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Makoto Shijima

"Mmm... Well? Don't just stand there. What do you want?"

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a character in “Gifted: Reaching for Destiny”, as played by XShishioX

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Frequent Moments of Badassitude / Normal Theme || The Power to Strive | Shiro Sagisu
Moments of Turmoil || Will of the Heart | Shiro Sagisu
Emotional Flashbacks || Ichiban no Takaramono (My most Precious Treasure) | Jun Maeda ft. LiSA
"True" Anger / Out of Control ||Cometh the Hour | Shiro Sagisu





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Image✖ Full Name ✖: Makoto Shijima. "That's Shijima-sama to you, asshole!"

✖ Nicknames ✖: "The Shark," and, "Red Death," (the latter being a reference to his hair color and great white sharks, commonly called, "white death." more on that later). That being said, Makoto never made enough friends to get any from them. These titles were given to him by his enemies. "Tch...Damn cowardly fish... Come say that to my face!"

✖ Age ✖: Makoto is, currently, 17 years old.

✖ Gender ✖: A red-blooded male.

✖ Sign ✖: Makoto is a Leo. Confident, domineering, and rude as hell.

✖ Role ✖: Death

✖ Romantic Interest ✖: None as of yet.

✖ Sexuality ✖: Heterosexual. Makoto is a hot-blooded man, and just the littlest bit of a pervert. He isn't hateful towards homosexuals, or their lifestyle, it's just not for him. Though he'll never tell you himself, Makoto really just wants a normal, heart-pounding romance with someone who will accept him for who he really is.

✖ Nationality ✖: Makoto is 1/4 Greek and 1/4 American on his father's side, and 1/4 Japanese and 1/4 American on his mother's. This ethnic background is responsible for his oppressive height and build as well as his fairer skin. Despite his appearance, Makoto was born in Japan, and has lived there most of his life.

✖ Alignment ✖: Chaotic Neutral. Makoto is, currently, only out for himself. He does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it, and not a minute sooner. This isn't to say that he's a total jerkass. He still plays by most of the rules, though he isn't above breaking them from time to time to get what he wants.

✖ Face Claim ✖: Mikoto Suoh from K (Project)






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✖ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ✖:

Body type || Ectomorphic, but sturdy. Makoto weighs 183 lbs, stands at six feet two inches tall, and is made out of muscle, adrenaline, and the shattered dreams of his adversaries. Joking aside, Makoto's tall stature, domineering body language and bulk of muscle make his presence oppressive at best.

Skin Tone || Makoto is pale. He's not so pale as to set your eyes on fire after looking at him, but his skin ins't exactly swarthy.

Hair || An artificial scarlet (dyed) that sits both unkempt and yet carefully disheveled. It's only about neck length at its longest but only serves to accentuate his wild appearance.

Eye Color || A light brown with streaks of yellow. Makoto's eyes appear amber, or even gold, with the right lighting.

Typical Clothing / Attire || Makoto doesn't have much in the way of clothes, but he's taken more than his fair share of prizes from his fallen foes. This mostly goes in the way of wallet chains, (though he'll usually leave the wallet itself) rings, bracelets, and belt buckles. He's got enough pairs of plain white shirts and blue jeans to get by with, and he doesn't see the need to change his wardrobe anytime soon. He does, however, accessorize with a necklace, given to him by his grandmother, some leather braces on his wrists, and a leather jacket he's sewn back together more times than he'd like to count.

✖ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ✖:
Makoto sports hoop earrings on both ears in the upper cartilage. Underneath his clothes, however, Makoto's body is riddled with scars. There are a few here and there all over his body, though his face is miraculously clear of them. The most prominent ones, however, can be found under his braces on his wrists from when he was sad, all over his back and shoulders from when his father got mad, and on his arms and chest from when he could take neither any longer. In terms of ink, Makoto's only got a few tattoos, but he has plans for more. In between the scars, Makoto's back sports a pair of wings. A quote given to him by his grandfather can be seen across his both his wrists. On the left wrist, it says, "You are strong, my boy." The right says, "Stand up and prove it." The only reason he even looks human is due to the long clothes he wears all the time. The better to dodge questions with.

✖ Gift ✖: Makoto's gift is exceedingly fitting for someone with a past as brutal as his. In more specific terms, one might call it, "Adoptive Muscle Memory." Put simply, if Makoto ever does something physically, if he moves his body in a particular way, or interacts with an object with a certain set of movements or positions, he will remember it forever and be able to replicate it whenever he so chooses. This replication is perfect in that he does it exactly as he remembers it. This gift is always "on," so to speak. Makoto can never turn it off. Because of its constancy, Makoto benefits from a perfect sense of proprioception, balance, and the extent of his physical capabilities. His body is constantly replicating and layering sets of movement on top of each other such that he is inescapably aware of his own body and its position in the space around him. This gift does have its limits though. Makoto can't just watch someone do something, or read a description of the action being taken and replicate it as if it were no big deal. While he could guess or try his best to do what he sees or thinks, Makoto really shines when he can have someone walk him through any particular physical action. It becomes much easier to remember if someone walks him through it as he watches it happen. This gift lends itself to usefulness in a couple of different ways. In Makoto's case, any motor skill can go from complete garbage to pure excellence in just a few short minutes.

Let's be serious here. For a hoodlum like Makoto, this gift is a godsend. It swiftly turned him from a punk with a baseball bat to a highly trained human weapon. He easily mastered as many types of martial arts as he could find teachers for, which is nearly thirty. If he didn't have such a bad track record, Makoto would make an excellent cop. However, as it stands, he more likely to be hired by certain seedy individuals looking for problems to disappear, if you catch my drift.


✖ Personality ✖: Frankly put, upon first glance, Makoto's an asshole. He's rash, crude, quick to anger, and more than eager to play off of just how terrifying his appearance is. This is, mostly, a sham. Truth be told, Makoto's kind of a sweetheart. He looks out for his younger siblings like you'd expect a father would, and he's exceedingly respectful of both his mother and grandmother. He used to work three jobs just to support them all. Sometimes, when he knows no one is looking, he'll even leave his umbrella for those unfortunate enough to get caught in the rain. Makoto uses his brutal exterior to hide from people. The one thing he's more afraid of than anything is that people won't like who he really is. By putting on a facade of indifference, brutality, and aloofness, Makoto can cope with the fact that he's afraid to allow people to become close to him.

Though he hasn't had much practice, Makoto would make an excellent friend. His persistence and compassion would easily turn him into a loyal and steadfast ally. His kind heart and practical intelligence would also make him a wonderful friend to get advice from, on just about anything. As a lover, on the other hand, Makoto may tend towards awkwardness, shyness, and uncharacteristically clingy behaviors. For his whole life, he's never exactly been popular, and the only girls that might like him are the kind that he doesn't want to associate himself with, namely, drama queens who are also attention whores. Makoto doesn't want someone who's only, "dating," him because of the scandal it would cause. Despite his appearance, Makoto really values the ideas of reciprocal love and respect within a lovers' relationship.

Though he appears to be a meathead, Makoto's actually got a decent brain in his skull. He had to learn how to study and get good grades so that his teachers, and parents, would leave him alone. His above average intelligence is, unfortunately for his enemies, coupled with an excellent intuition, observational prowess, and all the muscle and skill needed to grind them into the dirt. His ability to pick up subtle cues and gestures is quite keen, due to his many years of practicing picking up body positions, and he has enough smarts to put two and two together eight times out of ten. As such, he can usually tell when people are lying to him or hiding something from him. His years as a delinquent, however, have turned a quick wit and a sharp eye into even more dangerous tools than his skilled fists. This coupled with the fact that he doesn't exactly mince words can make him irritating, hurtful, and downright impressive all at once. In short, Makoto is aggravating to be around, but if someone can get close enough to learn the truth, Makoto will, likely, be putty in their hands.









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Image✖ Hobbies/Skills ✖:
  • Makoto is an expert prep chef. His skillful hands can expertly wield any cooking knife or utensil with all the poise and precision of a dedicated master. Since he's had so much practice feeding his younger siblings, Makoto's beautiful dishes taste even better than they look, which is saying something.
  • Makoto loves to swim. He loves it so much he gets up and does it every morning after he practices his martial arts. Makoto is a skilled swimmer in every style, and is wicked fast in the water.
  • Makoto, frankly, is a terrifying fighter. Though his movements seem wild and ferocious, there is actually very little wasted movement. He fights as if he were the natural predator of men, with nothing but their death on his mind, regardless of whether he has a weapon in hand or not.
  • Surprisingly, Makoto is rather skilled at most household chores and can clean a filthy house in a few short hours.
  • Makoto's gift lends itself quite nicely to most sports and contests. As such, he is a skilled runner, swimmer, and soccer player.
  • Makoto loves to paint. It helps with the pain. In his free time, Makoto tends to vanish into his canvases and blur the lines between reality and fiction until he is finally satisfied with the final product.

☢ Likes ☢:
  • Freshly brewed tea. Makoto likes both warm things and the aromatics provided by good, quality tea. Win-win.
  • His necklace. It's a memento from his grandfather, given to him by his grandmother. He cherishes nothing more.
  • His siblings, and little kids in general. His red hair and wild eyes attract mostly rambunctious kids, but, if no one's watching, he likes to play with them when he has time. His younger brother in particular is at an age where he's watching a lot of super hero shows. Makoto can usually be asked to play the villain without a fuss.
  • Cooking and painting. These two forms of art are the only way that Makoto can actively soothe his own temper. They are passions of his that he likes to do more than anything else.
  • Deep inside himself, Makoto is afraid to admit it, but there is a part of him that likes fighting. There's something about the fierce struggle of it all that makes him feel alive.

☢ Dislikes ☢:
  • People who are talk down to others. Though Makoto's definitely can't talk about confidence, as his own can be a bit stifling sometimes, he hates people who constantly push their confidence and on others. When it devolves into ignorance, arrogance, and sheer demagoguery, then Makoto gets angry.
  • People who would forsake their friends. Trash, the lot of them.
  • People who aren't passionate about anything.
  • People who continually abuse those who are already beaten. Once Makoto's done with someone, he leaves them alone. He doesn't need to pester someone who's been utterly crushed.
  • Continuing with the theme, Makoto hates people who act entitled, like the world is their's for the taking. If this person doesn't finish everything on their plate while eating out, Makoto will, depending on their relationship, either force feed it to them, or get up and leave without paying.
  • More than anything though, Makoto dislikes himself. He hates people who lie to others and show a fake personality, but it's the only way he knows how to be around people.

☢ Flaws ☢:
  • Makoto is much too quick to take rash action. Even though he's got the smarts to strategize, sometimes, he'd prefer to just smash shit.
  • Makoto is excessively loyal to the few people who are in his life. He would trade the world for the safety of his sister, limitless wealth for his brother, endless happiness for his mother, or the chance at true love for his grandmother.
  • Makoto has a quick temper, that much of his facade is at least real. He flares up much too easily about even the littlest things.

