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Current And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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1 yr ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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2 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
2 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Shou Zheng
Kiran Agnarsson
Shou had not expected anyone to call out to him as he finished off his snack. Most students that had arrived after him seemed content to ignore his gluttony and instead head directly to their rooms to sleep off their revelry. His chair wobbled a bit as he turned towards the familiar voice, but that was what his tail was for. Planted against the ground, it kept the chair from falling over as he raised his mug to greet the other boy.

"What are the chances, huh?" He remarked before he shook his head and continued, "Nope. I haven't had a chance to check out my room yet. I'm in 303 though, you?" It was quite the coincidence that they ended up in the same dormitory though.

Kiran settled onto the bar stool, laying his suitcase down on the floor nearby. At Shou revealing his room number, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Same here. Oddly fortuitous, but I won't question it." Leaning over the counter, he ordered himself a mead, since he was feeling something a tad sweet. Drink in hand, he put an elbow on the surface as shifted towards his conversation partner, sipping on his beverage slowly. "Seems we also lucked out on the housing situation, huh?" he lifted his glass pointedly. "Bet the other places don't have something this handy. Also, I do prefer something less toned down compared to all the extravaganza we were subjected to in the Hall of Greats," he said.

"Really now..." Shou couldn't help but frown a bit at just how perfectly things had lined up. It was probably paranoia to think of this as anything else but coincidence though. "Well, here's to being roommates as well as collaboraters," he remarked as he raised his own mug and clanked it against Kiran's glass. He took a long draw from his drink, gulping a few times, before he chuckled.

"It is awfully convenient. Seems sturdy enough that it won't get knocked over by some drunk Egoist either which is more than I can say for some of the other dormitories. Speaking of sturdiness, you keen on seeing what this fog is all about?" He asked as he dropped his voice to a more conspiratorial whisper. "Running around in it might be a bit much, but the room's all look like they got windows we can swing open and see what we learn."

Upon seing Zheng's frown, Kiran shrugged, and smiled wryly. He wasn't sure if the other guy might be suspicious or just unhappy about being put into the same room as him, but either way, Kiran would have to be careful. The mood quickly changed, however, as Shou disregarded the weirdness, and clinked his glass against Kiran's. "To being roommates," Kiran echoed, then proceeded to take two large gulps of the drink. It wasn't enough to empty the glass, of course, but it'd drained a decent amount.

"Ah, I hadn't considered the structural integrity much - I'd be more concerned about that factor for a workshop rather than an apartment, but I can see what you mean," he replied. When Zheng lowered his voice, Kiran leaned just a tad closer, intrigued at what reason the other boy had to be secretive. "Mm, the mists, huh?" he questioned, voice as low as he could make it while still ensuring Shou heard him. "You know, I just intended to disregard their warning and head out whenever I please, but testing the fog just in case something's unusual about it is a sensible idea." Thus, Kiran implicitly agreed to doing as Shou proposed.

"There's certainly no shortage of light weights around to supply some drunken revelry," Shou added on before he grinned a bit. Kiran would need to lower his voice a lot further than that before he had trouble picking out the Occidental boy's words. "I imagine a fair share of our peers intend to do the same. They expect teenagers of all people to respect a curfew while dangling such a vague reason in front of some of the most curious people on the planet? It's like they're hoping for some rulebreakers to learn a harsh lesson," he finished before he drained what was left in his mug.

"Hm, you do have a point. I wonder if they have a dynamicists messing with the mists or something?" Kiran tilted his head to the side as he considered this. Honestly, it hadn't occured to him that the people at Bermuda might have wanted to teach so many students a harsh lesson given how pampered they'd been so far, but it was possible.

"Yikes, could you imagine if that was your job? Powerful enough to blanket an entire island in fog, and all just to mess with the students."

"We should probably check out our rooms for now. There's... about half an hour till curfew hits," Shou proposed after a brief pause to consult his internal clock. It hadn't quite adjusted yet to his arrival at Bermuda, and it would take a few days. Rising from the table, Shou swung by the bar for a refill before he headed upstairs.

When Zheng informed him the curfew was approaching, Kiran broke out of his reverie. "Oh, yeah," he blinked in surprise. Time had passed quickly. Like Shou, he also drained the rest of his drink, but didn't get a second. He followed Shou upstairs, to the third floor. Their room was at the beginning of the corridor, near the staircase and the elevator.

The room was rather sizable given that the building itself wasn't as such, and Kiran wondered if there were less people put into this one compared to the others. He frankly didn't care, he was just glad that he was here rather than at one of those gaudily luxurious ones. There wasn't a lot of furniture, but the essentials were there. Kiran was especially amused at the fireplace - what'd they even need one here, for? - but otherwise, he was satisfied. Well, the windows were a bit small, perhaps, but that could be easily fixed.

"How do you like it?" he questioned his roomate curiously.

"Pleasantly surprised. I thought it would be just a single room, but we've got a whole suite instead," Shou replied as he slipped his boots off at the entrance and looked around their accomodations. He whistled a bit as he peeked into one of the two bedrooms and was once again quite happy with the space they'd been given. "Hard to say when I haven't seen any of the other accomodations, but ours certainly seems nice and homey."

