this all, her gaze always came back to the tall, muscle-bound girl. Adrianne could only silently pray that this girl was her roommate as she listlessly waited for one of the girls to approach.

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Hiroki, Chikako (@Ammokkx), Flare (@addamas), Lilly (@Vocab)
Hisakawas Interactions:: Aurel, Chikako

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"That's actually something I've been wondering myself," Hiroki interjected, looking to the side as he rubbed at his chin before pausing, "namely when it comes to the clothing." Looking up, he began tapping at his chin, frowning for a second as he peered at the thief and squinted, trying to get a read on the guy before reclining back.

"Flare and Lilly also wear pink, so wouldn't that make them suspects as well?" Despite everything, he tried to read where the thief would go next with his assertions, guessing he would probably rely on the injuries.

From what he saw, Aurel merely nodded and gave quite the flat reply, "While that is a considerable point, I have actually taken that into consideration when rationalizing this all out." Hiroki looked at the guy, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms when the thief stopped for a brief moment before looking up and glancing at specific people in the audience. Despite not really focusing on him, Hiroki still, nevertheless, bobbed his head forward as it to urge the thief on.

"Maybe it's as Hiroki said from earlier, that there's a possibility that one of you injured yourselves while cutting the CD." Bingo. Despite the somewhat vacant stare the thief had, Hiroki was mentally cheering and slightly smirked to himself as he nodded. Yup, check their hands and wrists, that definitely makes sense.

"And since that's a possibility, that's the first of two things I would like to be done to confirm my suspicions," wait, two things? If one of them has any scrapes or cuts, shouldn't that kind of cement who the killer is? Hiroki blinked, almost recoiling a bit and tilting his head to one side before leaning forward just a tad.

"Chikako, Flare, Lilly, could you please do this for me? Just, roll up your sleeves and show your arms and hands like this," without as much breaking a sweat, Aurel demonstrated this by rolling up his own sleeves and extending his arms out, with his hands wide open for everyone to see.

Just where was he going with this?

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With":: Cocky Squid Kid (@Inkarnate), Purple Haired Twit (@Sunbather), Dumbass Space Invading Bitch (@Severance)

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Adrianne didn't expect much from the midget, much less an attack on her own Japanese, which would of probably left her the good type of speechless. Instead, she was just left speechless not because of the counter, but because of the comment that followed. She had to dig her teeth into her tongue hard just to keep herself from giggling for even a second.

That girl claims to be her better? With discipline like that? She was on the verge of tearing into that girl just for some stupid, vapid comment. Biting a bit too hard, her eyelids squeezed tightly as she winced a bit in pain, releasing her tongue from its bony prison.

Ridiculous is one word, but after Fried Calimari's earlier reaction, she just had to wonder how low the bar was for Japanese students. This wasn't something she could just overlook! Did they just pick up random wannabes with a temper tantrum like her off the street?! This school is suppose to be one of the most rigorous and prestigious and yet these three stooges could get in.

Adrianne could just feel her fists being on the verge of bleeding as she dug deeper with her nails, knuckles slowly becoming a pale white until she released her hands. Breathe in and breathe out. In through your nose, out through your mouth. These idiots will be gone quicker than the indents you left on your hands, definitely.

Despite all her breathing, she couldn't exactly relax, especially with the purple-prose-pissant now addressing her instead of the blue squid... though Adrianne did wonder why she was looking at the empty seat behind her. Guess it was in character for her to be nervous, at least that's what Adrianne got from first impressions. "She does realize I'm sitting adjacent from the squid kid, right? Actually, I think I'll pray she doesn't; easier to ignore her."

Pretending to not even hear the girl, Adrianne proceeded to just rap and tap her arms as she stared up at the stage, watching the gathering faculty members get everything set up. It would be stupid to rush, but in a situation like, she prayed they would speed it up so she wouldn't have to spend any more time with these clowns.

Especially the green haired girl looking behind her when Adrianne spoke up- wait why is she looking behind her too? Adrianne's mouth was hanging open as she blinked. Either she had another quirk that caused people with an IQ lower than 2 to look behind her when she spoke, she was just that intimidating to the point where people had to avert eye contact, or these two were just plain stupid, and guessing on the way this girl just responded, Adrianne chose to believe it was the former.

Adrianne merely reclined and rested into her seat, grumbling about speaking up or mistakes as she tilted her head skyward. Of course, it was hard to ignore this imbecile the moment she made that disparaging insult. A physical vein formed on the side of her forehead, looking ready to pop at any moment as her arms began to lightly vibrate. "Tch."

Adrianne's head slowly straightened itself, her head turning as if she was some sort of machine, towards that bitch as she starred daggers at the girl with her piercing red glare. If looks could kill, not even a quirk that could bring back the dead could help her here. "Watch. Your. Tongue," Adrianne hissed venomously under her breath, her visage darkening as the girl passed by her, the horned girls eyes never leaving Haruhi.