☢ Fears ☢:
  • Flaming clown spiders. I don't care who you are, that's terrifying.
  • Being alone. That no one will love him and he'll always be single. That people won't like him if he acts true to his self. That no one will ever be his friend.
  • That, soon, his facade will completely rule his life and that he will have to be a ruthless machine until the end of his days.
  • That somewhere, deep inside, Makoto likes fighting too much for his own good. Makoto is terrified of the rush he feels that comes with beating someone's face in.
  • That he will become a monster like his father.
  • Failing his mother, grandmother, or siblings.

☢Secrets ☢:
  • His past.
  • His personality beneath his facade.
  • His current life at home with his family.
  • His ability to treasure the nice things that people have done for him.




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Image☢Bio ☢: Makoto's life was not a pleasant one. His mother and father were not expecting him. They were young, and weren't ready to have a child. They moved in with Makoto's mother's parents in until after Makoto was born, and for a while after that as well. It wasn't until Makoto was ready for kindergarten that Makoto's parent's moved into a place of their own. That, however, was when the problems began. Makoto's gift began to surface, and the attention it garnered him was never good. As such, he was constantly getting into fights at school. It wasn't long after Makoto was expelled from the first one that Makoto's father was fired from his job. Makoto's mother was already pregnant with her second child, Makoto's younger sister at the time. Makoto was eight at the time. Despite his wife's suggestion to move back in with her parents, Makoto's father refused. He was too prideful. Instead, they coasted off of their savings and money from Makoto's grandparents until Makoto's mother gave birth to Makoto's sister. Makoto's father tried to find more work, but he never found lasting employment, and turned to alcohol to cope. Makoto's mother, on the other hand, found a very successful career at a consulting firm, and things were looking up for the family. That is, until she became pregnant with Makoto's younger brother and had to take a maternity leave, halving her pay. Times were hard, but Makoto helped to take care of his sister in place of their father, whose alcoholism only got worse. In his bouts of drunken rage, he beat Makoto. However, no matter how hard Makoto got hit, he valiantly took every blow with a smile on his face, pretending that they were just playing for the sake of his little sister and unborn brother. During this time, understandably, Makoto's fights at school only got worse. He had picked up a few good tricks by the time he'd hit the fourth grade and was starting to send kids to the hospital, resulting in his second expulsion.

By this time, Makoto's grandfather, who used to own a dojo, took it upon himself to beat some manners into the now thoroughly rebellious Makoto. The cliched situation arises in which Makoto mocks the old man, and is consequently beaten to the ground by him. Using Makoto's insane talent for physical activity, Makoto's grandfather turned Makoto from a punk into a decent enough kid. He made sure that Makoto studied hard, and worked his ass off around the house and dojo. Though he couldn't get him to dye his hair black, Makoto's grandfather did succeed in pulling Makoto's grades up, as well as his discipline around the house. Shortly thereafter, Makoto's younger brother was born, and his father found a part time job. The family, though beaten down, was happy. However, this small happiness was short lived. Not too soon after graduating from middle school, Makoto's grandfather passed away, leaving his prized necklace to his grandson. Makoto took the death very hard, and his attitudes regressed back into their old brutality. Now, however, Makoto was trained in four different martial arts. His fighting style had become even more terrifying to behold, and he decimated gangs with a horrifying, brutal efficiency. It was at this time that he picked up the nickname of "Red Death." Over that summer, Makoto was arrested twice for delinquency, but the police expected that he was responsible for more than half of the gang related assault incidents, having sent almost fifty kids to the Emergency Room. The charges were dropped after his mother posted bail, however, they were still more than enough reason to deny Makoto entrance to the school he had been planning on attending, marking Makoto's third expulsion.

When Makoto's father came home early from work one day, having been fired for being late too many times, he learned that his son had been kicked out of his third school. He was, understandably angry, but to much too extreme of an extent. He lost it and went on a rampage, wailing on his son until Makoto passed out from the shock. Even as he lay bleeding on the floor, Makoto never fought back, and kept smiling at his younger siblings. This was the last straw. After years of sticking around with the deadbeat, abusive, horrible man, Makoto's mother had finally had enough. Makoto's mother formally divorced her husband, and moved back in with her bereaved mother. Enraged, Makoto's father marched over to his ex-wife's home and demanded that she get back together with him. When she wouldn't talk with him, he'd terrorize the neighbors and smash things. After three weeks, Makoto's mother was at her wit's end with him. She couldn't even work up the courage to call the police. Makoto, on the other hand, had finally had enough. The next time Makoto's father came to visit, Makoto was waiting for him, just around the corner. Makoto attempted to reason with him. He tried to get him to leave them all alone. He tried to tell his father that his presence would only do more harm than good at this point, and if he wanted to be in their lives, he needed to get his act together. However, like a wounded beast, Makoto's father refused any attempt at peaceful negotiations. He even had the gall to call Makoto a spineless bitch for trying to talk to him after taking his beatings for all these years. When these superficial attempts at diplomacy failed, Makoto cracked his knuckles and went to work. After all, he hadn't met his father out of the house to talk with him. Makoto hated that monster who dared to believe he was still a father. Makoto just didn't want his younger siblings to see what he was about to do. It began elegantly. Makoto blocked his father's blind swings effortlessly, and sent him sprawling to the ground. Makoto turned his back on his father and warned him to stay down. When his father idiotically tried to get back up, Makoto crushed the fingers of his left hand underneath his heel. When his father screamed in agony, Makoto kicked him in the gut to silence him. When his father was finally too battered and broken to stand, Makoto left, saying only, "You stopped being our father long ago. I don't want to see a pretender like you ever again." Having done what he'd came to do, Makoto called the cops and ran back home. He watched from his bedroom window as they collected his father, and the family hasn't heard from him since.

By now, Makoto was only a freshman in high school, but his attitude was terrible, and every student in his grade steered clear of him. Even the upperclassmen and some of the teachers were scared of him. However, the fear of what his mother and grandmother might do to him if he failed his classes was more powerful than any boredom he might have possessed, and his grades, at least, were decent. They even got him to work some part time jobs at local dojos to help contribute to the house's finances. It was at this time that Makoto learned to cook, clean, and properly do all the household chores, as well as any other martial art he could get someone to teach him. He was even so good at cooking that his sister and brother, who were now nine and six years old respectively, requested that he make their lunches instead of their grandmother. Embarrassed and flattered, Makoto offered to let his grandmother help him, but she just laughed. She was only too happy to use the morning for gardening.

In the eyes of his teachers and classmates, however, Makoto's only redeeming quality was the wonders he performed on the school's swimming team. In the classroom, Makoto was a devil who you left alone. He might not look it, but he had all the right answers and a biting wit to snap at nosy teachers with. Students who came too close could expect similar treatment. In the pool, however, he was "the Shark," cutting through the water like a razor sharp blade. Even though the teachers wanted to expel the punk from their institution, they had no reason to do so. Finally, during the summer of his senior year, he received a mysterious letter in the mail. His mother begged him to go. It was one of the few places he could get a college education. No one else in the Tokyo region of Japan would accept him, and she refused to have him working three part time jobs all his life. Doing as his mother asked, Makoto accepted, and he has taken the first steps of a journey that is bound to change him, right down to the core of his being.

☢Hospital Mental Evaluation ☢: Despite not actually having anything wrong with him, in terms of mental illnesses or genetic defects, Makoto is, clearly an extraordinarily rare individual. I'm sure any psychologist worth their salt could find a hint of megalomania, a battery of psychoses due to the trauma of his past, and even depression. That is, of course, assuming they could tranquilize Makoto long enough to get him strapped into the couch that's associated with those meetings. Makoto refuses to see a doctor about anything he might be struggling to move past, despite his mother's pleading.




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☢ Other ☢: Makoto speaks both English and Japanese fluently. Otherwise, I've got nothing as of yet. If asked nicely, I could be persuaded to add character relationships with the other members of the RP. That may happen on an as it happens sort of basis.

So begins...

Makoto Shijima's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Hakon Sigrun Character Portrait: Makoto Shijima Character Portrait: Ruko Justitia Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Marcia Rivera Character Portrait: Anestia Welm Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth

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Anderson Montgomery March


Today was that day. Or night he supposed since it was evening already. Many months of preping and planing would finally come together. whether or not it will bare fruit though, well that was beyond The mans vision. As he sat in his study, the man known as Anderson Montgomery March contemplated just how this batch of students would turn out. It was his third undertaking in The short history of his academy. And to date only five students have ever seemed to survive. wait no that's not the right word, graduate? That was it. Only Five have ever graduated from his enigmatic school. Perhaps the challenge was to hard for most, or maybe he had not made the first few clues in his little game obvious enough? Well regardless, this would be a learning experience for both him and his students.

As he was about to go an yet another extensively long train of thought there was a knock on the door. Anderson casually righted himself and his appearance before addressing the situation. "You may come in." The door opened and a rather tall, thin man in his later years entered the room. The man bowed formally before speaking. "The children will be arriving in their limo's as we speak master. Unfortunately it appears we might not be seeing a few of them for A few days due to travel delays." Anderson looked over his glasses at his old friend and gave a soft smile. " Some things cannot be helped i suppose. Thank you Joseph, please have them shown to their rooms then brought to the dinning room for dinner. Its going to be a very interesting year." The headmaster turned in his chair to gaze out at the night sky. Joseph spoke up. "As you wish sir." The butler paused a moment before speaking again. "Do you believe these children will last longer then a year? Anderson paused and thought for a moment on this. "Yes . . . I do in fact. I have this feeling about this batch. Things will be different this time around old friend." Joseph bowed again and exited the study, off to greet the new students to Gifted Academy. Mr.March sat there, staring out at the stars in the sky. A smile slowly growing on his lips. "Yes, This time things will be much different."

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Makoto's eyes snapped open. Lethargically, he yawned, stretched, and sat up. The, "fasten your seatbelts sign," was on, and the plane appeared to be making its decent. Makoto rubbed his eyes before allowing his elbow to sit upon the armrest, and his chin upon the palm of his hand. Dreamily, as if still somewhat asleep, Makoto sighed. "'Bout damn time..."

Otherwise, Makoto disembarked without a fuss. He waited for, what seemed to be, a small eternity as a woman shepherded her three children off of the plane, and once again as an elderly man had to be woken up in front of him. All the while, Makoto simply smiled patiently. He didn't care how long it took. In fact, he welcomed the delay. According to their captain, their flight had experienced an unexpected tailwind, allowing them to arrive several hours early. "Well ain't that just peachy." Makoto sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do with himself for three hours? His ride didn't even know he was here yet, and he didn't have any numbers to call. Makoto regarded his useless phone. A simple red flip phone, good for nothing but texting, email, and actually calling someone. Wearily, Makoto flipped it open, smiling at the background. It was him and his siblings. They were soaking wet and wearing their swimsuits. Tsubame, the youngest boy, was making a silly face while riding atop Makoto's shoulders, water balloons in each hand. The Makoto in the picture smiled happily, as if he would rather be nowhere else, doing nothing else. One of the tall, eldest brother's hands was on his younger brother's leg, holding him in place. The other was wrapped around his younger sister's waist as she squirmed, trying her hardest to free herself from her older brother's grasp, and all of them were being sprayed quite thoroughly by their grandmother, who was holding the garden hose. Smiling, Makoto flipped the phone shut, and slid it back into his pocket.

