Ashton smiles at the girl as he begins to walk towards the classroom behind Asher. He was only partially listening to their conversation about Lu-xun. When they near the classroom Asher asks the girl what her name is. "Yeah, you haven't introduced yourself yet, i don't want to get your attention by yelling book girl from across the hall." He says with a smile on his face. As Asher opens the door a dusty eraser plops to the ground in a cloud of chalk dust. "Well, the first prank of the year went wrong, i can't tell if thats a good or bad thing."

As Asthon walks in he looks at the Teacher in the room. "Hello ma'am sorry were a little late, i wanted to help this girl carry her books so i hope you aren't too mad at us." He walks past her still carrying the large pile of books in his arms. He looks for a seat and when he finds one he likes he goes over to it and sets the books down on the desk. "Hey, why don't we sit here?" He calls to Asher and the Girl. Ashton looks at the seat and spots another dusty eraser on the seat, he picks it up and walks over to the teacher. "I think you misplaced this." He says with a smile and he sets it on the chalkboard then returns to the seat he chose.

Creed, not one to waste a good eraser joke, cracked his fingers and pulled his strings out of his shoulder once more to began playing, this time using a bit more of a mellow bass riff that would draw attention to him as its colors of yellow and purple rippled out, or more specifically, his fingers that were strumming the strings. With a flick of his free pinkie finger on the strung hand out towards the eraser Ashton had placed on the board, he attached a near-invisible guitar string to the chalk-filled bomb with a quick twist. With one more flick, he reeled it back in and set it back down on the chair before anyone caught him, using his visual show to act as both a sight deterrent as he withdrew the string and an ADD suppressant. If someone saw the eraser on the chair again, ah well. If they didn't, he got his whitened wish. Either way, win-win. With his deed done, he kept played, both to make it look like it wasn't him that did that, and to keep passing time(Hey, some people just wanna jam.)

The two twins stepped through the door, after the slim, silver haired, girl. Crimson was the first to step through the door, his brother followed after. Crimson's eyes quickly swept the class' surroundings, while Silver looked through the class trying to spot William from the group. It seemed that somehow they had made it before him. Maybe there's another class nearby? Silver wondered, pondering if he did have a second chance to apologize. His thoughts interrupted as Crimson hooked arms with his brother, ''Hey, Aniki, our Sensei!'' He nudged his twin brother as he pointed out Ms. Proodles with a quick motion of his head. Looking over Silver's eyes widened instantly but before he could make any more notes of his teacher's appearance he was tugged harshly along. Standing nearest to the middle of the room, Crimson unlocked his arm from his brothers, to give the teacher a proper bow, which Silver copied flawlessly. ''We will be in your care.'' Their voices overlapped in harmony, after they straightened up and moved closer to the edge of the class, giving the rest of the students a wide birth. Crimson didn't give any care in the world that they may have been a tinsy-bit late, though as Silver was going to bring up the subject, Crimson simply and promptly turned his head away from his brother before he could make a peep.

Looking now to the other students gathered in the room, Crimson held a criticizing stare to those who held the Meister badge. Feeling the cold shoulder vibe from his brother, mostly to the fact he may be a little over exited at the thought of being able to choose a Meister, Silver simply looked down to his feet. He knew and left the decision making to Crimson since long ago, after all he had no real choice. It was after a moment that something caught Silver's attention, though it wasn't the sudden play of music but something he caught in his peripherals.

Crimson was about to take a seat, his eyes still harsh as he gave the meister's in the room an uncomfortable stare. Instead of finding himself sitting on a nice leveled chair he could feel the warmth and quite oddly un-leveled lap of his brother instead. With out turning his head, Crimson stood back up after a long moments pause, ''Aniki?''-''Yes, Aniki?'' Silver gave a light squeak as he found him self sitting with a squinted look, he had taken the seat his brother had wanted, thus making sure his brother wouldn't sit on the sudden chalk filled eraser. ''...What are you sitting on?''-''Your chai-'' Before Silver could finish, Crimson had his brother by the shirt of his collar, lifting him onto his feet. With his head turned slightly, he had a look to see what his brother was up to. Having looked passed Silver's shoulder, he noticed a rather squished board eraser with chalk dust surrounding it. Pulling his brother against him, pulling the back of his brothers pants out with his other hand, he noticed it had been nicely whitened like a newly powdered baby.