Now that he was done looking around though, Shou made his way over to one of the windows in the shared space. His tail snagged one of the chairs and hefted it along behind him as he set his mug down for a moment and threw the window open to a chilly breeze. "Hopefully something interesting happens, hm?"

"It suits me as well," Kiran offered with a nod. He removed his shoes as well, then finally went in rather then merely surveying the place. "Well, we can always get ourselves invited over by someone to compare," he said, quirking a smile, amused at the idea.

As Zheng approached the window, Kiran padded closer as well. He leaned on the sill, peering outside the opened window. "If it will while we're technically inside..." he muttered, eyes narrowed as he tried to see as far around as was possible for him. The mists certainly obscured one's sight, if nothing else.
@SilverPaw
Shou Zheng

Thankfully Shou had no need to rely on the tram to arrive at his assigned dormitory at the end of the party. As Hana had promised, the drug's effects hadn't lingered for longer than enjoyable. Thanks had been given for her company, apologies for ruining her conversation, and promises to be fulfilled at a later date. Even if his mind was all cleared up and he knew exactly which tram he was supposed to take, the chance to stretch his legs and get some fresh air wasn't something he would skip.

So while other students made themselves comfortable in the spacious and plush seats, Shou made himself a nuisance and climbed around like he had arboreal rather than aquatic features. The tour might have shown them the highlights Bermuda had to offer, but it was something else to get a bird's view of the man-made island. When he closed his eyes he could feel the ocean breeze against his skin and taste the salt-kissed air. It was almost enough for him to head down and take a swim, but the curfew was far too close for him to risk it.

So he made his way towards the accommodations he had been assigned when he received his papers down by the docks this morning. Careful leaps and jumps carried him from one chimney to another, or similarly reinforced parts of the rooftops. He'd crashed through enough ceilings before to learn about avoiding the more flimsy sections. Thus the sturdy construction of his accommodations came as a welcome surprise. The many small windows that adorned the building slightly less so. It'd be a tight squeeze, but he could probably still slip his way out. A quick entry through one was probably right out though unless he planned on knocking out the entire window frame.

While Bermuda's trams might have been smooth and efficient, there was something to be said about simply ignoring the streets and pathways and cutting one's own path. Even with the pauses to sight see, Shou landed with a heavy thud in the street before the trams. And just because he had gone under the influence once tonight did not mean he had to pass on the opportunity for some less fruity drinks. His belongings were not particularly numerous nor did they need to be unpacked immediately for any reason. All he had to do was freshen up before he retired for tonight.

Thus when Kiran did arrive, he'd be met with Shou sitting in the tavern. Balancing his chair somewhat precariously as he munched away at a bratwurst while a mug of dark lager sat on the table before him.
@SilverPaw

While a great number of rumors about the powers that be in the Occident had reached the Orient, more fringe theories were largely kept out of the reports that Shou had been granted. Thus it was of his own deduction that he came to the conclusion that Frau Konigsmahne had quite the mechanical personality. Her expression may have been awfully blank, but her intentions were quite clear as she studied him. The question was not a rejection, so he imposed himself on her further and placed his plate and several glasses of refreshments on the table across from her.

"Mainly socialization," he broke the silence before it could drag on long enough to be considered awkward. He chuckled a bit at her rather courteous manner of speaking, and swapped out the chair for something more suited for an Egoist like himself. "Shou Zheng," he introduced himself as he dropped himself into the rather plush seat. "Business though? In a strict sense I suppose, but it would be more akin to training for the both of us. It was quite hard not to notice that student shielding you earlier after all. Speaking of which, where is he? I don't believe the cut he suffered was that serious."

"Socialization..." An interesting answer, yet unsurprising as Lucy was aware that her peers loved to do this... activity, apparently it was important and she was the weird one for not wanting to waste her time with pointless small talks and fruitless discussions. Why should she socialize when she could be furthering her studies and working on her projects? No one could live forever, no? Thus, every person had a limited time on Earth and wasting said time with this 'socialization' was unwise. Regardless, just as only a minority of the populace were polymaths, it seemed the same could be true for wisdom. Nevertheless, perhaps the slightly-older student had a specific purpose in mind, just like Mr. Gharbi, she shouldn't rule out that possibility.

The silver-haired girl watched Shou swapped the standard dining chair for one that could accommodate his self-modified body better, judging from the fins on his ears and piscine tail, his Egoist Formulization must be themed around aquatic creatures. "An excellent swimmer, likely could breathe underwater, among other abilities commonly shared by Egoists..." She self-mused about him, only stopping when he took a seat and started 'socializing'. Oh, how unexpected, it seemed he was curious about Mr. Gharbi instead, but why he did he approach her instead of Kalil himself? Indeed it's because he also didn't know of his whereabouts, so this confirmed that she didn't miss him, the Mughal Polymath really was not present in the Hall of the Greats.

"An excellent question, Mr. Zheng, for I am searching for the same answer. We are supposed to rendezvous here for a dance, but it seemed he is late, or I am too early." She explained matter-of-factly in Latin, "Fortunately, it wasn't and after the nurse treated it with disinfectant and clean bandages, he will recover in a matter of days." She continued her meal for a few more cuts before her green eyes blinked once.

