Sleeping in a garden of blue roses seemed to be an unusual thing to do. But not for Robin Grey, one of the more unique of scholars. He came from Anima like most scholars but refused to be on the valedictorian, or even listen to politics. His Father, an Airship Captain Who's Townhouse he willingly gave Damian after he became nineteen, on a rental fee, the amount of which changeable as the Captain saw fit, had instilled the boy with distrust of the leaders of Anima.
But that was life, and life never became free without some earning done. The young man slowly opened his tired eyes and yawned as he got up off his small garden room. He had overworked himself, yet again, growing his lovely blue roses. No one knows why, for possible spare money or for the enjoyment, or both, as he is seen trying to sell some for some extra money. Walking out of this room he passed his bedroom and then his workroom, where he toils and tinkers trying to make new creations. From New hunter weapons to small gadgets, to even the occasional children's trinket, he would try to make it.
Stuck in his routine, he would put together a field bag for possible missions to be prepared for. Inside consisted of the following, one combat suit made by Robert Damian Grey, Patent pending, Soulfire, his two handed broadsword given to him by his Mother and Father on his enrollment to the academy at 15, and a few emergency food rations for those required occasions. It was all routine for him. Any break in this routine would slightly result in a disastrous reaction on his part, albeit contained inward as he tries to not show anyone his suffering.
Speaking of breaks in his routine, it had been awhile since his home room teacher died, and he himself was not sent on a mission. This worried him. How would he face his father, whose portrait stares with one dark brown eye darting outward towards the front door, if he were kicked out? Then there was a knock at the door.
"I hope it's good news or at least a visitor." Robin stated to himself as he walked to the door and opened it. It was one of the Academy's Service Droids. Surprise, he was about to be told something about his current status as a student.
"Grey, Robert Damian, Your Homeroom has been changed to sixth floor room 2-2-1-3. You will now report thereduring your morning hours at Anthemia. Any inquiries?"
"No that'll be all. You may leave now." was all he could say to the robot as he hurried and grabbed his field bag and then his school bag before hurrying past the droid.
Fifteen minutes later, he was running through the halls, hurrying to get to class on time. Up the flight of stairs he took a breather on the third floor for a few minutes before continuing upwards. Walking through the hallways, he searched for the room number. Robin finally found it and noticed someone with goggles walking in. "Wasn't he in my old Homeroom? I wonder if Willow and Duran are there too??
He didn't hesitate to walk into the classroom and noticed the three people already there. One of which nearly made him fall over on his back. Willow Ukose, one of the best medics in the school, and one of his good friends in the academy. Her beauty was unmatched in Robin's eyes. Not many other people were here other then the man with the goggles and the strange two colored haired woman. He assumed it was still early enough.
Not hesitating further he sat he walked towards a desk, which was somewhat behind Willow, so as he walked past her he gave her a small, soft smile. "Morning, Willow. Lovely day right?" as he sat in the desk, setting his field bag down he slapped himself mentally as his cheeks turned pink for a moment or two before resuming its pale color to match his skin.
"Smooth Robin, haven't seen one of your best friends since our teacher died, and the first thing you say is 'nice day'??"