As Makoto was processed through customs, he puzzled over his current situation. Here he was, in a foreign country, that, fortunately, spoke English. He was far away from home, from his father, and from his enemies at school, so he could what? Go to school? If it were a few years earlier, Makoto would have been all too happy to be here. He would've just laughed from the absurdity of it all. Now, Makoto felt regret. He was needed at home. Not only to look after his siblings, but to take care of his grandmother. Even his modest income as a part time instructor at a local dojo was needed by the small family. Now here he was. All Makoto had with him were his two bags, a key, and a mysterious card. As he walked towards the front gate, Makoto couldn't help but stare at it. The top was marked with an, "X" and three, "I's." Makoto had paid enough attention in school to know those were roman numerals, and they stood for the letter thirteen. On the card was a skeletal warrior astride a black horse. He carried a halberd, a wicked looking ax with a spike on top of a long pole-arm. The sky above him was grey, and women, children, even kings, bowed before him. The only thing to identify this ghostly warrior was a single word, written at the bottom of the card. It was the only thing all creatures bowed to: "Death." Shuddering, Makoto looked up, and found a bench to sit at while he waited for his ride.

As he sat, he noticed, to the right of him, a scuffle was beginning to form. Glancing up from the card in his hands, Makoto looked towards the direction of the noise, scowling. It was a couple of garishly dressed tourists berating some poor local woman. Within just a few seconds, Makoto knew. He'd seen that look before. The look in the eyes of a delinquent who thinks the whole world is his prey. Makoto only sighed, slumping back onto the bench as the tourists became louder and louder, and the woman backed ever closer to Makoto's bench. It wasn't his problem. Makoto had given up on that life. He was here for himself, not to defend some glasses-sporting woman in a maid outfit. It was only when she looked at Makoto, her eyes full of anxiety, that Makoto remembered where he'd seen that look before. A tiny ember of rage sparked to life within his belly, and Makoto stood. "Oi!" Makoto shouted, walking over to the woman and standing between her and the thugs that were bothering her. "She ain't interested in yer fugly-ass mugs. Beat it." The idiots, who clearly didn't realize how much trouble they were in, smirked. "Well, well, well boys. Lookie here. We got us a hero. Listen up, asshole. It's us three guys, and only one of you. Scram. In real life, heros like you get killed." Makoto smirked. "Guys? Nah, I don't see any, 'guys.' What I see, are some cowardly-ass, limp-dicked, sad-lookin', dumb fuckin' bitches who need ta gang up on an innocent girl just ta get laid. Tell me, where're these 'guys' yer hidin'? Maybe if they all come out it'll be a fair fight." It took a moment to sink in, but once it had the lead thug's face contorted in rage. "Kill this bitch!"

Makoto lightly pushed the girl he was defending backwards, just enough to get her out of the line of fire. Then, lazily, as if he were bored, Makoto dodged a roundhouse kick, swatted away a few wild hay-makers, and kicked a knife from the hands of one of his attackers. "That all you got?" Makoto jibed, cracking his knuckles. With that, he went to work. Makoto took a modified Muay Thai stance, as if he were boxing. His fists were raised, guarding his face, with his knuckles pointed away from his face. Leaning down ever so slightly, Makoto rushed forward, keeping his profile tightly coiled. Focusing in on the leader, Makoto began with a wicked fast jab, setting his target off balance, then followed up by firing a powerful right cross. Makoto was pretty sure he saw something gold fly out of the man's mouth, but now was not the time to be checking for dental work. With the leader's nose and mouth bleeding and his body staggered, Makoto cocked back his right heel, sending a loaded knee crashing into his victim's chin. The offending thug's eyes rolled back, and he, rather mundanely, collapsed to the ground. Scared, the remaining two thugs backed up. Effortlessly, Makoto stood, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder, universal body language for, "get the hell out of my sight." The witless wonders were only to happy to oblige. Turning, Makoto eyed the woman he'd just saved. "You ok?" He asked simply.

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Wouldn't you know it, Makoto's luck finally turned around, if only a little. Turned out, the woman he'd saved from those seedy looking men was the head maid of the Academy he was to be attending. After showing her his card, she recognized him immediately, she even knew his name. She had been sent to pick him up. With that, she took him to yet another limousine and they were off to the Academy. Makoto spent most of the ride with his head in his hand, staring out the window. It was only when they stopped that Makoto realized where they were. "So this is the place, eh? Thanks fer the ride, miss." Standing, and using the opportunity to stretch, Makoto grabbed his bags, his card still in one hand, and made his way into the Academy, following the maid into the twisting corridors therein. As he waked, Makoto pondered to himself. Supposedly, there would be other students waiting here as well. Makoto wondered what his classmates would be like.

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Cassandra lounged in the back of the limo, glancing out of the window at the scenery as it went by in a blur. It had been a couple of hours now since she’d been picked up by the somewhat dour gentleman from the airport, and the journey had been exciting at first but after a few miles of the same thing she had become bored with it. Her eyes flickered down to her sketch book which contained a handful of drawings of trees and buildings and people, including that of the driver. She’d done two of those in fact, planning to hand one to him as a thanks for picking her up. But then again he clearly must be paid for such work she mused as her fingers lightly brushed over the charcoal she’d used to mark out his features from what she could see in the reflection from the rear view mirror.

The light outside was beginning to fade, and despite having slept rather well on the flight had to stifle a yawn as she enjoyed the quickly diminishing sunset. She was contemplating dozing but then again she was worried she’d miss seeing where she’d be spending a unknown amount of time. The realization caused a frown to cross her face, wrinkling her forehead slightly as she muttered to herself. She’d never thought how long she was likely to be at his establishment and that bothered her greatly, since education had never really agreed with her.

Admittedly she was certainly capable of surviving in the real world but the academic side bothered her as it was alien and far too costly as far as she was concerned but the chance for a free place? She’d jumped at the offer and here she was in the back of a limo. Things certainly went up for her lately.

Her reflection was broken by the sound of her driver announcing that they’d be arriving shortly, causing her to look out of the window again in hopes of spying their destination. Her mount opened slightly as she saw the looming buildings as they approached and she felt herself deeply impressed. She pulled her headphones down so they hung around her neck before picking up her blue baker boy hat and putting it on as she gathered up her papers and art tools, sliding them into her holdall backpack.

The limo pulled up at the base of a set of stairs leading up to the expansive mansion she’d seen on not long before but in person it was even larger than she’d gathered from her earlier glimpse and she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

“This is a step up from the streets.”

She whispered to herself as she climbed out of the limo, whistling a little to herself before turning and smiling at the driver who’d just opened her door.

“Um, I drew this for you on the way… I got a little bored.”

Smiling warmly, or as best she could she handed him the drawing she’d done while she watched him about an hour earlier and lightly rubbed her neck in slightly embarrassment, but didn’t give any other signs of the nervousness. The man smiled back and took the picture, glancing at it caused his eyes to widen slightly before he carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.

“Thank you Miss, I’ll take your bags up to the house. If you want to proceed first.”

He then tilted his head in a bow before opening the boot of the car and lifting out her large wooden trunk and suitcase with some difficulty and making his way up the stairs towards the house, where a rather thin man in a suit was descending to greet her.

“It is my honour to welcome to the gifted academy, young Miss. It is a pleasure to have you here. My name is Joseph C. Wright, I am the head butler of this household and shall be attending to you and the other students here at our academy. Would you kindly show me your card?”

“Ah yes. I’ve got that here somewhere.”

She’d begun to fidget a little as her mind was tracing out the butler and itching to draw him and the mansion he catered for but she pushed down the urge and reached into her pocket. Her fingers brushed against the key that had come with the card she carefully withdrew which depicted an angelic woman at the reins of a golden chariot pulled by a black horse on the right and white one on the left, underneath which were the words ‘VII - The Chariot’.

“Indeed, the Chariot. You must be our resident artist, Miss Cassandra Valentine. If you’ll come with me, the others are gathering in the front hall first then once you’ve all arrived you’ll be shown to your room to freshen up for dinner this evening. Sadly a few of the students have been delayed so we’ll be starting without them.”

Cassandra followed Joseph in silence, unable to think of anything to say to the man as the grandeur of the place hit her and she tried her best to not panic at the uncertainty of her situation. She’d asked Joseph if it would be possible to have her trunk and suitcase taken directly to her room as she doubted she’d be able to cart them through the halls herself and he assured her things would be taken care of as the driver took them both away leaving her feeling a little lost without her items.
She wondered who the others where and what they all shared to have been invited to a place like this, especially since she was not a fan of her art even if it was apparently worthwhile according to others. Shaking her head she walked through a door that joseph held open for her and was left standing in a room with a few others who she could only assume were to be her classmates.

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"Ah! We're finally here!" exclaimed an excited Ruko, acting more like a child than a sixteen year old. She'd spent a long few hours on a plane from Japan. She would have arrived a few hours before, but due to weather conditions her flight had been delayed for a little over an hour. As such, it was already quite dark upon her arrival; evening had already settled in. "Ugh... The jet lag is gonna be the death of me..." the pink-haired female complained. She tiredly made her way to the baggage claim and picked up her belongings, which were surprisingly minimal for someone of her background. All she had brought with her was a guitar in a case, which she had slung over her shoulder, and a single bag of luggage. She brought only what seemed to be essential.

She made her way to Gate D of the terminal, being sure to keep a wide berth around those of the male gender. It was unlucky for her to have had to sit beside some random guy for the entire flight, she couldn't sleep a wink because of it, so she had no intention of spending anymore time near them than she had to. As she passed through the doors, she spotted a sign with her name written on it in large bold letters held up by a butler. She shuddered at the thought of being driven around by a male... though she really had no choice. The ticket she had received alongside her letter, key and card was just a one-way ticket. There was no turning back at this point.

She hustled over to the sign-bearer and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Uhm. Excuse me!" She called, her English definitely needed a little bit of work; her better language was Japanese and lesser ones being English and Latin. "That... Uh, that name on the sign. That's me." She flashed her driver a smile, hoping she didn't seem as nervous as she already was. "Of course. Right this way, Ms. Justitia." The butler said, pasting a smile on his face, as he gestured over to a nearby vehicle. A limo, to be specific. Ruko was a bit concerned with the butler; he had put on a smile, but she could tell that it was fake. Not the kid of fake that someone would use to kidnap someone, but more like he was just fulfilling his job to keep food on the table. Despite that, she couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of the limo. She had ridden in limos before, but it hadn't been something she'd done for a few years. It was an odd sense of nostalgia. She hopped into her seat, door held open by Mr. Butler, and decided she may as well take this chance to catch up on some well needed sleep.

She woke up, unsure of how much time had passed, to a buzzing sound coming from what appeared to be a sort of intercom system. She pressed the button and heard the familiar voice of her driver. "Ms. Justitia, we will be arriving at the academy shortly." She glanced out the window and, to her surprise, was shocked at the scene she saw before her. Granted, the sight was very dark and hard to see, but she could just barely make out the outline of what appeared to be a forest. "Mirificum..." She mumbled, half asleep. She could only imagine what it would be like during a fine bright day in the middle of autumn; she made a mental note to explore this area if she ever had the time. Just like the driver had said, it was not long before they had arrived at the entrance of the academy.