Hmmm... Egoists... the defector that Franz mentioned was an Egoist... so, perhaps? But, what were the odds? There were hundreds of Egoists here, it could be any of them, hell, they could be not even physically here in Bermuda. Thus, while it was a tempting proposition to address the topic, Lucy deduced that the chance was far too slim without further information from either her family or employer.

With that said, what could she say to Mr. Zheng? She didn't plan for this encounter, she had nothing to say to him, which was why this socialization activity is so pointless... it achieves nothing. "...do you need me for something else, Mr. Zheng?"

“Good, good. It’d be a shame if it was anything too serious.” He nodded a few times before he took a moment and dug into the plate of food before him. He also took the time to consider the younger girl he sat across. She was far too expressionless to come across as rude or haughty. From the rumors he had heard of her, disinterest seemed to be the most apt word to describe her. There was only so much that Shou could come up with after a few moments of interaction though.

An eyebrow of his climbed just slightly as her attention seemed to be drawn to his more inhuman features. The apparent curiosity seemed to last only a moment though, and it wasn’t addressed either as she sought a close to their conversation instead. “I was wondering if you’d entertain the idea of further training though. Given that earlier mishap, it seems that a quicker reaction time might serve you well,” he explained himself as he nodded towards the folded up form of Schwarzritter next to her. “Personally, I am curious to see how well I can fare against your famous creation as there aren’t many things comparable to it.”

"It'd be a shame if it couldn't perform to its utmost, no?" Shou asked with a small grin and a most earnest tone. Heavens knew that it seemed unlikely he'd be able to bait a reaction from her, so why bother trying?

"Training..." Oh, he meant training her own body to perform better in the face of danger, ah of course, he was an Egoist and all, it'd make perfect sense for him to suggest that. However, Lucy saw the matter in a different light, it wasn't her who needed to improve, it's Schwarzritter that was currently limited in its functions, but should she even waste Shou's time with matters that he likely not understand? Her answer came when he addressed Schwarzritter directly, at that very moment, Shou could see that unmistakable glint of passionate interest in the young girl's green eyes. He better be prepared for a rant, he asked for this after all.

"Oh, indeed, that's a good point, Mr. Zheng. Schwarzritter is currently unable to act by himself, he needs my commands to do so, either via voice or direct contact," Lucretia put her fork and knife down as she seemed to entirely abandon the notion of eating, at least for the moment, "You see, the reason for his inaction when those glass shards fell upon me was because I, myself didn't realize such an accident had transpired, and thus I was unable to command Schwarzritter to shield me. I am the weakest link in his functions." At this point in the technologist prodigy's rant, perhaps Shou could get an inkling that the hypothesis he told Jeanne regarding Lucy's business with Franz wasn't inaccurate, "It is for this reason that the next major breakthrough I need to make him truly perfect is self-automation, a machine capable of independent actions though a pre-defined set of logic parameters, emulating the mind of a person." She nodded satisfyingly to herself a few times in succession, "Tis' will also mean unlocking the secrets of the automaton concept, and I believe it can be done, just as Paracelsus once discovered Polymathy, so will I discover automatons."

Her rant ended, she didn't even realize that she might have put off people, ordinary people her age mostly, but fortunately, Shou was also a genius and despite his major being different, the fact remained that he was among the world's brightest youths. "Of course, I will welcome chances to gather more data for Schwarzritter's functions through practical experiments, however... She paused for a moment, studying Shou's aquatic features again. "I didn't engineer him to be operated in a hydrosphere... would it be fair to you to engage him on dry land?" Lucy inquired, all of her attention were now focused on Shou, for better or worse.

In the background, the orchestra somehow shifted to a particularly pro-Britain song, instigated by a particularly 'drunk' student, but since it's not "Deutschland über alles", she paid no particular attention to it, what she did pay particular attention toward was the symphony's requester himself, the person she had promised a dance for. So... Kalil was finally here, hmmm... between a dance and talking about Schwarzritter, it was abundantly clear where her priorities lied. Besides, it seemed Kalil was busy with someone else anyway, an older British boy with dark hair and golden eyes, wearing that distinctive top hat, one of his friends perhaps? They seemed quite jolly together.

"So, Mr. Zheng, what do you think?" She pressed him for an answer, her eyes opened wider than the usual blank stare, and one of her hands petting the backpack-shaped metal contraption as if it's a beloved canine companion.

If anything, the glint in Lucretia’s eyes only made Shou lean forward with a continued grin. It was always nice to see some genuine passion and enthusiasm from subject matter experts, and he rarely disliked listening to them speak. While the information might not be personally applicable, who knew when some tidbit of knowledge might prove to be useful.

He continued to eat while Lucretia spoke, but at a slightly slower pace so that he’d be free to respond if an opportunity presented itself. Sometimes it was best to just let them talk without interrupting their train of thought. For all that the conversation may have gotten off to a slow start, it didn’t seem like interacting with Lucretia was all too difficult. Just be straightforward with her and have something that wasn’t a waste of her time~ Though he wasn’t sure how well that would work out as friend material... He put those thoughts aside as she made her declaration though and nodded along with her. “Mhmm, I imagined it was something along those lines if you sought out Herr Steiner so quickly.”

