Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Hi," she said, accepting his hand. "I'm Lynea. Lynea Morgenson, that is." Shaking his hand, she flashed him a grin and let go. "Nice to meet you too. I just kind of got here."

Lynea looked around the entrance, staring at the mammoth doors. They were decorated like lavish Russian Easter eggs. "So, I was wondering," she paused, hesitant to ask, "Does everyone here have so-called 'arts' or whatever, or just most? I asked before, but the pamphlet is short and doesn't tell you anything except how to donate, and the website's address."

It really was worth a chortle or two- Photoshopped, eye-popping pamphlets and posters hung outside by Lilith's table, advertising Ria like some sort of popular videogame or anime. Funny. For some reason it reminded her of parent-teacher days at her old highschool.

"And what kind do you have, if you don't mind my asking? Not to be blunt or anything, of course!"

And there she was, being a hypocrite again. You certainly could not call her a master of subtlety.

She listened to him with the overattentive, smiling willingness of a kindergartner.

When he was done, the expression on her face was a wide-eyed kind of surprise at all the information she had just taken in voluntarily-without rolling her eyes or being bored. Lynea was sure it must have been some kind of record for her. She'd mark it in her datebook later.

"I see." she said, "So that's what it's all about. To tell the truth, I haven't researched much about Ria. It was kind of a do-or-die shotgun thing." A nervous laugh followed- a crossmock of halbaked apology and punctuation.

"You asked about what I can do?" Lynea said, "Bone manipulation. I can extend my limbs outside of me to their fullest limits- manipulate my body in ways that would probably make a Yoga master weep." She laughed after this- but it was not tainted with nervousness or false courtesy- it was a real, honest to God laugh- a healthy laugh. The kind of laugh you barely hear anymore.

Thanks a lot, Fox.

"It's pretty sick. Wanna see?" Her voice had taken on the tone of a schoolkid eager to show off his new eraser set.

Malla approached the school gates the same way she would any new place: shoulders swinging, legs clomping, an awkward slinking tomboy walk.
By the time she got to Lilith, she had produced a stack of paperwork high enough to shame any decent-sized wedding cake.

She glanced down at the sea of sheets below her with doubting eyes, looked up, and scanned the hot tile walkway, hoping to find something that might help. She noticed a rosy girl talking to a man with sunglasses. Her hands looked so bare, so free of papers. Maybe she would know what to do.

Malla jogged up to her and asked, "Hello. Can you write for me? I can't do the thing over there." She finished by pointing at the stalagmite of paper she had left behind her.

"Aw, man. Grandma was right. Now my hair is beginning to grow longer and change color!" Corrin Ayima exclaimed, noticing that her hair now reached past her shoulder blades, and it was turning to a much lighter blue. Not to mention she thought she had grown a few inches taller. The older teen sighed softly and rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she sat on the ground, staring at all the newer arrivals.

"Just how many students can this damned school hold, huh? It's like twelve newbies every twelve seconds," Cor muttered, rolling her eyes as she watched the programmed robots journey to every new student, asking for the letter. "Y'know... I bet they can get pretty annoying," She told herself, watching one from a distance with a glare. It was a bit strange. Her first new friend had already been kicked out of the school. Now, once again, she had no one.

"I still say this was a bad idea."

Corrin examined her nails, glad that at least something about her was normal, though they still weren't 4 inches. They were sharp enough to cut her hair, though. She took her hair and pulled it behind her, holding her hair as if she were about to put it up in a ponytail. She then took her left hand and sliced off a few inches. She quickly took a hand mirror from her messenger bag and looked at her face.

"Great. It's still lighter. Oh well. At least it looks better," She murmured softly, stuffing the mirror back in the bag as she began picking up the fallen hair.

Fuji-kun walked into the large building and continued to look around. "Hmmm... this looks like a nice place..." He said to himself as he kept his same happy expression on his face walked through the hallways. He looked at the different races there and smiled as he walked by. So many different kinds of beings. Most would think of the school as a place in a story book but it wasnt. He then walked by a few people that were showing off their powers to some of their friends. He sometimes wished he had different abilities but then he was glad he was able to heal any kind of wound, physical and mental. One time he cured a man who was shot to a near death state and was going to die any second and made it seem like nothing had happened at all. For when Fuji healed anyone the pain would go away nomatter how extreme it was and the evidence the wound was even there would disappear. He had come to the school to practise his abilities and maybe he would be able to do more with them. His power was quite helpful already though, not only for others but for himself too. He continued to walk through the halls but now with a slightly confused expression, wondering what to do with his things.

Malla smiled- it was something she had worked on, that smile, until it had been far better than a baring of teeth. And now she would get to share it with someone.

Now, that someone...What was that girl floating in? She bobbed in an ocean of lace and frills, and Malla could not help but wonder why somebody would walk with a miniature pair of stilts on their feet. She almost wanted to giggle at the way she had huffed over with her steps clacking to her mound.

The possibilities began to almost overwhelm her, but she managed to say, "Malla Shephard. What is yours?"