She stepped out of the vehicle, letter from the headmaster in hand, and headed over to the doors. She did not make it far."Ohh... This is a pretty fancy looking acade-- Hueh?!" In her half-asleep state, she did not notice that there was a curb and, naturally, fell face first to the ground. "Ah, are you alright?" Asked a voice, not that of her driver. Ruko looked up and her face turned an unsightly pale shade. She stared right into the face of some random man. By the looks of it another butler, but a man nonetheless. She quickly did her best to collect herself and took several steps backwards. "Y-yeah! I'm verine, thankyou!" She said, stumbling over her words. The one who had just questioned her picked up the letter that she was previously holding and took a look at the card contained within. "The Magician. You must be Ms. Ruko Justitia, then. Welcome to the Gifted Academy." The man said, given her a bright smile. "My name is Joseph C. Wright, head butler of this establishment. I shall be servicing you and the rest of the students for the remainder of your stay."

Ruko was unsure about him. Of course, she had biased suspicions of lots of males given her condition, but he just seemed... off. Typically, she was able to understand peoples emotions through their body language and facial expression, yet this man... Joesph, seemed to not show anything at all; as though he wore a mask. In any case, she didn't feel comfortable staying outside with him. "Right. Yes. Thank you for the welcome. See you!" She quickly bowed before swiping back her items and making a dash for the doors. She slammed them shut behind her with a loud bang and immediately slumped up against the closest wall. "Bardus..." She mumbled to herself with a sigh.


Mirificum=Awesome
I'm verine, thankyou!= stuttering due to nerves. She meant to say "I'm very fine, thank you"
Bardus=Stupid

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When Nathan entered the front hall, he found absolutely no one there. "So I'm the first one, huh..." he mused. Abruptly, a grin blossomed on his face. "Then I guess I can just kick back for a bit!"

Looking around at the lower portions of the walls, he noticed an outlet not too far away from the door. Sitting down directly on the floor next to that outlet, he unzipped the front pocket of his suitcase and took out a charger cable, putting the Strength card in its place. His other hand took his dark blue 3DS out of his pocket, and connected the charger to it. As the orange charging light came on, Nathan opened the 3DS and immediately started up Kid Icarus Uprising.

Several minutes and murdered enemies later, the screen displayed the main character, an angel with rather small wings, flying alongside an elegant-looking starship in a beautiful ocean of stardust. From Nathan's expression, it was clear he was enjoying himself...apparently so much that he hadn't even paid any mind to the bizarre odor of multiple plants which suddenly filled the hall.

However, he suddenly saw a green skull surrounded by purple flames appearing on the screen. Oh, crap! Knowing that this skull was an enemy which would instantly kill his character, Nathan was about to take action...

The doors to the hallway slammed shut, startling Nathan and prompting him to look up. A moment later, a scream emitted from his 3DS, and he looked down to see the words "I'M FINISHED!" on the screen. Putting the 3DS in his pocket with a dismayed expression, Nathan looked up again to see who had slammed the door.

There was a girl sitting on the other side of the hallway, right next to the door, with pink hair and an extremely pale complexion--as though she had seen a ghost. What the-- Suddenly more aware of his surroundings, Nathan looked around some more and realized he was no longer alone in this hall. Including that girl, there were already six other people here!

I had my 3DS at max volume...oh, geez. Feeling extremely embarrassed, Nathan was completely unsure of if he should say something or not.

With excellent timing, the doors opened once again, and two more people entered within a few seconds of each other--a tall boy with dark brown hair, who immediately went to lean against a wall, and a much shorter girl with long, lavender hair, who immediately went to that same boy and started talking to him about...something. The atmosphere of awkwardness in the front hall was re-established perfectly.

Not much later, Mr. Wright entered the hall as well, closing the doors behind him as he did so. "We've been informed," he told them with a somewhat more somber expression, "that the final student we were expecting tonight has been delayed. It is unfortunate, but we may as well start showing you all to your new rooms. If you would all follow me?"

Pulling the 3DS charger from the outlet and pocketing it, Nathan stood up and moved to follow the butler. In turn, Mr. Wright waited for the others to gather their things and stand up before proceeding.

Several minutes of walking later, Mr. Wright spoke up again. "All of your rooms are located in this wing, I should mention. Ah...it appears we have arrived at one already." He stopped in front of one door...

...which Nate, who was at the front of the group, could see had a picture on it. To be specific, a much larger version of the Strength card's image. "This one's mine, then?" he asked quietly, pointing at the door.

"Well, you are the holder of Strength, are you not, Master Nathan?" the butler retorted with a hint of deadpan sarcasm. "And of course, the keys that we provided to you through the letters will open your room, but no one else's. Now, let the rest of us carry onward." He walked two more paces before stopping and adding, "Ah, yes, I should mention...please excuse the rigidity of our schedule, but attempt to settle yourself in with haste. In about one hour, we shall have prepared a banquet in the dining hall." He gave them directions on how to get there from this wing, and then resumed walking, leaving Nathan standing in front of the door to his room.

Wonder what this will be like... Taking the key from his pocket, Nathan inserted it into the lock and turned it clockwise. Pushing the door open slowly, he entered...

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The daze Hakon had been in as he rested from hulling his bags from out of the car was broken, the sound of the slammed door and the fact that there was now many more people outside than before brought him back to reality like a brick brings a balloon back to earth. "Schisse! Vait vore me!" He called out as he followed the group from the back. He kept his head low from that point on, keeping himself from become all too noticeable as his gown dragged behind and his plush jingled with a bell in its tail.

As the group was lead to their rooms, he took mental note of everyone he could see. A large male with flaming red hair, someone he would have to walk on egg shells a lot with to keep on his goodside he thought. The male from earlier with a leopard spotted hat, no one to keep tabs on and seemed nice enough. Another male that looked more like a bussiness man than a student. An oddity, but nothing too out of the ordenary. Though he had no right to speak on the topic of being "normal". A lavender haired girl clinging on to the bussiness attired male? She's pretty and seemed nice.

He didn't have the time to asses everyone there as he noted that the butler was explaining who's door was whos. Or at least that's how he took it. "So sat mean sat... The green haired cuckoolander wandered from the group and strolled down the hall until he stopped in front of a door that matched his own card. A woman draped in blue was a moon headdress and sitting on a throne set in what seemed to be a temple of some kind. "sis is meine. ja?" He plunged his hand into the back of his gliscor plush, pulling out the key that had been given to him so long ago. He waved his head back and forth as he fumbled with his things and the key, but finally opened the door before walking inside.

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The entire time he had been waiting Alex had just been standing there, just humming to himself as students slowly trickled in through the door. All lead in by The butler. Well.....almost all of them. That one girl with the pink hair practically barged with the grace of a rhinoceros. He couldn't help but snicker at this but quickly shut himself up. There was no need for him getting on anyone's bad side on the first day. Or would it be night? Well it didn't mater much now. they were all here now. The boy playing the DS looked like he had been here for a while now and seemed a bit absorbed in his game. Then there was the girl with the long green hair who smelled like his grandmothers herb garden. Alex tried to refrain from sneezing. He eyed the tall boy leaning against the wall. Something tells me I shouldn't try anything with that guy. He quickly sized up everyone else in the room. The group looked like a bunch of teens that you would never picture all hanging out together, much less being in the same room. what is this, the breakfast club?

Alex let out sigh. He better make a good first impression if he planed on surviving this kind of place. After all, everyone here was special and talented in their own right. That alone was intimidating enough for him. At least most of the girls were pretty. The girl with the silvery hair that walked in with that guy at the same time was pretty cute. The thought brought color to his cheeks for only a moment before he pulled his hat down a bit to cover his face up. aside from that, it looked as if all the students were accounted for by Alex's perspective, at least until Joseph entered and made his announcement of the late arrival. Mr. Wright waited for the others to gather their things before heading off deeper into the manor. Alex had thought to put his headphones on and listen to music, but decided against it, Realizing how rude it might appear.

When they arrived in the wing where their rooms were located. Alexander approached the butler and gave a light tap to the mans shoulder. Joseph turned his head and regarded the Fool, not looking the least bit annoyed. "Yes master Alex, Is there something you need?" While he was not accustom to being treated so politely, Alex still reciprocated by adgusting his hat so that his face could be seen easily. meeting the butler with deep blue eyes, The boy gave a bow of the head. His grandfather taught him to be respectful and polite in front of people deserving of it. "My apologies Mr.Wright, but I have a few matters that I would like to attend to right away. Could you please point out my room if it is not to much trouble to ask?" Some of the students had their eyes on him now. It made him nervous being looked at by more then one person. What made it worse was wondering what they might be thinking of him right now. The butler just smiled and pointed to what happened to be the very last door at the end of the hall. "It is quite alright dear Fool. All of you must be wanting to settle in right away, I cannot blame you for wanting to be in a more comfortable setting. The last room there is yours."

Alexander gave another bow of his head and thanked the butler. He quickly addressed the rest of his fellow students. "I hope to meet you all later tonight at the dinner. perhaps then we can be properly introduced." With that he turned on his heel and walked at a brisk pace to his door. Oh dear lord, I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest.

He stopped in front of the door. His door. On it was the same image of the jester that was on his card. The jester seemed to grin down at him in an eerie sort of way. The boy gulped. Well, might as well get it over with then. He inserted his key, turned it and opened the door . . . .

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Once inside, what she could only assume to be the main hall of this place she wasn’t exactly sure what to do given that she wasn’t alone and didn’t know her presumed classmates yet. Opting for a safe choice she purposefully made her way towards a couch a little out of the way near one of the corners of the room and settled into it, lying back a little and taking out her sketchbook. She pulled her headphones up over her hat and put them back on so she could enjoy a little music while she worked, her eyes flitting around the room to take in the architecture but most importantly the people standing in it.

Spying a total of five other students, two of which were girls and three boys she tried her best from where she was to jot down their features and such while also drawing a landscape picture of the room itself from where she sat. Definitely an interesting collection of people that was for sure, she mused as she cast her eyes over to the boy sat playing on his DS quietly out of the way. She engrossed in sketching those who she’d seen and would quite possibly have missed the arrival of a girl with hair so bright it almost hurt to look at had it not been for the fact she slammed the door after her. Though Cassie had to admit, even just to herself that her reaction to the bright pink hair was probably due to jetlag finally starting to catch up to her after the journey, and an accompanying yawn did little to dissuade her of that feeling.

She’d just begun adding the girl, after trying her best not to glare since the echo from the slamming door had echoed quite loudly and wondering if she’d have a bright enough pink for the portrait later on when the door was opened again and a pair came in following Joseph. Cassie cocked her head a little towards them, watching as the small petite girl walked more into the room while the rather tall boy seemed to try and hide in the shadows rather than follow. The girl appeared to be asking Joseph something before running back to the boy. Cassandra then lifted her headphones off so they’d hang around her neck as the head butler appeared to be wanting to address them all, but her attention seemed drawn to the latest arrivals.