“There’s not many with similar adaptations to mine, so most of my experience is on land to begin with,” he explained. “I’ve only heard rumors regarding your creation, but unless it overshadows the Leopards and their controllers currently in service, I believe we should all be able to learn from these tests.” He had no doubt that Lucretia’s masterpiece boasted some impressive performance, but she had said so herself. All that performance was directed by her in the end, and he had no idea what sort of training she had received.

Before he could ask though, a rather loud and boisterous shout caused him to glance over his shoulder. Had someone gotten that drunk already? After recognizing the student responsible and seeing the pipe in his hands? Apparently they had just gotten high instead. “I’d say he looks rather recovered already,” Shou remarked with a chuckle as he turned his attention back towards Lucretia.

“While we can always figure out where we need to start after our first tests, I am curious as to how Schwarzritter might differ from other panzermensch in function. When commanded by voice the Leopards are… somewhat simple in their attack patterns,” he allowed with a shrug. “They’re much more skilled when controlled directly, but of course that varies from one controller to the next."

"Ah, Herr Franz Steiner, ja." The silver-haired girl nodded gingerly, approving of Shou's knowledge of the Austrian Mesmerologist, "Indeed, while many simply dismiss mesmerology as a faux major, I think otherwise. I've hypothesized that Mesmerology may be the key to construct an artificial mind. After all, plenty of technological innovations are based off what already exists in nature, and the brain is part of nature." Lucy continued explaining, it wouldn't take a genius to see that Shou had found the key to her heart, the type of geniuses who has limitless passion toward their interests and little for everything else.

In return, whether out of genuine interest or as a form of feedback to keep Shou's attention on her, Lucy listened to his explanations regarding his own major. Although since he's a fellow polymath, perhaps it was indeed genuine interest as Lucy rarely did something just for the sake of politeness. "So aquatic egoists are rare? I see..." Then her eyes practically perked up when he mentioned the Leopards, one of Germany's most compact, reliable, and thus mass-produced Panzermensch. "Ah, the Leopards, well, they are Panzermenschs, while my creation is a drone, not meant to house a pilot, although I understand how they can be confused." With both of them being hulking metal constructs and all, "As of right now, in a straight up combat encounter, a Leopard defeats Schwarzritter in pure combat prowess, She paused for a moment to let her words sink in before continuing with a confident emphasis, "However, Schwarzritter possesses many advantages over a Leopard." Judging from the small smirk curled at the corner of her lips, she was definitely going to chew Shou's fin-ears out with another rant.

"First, Schwarzritter is capable of aerial traversal, counteracting gravity via the Peizogravitas Formula, making it far more versatile. Second, he's capable of folding into a compact size when not needed as you can see right now. Third, indeed his capacity of receiving and reacting to commands are notably more efficient than a Leopard as Schwarzritter was designed as a drone, not a bipedal vehicle, a Leopard best functions when manually-controlled as it should be, being a Panzermensch. And last but not least, fourth, he's far from finished, I fully intend to keep working on his design and once I've unlocked the secrets to full automation, he'll be able to take on even the most skilled pilot without a single command from me aside from "Engage!"." Lucretia huffed with her eyes closed, very satisfied at her ambitions and her means to achieve them. At this point, her plan to dance with Kalil was nothing but forgotten.

"So, of course, Mr. Zheng, we can arrange for a test once we've received our academic schedules." She finished before deciding to continue with her meal, now with more emotions in her gesture.

“Well, I hope he can produce some worthy results then. I haven’t heard much about his work,” Shou admitted with a shrug. “Most of the news I have heard involves him being on the bad side of his country’s nobility.” Then again there must have been something about Franz that had granted him entry to Bermuda. Whether the man was a snake and charlatan, or the real deal was something Shou had yet to determine, but he hoped it wouldn’t end up too troublesome for anyone who got involved with the other student.

“Slightly more uncommon, ja. Most people don’t make their livings upon the seas after all.” He replied and nodded before he leaned back into his seat to listen. “Ah. I did recall an explanation for why the Leopards take so much time to shift between use and transport forms.” Something about how they wanted to make sure the pilots weren’t inadvertently crushed to death if the Leopard was compromised and forced to compact on itself. Chuckling softly as she finally looked a bit more like someone her age, Shou raised an eyebrow as he waited for her to no doubt espouse the greatness of her own masterpiece.

“Flying does grant it a lot more options and mobility,” Shou agreed with a nod as he looked at the box floating next to Lucretia. He had seen it hover next to the girl earlier when its full bulk was on display, but it had been a first for him. The Leopards were great, hulking constructs after all, and each step that had taken shook the ground. Utterly incomparable to the way Schwarzritter glided through the air smoothly at its creator’s side. Now if the slight hum that came from all the power flowing through it, the blue glowing lines that ran over its frame, and the cre- Well, maybe there was still quite a bit of things to be done before Schwarzritter could be considered stealthy by any means.

“I suppose his bulk doesn’t quite lend an air of femininity.” With how much time and effort she had poured into Schwarzritter’s creation, it wasn’t too odd that she treated it like an actual companion. If her ambitions were made real, that might not just be a quirk either~ “Indeed. Let’s see if we can’t make it so you can do that together first,” he agreed with a smile.

