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located in 30th Century Earth, a part of The League of Origins, one of the many universes on RPG.

30th Century Earth

Earth year 2981

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Ririn sat in his chair, legs picked up and knees tucked to his chest, being very still. His face was half-hidden behind his knees, leaving his widened eyes to peer out across the room. He looked like someone had hit him over the head, or as if he'd just woken up in a strange place. Shell-shocked. That described how he was, huddled against himself protectively. His senses were assaulting him-his ears being the worst, as they could pick up every word the people said-causing him to cringe. All this came from one cause, though: the people. There were so many of them in the room, and Ririn had lost count after the first five or so. It had been forever since he had been in such proximity with a crowd, even such a small one as this. Sure, at the academy there had been people. Many people, far more than there were in the room, but at least then he had had the comfort of space. In here, it felt as if everyone was crowding in on him.

As with the number, Ririn had lost the ability to distinguish individual people. It was a single mass of several faces, thankfully none turned on him. The chatter was deafening, and Ririn had just been about spring out of his chair and bolt from the room, when someone else entered the room. All eyes focused on him at once, even Ririn's own. It was an older man, worn but seasoned with years of battle, and years of living. Instead of panicking about yet another body being added to the mass, Ririn felt himself relax, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped. The old man had an aura about him, and it was pointedly soothing to Ririn. Only a few people had that feeling to them, of gentleness mixed with wisdom-his own father being one of them-, and Ririn had admired every one of them he had met.

Despite the fact that he was still amongst the others, calm had settled over him, and Ririn found himself hanging onto every word the General said. He was actually able to listen to a speech and understand it, something that nearly none of his teachers at the academy had been able to accomplish with him. When it was done, and people started to file out slowly and talking animatedly again, his discomfort didn't return. However, that didn't abate his shyness, or the creeping embarrassment that he felt of himself. Honestly, he was a man now, and a soldier to boot, and he was still sitting in the corner of the room afraid to talk to anybody. If only Noah, the only friend Ririn had made at the academy, had joined the league team along with him, then at least he'd have someone to be with. No such luck though, he was alone, and he was going to have to toughen up...

He stood roughly, his cramped feet suddenly meeting the floor and trying to support his unbalanced weight. He fumbled for a moment, but then righted himself. He walked forward purposefully, heading towards a woman with red eyes that he had gathered was on his team. Her eyes were what had drawn his own, before his xenophobia had set in, as most oddities did. Anything that seemed odd or out of place seemed to draw Ririn, but he guessed it was just like calling to like. He had meant to ask her about what he was supposed to do now, where he was supposed to go, but the closer and closer he got, the less confident he got. By the time he was close enough to reach out and touch her elbow, his mind was warning him not to bother her with his pathetic problems. Hastening his step, which had lost its strength, he moved past her and out the door. He kept walking, off the main path toward a secluded space around the corner, his things momentarily left behind.

Ririn knelt down once he was sufficiently hidden from anyone that might have tried to follow him, letting his breathing still has he berated himself for being such a coward. What am I going to do with myself, he thought dejectedly. He rocked back on the balls of his feet, letting himself fall back to sit on the grass. He looked up at the sky, which was settling in the darker part of the night, and stared at the moon and stars that were visible beyond the domes perimeter. He smiled a weak smile; he always liked the moonlight. The sun was too harsh, even on the mildest days. It burned him out, and made him feel too thin and invisible. He used to stay up some nights and hold his hand up to the moon, though. The night lights were much gentler on his skin, and sometimes when he tapped his imagination, he could feel that the soft light of the stars made his skin glow.

"I'll wait for them to leave. Then I'll go back in and get my stuff, and see if I can find a somewhere to nap a bit." He spoke to himself, in as reassuring a tone as he could manage. It helped him, sometimes, to tell himself what he was going to do next. It was calming. "I don't need to bother anyone about a room. I just need to find a tree or something. No big deal, Rin. You're a mess, mate. Honestly."