“Wonder if they’re a couple or something.”

She muttered to herself, flicking a page and quickly doing a speed sketching the two leaning close together, lips almost touching but with one standing in light and the other in darkness.

“We've been informed," The head Butler began, his voice a somewhat sombre tone compared to earlier "that the final student we were expecting tonight has been delayed. It is unfortunate, but we may as well start showing you all to your new rooms. If you would all follow me?"

She was only half listening to Joseph as she finished up her drawing, and wasn’t that interested that others hadn’t arrived but at the mention of room she perked up and quickly tucked her art book and pencils into her bag so she could follow Joseph to their rooms. They’d entered a long hallway with several doors branching off, each of which looked to depict a different Tarot, causing her to fetch her own out to compare with the art on the doors. However before she could she saw one of the others, a boy with blonde hair approach Joseph as he was explaining about the room and request to go straight to his own. Her ears perked up at the comment about him being the Fool which made her chuckle at little as he ran towards the furthest room. Shaking her head she wandered away from the others, looking at each of the portraits on the door and lightly brushing her fingers against the artwork before at last finding her door opposite that of the Lovers, and apparently in the middle of the corridor, similar to their place within the Major Arcana. She put away her card after momentarily comparing the detail between the two and took out her key, turning it sideways to have a look at the Roman numerals for seven before inserting it into the key and entering her room.

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Not exactly the best first impression, that's for sure. Ruko could feel her soul slowly dying as soon as she took a seat just off to the side of the main entrance. Her loud, undoubtedly odd, entry to the building drew most, if not all, the eyes of the people currently situated there. She didn't even need to look up to know that she was being watched. If there ever was a time where she didn't wish to be noticed, this would definitely be it. She idly fidgeted with her card, praying to something that there would be some sort of an excuse that would allow her to blend into the crowd and be the one looking than the one looked at.

As though to answer her prayer, another person entered through the main entrance that she had just recently slammed shut. Well, not person, but people. First was the familiar butler that had stood outside, the one whom she had bolted away from. Following him were two others. One taller male with dark-brown and a smaller girl with a really pale hair color; it seemed to be somewhere in between an extremely pale lavender or a strong silver. The male seemed to be scanning the room. For what reason, Ruko couldn't tell, but he had a look of annoyance in his eyes and his body language suggested that it wasn't because he was looking for a friend. "He seems... like someone to avoid..." She whispered to herself. On the other hand, the smaller girl seemed to have just relayed a message from the butler, Joseph, to the guy. From what she could tell based on that girl's body language, she seemed like she'd be a more cheerful person. An opposite attitude to that of the male. "Why does she hang around that guy..." Ruko asked herself. "Someone who seems as nice as she does can't willingly want to hang out with someone who seems to be rude like him... Is he perhaps... Blackmailing her...?"

Although she knew that having such speculations before you get to know a person is never good, she couldn't help but feel like there was something going on between these two. She'd be sure to keep an eye on that guy, from a distance of course. He didn't seem trustworthy. Ruko took this chance to quickly survey the others in the room. There was another male sitting on the other side of the room near a power outlet. The most peculiar thing that she noticed about him was his hat which had a sort of pattern on it, like an animal pelt or something. Nearby the one with the hat was a figure with long, green hair. "Wow... she has nice hair." Ruko mumbled. Green was holding some sort of plush and, based on how she carried herself, seemed to be an ... interesting person. For lack of better words. Someone to talk to later, definitely.

Moving on, she settled her eyes on a dark skinned female. This one seemed to have an air of mystery around her. One that people could associate with a rebel or vigilante. Next was another male sporting a white beanie with a bit of blonde hair sticking out underneath. "Uhm... based on how he carries himself... He seems like someone who would do a lot of running. Maybe I can..." Ruko shook her head. As much as she would like a running partner, he was a guy. There's no way that would work out given her condition.

Looking a bit more, Ruko's eyes landed on another female who was holding some sort of book. A notebook? No, it was more like a sketchbook. She definitely seemed to be concentrated with her current piece. "Maybe I could ask her if I could see some of her art later." Finally, there was the male with the red hair. He seemed to be on his own, though mostly everyone was. He seemed lonely. Well, either lonely or alone. Those two, albeit close, are not the same.

Before she had much time to contemplate on Red, she heard the butler, Joseph, speak up. He mentioned something about there being a late arrival before striding off down another hall to what was soon to be everyone's new living quarters. It didn't take long for her to be introduced to her room. A door with the same picture as her tarot card allowed it to be easily identified, the Magician. She opened up the door to her room, being sure to close it slowly and quietly behind her. She definitely made enough noise with the door slamming from earlier. No need to repeat that predicament.

She looked around her room, definitely pleased with what she saw. "Wow... Tadaima." She said, letting a smile creep on her face. It wasn't much, just a simple room with beige walls and wood flooring. Despite her being the child of a wealthy family, she definitely preferred this kind of style more. It gave her that sense and feeling of normality. There was even a stand for her guitar and a note saying that her walls were soundproof. Definitely a great room for her. "This is gonna be a good time, I think." she said as she began to unpack her belongings.

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Makoto entered slowly, walking behind the maid who'd brought him into the front hall. Makoto, ever conscientious of the inhabitants of the room, closed the door behind him quietly. By the time he had arrived, there were a few people here, besides himself. A boy with a leopard print hat playing games on a DS, a swarthy skinned woman who looked like she shared some of Makoto's physical proclivities, a shorter girl with long green hair, and another blonde boy who, Makoto could barely tell, seemed to be humming to himself. Makoto merely nodded at each of them before tossing his bags into a corner of the room. Once they'd landed, he walked over and sat on his duffel, waiting for anyone else to arrive.

Sure enough, given a little time, Makoto's fellow classmates joined him and the others. They included a girl with pink twintails, another girl who carried a sketchbook, and, finally, a pair of students, on male one female. Though the girl appeared innocent enough, the boy who arrived last looked, to Makoto, like a real piece of work. Makoto saw the way he looked at people, judging them, assessing their capabilities, sizing them all up. Makoto avoided eye contact with him, eyes staring only at his fists, which clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Makoto had seen that look dozens of times, and Makoto knew, instinctively, that he'd be fighting with that boy one day. Makoto didn't know too much about psychology, or sociology, or anything like that, so he couldn't really tell what the man was thinking. However, he'd been studying martial arts more than long enough to recognize the relaxed, condescending, arrogant stance that the man before him took, as if he owned everything in the world. Makoto knew a bully when he saw one. Makoto scowled to himself. He hated getting riled up like this, but he hated bullies even more. It took a while to calm himself down, but once he had, Makoto sighed with resignation, sitting upright, and lacing his fingers behind his head as he looked at the ceiling. "Oh well," Makoto thought to himself, a smirk on his face. "If worse comes teh worse, I can always beat the livin' tar outta him. That'll get him teh leave me alone."

With the arrival of all the students, the head butler made some noise about how others would be joining up with them later. Travel delays or some shit. With that, he decided it was time to show everyone to their rooms, so Makoto hefted his bags and followed the butler, whose name was Joseph... something, or at least, that's all Makoto had caught. He wasn't really paying attention to much of anything during the arrival of the students, or the introduction of the butler. He was really only thinking about how he was going to get along with everyone. As he took the stairs to the dorms, Makoto thought, "Well, none of 'em know I was a delinquent. None of 'em need teh know, and unless I meet some real jerkhole, I ain't got no reason teh get all riled up 'bout nuthin'." Makoto sighed. "I guess we'll just have teh see how it goes."

When they had reached the dorm hallways, there was some noise being made about whose room was whose. The butler pointed out that each person's room had their name on it, in the form of their card's artwork, and that the key they'd received in the mail was one of a kind, and would only open their room's door. "Cool..." Makoto mumbled, trailing off as his eyes lingered on each door until he found his own. To Makoto's chagrin, it was just as depressing as the content of his card. For a moment, Makoto only stood before his door, glancing at both the card and the door's artwork in turn. He sighed once more, a reassuring palm came up to his face, and his fingers knit his brow. Resigning himself, Makoto picked up his bags and opened the door.

Upon entering, Makoto didn't really look around too much, simply shutting the door behind him, and dropping his bags to the floor. As he looked up, Makoto smiled. There was a traditional entryway at the front of his room, with the majority of his actual room being completely hidden by a wall. As he looked around, Makoto noticed that the floor was cement, but there was raised, wooden flooring a few steps from the door, providing a three by five foot space to keep one's shoes without getting water or dirt on the wooden floor. There were even a few pairs of slippers at the door. Makoto, upon inspecting them, swallowed hard. One pair was black, while the rest were white. Back home, Makoto had the only pair of black slippers. His grandmother's were brown, his mother's were red, his brother's blue, and his sister's pink, but Makoto's were black. Nervously, Makoto took off his shoes, and slipped on his sandals. He sighed with contentment. They were perfect. They had just enough support for his arches, while still maintaining a perfect amount of softness. "They must be lined with some kind of fur..." Makoto mumbled to himself, they were very warm. Picking up his bags once more, Makoto stepped up onto the wooden flooring and took a few steps down the small hallway. "Ojama-shimasu." Makoto said softly as he strode down the hallway, his manners not completely forgotten. There seemed to be a door on the end of the hallway. Through the window on said door, Makoto could see the sky. Perhaps it led to a balcony of some type. While Makoto was impressed with the scale of the place, he had to admit, it was kind eery. How could these people have known Makoto like to stare into the night sky from a balcony? How could they have known he had black slippers back home? Before Makoto could really come up with any definitive answers to the questions that were beginning to pop into his mind, he'd turned to face a paper sliding door and opened it, revealing the room inside.

Makoto's room was, essentially, a small, traditional Japanese house. There was a secondary hallway, which had a hardwood floor. This hallway led down past Makoto's own, fully stocked, kitchen. Upon further inspection, Makoto realized that small hallway separated a tiled washroom, specifically for bathing, from the bathroom. The washroom even had a full-sized bath. At the end of that hallway was a stacked washing machine and a dryer for Makoto to do his own laundry. Past the kitchen, which Makoto was still freaking out about, was a sitting room, complete with tatami mats. Such a room could easily host six guests quite comfortably. On the table in this sitting room, Makoto had been provided his own electric tea set, there were even cups for guests. The farthest wall in the sitting room was a closet, set on sliding doors, that housed no less than four futons, pillows, blankets, and a kotatsu for when it got too cold. Makoto only smirked. "Like I'll be havin' sleepovers any time soon..."

Having finished the inspection of his room, and finding it eerily similar to his own home in Japan, Makoto found that he was, mostly, pleased with the living arrangements, and put away his clothes. He set up his phone charger and even put his toothbrush in a cup on a shelf in the bathroom. Satisfied, Makoto changed into some less grungy clothes. He took off his slippers and put on a nice polo shirt and a cleaner jacket along with some less torn pants. After putting his shoes back on, Makoto decided we would head downstairs to meet up with the butler. He'd said there would be something about dinner, and Makoto was feeling hungry.