Shou Zheng

Alas, the young German's peace wasn't to last for long. The commotion with the lights may have caused a momentary distraction, one that was further lengthened by his conversation with Jeanne, but in the end Shou did return to the laid out feast for another plate of food. He sampled his way from table to table, and the dishes he found to his liking were piled upon the plate. There was no point in returning to an empty table across the hall, and the dance floor seemed like it had finally attracted some attention.

He paused when he saw that it was Inti at the center of attention though. It wasn't too odd given how excitable and outgoing the boy had been during their conversation, and despite the clash between his style and the Occidental orchestra, it didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm much. It was good to see that the other boy was enjoying himself instead of beating himself up over a simple accident at the least.

His hands were a bit too full to join the others out on the dance floor at the moment though, and he shuddered a bit as the orchestra continued with its next performance. He preferred his dances a bit more energetic and frantic than this slow-paced swaying. Regardless of his preferences though, they weren’t going to matter until he finished eating his full. There were plenty of empty tables by the dance floor as students migrated from one to the other, but he made his way towards a table occupied by one instead.

It was a shame that her construct had already been folded back into its compact form though. Testing its stability as a perch would have been fun, if incredibly rude and off putting to the heiress. Then again, given how she apparently had to be protected by another student rather than her own creation earlier? She could have used a few more surprises to help refine her reactions a bit. Like Jeanne had said, the machine currently mattered less than the man wielding it.

"Frau Konigsmahne," he called out while still a few feet away from her table. "May I join you for dinner?"

@Izurich

Just Chatting? Jeanne du Bordeaux and Shou Zheng



With his head briefly bowed, Shou missed the brief flicker of light that bled through Jeanne's fist. By the time he straightened his posture and met her blue eyes, there was nothing seemingly out of place. "Zheng," he introduced himself with a grin. "Shou is fine too if you wish to drop the Monsieur." He tilted his head as he considered her warning for a moment before his lips curled into more of a smirk. "Well, it would make things a bit more exciting. Haven't even found a Technologist willing to put their works to a test yet," he griped with a shake of his head, "granted the Titania wasn't the best site for tests of that sort."

Before he continued though, Shou offered out a hand for Jeanna to shake and a chance to intoduce herself in turn.

"Jeanne" She gave his hand a brisk shake. "Jeanne du Bordeaux. From your... interesting, appearance, you are an Egoist, no? Careful what you ask for, Monsieur Zheng. Not all have forgotten the war."

"You'd think so, but drugs have proved that the body is quite malleable," Shou replied after a measured handshake. "But yes, I am an Egoist like many of my family. I'm sure someone back home would have a fit at the possibility of Technologism replicating our advancements."

A glance over his shoulder followed Jeanne's own from moments ago, and he exhaled sharply. "Hard to imagine they have when the Konig's heir has her floating death machine with her. That's not even going into the other militaristic Polymaths among our peers. Though I'm not sure if you would be among them. The stories I've heard about your exploits all seem rather destructive enough to count."

Jeanne simply waved those comments away. "Bah, those were but experiments upon which to test out my machines. The machine matters not when it comes to killing, for it is the Man that commits it. The Germans would have you believe the heartless machines would win wars, and parade around ridiculous overengineered machines such as those she brings."There was no question of who she was refering to.

"But..." She took a closer look at Shou. "I have heard it took a hundred times what a normal man can take, to kill an Egoist. I cannot deny it would be amusing to see how well you fare against my machines. Tell me, Monsieur Zheng, have you experienced well the knowledge of Technologists while travelling? I've assumed with your form, you have much experience under your belt, even with your age."

He supposed the rumors he had heard about her all had carried a sort of derisive tone to them. "Such blunt honesty is refreshing," Shou remarked before he clicked his tongue. "I suppose that might be why she sought out the budding Mesmerologist then. True automation seems unlikely without unlocking the secrets of the mind, and I'm sure the Germans can't wait until they no longer have to dirty their hands with such barbarism."

"In my case, I believe it would be dozens," he answered with a confident nod before he took a few moments to consider her question. "Not as much as I would like if we're being honest. With my family's reputation, most law abiding citizens are somewhat reserved when it comes to indulging my desires to test myself. Pirates on the other hand? Well, they don't mind breaking out the lightning guns and power loaders at all!"

"Ah... Such experience you have then." Jeanne could barely hold back a smug smirk, trying to suppress it into a small smile but only managing an odd sort of condenscending exression halfway between a grin and a smirk. "I suppose the majority of Technologists are unenlightened brutes such as them. The light of understanding seems to evade quite a lot of people after all. Those pirates you speak of seems no more than unwashed louts barely able to string together a light."

Shou on the other hand had no such compulsion and snorted with amusement at Jeanne's expression. "Most of them weren't even Polymaths, just lucky brutes that managed to get some better equipment than their peers. They did put up a bit more of a fight at the least." He rubbed the side of his gut briefly afterwards before he raised an eyebrow.

"And what would you be then, Madame? Are you truly enlightened, or seeking the fuel to grow your spark brighter?" It wasn't the first time he had heard something along the lines of what Jeanne espoused. Usually people didn't like hearing that sort of thing either, and the resulting conflict was at least interesting, if not even fun~

Jeanne's smirk grew wider at that. "Who knows? Perhaps I shall be the one to bring the dawn upon the world and have come here to do so. Perhaps I shall do nothing, and remain perfectly content living shrouded in obscurity. Enlightened or a glory hound? Which one do you think I am?"

