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Dishonor sat under a gazebo he recently made reading an re-reading an old journal for probably about the ten billionth time. As a Homunculus he took pride in the work he did, and as such the gazebo was made to perfection. While the outside was unseen do to the snow, the inside was decorated with a collage of Greek hero's and there foes in one area and Chinese legends in another. In fact just about every ancient culture that existed in the human world was depicted in some way on the gazebos ceiling. He sat there in silence rereading words that he had memorized while his scythe rested against one of the gazebo rails. The snow (even though it had stop snowing the night before) lay completely undisturbed. He still sat there though in nothing more than his jeans and jacket that lay unzipped with a white t-shirt underneath. He had been too focused on his book to notice the almost foot of snowfall. Next to him on a small table laid several small food stuffs that he had brought with him. Freshly made bread, several jars of jam, crackers, along with finely sliced cheese and meats.

Dishonor nearly fell backwards when he heard the new comer come in. "No." Was all he could mutter to say as he stood up, and quickly put the journal away in his coat pocket. He looked at her briefly before moved to the other side of the table and placed a hand on the ground. After the bright crimson light faded away the result was a plush chair. He would wave his hand over the food and chair welcoming her to sit and to some of the food. Regardless if she accepted the chair or not he held out his hand and whispered softly. "Dishonor" He would quickly look away if she were to attempt eye contact. It wouldn't be out of disrespect or shyness but rather trying to avoid being awkward as he wasn't used to being around people. Rather than being around people they always ran in fear.

When she had asked if it was alchemy that I had preformed he nodded his head yes as he lifted his shirt slightly and lowered his waist band on his jeans revealing the mark of the homunculi or Ouroboros as it was commonly referred to. it would rest upon the left hand side and would normally be halfway covered by his pants. Upon seeing her shiver he would quickly take his jacket off and hold it out to her since the cold didn't bother him in the slightest. It was a large black jacket and was warmer than it had looked. He would watch her as her wings shook off the snow. He would smile softly as he pointed to himself and whispered once more "Dishonor".

Unsure of what to do next,he would quickly crouch down in front of her before speaking again."I'm a fourth year..." He spoke as he began touching the ground several times with his palms. Each time he did so he would transmute a little figurine. One would be a crow, another a wolf, and another a raven. He figured he had already made a bad impression and that's not what he wanted. His goal was to make a new beginning. He would place each little figurine one the edge of the table saving the raven for last. he would hold it up in his hand. "My favorite". he whispered before placing it on the table. he would then stand and brush the snow off his pants before sitting down and hiding his face. He could understand it but he felt something aside from her wings made her different than most other people. It's almost as if he could feel some sort of strange aura radiating off of her. He shook his head trying to ignore it. "Dorms?" He asked.

Dishonor gave and awkward smile as the fox walked up but jumped when he heard the voice. All he could manage to say was "Um" as he transmuted a bed for the fox to sit and lay in without the use of a transmutation circle. "Er hi." he whispered softly as he grabbed a few of each of the food items and placed them on the bed. "Here." he spoke as he motioned towards the bed. Once he sat down he pointed at him self and told the fox, "Dishonor." He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured himself a glass as he watched the strange creature.

Still unsure of the creature, (who did now just in fact confirm being a Necro branch student.) Dishonor spoke softly and muttered "Neo" Without warning he would reach down and begin petting the wolf.

"Erm nice?" He asked a little more than answered. Was he making things awkward? Was he doing something wrong? "No that cant bet it, the foxes tail is moving." He thought. He was trying to be social but he wasn't sure how to be social.

Saiga looked up at the boy and tilted his head. He then looked down and yawned, laying down in the bed."sorry...I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable."he said, seeing how he had reacted.

Saiga tilted his head. He wondered why Dishonor didnt talk more. He decided it was best not to ask and stood up."hey...wanna make a snowman? Its been a while since ive been in an area thats actually snowed."he said, hoping he didnt sound like a child. He was pretty old even though his human body appeared 18. He looked up and tilted his head, wondering what the two would say.