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She paused. The soft clicking she’d been hearing for a while now finally catching her attention as she glanced over at the record player, where the needle had reached the end of the record and was now trying to signal that and was now just playing a faint static. This meant she’d spent way to long lost in her own world and caused her to feel a little guilty as the others could well be waiting on her so she quickly rinsed her paint brushes and sealed the tins, several of which were now open compared to the one she’d taken out, and stored everything away before double checking her clothes and such in the mirror.

Satisfied with her appearance and choice of outfit, that of tattered jeans and a AC/DC t-shirt she’d pulled from her trunk she hooked her headphones around her neck and pulled her cap over her head and smiled warmly at her reflection. Her mind going back to when her dad had bought her the massively oversized cap, at least back then, because of her love for Fievel, and it was showing its age a little. Sighing a little at the wonderful hours of awkward interactions to come she picked up her sketchbook at dropped a few pencils and fine pens into her pockets before leaving her room to head downstairs to the dining hall, locking her door behind her and lightly juggling the key.

Her thoughts turning back to the half-finished mural now adorning her walls as she entered the hall, wondering what she’d need to add to the small cluster of portraits she’d quickly sketched out for each of her fellow students so far as she spotted a few of them already in the room. Each face she’d drawn had been hinting at her understanding of them and their cards, though most were half complete and rough things with little personality save for a half caught glimpse. As she settled down in one of the large chairs around the table she pulled her feet up to sit cross legged as she doodled a little to amuse herself, lifting her headphones back over her ears so she could distance herself a little.

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There was no point in trying to sit at the end of the table; though he'd certainly like to, Nathan somehow had the feeling he wouldn't be the only one vying for those chairs. Therefore, he instead sat in one of the seats closest to the table's center.

While food had already been placed on the table, not everyone was present, and though the sweet aromas tempted Nathan to reach out and snatch some of it, he forced himself to remain still. Looking around, he noticed a girl sitting towards one of the ends of the table, with short brown hair and a sketch pad...yep, one of his other peers. He remembered now.

...is it okay to open up? To try and get to know her a bit better...maybe...?
No, no good at all...what if I say something wrong, and cause her to end up hating me? I shouldn't do it...but...


Oh, to hell with it. Someone would have to break the ice eventually. And as strange as it seemed, Nathan chose to get her attention in possibly one of the most childish ways possible.

"H-hey..." Still sitting in his seat, he attempted to call out to her...but his voice wasn't quite working well enough; it came out as a feeble stammer. Fantastic.

Clearing his throat and mentally steeling himself for how much he might suffer afterwards, Nathan forced his expression into a mischievous smile and stood up, moving to the chair right next to the artist girl and sitting down in it. "Hey. What are you doing over there? You're looking...awfully sketchy."

...I am going to regret this so, so much.

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Ruko jolted up with a start. She looked around with confused as her brain strained to remember what she was doing prior to falling asleep. "Ah.. right. I was getting settled in..." She glanced around the room, noting that she really did not have much done. Her clothes lay strewn about, some already in the dresser, others scattered around the room. The only thing that could really be considered tidy in her room was her guitar which lay against its stand neatly in a corner.

The pink haired girl's brain finally kicked back into gear, remembering that they, the other students and herself, were to meet up for dinner. "Ima nanji?" She exclaimed, jumping up from her bed. She scrambled over to the digital clock which she had brought with her. She muttered a curse under her breath and nearly bolted out of her room, almost forgetting to lock her door behind her. There was still time before the actual time, but being there early was something she had planned on doing beforehand.

As she neared the dining hall, Ruko slowed her pace down a little. Thankfully she was quite sporty, otherwise she would have been panting hard. If there was anyone else in the dining hall before her, it would be quite weird if she came in grasping for air. She slowly eased open the door just a crack and took a peek inside. Inside were four other bodies. There was the scary red-haired guy from before. Red was off by his lonesome, but Ruko was nowhere near courageous to approach him casually and just start up a conversation; for more reasons than one, of course. Next was the lady with the long green hair. It looked like she had some sort of plush with her. Ruko was more of an outdoorsy kind of person so she never really played much in terms of video games, but she definitely recognized that one. Although, it struck Ruko as odd; the kind of emotion that was being emanated from Green. It was kind of like... She was trying her best to be invisible. Odd.

Before Ruko could even look at the next person, she heard a voice call out. Judging by the direction of it, it belonged to the boy with the animal hat. "Hey. What are you doing over there? You're looking...awfully sketchy." He had said, looking in the direction of the lady with the sketchbook. It almost reminded her of how middle-school boys would tease the person they had a crush on. Maybe that's what was going on... Ruko brought up her palm to her forehead and had to suppress laughing out loud right then and there on account of how miserable that was. "Yabai. Yabai." She warned herself. "I'll be noticed before I even enter." She looked again, but she didn't even need to read his face to know that Animal Hat was already regretting his words. Ruko glanced over to the one he was talking to, the one with the sketchbook, and noticed that her ears had earbuds in them. Sighing and shaking her head, Ruko couldn't help but wonder whether or not Animal Hat knew about it. Sketch definitely had that I'm-busy-don't-speak-to-me kind of body language right now.

All things considered, Ruko figured her best bet right now would be to see if she could talk with Green, so she called her for now. Red seemed like a definite no-go. She definitely didn't want to get in the way of Animal Hat's advances on Sketch. She took a deep breathe to compose herself. She would have to interact with people for the dinner. She displayed enough weakness upon her arrival. It was time to get back in the flow. She needed to know what each person could do, what they liked, what they didn't. Male or female, she needed to get on their good sides. She took another breath, "You are not afraid. You are strong." She repeated to herself.

She swiped her hand in front of her face, mentally changing from her normal self to her actor self. She pushed open the dining hall doors and walked inside, a smile pasted on her face. She walked over to the green-haired lady, tapping on her shoulder. "Excuse me. May I sit here?"


Ima nanji-What time is it?
Yabai-Risky/Dangerous

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He might have just fallen asleep right then and there on his new bed if not for a muffled meowing that was coming from a rather large, box shaped bag that had yet to be opened. Eyes snapping open, Alex sprung from his bed and ran over to the bag, quickly beginning to open it. "Shit shit shit shit, I'm so sorry!" The second the bag opened a black blur darted out of it like oil in water. The poor boy stumbled and fell flat on his butt, A startled look plastered across his face. Just before he could regain his bearings Alex felt something brush up against his back. It was the annoyed meow that brought a nervous chuckle out of him. Turning around, Alex's eyes met bright yellow ones surrounded by pitch black fur. "Sorry Spooky, I had gotten myself so caught up in all of this that I had forgotten about you." The cat meowed again in protest but was quickly quieted when Alex reached over and began scratching her behind the ears. "I'll make it up to you I promise. Until then why don't you take a look around our new home."

After getting up and leaving the cat to go about exploring the room, He noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh geeze is it that time already? I'm gonna be late if i keep mucking about." He paused for a moment to replay what he had just said in his head. Mucking about? I'm starting to sound like grandpa. The fool shook his head and went to get himself changed.

While still wearing his hat, Alex had dressed up into more fitting clothing for dinner with his new classmates and teachers. White button down shirt, black slacks, simple leather shoes. and A light material black jacket with silvery trim here and there. He had considered adding a tie, but seeing how his current outfit was not all that formal he chose against it. Not too fancy, but not too cheep and boring either. perfect. For the final touch, Alex grabbed a pair of sky blue headphones and put them around his neck before jacking them into his MP3 player. With that, he was now confident to go out and meet everyone. Though the nervousness did come back once he got to the door.

"Alright Spooky, I'm heading out. Don't go watching any weird videos on the internet while I'm gone."
Alexander chuckled a bit as he closed the door behind him.

He saw nobody else in the hallway. After a second glance back and forth, He saw a few people heading in the direction of what he assumed would be the dining room. He made a mental note to try and remember the academy's layout soon so he would be able to navigate the place himself. Alex soon found himself following them, which was probably his best option. The fool then put on his headphones and set his MP3 to a song he currently liked. Once it started playing, he began singing alone with it. Imitating the singers voice perfectly.

"I'm just setting, I'm just setting a trap
And I'm not pulling, no
I'm not pulling for you, you're just pulling at me
I'm not a betting man but this is a sure thing

I've been to Tokyo and to South Africa
So many places that you might say I've seen it all
But my favorite place is the warm embrace
Of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall

Everything I do is bittersweet
You could tell me secrets that I'll probably repeat
I'm not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak
It feels like we're pulling teeth
So bittersweet~"


He kept on singing as he made his way through the halls. Still into the song when they arrived at the dinning room. Alex didn't pay much attention to the people already there. he just went and found a place to sit while they waited for everyone else. seeing as there were currently more chairs then the number of people in the room. He was glad to be occupied with his song. it would take his mind off the food and help his confidence once he had to start socializing. And so he kept on singing, if not a bit quieter then before.


Song: Panic! At The Disco - Bittersweet

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The little world that Hakon would draw himself into during times like this was something of a strange one. Jellyfish and deer ran about freely along with other strange images. One could relate them to a screen saver on a computer as Hakon sat down, attempting to calm down.

"Excuse me. May I sit here?" a voice knocking him out of this benign delusion, causing his head to snap toward her. He sighed in slight relief. "Oh! S-s-sorry about sat. Please I von't shtop you." He stammered, trying to be polite while also trying not to flip out and run away. He had never had anyone ask if they could have could sit somewhere. If anything, he was the one asking and at that point he would have just banished himself to a dark corner This was new and made him shiver slightly and his leg shake, making his foot thump against the floor and the plush jump slightly.

He stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact as he tried to assess the rest that were in the room. A red male seemed to be wandering about by his lonesome. A frightening looking one at that. He shivered as he muttered slightly, hoping that the food would come soon so, again, he wouldn't have to talk much.

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"Awfully sketchy? I'm drawing something while I think of more to add to other pictures, and stars help me think. They're beautiful."

This response...wasn't what Nathan expected at all. Sure, he could sense that very small amount of sarcasm in her remark, letting him know that she got the joke, but he was surprised she didn't seem irritated in the slightest.

”Le mystère des étoiles,” the girl murmured, removing her headphones from her ears and shifting herself into a new position that allowed Nathan to see her art--not that he knew if she intended for that. At the moment, it was nothing more than a penciled sketch of what looked like outer space...

...but, whoa. Leaning in closer with a stunned expression, Nathan couldn't believe his eyes. What was with this sketch? He was no serious art expert, but this...the sheer amount of detail in the atmospheres of each planet, all the stars that were drawn in without looking simply like lazily-forgotten gaps in shading...it seemed impossible. He looked up at her face, still disbelieving, and was even more baffled to find she was looking straight at him. You've GOT to be kidding me! How is she this good?!

...I'm probably nothing compared to her...

"So, what is your name, Mr. Nintendo? And given our doors and such, your card.”

Hearing her voice, Nathan immediately banished what he had been thinking about to a dark corner of his mind and returned his gaze to meet the artist girl's eyes, hoping she hadn't seen his expression sadden. Come on, idiot, try not to make this conversation trainwreck, will you?