"If you wanted obscurity, you've chosen a very interesting spot to try and achieve that. I'd hate to find out that there was no substance to what you've said as well, so why not both? A bit of fame is warranted for the torchbearer after all."

"Reality is often disappointing." Fishing in her pocket, Jeanne pulled out a round button, a domed circle with a flat bottom. It looked like bronze, with a beautiful relief of the morning star upon it, but it would be clear it was made of something similar to porcelain once one held it. She tossed it to Shou. "Here. Find me again after this if you still wish to test yourself against a true Technologist."

"All the more reason to try and make things interesting." He caught the small object between his fingers and held it up to examine for a moment. His thumb rubbed against the design embedded onto it before he nodded in response. "Sounds like a plan then. I'll be in touch." With another brief bow, he finally turned away from Jeanne and headed back into the throng of students.

Shou Zheng

Shou had only just dropped his plate off with one of the servers when a sudden shout caught his attention. While not particularly defeaning with the size of the hall, there was a stark difference between the din of casual conversation and a cry of command. The size of the hall would have made finding the cause a bit difficult though if not for the unfurling of a German golem. He watched it form and ready itself with interest through narrowed eyes, and put the thought of food out of his mind for the moment.

Instead of trying to slip his way through the students that were drawn to the commotion, Shou took advantage of the opera boxes that lined the second floor. A casual jump gave him enough height to reach the railings that lined each private area, but he did wince a bit as the metal bent underneath his grip. They probably would have crumpled under the impact if he tried to land on them. He turned his attention out towards the rest of the hall quickly though and squinted at the two figures next to the golem. Well, he could only see one of them given the floating construct's bulk, but his posture made it quite clear that there was another held in his arms. The attire narrowed down the possibilities, but without getting a look at the man's face it was hard for him to say who it was. The person being held was quite obviously the Konigsmahne's heir though. Her Schwarzritter could hardly be mistaken for anything else.

"Pfft." He couldn't help it, and it's not like there was anyone else up here to hear Shou snort as he realized what had happened. From his perspective he could see the chandelier above with its missing bulb, and the red struck a nice contrast with the student's white clothes. Inti's little demonstration seemed to have done more than just flashbang a poor Egoist, but it was a bit odd. The bulbs weren't particular massive nor made of thick glass. Was he just unlucky or had the injury been planned to garner some sympathy?

Hard to say with just a look from afar, and it seemed like the pair were quick to escape from prying eyes. A few moments later and the mess had already been cleaned up by some of the staff. From is vantage point, Shou took the opportunity to scout out the hall a bit further. The change in music seemed to have brought some students out to the dance floor, and it seemed that Inti was among them. No need to return to their table then. With that in mind, he took a moment to stretch his legs as he hopped from one empty box to another. When the next was finally occupied, he descended just as swiftly as he had taken to the second floor. His tail smacked against the floor as a brace after he hopped the railing again, and he smooth his clothes out as he stood.

"Ah, hopefully that didn't startle you," he remarked to the blonde he found himself in front of as he bowed briefly. If she had been in any danger of being bowled over by him, Shou would have seen her beforehand he hopped down.

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Just Chatting: Inti Ruq'a and Shou Zheng

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Unsurprisingly, everything he had taken onto his plate was at the very least delicious. Some had flavors that he hadn’t expected while others perhaps paled a bit compared to the ones back home, but there was nothing that would keep him from clearing the plate. He munched along with a satisfied expression, but slowed his pace as he noticed someone approach his table. It took him a few moments to actually recognize the other student, but that was still pretty good in Shou’s mind. There were two thousand of them here on the island after all, and he hadn’t spoken with the Incan Polymath beyond an enthusiastic introduction when he had first boarded the Titania.

With that knowledge, the language clicked quickly for Shou and he twirled the chopsticks around in his hand as he shifted mental gears. While he was familiar with Quechua, it didn’t come to him as naturally yet. It was a good opportunity to practice, though, and he shook his head at Inti’s question. Before he even got a chance to respond though, Inti had already moved onto other questions. Waiting patiently for a chance to interject with a faintly amused smile, Shou leaned back into the seat’s backrest.

“Quechua is fine. Been awhile, need the practice anyways,” he responded in Quechua before he nodded towards the seat. “For your questions. It’s fine, the table’s plenty large. These are…” Shou trailed off for a moment, and quickly realized that he had absolutely no idea what the word in Quechua was. “Chopsticks,” he said in Latin before he returned to Inti’s native tongue. “Utensils from home,” he explained before he picked up another piece of food and popped it in his mouth. “Inti, right?” He asked after his mouth was empty.

"Right!" the boy, Inti, replied. He looked completely chuffed to be recognized, a grin spreading across his face. "And you are Zheng Shou," Inti said as a matter-of-factly. He had taken to heart all of the names the students had given to him in reply aboard the Queen Titania. Of course there had been some students that did not deign to respond to his greetings, but most had at least given a polite response with their name in kind - this was how Inti recognized them, not by their reputations but their very first meetings, however brief.