Pushing Silver back down into the same seat, allowing the chalk to further whiten his brother's underside, Crimson turned to face the rest of the class about to let out an uproar. Much to his dismay and surprise he had become a bit too dumbfounded to yell at anyone. Just as sudden as he turned around, Crimson received a chalk filled eraser to the face by such an unsuspecting culprit. With a click and clack, as the wooden side of the thrown eraser hit the ground, crimson sat back down onto his brothers lap. For once in a long time, Crimson didn't know how to react to such an odd act of childish behavior coming from someone with such stature. ''Aniki?''-''Yes, Aniki?'' ''Did Sensei just hit me with that?'' -''Yes, Aniki.''

Ms. Proodles stood as if victory had been hers. A white fist lifted in the air, with one foot on a chair, her glass' gleaming in the room's light. She could forgive the three students who came walking in with loads of books but the twins, no, she couldn't find it in her to restrain herself. She stood there like that for a minute before then turning at the waist and pointing out too those who brought in the large amount of unnecessary books. ''You three!'' She wondered with a strict voice then slouched her shoulders as she couldn't comprehend as to why they needed to bring in so many books. ''You shouldn't bring in so many... unnecessary items.'' She gave them a raised curious brow, ''The school does have its own library. A Big one.''

Moving closer to the books, she peeked over some of the tittles and decided to let it pass for today. ''Any way, I'll let this slide. You do only need the bare minimum for this type of class you know.'' Peering over her shoulder, she began a mental head count of the students present. ''1.'' She noted aloud the missing number of students. ''Pity.'' She moved now towards Creed, reaching out she placed a finger against his nose, giving him a strict glare. ''Class has started. You may think I'm impressed by your half transformation dear Birdy, I have definitely heard better.'' She hadn't, mostly because she wasn't too fond of any particular music, she had no ear for it. Pulling her hand away, she'd left a white chalk finger print behind as she headed to the front of the class. ''Right, before we get on with the class, is there any one who isn't familiar with Demon weapons? Or on what a Meister does for Shibusen?''

Creed let himself have a smile as the chalk eraser made its mark on one of the people to walk in the door. To make himself less inconspicuous, as soon as Mrs. Proodles tapped him on the nose, he instantly withdrew the strings and stood up to walk over to the afflicted twins, procuring a rag(usually for his strings, thankfully washed this morning) from his bag and handing it to them.
"You alright? Proodles seems to have a hell of an arm." he asked, giving them both time to dust off. As he stood back, he took quick look around the room. One of the Meisters was a girl, rather cute at that, if she didn't have Sheila's golden eyes, and the other was a guy, who he noticed looked kind of like him if he had both his eyes. The other Weapon just didn't sit right with him. No reason. Maybe it was the whole look he had going.

Before getting a response from the others he sits down at the spot he designated. When he sat down he began to hear guitar play and he looks at who he assumes is a weapon play on strings that came out from his shoulder. He was watching the strange colors emanate from him playing, but he was able to pull his attention away in time to see that a eraser appeared in his hand, the same one he placed by the board since it wasn't where he just placed it. He saw the Guitar player throw the eraser onto a seat, Obviously the prank was going to happen, so instead of speaking up he sighs and just lets it happen. He looks at the pair of twins walk in sees one of them glare at him, instead of looking away he just gives a friendly smile. After that he noticed a few events happen quickly the end result being one of the twins having white powder on the seat of his pants. When he sees the teacher place her foot on a chair and pump her hand into the air in a sort of victory pose. oh...great a joker of a teacher

When the teacher comes over to question the stack of books he was carrying for the girl he just smiles, he already said why he had the books, he wasn't about to repeat himself. The teacher asks a question about if anyone doesn't understand a Weapon or a Meister. Ashton didn't have any questions so he just leans back in the chair and looks around the room. "I don't think we would have come in here unaware of what we have to do in our respective roles."

"Unlike most, there are those who may have come without knowing." Ms. Sproodles gave a sturdy nod. "And there is no shame in that." She crossed her arms, her glass' catching the light once more. "After all this is an Academy." Ms. Sproodles gave another look over at her students. After a moment she gave a soft smile. I wonder how they'll progress. She wondered, they looked to be a promising bunch. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder were her last student had gone off too.

