Dúyè
The plane ride from Hong Kong was quite the boring for the red-headed demon despite the fact that it was her first trip on a plane. Perhaps she would have found more novelty in the experience were it not for the mage who was accompanying her, breathing down her neck and never letting the girl out of her sight. Her only source of of entertainment for the duration of the trip was the bit of people-watching on the other passengers who sat nearby. It was a great relief when they finally landed it was a great relief to the girl who reveled in the chance to move and stretch, though this respite was short lived as she was quickly stuffed into a car with whom she could only assume were more mages.
Apparently they were going straight to this ‘Academy’. Dúyè could only sigh as she leaned against the cold glass of the window and watch the sun rise in the distance. Some time later she woke groggily as the car came to a stop. The sun was a bit higher now but it was still morning. The door was opened for her and she was escorted into the front gates of the school. The man handed her a paper that detailed a ‘team’ she was now on and where she was to head for now. Her eyes scanned over the words lazily before she folded it roughly and pocketed it away in her coat. As she wandered into the school she reached into her other pocket to retrieve a pre-packaged cheap-looking pastry, unwrapped it, and quickly consumed it.
As she walked the halls she eyes the students she passed curiously but ultimately did interact with any of them. It didn’t long to locate her designated class and as she open the door she crushed the plastic wrapper in her hand into a ball and tossed it into the trash. Immediately the pungent and unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke assaulted her nose, and it wasn’t hard to find t its source. With an expression that was anything but pleasant she turned towards the mature looking, red-headed man and spoke, ”That’s disgusting. I don’t mind if you wanna smell like shit but I, and I think a few of the people here, would appreciate it if you did that outside.” She didn’t much care to hear the man’s reply as she turned and quickly identified the members of supposed ‘team’. Without sparing it much thought she waltzed over and took a seat behind the two of them and muttered ‘good morning’ to the two in Mandarin out of habit more than anything. ”Zǎo ān”