Inti leaned back in his chair a little. "Chopsticks," he repeated. Another new thing to commit to memory. "We use forks in Tawantinsuyu, when we don't just use our hands." He wiggled his fingers playfully for emphasis, but ended up using a utensil anyway. As he munched on a few of the samples of food he'd gotten for himself, Inti glanced out at the hall and the other mingling students before looking back at Shou again.

"I think that's gonna be the coolest part of this. All the different people from all over the world, and all the things they can do." Smiling widely, he went on. "And all the things they bring with them. For example, this thing!" Inti jabbed his fork into one of the food items on his plate, one that was unfamiliar to him, which happened to be a wurst. "It tastes amazing but I have no idea what it is!"

"Many do in the Middle East as well," Shou remarked after snorting lightly at the other boy's gesture. Looking around as Inti spoke again, he found himself nodding along. "Agreed. Even if I can't travel, I can meet the people," he remarked as he watched his peers. All of them prodigies in their own right with claims to fame, and Inti was no different. Although as he turned his attention back towards the enthusiastic boy, it would have been easy to forget that.

"It's German. Don't know how someone thought to stuff a ground animal back into its own intestines," Shou explained as he shook his head slowly. While he was no food historian, some of the food he had come across and sampled in his travels were.. baffling. Not that his home was free from its own share of questionable dishes. “You haven’t travelled much? I’ve only heard a bit about what goes on in Inca,” Shou admitted with a slight shrug.

"If you're curious, I can tell you everything I know," Inti said. He'd been surprised at Shou's explanation of the food, but not enough to stop him from eating it. "But anything outside of Qusqu is..."

He trailed off, furrowing his brows in thought. He wondered to himself just how much he actually knew about the Inca Empire as well. It would be good to compare his knowledge and the knowledge of an outsider, though Shou had already mentioned he didn't know much.

"This is the first time I've left my home," Inti explained, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth, "not having traveled much is understatement. I... don't know how common that is? Or uncommon? You know about the Middle East and Germany, and even Tawantinsuyu if only a little. How many places have you been?"

“It’s probably pretty common,” Shou reassured Inti. “Most Polymaths seem to be kept close to home. My family is just a bit strange about it,” he explained before he set his chopsticks down and closed his eyes with a smile. “From Japan to Spain, I’ve been lucky enough to sail all along the southern coasts. A bit of sailing in the Mediterranean as well. My family wouldn’t let me on any journeys to the New World though, so I only know of it through books and stories I’ve been told.” Perhaps he was being a bit boastful, but Shou was quite proud of his days spent at sea since he turned 12.

"That's amazing! Visiting so many places and going so far from home on a boat." That was what he'd meant by coasts and sailing, right? Surely it was. "Your family, do they go with you sometimes? Are they all like...?"

Inti motioned to the other boy's fins and gills, not quite sure how to phrase his question exactly. An entire family of aquatic Egoists sailing the seven seas sounded like great fun, and Inti wondered if that was the case.

”Usually one of them was in charge. Aunts and uncles mostly, but I did go sailing with my brothers once,” Shou answered with a wistful smile. He looked down at his unique features as Inti trailed off and chuckled for a moment. ”Fishy?” He supplied for the other boy before he shook his head. ”Not all, but most. The elders always say it’s because of our great Ancestor. Maybe it’s just because we’re a family of sailors though. All the stories we’re told draw us to the oceans, and our Formulizations reflect that.”

"Yes, Fishy," Inti laughed, "Ah, that sounds so nice. Traveling with your family, moving around freely..." the Inca sounded almost wistful, despite his young age.

”What about you though Inti? Us Egoists are pretty easy to read, but I admit I’m not sure what you specialize in.”

"Me? I am a Dynamicist," Inti said. A simple, somewhat lacking response compared to the excitement he'd shown while listening to his tablemate talk. There stretched a moment between the two boys where silence reigned as Inti failed to elaborate, but then he suddenly blinked and titled his head like he'd just remembered something. Finally, he went on.

"It's not flashy on the outside, but I learned that Polymaths see formulae differently. For me, it makes the whole world glittery. Sometimes too much. Everything, even you and around you - " he waved his hand, making a crude outline of Shou. " - has this... shimmery kind of surface. It's a bit hard to explain." For the first time since they'd started talking, Inti looked a little embarrassed that he couldn't describe his vision the way he wanted to. To compensate, he leaned in a little closer to Shou and said, "but I could show you how it works?"

The drawn out pause made Shou wonder if Inti’s specialization was something he was meant to keep a secret. If the other boy had gained entry to Bermuda, it couldn’t be anything that was simply ordinary or something to be ashamed of. Could it?

Nodding his head as Inti spoke again, Shou looked down at himself at the gesture. Even now he could see qi crackle and race through his body with every small twitch and flex. ”I’ve heard that before. Some peers complained about how Egoists and Technologists had solid references.” Nudging his plate off to the side, Shou propped his elbow on the table as he leaned in. ”That’d be great.”

"Okay, hold on." Inti's eyes flickered around Shou's frame as he considered taking hold of whatever mysterious force he was perceiving around the well traveled Egoist. Eventually the crimson irises trailed upward to the ceiling, where elaborate chandeliers hung illuminating the hall. The nearest one hung overhead, and Inti nodded to it while murmuring, "it's a little bit far, but I think I can reach it... And then I should be able to..."