Of course, until she went to play with the squid girls hair; at this point, she visibly grimaced and scoffed, facepalming as she watched the scene unfold. This could not get any stupider as the former reacted poorly and grasped at the girls hands. Honestly, she expected the girl to tell these green haired bozo to piss off and respect her personal space, especially with what she was doing, but instead decided to go with threatening her.

"Considering how you two are acting, I think I should be worrying more about my 'betters' than my Japanese, especially since one invades peoples personal space and one threatens people at the drop of a dime." Rolling her eyes and sighing, she sunk into her seat, keeping an eye more on the green haired pissant than the blue squiget.

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With":: Annoying Peppy Girl (@Severance), Talkative Nervous Girl (@Sunbather), Pissed Mascot Character (@Inkarnate)

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Adrianne rested there, completely motionless aside from the tapping of her index and middle finger, swapping between each one in rhythmic intervals. The chattering seemed to be a bit contagious as it decided to spread from across the room to nearby her.

Honestly though, it wasn't really annoying for the most part, though she did hope it wouldn't escalate as she breathed in through her nose and out of her mouth. Honestly though, if she was nervous, why was she even going to this school was one thought that shot through her mind as she tilted her head towards her luggage. The murmurs did pick up however, but they were dissimilar to the talkative Ms. Ousy, causing the girl to frown and open her eyes.

Darting to the side, she noticed some people chattering and pointing at her before chuckling to themselves. Her visage darkened as she glowered with one open eye, to the point where if looks could kill, they would be in a world of hurt. While she didn't know why they were laughing, she definitely had a gut feeling that it had to do with her. What, was there some tradition about singling out foreigners here at this school as well?

Those thoughts were left under the stampedes of people piling into the auditorium, with chattering left and right drowning out anything else people on the other side of the auditorium could be saying, as well as making those other two behind her seem muted. The last thing she could pick up was something about looking a dakick, which she registered as a question, despite a spitting it out.

Closing her eyes again, she kept to herself, at least for a brief moment before someone infiltrated her thoughts. Great, now someone was approaching her for some meaningless small talk. Huffing with a shrug, she opened her eyes up and glared at the newcomer.

Adrianne had a resting bitch face as she analyzed the girl. Green hair, a stupid dopey, grin that was like her brothers, and rubbing. Honestly, she seemed like an airhead from the way she introduced herself, something she made very clear with a bitter scowl forming slightly on her face. "Kunze Adrianne," she sighed coldly as she dejectedly brushed some of her bangs to the side before turning back to face the stage. "You have my name, so you can go now."

She shooed the girl with one hand while resting her head on a fist, closing her eyes and huffing to herself. Breathe in and out Adrianne, she knew who you are, so she'll hopefully go away by now.

Of course, as much as she wanted to dismiss everything, that was an impossibility, especially with the other dunces sitting nearby her. Honestly speaking, their whole act was kind of silly, especially when one of them mentioned how the other looked like scot chara. The moment she heard that, she opened up one of her eyes and looked in their direction.

The squid girls expression told her everything.

Adrianne bit on her tongue, doing her best to hold her giggling in before biting down as hard as she could on her tongue. No, don't do that Adrianne, don't laugh, you're better than that, have some self-discipline. Everyone, you included, are all in a serious institution for making heroes, not primary school. Turning her head slightly to her side, she stared at the two imbeciles, noticing that the squid girls hair was getting quite frazzled, literally.

Great, now they were letting sensitive snowflakes like her get in, really? They made her go through all that bullshit just so she could be paired with Fried Calimari, a Motor Mouth, and a Watermelon Airhead? Adrianne clenched her fists, nails digging hard into her flesh before sighing loudly and turning away from them and stared at the stage.

"I can't believe someone like you got into Ishin."

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With":: Nil

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Breathe in and breathe out - that's the only activity Adrianne spent doing for the most of her time riding on the bullet train... other than sizing up the others in this train and constantly thinking about the text messages she received from her family. She was tenser than ever, with that attitude only exemplified by one of her legs shifting back and forth.

She unblinkingly stared out the window, her scowling visage resting on her propped up arm; furrowing her brows, Adrianne breathed deeply through her nose before breathing out the same passage. Watching the scenery swiftly pass on by, the girl thought about the final message as she stepped off that plane, alone. Temporary reservations were made early on for her to stay at a hotel. Adrianne knew what her parents hoped the girl would do for the past few days.

Their efforts were no different than what she thought of it all - a waste of time. She was here for many reasons, and screwing around wasn't on her agenda. That scowl intensified as she closed her eyes and let out a short sigh, sitting and meditating to herself before opening her eyes again to focus the scenery swiftly fly on by.

It was just as fleeting as her interest as the girl rolled her head to look the other way, finding herself glaring at the empty seats across the aisle... in fact there weren't a whole lot of others surrounding the other seats other than her baggage. It was like she was cursed being; it didn't help that Adrianne could hear the rather noisy whispering of what she presumed were Japanese students heading to Ishin.

"Tch," she peered back over the seat, resting her arm on the head of it, glaring backward at the perpetrators. They didn't exactly catch her doing this until thirty seconds later, but one of them immediately shut up, cuing the other to take a glimpse at what their friend was staring at.