The next few moments were all a sudden spiral of confusion. Upon opening the door of the classroom, Ouka and the two boys who she had crashed so humiliatingly into were suddenly thrown into the midst of a whirlwind of activity. At least two attempted pranks went off within the course of half a minute, and one of them succeeded. The teacher displayed a tremendous skill at throwing erasers, and also scolded the group for carrying in so many books, causing Ouka to blush furiously, although this was also partially because she found herself forced to sit right between the two boys in order to reclaim her stacks of literature, and both of them were now pointing out that she'd completely forgotten to give her name. With so much attention focused around her, it seemed like she had already bungled things horribly already.

"I'm sorry... ma'am..." She said quietly. "I just..." She trailed off, stopping herself mid-sentence as she remembered that most teachers would consider such explanations to be mere excuses, and that she shouldn't make herself look even more incompetent than she had already. "Sorry..." She repeated again, her golden eyes turning downward to the desk below as she lowered her head in a futile attempt to hide the redness that was beginning to appear across her face. Still, she realized, she couldn't just shut up and save herself future humiliations quite yet. She still had one more question to answer.

"Sorry for not introducing myself," She apologized again, seeming more than a little melancholy all of a sudden. "I guess it sort of slipped my mind. My name is Ouka."

As Asher looked around, he heard the boy he was with call out to him and the girl. "Hey, why don't we sit here?" Asher sighed with relief, and began to walk to his seat, letting the silver-haired girl go in between him and the other boy. Just as Asher began to relax in his seat, a loud and strict tone nearly made him jump. ''You three! You shouldn't bring in so many... unnecessary items. The school does have its own library. A Big one.'' The teacher herself called out to the trio, but the other boy didn't answer. However, the girl began to stutter, causing Asher to nearly facepalm. A simple "Sorry" would've been sufficient.... Asher thought with a bit of annoyance.

Sighing again, Asher answered in a loose tone "I only helped another person, so ask the other two." He addressed the teacher. When she asked if anyone if any of the students don't know what a Weapon is or what a Meister's role is. Asher, of course, knew. Even though he might look more like the kind to not pay attention in class and just fool around, the Weapon knew his stuff. Asher began to close his eyes again, until a melancholy voice interrupted his relaxation moment.

"Sorry for not introducing myself... I guess it sort of slipped my mind. My name is Ouka." Asher opened his eyes once again, and turned to his left (OOC: I assumed that Asher is to her right) and sighed. "You okay? You seem a bit down." Asher whispered.

Reaching from out behind Crimson, who was still sitting heavily on his lap, Silver took the cloth Creed was holding out. Crimson went from dazed to zoning back in on the world, as Silver took the cloth, his eyes locking on the weapon now before him. Paying no heed to his brother, whom he continued to sit apon, he gave the weapon now an interesting look. "Your form, is a musical instrument? That's quite unique." Pushing away his brother's hand as he finished rubbing off the chalk from his face, he took the rag and scrunched it in his hand. "We have no further interest in you." Being blunt, came often, though really instead of being blunt he had wanted to be straight forward. He wanted to deck this boy with all his strength, he had a suspicion that he was the one whom had started it all but what proof did he have? "Aniki?" Silver whispered from behind, pulling his brother from the stranger to himself. "Can I punch him?"-"-N-No!" Silver sounded a bit distraught, the thought that his brother wanted to punch a class-mate so soon, made him a bit unsettled. "Rather then that-We should pay attention to the teacher." He hoped that switching his brother's attention to the teacher might avoid further conflict.

((Inevitable time Skip))

"That concludes today's class. I must admit, to have all our weapon students able to transform, (even if partially), I'm blessed!" Ms. Sproodles gave a light chuckle. Come on up and line up. I've got envelopes for every one. These have your allowance and dorm room number. I have been informed that one or two of you have an apartment in Death City, feel free to move into the dorms if you so wish. I'll see you all tomorrow, be a little early, okay?" She smiled motioning the students toward the neatly spread out envelopes, marked every ones names on them.

((Be free my writers, be free!))