"Oh. Uh..." He forced another smile onto his face, but it didn't feel quite right there anymore. "I'm Nathan Alshane, and my card is Strength. And what about you?" Putting on a grin, he closed his eyes and held up a palm in some kind of cliche anime-like hand gesture. "Wouldn't be surprised if you had stars or something, though. I mean, your drawing is pretty stellar."

Deep down, he hoped desperately his own bad jokes would at least get him to think about something other than her stunning drawing...compared to his own imperfect talents, and the envy that came with them.

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It didn't take much to understand more or less what was going on in the green-haired lady's mind. Well, for Ruko at least. Green was pretty much an open book. Between her stutters, her shift in body language and his refusal to make eye contact, anyone would be able to tell that she was uncomfortable. For what reason, Ruko had some ideas. After all, they, all the students, had been gathered on short notice and they hardly knew one another.

Ruko's brain immediately went to work. As of yet, Green was just another mystery. A person with an unknown story. Everyone has their own point of tolerance, she needed to figure out what that was. Of course, the only way to do that would be to initialize conversation and get to know the person a little. Taking a deep breath and reassuring herself once more, she sat down beside Green and looked at her with a smile.

"Hajimemashite, I'm Ruko. Nice to meet you." Ruko said cheerfully, extending out an opened hand to the one beside her. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a way to start things off. "Ah, I'm the holder of the Magician arcana." She added. Considering the situation, she may as well say her tarot as well. Chances are not everyone even knows what the cards stand for so no harm no fowl.

Through her peripherals she made sure to keep track of where everyone was in the room. To one side was the red haired guy, still off on his lonesome. Ruko was able to read much on him at that moment as his body language was in a neutral position, not hinting any interest in anything but his own thoughts. To the other was Sketch and Animal Hat, they seemed to chatting up a storm and, judging by their body language, they were enjoying themselves. Ruko grinned a little at that, Animal Hat's advances on Sketch worked, more or less. Who knows how that will develop.

Hajimemashite-Nice to meet you.

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Alexander's singing died away as the track finished playing. He turned off his MP3 and slid his blue headphones off his ears, now letting them hang around his neck. After a quick scan of the room it had appeared that nobody had payed much attention to his singing. Which was a relief for him since he had been so caught up in the song. Then again, just because nobody was reacting did not necessarily mean they hadn't noticed.

And there goes his confidence. Social anxiety now dropping like a ton of bricks in his chest, Alex's face started becoming a bit to hot for his liking. Meaning he was probably as red as a tomato right now. He hunched his back and raised his shoulders, tucking in his neck. None of these people knew him. So why was he so freaked out? Well years of being judged and taking abuse is a hard thing to shake off. People were scary. You never knew what their thoughts of you were. But what probably bothered The fool more then anything was the eyes. When people stared it felt like they were looking right through him and seeing something that had absolutely no use to anyone. Alex began to mumble to himself "Please don't stare at me, please don't stare at me, Just please don't stare at me."

Alex was regretting himself for being so careless and getting caught in the heat of the moment. Pulling his hat halfway down over his face as he mumbled his little mantra over and over to himself.I really hate being like this. Why can't I get over something as simple as drawing attention to myself? Oh right, its because of my dad and every one back home.

Slowly taking deep breaths, Alex soon brought himself back to a more calm state. He adjusted his hat so his face was visible yet again and sat up straight. Trying to be more casual then he felt, and looked considering his face was still flushed a nice shade of pink. Way to go Alex, you probably made yourself look like more of a freak then you already are. He did a double take in his head just then, Okay, I just called myself a freak......wow and I'm speaking to myself in my head. Can i get anymore pathetic? The Fool soon dismissed that thought after thinking it. No need to be too negative. What had he told himself before? He has a fresh start here, these people can become actual friends. A smile began to grow on his face then.

Looking back at the others, Alex now gave himself the time to remember faces. The red haired guy was standing alone. He seemed as anti-social as he did back in the main hall. Still, wouldn't hurt to say hello and be introduced. Then there was the girl that was with the guy with the Animal hat. They seemed to be getting along. The girl seemed nice enough and so did the guy in the hat. Mr. animal hat had been playing a video game when Alex had first walked in the front hall. Talk about video games, perfect icebreaker. shouldn't be too hard.

His attention was now on the girls with pink and green hair. Alex swore he could smell The green one from where he was sitting. Granted it didn't smell to bad, but a bit to earthy for his tastes. She seemed a bit skittish though from her current state and mannerisms. Maybe about as bad as he was just a minute ago. It might just end up being awkward for both of us if i try and talk to her directly. He sighed and moved on to the pink haired girl. She seemed cheerful. It looked like she was observing everyone else in the room at the time. maybe sizing everyone up, or more likely seeing who to talk with next. Granted Alex was just assuming she was the talkative type since she seemed to have just walked right up to Green.

In the end, He just rested his chin in his hands with his elbows planted on the tables edge. Letting his gaze wonder around as they all waited for the other students to show up.


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The sound of ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys was steadily echoing from the headphones hanging around Cassie’s neck now, causing her fingers to lightly tap out the tune against the page while her pencil started to draw oscilloscopic lines that were half matching that of the music and half that of the words passing between her and Nathan. She sighed a little and shook her head as he made a massively over emphasised pun and resulted in her nodding along with his self-declaration of how beyond horrible it had turned out to be.

She ended up rolling her eyes a little at it and saw out of the corner of her eye that two more from earlier had arrived with the seemingly bubbly pink haired girl deciding to approach the girl with the lovely green hair who had been sat cuddling a plush creature of some sort for a while now. While the Fool had entered the room, apparently singing a little before taking a seat on his own, and seeming a little dejected at first glance. She turned her focus back to Nate following his unusually long pause and stared at him a little perplexed at him trying to make yet another badly designed joke which resulted in her a response being a little unsure as his enthusiasm began overwhelm her a little.

”Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

She smiled at him again before glancing around the room to see what the others were up to and saw that the couple from earlier had finally arrived. The rather cold boy seemed to keep his distance while the girl approached the fool and started to speak to him. Beyond that she’d lost her interest in the couple, though her hands had other ideas and had begun to doodle an intricate yin-yang symbol in the empty area of the sky. Within the darker half she sketched a prowling panther that seemed to dominate the piece while the other side held a strong yet demure seeming silvery leopard.

Her eyes swept back across the room and settled on the boy with red hair sitting alone and a mischievous grin spread across her face and she flipped the book onto a fresh page and began to draw a intricate message, pulling in aspects and references of the major arcana and repeating them within the image with the primary focus on that of Strength to the side and the Chariot on the other with a rather blank space left for another card to take centre stage between them. From here she ripped the paper out of the book and folded it a few times it now looked like a paper airplane, and the artwork merged to look completely different in this new shape with the words “What is your name?” placed above the cards now on the left wing while the words “What is your Tarot?” placed on the other wing rather than below the cards on the full picture.

She smiles a little at herself and shows Nate the result, both unfolded and folded before making sure it’s ready to fly, then points over towards the redhead.

”You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is so I figured this would get his attention.”

Laughing a little to herself she shrugs and pulls back her arm to launch the airplane towards the solitary boy, and watches with interest as it soars straight towards him and the point lands directly on his head. Her eyes wide in surprise and panic she sinks into her chair and pulls her hat down over her face, but not enough so her eyes can’t peak out underneath to see what the damage truly is.

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"Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

Oh...hm, maybe I should tone it down a little. Maybe. Nonetheless, Nathan felt things were getting off to a pretty good start here. Hopefully keeping this friendship wouldn't be too hard as well...

Noticing Cassandra was looking around the room at the others, Nathan considered following her gaze. After all, his 3DS was still charging in his room, so there was no using that as a distraction. He could keep trying to talk to Cassandra, but then again, what if he screwed up, and she got tired of him?...plus, he was basically out of things to say without getting downright nosy.

A rustle of paper caused him to glance down at Cassandra's sketch pad again, just in time to see her flip to a blank page. From there, her hands started moving again and creating another picture...Nathan quickly averted his eyes, trying not to think about what her drawings reminded him of.

...well, that didn't last long, because there was another sound--tearing this time--and he found the drawing being held up in front of his face. Among the intricate designs, he could see the lady in the white dress from the Strength card standing to one side, holding the lion's maws closed. On the opposite side, a man with a scepter and a crown sat in a cart pulled by two sphinxes. That must be Cassandra's card...the Chariot, right?

What confused him was the blank space in the middle of the drawing...until Cassandra's hands started moving, folding it up into a paper airplane. "You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is, so I figured this would get his attention,” she told him with a laugh.

"Uh..." For once, Nathan didn't really have anything to say, though he did catch a glimpse of the words "What is your name?" and "What is your Tarot?" on the wings. "Well, uh...okay then."

By the time he managed to think of a good pun (something about "winging it"), Cassandra was already throwing the airplane. It sailed clean across the table...and promptly landed near the targeted red-haired boy. And by "landed near", we mean "nosedived into in his hair."

Seeing where it ended up, Cassandra seemed to panic, and she quickly slumped back into her chair, pulling her hat over her face, as if to make herself look less suspicious. Nathan looked down at her in confusion, then looked back at the red-haired boy...until it finally registered in his mind that he might be the only other possible suspect for throwing that thing. Oh yes, not to mention how muscle-bound that guy was.

Crap. He didn't even have any excuses ready. Alright, time to slooooooooowly turn my head and look the other way, like none of that even happened...

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He was well aware of the two other students as they both walked through the door. It looked about the same as when the two had entered the front hall. Alex gave relatively quick glances towards the girl and boy. Which was not long since only seconds after entering, the boy walked off to the furthest table end. Away from as many of them as possible. not the social type it seems

The boy, from the look he had on his face, did not seem pleased when he had walked through the door. If anything he looked like a grumpy kid not getting thee way. I could bet money that he is spoiled. No way he isn't with an attitude like that.

It was only when Alexander went to bring his attention to the girl that he realized she was now right across from him. The poor boy almost jumped in his seat. Oh dear god when did she get there?? before he had time to think she had introduced herself with a nice smile.

"Um, hello. I'm Louella, one of the Lovers, it's very nice to meet you."

Alex blink for a second, trying his best not to turn scarlet again. Thank goodness he found his voice when he did. Awkward silence between him and a girl was the last thing he needed. The fool smiled back warmly, " I'm Alexander, The Fool. It's nice to meet you too." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but kept smiling. Which wasn't hard, but he still felt a bit out of place in front of a girl that looked like her. Like comparing a crow to a dove. Oh god help me I'm getting poetic now. It was then when it dawned on him that she was as nervous as he was. That came as a relief. Though his introduction might not have been so great, he could have sworn his voice had cracked halfway through it.

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Mimiko Welmhad basically sat in her room for the few hours she had before everyone started to make wither way to the dining room. She had spent those hours either playing with her dog (Peaches) or tinkering around with a tiny rebot she found on her dresser. She thought it seemed really cool so she decided to mess around with it and eventually get it to work again.