He stared up, raising his hands to cradle something unseen. With one arm he reached up higher little by little until his fingers just grasped at something. Gently he closed his fist around it... then twisted it sharply.

The lights on the chandelier began glowing brighter, and in a chain reaction the increase in light spread from fixture to fixture. The dim corners of the hall and the darkened balcony were awash in light until a short "oops" escaped Inti's lips. His hand fumbled like he'd lost his grip on whatever it was he was touching, and the lights around the hall flickered briefly before they settled back to their original illumination level. All was normal again, though the overhead chandelier took a little extra time to correct itself.

"Ahaha... well..." he retracted his arms, shaking his hand to rid it of invisible stardust. "It's basically like that."

Shou followed Init’s gaze upwards and raised an eyebrow as his attention settled on the chandelier right above their table. The other boy couldn’t possibly specialize in either light or electricity could he? One would be far too valuable for any government to simply let out of their sights. Bermuda might have been a collaborative work between nations, but if he was here? Other nations must have also had their own among the students and staff.

It seemed like he manipulated the flow of electricity as Shou was forced to squint a bit at the sudden spike in brightness. His ears twitched as a yelp from somewhere in the hall caught his attention, and Shou looked around before he settled on another Egoist that seemed to be shielding their eyes. “Oops, indeed,” he chimed in with a slight laugh as he clapped and then looked back at Inti.

“Almost like lightning. Coming from Inca though... magnetism?” Shou guessed after all the lights had returned to normal. Not with any scientific basis to figure out what was going on, but more so because it was one of the tidbits he remembered about the New World.

"And you said you only know a little about the empire!" Inti laughed, nodding his head to confirm Shou's guess about his specialization. "You're right. I'm still learning about it myself too." Which, of course, was one of the many reasons Polymaths were invited to this place. Hone their formalizations, make their countries proud.

The little lightning stunt cast eyes in the boys' direction, as anyone that had looked over and seen the dark skinned Polymath with his hand in the air sent suspicious or disdainful looks over at the two of them. Optimistic, Inti ignored them - though he hoped he hadn't gotten Shou on some kind of social black list over a parlor trick.

“There’s much more to learn about your home,” Shou replied with a smile of his own. If he cared for any of the looks being sent in their direction, he didn’t give any indication. “Be back in a bit,” he excused himself as he stood and picked up his empty plate.
Shou Zheng

As the tours came to an end, Shou found there was little he could complain about the facilities and accommodations offered by the Academy. He might have grown accustomed to life aboard merchant and naval ships, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn his nose up at a bit of comfort and luxury. The weeks spent aboard the Queen Titania had shown he had no trouble sleeping in the softest of beds. With the gentle call of the waves against the sandy beaches in the distance and a slight kiss of salt in the air? There would be no trouble relaxing and enjoying his time spent at the Academy.

Diving into the ocean beneath the setting sun might have been his first choice after being cooped up in an airship all the way to Bermuda, but a grand and opulent party wasn’t bad either. The barrage to his senses was rather pleasant, and he quickly took in all that the hall had to offer as he stepped inside. Music had never been of much interest to him, and he paid little attention to the symphony as background noise. Instead, his ears twitched a bit as he caught all manners of conversations. While many were spoken in Latin, there were perhaps just as many being carried out in the students’ native tongues.

While he kept an ear out on the off-chance something important slipped, Shou personally enjoyed the array of scents that filled the hall from the laid out feast. There was plenty of unfamiliar fare to sample and taste, and he started to fill up a plate for himself. If this were a more official ceremony, he may have first changed his clothes like some of the other students had. For a welcome ceremony that the students were supposed to enjoy? Having alterations made to suit him seemed like a waste of time and materials, however small, when he was perfectly comfortable as is.

With a well-laden plate in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other, Shou cast his gaze around the hall as he waited for the chef to finish with his last request. Within the crowd of his peers it was easy to see numerous Egoists like himself. ‘What do each of them strive for?’ He wondered as he looked from one to another. In between them Polymaths of all kinds, geniuses of his generation. It was a bit of a shame their specializations were not so readily apparent. Certainly it would have made his task a lot easier. “Thanks.” Leaving his thoughts alone for a moment, he nodded towards the man before finally making his way to one of the tables that lined the walls of the hall.

Sipping from one of the glasses, he had to weave a bit here and there as his tail whipped back and forth to slip through the other students without bumping into anyone. The slight fizz and sweetness to the bubbling drink was quite different and nice to what they drank back home. Weaker too if he could barely differentiate the alcohol within from the carbonation.

Taking one of the seats that were designed to accommodate an Egoist with a tail such as himself, Shou started eating right away. The Academy had even been thoughtful enough to provide chopsticks alongside the more typical Western utensils.

Iz gud. smh not 'seaborn' though. Is the shipwreck due to straying too close to Australia, or a separate thing?


I considered it. Nyeht.

As for the whole shipwreck situation, it was supposed to be a separate thing. The details aren't particularly set in stone though, so if Australia makes more sense then that's fine too. Whole down under thing.
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