Her visage was stoic and stony, hardened just as much as her muscles that were semi-visible through the sleeves. Adrianne's face as she glared at them was all it took to shut those two up.

That former scowl harbored from earlier had dissipated, turning into a nearly unnoticeable frown. Her piercing, vibrant red eyes were focused directly on the duo, silently judging and stabbing them with a high level of contempt. There was a sharp chill that lingered in the air around her, much like how Sapporo was this season, her sharp, cold eyes slowly moving between the others conversing, only to watch as they became unnaturally silent before breaking into whispers.

A few thoughts were going through her head, such as a passing judgment upon the supposed other students of Ishin, sizing up her competition, as well as silently pondering to herself over what they were all discussing. Was it the news, daily life, or how their dreams were? Adrianne was certain she heard something about a nightmare performing some strange deed. Or maybe they were talking about that hero?

Eh, whatever, there were more important things to worry about right now, especially since they were nearing their destination.

As the bullet train came to a halt, Adrianne took few passing glimpses as she slowly rose to her feet. Tightly grasping the handle of the large suitcase, she instantaneously hauled it behind as if it was nothing more than a lightweight ragdoll. She had to do everything she could to prepare for this, even doing minor "workouts" such as these on the way to her new school.

She was alone, stepping out into the aisle and deftly striding out the front door, appearing as if there was a chip on her shoulder. The horned girl didn't even hear the conversation start up again, loud and cacophonous is ever. Not like she would ever care as she alternated the arm she carried her luggage in, wordlessly recalling and making her way down the streets.

The streets were no different than the train - those on it kept their distance and whispered to themselves, though she did swore that she heard something about "that horned girl." That certainly caused her to raise an eyebrow and glower in the direction she heard that in. Outside of that little comment and her nasty glare, this whole trip to the school was uneventful, if not a bit nippy. Regardless, she had the layout somewhat memorize to a tee, barely making a single mistake as she trudged, closer and closer to the academy.

Eventually, after some time, she arrived, alternating her grasp on the suitcase to her left hand. While she would of normally been punctual, she was intuitive, curious, judgemental. Standing before the enormous school with a hand on her hip, she stared upwards at the colossal building, before briefly eyeing the other competition. She wasn't going to linger around much, but she did sift through the crowds that had gathered about the vicinity, mentally separating the mites from the apex predators, the bottom-feeders and the sharks, any possible first-rate students who were a threat and the third-rates who would most likely quit.

Adrianne remained still as a statue for a couple of more seconds, radiating an aura of displeasure before shaking her head and furrowing her brows, scoffing as she took a couple of steps forward. What were some of these people doing, messing around and slacking off on the lawn? Did these imbeciles not know how to use their quirks responsibly or did they think they were in some kind of fantasy?

Tch, these friggin' people.

She bared her teeth, frowning largely in displeasure over some of the students who got in, brows furrowing to the point that if she tried to crease her brows further, they just might tear off from the sheer force.

Not looking to meander about, Adrianne trudged out of the courtyard, her face contorted with sheer disgust and frustration. She could just break the grip of her suitcase just by tightening her own hand even further, yet she displayed some restraint. This was ridiculous. Why were they so relaxed? Breeze through the interview due to nepotism? Getting in by recommendation? Or was it because they were Japanese?!

Did these bastards get free passes for any of these reasons?!

...

...

...

No, no, stop. Don't get pissed Adrianne, calm your tits. This is your first day. Ishin will see them for who they are and they'll be gone within the week, hell maybe even a month in the worst case scenario. Breath in and out, through your nose. This is fine, you'll be fine, you'll kick their collective asses out of the park.

Just breathe in and out.

Adrianne just took in a deep, deep breath as she passed by other students, seldom acknowledging their existence as she purged that unbearable thought from her mind. Opening her eyes, she analyzed the crowds of students and glanced to the right... only for some students to back away the moment she eyed them. She did it to the other side, with the same results happening. Good to know she became Moses at this point on, good grief.

Rolling her eyes, she instead turned her visage and looked down the hallway, noting a few students that were being ushered into a specific hall. From the last time she reviewed how this whole presentation was going to go out, this hall was supposed to be for first years.

Filing in with the crowd, there was a temporary contortion of her face, a bit of a mixed bag of emotions over what she was feeling. On one hand, this auditorium wasn't filled with a whole lot of students, which probably meant that most of them were serious. There weren't a whole lot of chatty dips, so that was a plus for her. Regardless, she just settled back to her usual visage as she strode up to the front and quickly found a seat that was far away from some of these more chatty individual.

Observing the area, she noted about how most of the seats upfront weren't filled, thank god. For a moment, she cracked a smirk. Good, it looked like there weren't many third-rate imbeciles here right now, especially up front. With a huff, she strode down the aisle and sat at the very front of the auditorium before plopping her suitcase down into a seat beside her. Crossing her arms, she sighed and closed her eyes.

This whole initiation ceremony could not be any slower.