As she was finally don't fixing it up she heard the other students whispers and such as they went to the dining hall. She sighed and sat up from her bed. Peaches(her dog) sat up and watched her before she set the toy on the dresser for the meantime. She looked at the watch then her dog. She knew she really couldn't leave him there unless she wanted to have a completely messed up room. She was still waiting for the little dog house keeper thing to come in so she could leave her in the room when she needed to. But as she said it hasn't came in and she doesnt trust her puppy at all.

With a slight sigh he got up putting on her usual outfit for the meeting people. She laughed to herself thinking about it. Since it only consisted of white sponge Bob shirt that showed him dancing with Patrick and skin jeans paired with pink converse. In her opinion this was perfect meeting someone material. It showed her weirdnesss and part of her love for spongebob. Mimimo knew it was a little more than strange and stood up to get up to go to the dining area she assumed it would be. But before than she put the green leash on her dog as she happily followed her.

Through halls she had the small toy ahead of her. She was controling it with the remote and was quite frankly having a fun time doing it in general. She smiled to herself as she could hear all the voices in the dining hall. Before making her entrance with the small pup that was excited to be everywhere and jump all over the place, the small robot walked in before her. It was like that classical scene when you see a robot roaming around out of no where and it made her laugh softly wondering if anyone would notice it at all.

After a few minutes of the robot walking around the dining hall she moved and made her way into it herself. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and sat in one off the farther areas of the room. If anyone would want to know her they would have the opportunity to talk to her if they wished. But she was more so interested in the guy sitting next to her. He seemed a bit....grumpy at the moment.

Her small dog sat in her lap and began to bark at him in more of a playful way so she laughed and shushed her dog and Peaches remained quiet. She looked at the boy again and gave him a smile. "Hey there grumpy pants! I'm Mimiko, might I ask your name?". She had asked with with a wide grin on her face. Secretly she hoped that he wouldn't take offense to that at all since she was more so joking around with him a bit.

Once again she looked around the room at everyonre as they started to get to chatting a little more. She started to take notes on the way everyone was acting to see how any of them would kind of get along with each other. So far they all seemed like decent people, she had even laughed when she saw one of the boys had more so a surprised look on his face when a girl sat near him.

Dear Diary,
I honestly have to say that I think I will enjoy it here. This will be a pleasant change for me and I'm already liking it. I hope for some more interesting things to happen soon......

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"A... Ashita... Ashitapoura...?" Ruko said, attempting to sound out the name of the green haired person. It didn't quite sound right coming from her mouth, but that was most likely due to the difference in speech and language. The name was definitely not Japanese, that's for sure. Just then Ruko noticed something flutter out from the plush that had been riding Astapora's lap. It appeared to be her tarot card, one that Ruko easily recognized as The High Priestess. As she was about to reach for the card and pick it up as an act of goodwill, Astapora lunged forth and grabbed it.

Ruko couldn't help but laugh at the obvious embarrassment that was shown on Astapora's face. The pink-haired girl put her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. It wasn't for another few moments that she was able to calm down, wiping a tear forming at the corner of her eye. "Paenitet." She coughed, catching her breath, "Erhm. I'm sorry about that, Ashita-san. Eh, ah... Is it okay for me to call you that?"

At that moment in time, Ruko noticed a white object shoot by her peripherals. She turned just in time to see a paper plane land directly onto Red's head. She scanned the room, checking to see if she could find where the plane was launched from... and was very disappointed. She may very well have had bright neon signs pointing to her saying "I threw the plane!" Of course, Ruko was referring to Sketch who was, very openly, expressing her guiltiness by slumping into her seat a pulling down her hat. Then again, based on the expression on her face, Sketch was somewhat intending to be found out. Of course, it didn't really help that Mr. Animal Hat was acting pretty suspicious about it himself. Whether they wished it or not, they would be noticed.

At that moment in time, Ruko noticed two more bodies in the room that had not been there before. That would be the tall guy who's probably blackmailing the little girl, as well as said little girl. There was no way that such a sweet looking girl would willingly
be with a guy who looks so rotten to the core. The guy, Ruko decided she'd call him Akuma for now, seemed all stand-offish, staying by himself. The little girl, Ruko dubbed her as Tenshi for now, went over to the nervous looking boy who was sitting by himself previously. Ruko's eyes darted back to Akuma, glaring.

Before long, another person entered the scene, waltzing straight up to Akuma. This girl had orange bows in her hair, leading to Ruko calling her Ribbons. Ruko had to admit, the girl had courage to just flat out sit herself down beside someone as frightening as Akuma, let alone strike up a conversation with him. A sound that Ruko heard before came from that general direction. At first Ruko had no idea what it was, but as she squinted her eyes she could just barely make out something furry squirming about on Ribbons lap.

"Inu...?" Ruko mumbled, as though to confirm what she was seeing. Upon hearing another bark come from that direction, Ruko shot upwards, knocking her chair over behind her. "Ah! It's a dog!" She exclaimed with excitement, a smiling stretching across her face. "Ashita-san! That's a dog, isn't it? It is! It is!" Ruko put her arms on Astapora's shoulders, shaking them back and forth. Not once did she take her eyes away from the dog, showing as much professionalism as a five year old on a sugar rush.


Paenitet-Sorry
Akuma-Devil
Tenshi-Angel

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Hakon's head sunk into his shoulders as Ruko laughed at his slight mishap. As minor as it was, in his mind, it was a bad first impression. Possibly something that she'd put over his head for a while. Although it was something he was used to, it still hurt him to have said thought. "Es ist nicht so lustig.*" he muttered in protest under his breath as he stuffed the card back into Axel. Looking back at her again once she stopped laughing, he bowed slightly as he scratched the back of his head as he looked about the room again, nodding in approval.

Leopard hat and Purple headphones seemed to look guilty this time around as he noticed something different about Big red. A paper airplane had landed on him. Snickering mentally, it was probably something to get his attention. Lavender and White hat were still hitting it off and still some missing seats. Hakon sighed and leaned back into his seat, petting the plush dolls' head for comfort. It wasn't as bad as he had thought it was going to be. Aside from dropping his card, he assumed that this Ruko was at least friendly. Things were at the very least looking up in terms of finally getting along with people outside his foster family. A slight smile swam it's way across his face.

However, the shaking of his shoulders soon rattled him out of his comfort zone. Ruko yelling in his ear and shaking him had imminently tensed him up as he did not like being touched by people he didn't know. But one word made his mind turn in the worst way possible....

dog....

Dog...

DOG...

Before the green could even register the fact that Ruko was happy about the little beast, had he literally leaped out of his chair with Axel in his mouth, onto the table on all fours, bounding off of Big Red and diving into a far corner of the room hiding behind the Shiny Gliscor plush; shaking and shivering like he had just been found after a massive fire fight. All the while screaming the word "nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" through the plush, though ironically sounding almost exactly like a dog's whine. Curled up in the corner of the dinning hall as tight as he possibly could, wide eyed as he kept his eyes on where he thought the dog was. The thought of him making an absolute fool of himself failed to cross his mind at this point.

Only the need to get as far away from the dog was of natural importance at this time.

*Es ist nicht so lustig. = it's not that funny.

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Makoto was, frankly speaking, quite bored. Having found the dining room, which was still without food, Makoto was, to say the least, beginning to feel grumpy. He had only started making his way down to the dining room because there were no groceries in his refrigerator up in his room. If there had been food for him up in his room, Makoto probably wouldn't have left, as he would have been perfectly fine just cooking for himself. "It'd probably taste better anyway..." Makoto mumbled to himself. "Well, I'd probably prefer it to whatever it is they're makin'." Having finished his grumbling, Makoto rubbed his aching stomach. That damn butler from before had said there would be dinner, but where was it? To ease his growling stomach, Makoto took to examining the artwork in the dining room, one hand still gingerly resting on his stomach. Makoto's hunger aside, there were some really interesting paintings here, and they captured Makoto's attention.

As he stood looking at the artwork, and waiting for that elusive butler who'd promised them food, Makoto noticed that the others had entered the dining room as well. There was the green haired little girl, who was still carrying the little plushie she'd arrived with. From what Makoto could tell, he needed to treat her with kiddy gloves. She seemed... fragile, to say the least. Then there was a pink haired girl. Makoto couldn't tell what her deal was, but she seemed nice enough. Then there were the two other boys, both with hats. One was singing to himself, quite well actually, and the other was chatting it up with the girl who'd brought a sketchpad with her. There was even a girl who'd brought a white dog with her. They were all interacting with each other pleasantly enough. However, Makoto paid them no mind. As long as they planned on leaving him alone, Makoto saw no reason to interact with them. At the very least, Makoto hoped that his appearance alone would be enough to keep that one boy away from him. The one who came in with the silvery haired girl. Of all the people here, he was the one Makoto needed to keep himself away from. Makoto could tell that, given enough time, Makoto would come to hate him, and that would lead to only one thing. Makoto would kill that boy, given time and the reason to hate him. Makoto could tell. He'd lived in this world for long enough. Makoto could tell a predator apart from prey, and that jerk was definitely a predator, a bully. As he and his sister made their way into the dining room, Makoto scoffed, scowling to himself. He turned from them as they fully entered the room, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Hopefully, Makoto's body language would tell those two, the boy and his sister, to stay away from him.

However, it was at that moment, that Makoto's position, with his back turned to the majority of the room, would keep him from avoiding a most dreadful occurrence. Unbeknownst to Makoto, a paper airplane was being folded behind him. Its creator then threw the plane, and it drifted lazily into Makoto's hair, nose first. "Ahh... what the?" Makoto griped, reaching up to extricate the airplane from his hair. What Makoto wasn't expecting, however, was the drawings on the little airplane. Unfolding the paper, Makoto studied it. There was a woman holding the jaws of a lion closed, and underneath was the question, "What is your name?" On the other side of the paper was a chariot, drawn by sphinxes. It too was labelled with a question, "What is your tarot?" Cocking an eyebrow, Makoto reached into his pocket, pulling his out the card that came with the key to his room. "Tarot? Death..." Makoto murmured to himself. Keeping a hold on the unfolded airplane and his card, Makoto turned, facing the room. Makoto squinted, his eyes seeking out guilt with all the hunger and rapaciousness of an angry wolf. He found it. The girl with the sketchpad and the boy with the leopard print hat. Both were looking away from Makoto guiltily, and the girl had hidden her sketchbook. Makoto smirked, and he strode confidently towards the pair. "Oi!" Makoto quipped, a wolfish grin on his face, his eyes flashing with excitement as he cornered the pair of them. He was only planning on teasing them a little. "Does'this belong to yeh?" Makoto asked, somewhat intimidating. As he spoke, Makoto placed the unfolded paper airplane on the table. Lying on top of it, was Makoto's Tarot card, Death. It was placed between the Chariot and Strength, its pale rider atop his black horse glaring at any who might view it, and its name, "Death," easily visible. With that, Makoto decided to play the bad guy, just a little, then they'd all have a good laugh about it. Placing one hand on the table, and the other on the back of the chair the girl was sitting in, Makoto made sure to look directly into the boy's eyes first, then the girl's, his own eyes flashing and a smirk on his face.