Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
The night of the ball had been a truly magical night. What had started out in an array of chaos and distress, and ended in a truly tender moment shared between Jentel and Daenerys. Even now, as she sat on the edge of her bed to lace up her boots, the thought of it caused her cheeks to flush the most vibrant shades of crimson. The moment where a slight mishap that nearly resulted in a little jellyfish ending up flat on her butt had turned into something much less detrimental and much more memorable. For once it had not been her own mistake that lead her to fall, but Jentel's. It was a bit surprising and the girl surely had now way of possibly catching herself. Instead, just before she hit the ground, she felt his arms close around her, saving her from a nasty fall and bringing them much closer than they had been. She could feel her cheeks racing as her heart raced onward in a frantic tango. Then were his words, soft and sweet, polite as ever. She hadn't had time to prepare herself as his lips grew slowly nearer. Closer and closer until the collided with hers in a blissful moment that sent a current of electricity through her. A gentle tingling spreading from his lips to hers, soft and warm as they melded together in such a tender dance. Cheeks hot as amethyst eyes blinked, for a moment all she could see was him. His image obscured that of the rest of the ball and everyone around him and none of it seemed to matter in the slightest. Then, eyes would flutter shut, long lashes grazing upon high cheekbones, and they would melt together into the night.
A gentle huff of hair would pass through her lips as she replayed the memory through her mind. Delicate fingers reaching up to press so softly against her lips, as if trying to remember the exact feeling. After a moment her hand would freeze, eyes widening in panic as she glanced around the room to see if anyone else had noticed. Skin glimmering slightly even under the soft lights of their dorm, both hands would move to either cheek, trying to conceal the warmth painting her fin. Fingers cool against her skin, she waited until the color had cooled to let her hands troubled. It was a memory she would cherish forever, one that never lost its vivid colors no matter how many times she played it through her mind. Though, it did bring to mind an afterthought. One that was more troubling. That thought being the memories that were still hidden in a locked box beneath her bed. Jentel's memories that she still wasn't sure what to do with. Return them to him and let him feel the pain of years of mistreatment, or keep them hidden in what she could see was nothing short of a lie. A lie that ripped up her insides with an immense guilt whenever she thought about it. Letting out another huff of air, this one a bit more solemn, the girl would work to push the thoughts from her mind as she pushed herself to her feet. Walking to her bedside table, she would acquire the final piece of her outfit, the black leather gloves that she pulled up over her forearms. Such a simple thing, but it protected anyone from accidentally getting stung. Long bubble gum strands tumbling down her back and past her waist, she would make her way to the door. She wasn't sure where the rest of their team was. Not to mention that with Ulysses sudden departure, they were gaining a new member today. They would be meeting him in class, which of course brought a new wave of anxiety buzzing around in her chest. She always struggled with meeting new people. She had spent all this time working to become more comfortable around her teammates, and while she still had her bouts of nervousness, she had come a long way. Now she had to start over again, and the thought had her chest constricting, squeezing like a giant's gist around her torso and making the task of breathing rather difficult.
Sucking in a strained breath, she would push the door open and make her way down the hall. She would keep her head ducked and she maneuvered through the halls. Her small size gave her an advantage as she squeezed passed people and did her very best not to accidentally run into anyone or be noticed in any other way. After narrowly avoiding a few collisions and even more tripping on her part, Dani would finally find herself at the door of the classroom where Mathematics and Cybernetics would be held. Slipping in as quietly as possible, she noticed that a few students had already arrived. None of her team had arrived yet so she would avoid eye contact and make her way to an empty desk far away from the other students. Feet not quite touching the ground, she would dangle them slowly back and forth, twiddling with her fingers in her lap. A nervous tick of hers. Often she traced patterns on her back gloves or play imaginary instruments on her forearm as a way to help distract an anxious mind and slow a racing heart. She found herself peeking up, peering through her lashes whenever the door opened, each time hoping it would be Jentel arriving. After all, of everyone here at Beacon, she found herself the most comfortable around him. While she considered Feng a friend, the tiny hummingbird still had away of distressing the jellyfish and spiking her heart rate from time to time. Violet eyes would drop back to her lap whenever it wasn't him and all she could do was hope that he or Feng arrived before this new team member did, or before anyone else tried to address her. Timid as she was, introductions had never been her strong suit.
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The ball had turned into a rather interesting event. Between Maru asking him to dance and the run in with his sister and her boyfriend that resulted in him being caught holding hands with his pink-haired teammate, awkwardness had been in the air. There was of course the disappearance of Narx that followed, which was confusing in its suddenness. Still, Asger had done as the guy had asked and kept his sister company, doing his very best to keep everyone entertained as well as at peace. there had been a bit of tension between Danae and Maru. Even the stone-wall that was Auburn had stepped in to interject before disappearing to get herself more food.Eventually he did hold true to his word and danced with Maru. Asger was nothing if not a man of his word. However, the experience could likely be described as nothing short of awkward. It wasn't that Asger was a bad dancer, though his large wings had a tendency to get in the way. It was more so that he was clearly new to these situations. The falcon wasn't good in most social affairs, but he hit a whole new level with. Afterwards he apologized to Maru, polite as ever, and assured him that it was nothing to do with him but rather fact that he had never been to a formal event like this i his life. It was all completely new to him and none of his research could have ever prepared him for such a thing.
In the two weeks that followed, Asger had spent most of his time the exact way that he normally did. Outside in the courtyard, beneath his favorite tree, reading. In fact, on the morning of classes, that is exactly where the boy would have been found. Asger was an early riser, he always had been. Rather than disrupt his sleeping team members with lights and the rustling of pages, he would sneak away in the early hours of the dawn. He had another alarm set on his scroll because it wasn't uncommon for him to get carried away in the pages and he didn't much like being tardy. When the little device in his pocket started beeping, disrupting the quiet rustling of the morning breeze, he would quickly shut it off before gracefully pushing himself to his feet. Tucking his book under his arm, he would make his way towards the great entrance doors of Beacon. Asger was actually excited for class. Excitement was a rare emotion for him, but where he fell behind in so many other day to day activities, the classroom was exactly where he belonged. It was his comfort zone. The place he excelled most. Despite his excitement, his facial features would be stoic as ever as he entered the room and made his way to an empty seat near the front. He was one of the first to arrive, but there were a few students here already. Folding his arms neatly atop his desk, he would await patiently both for his team and the teacher.
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XXXThe evening of the ball had escalated in ways that the frail girl could have never imagined. It began so simply, being forced into a dress that she despised along with her dearest friend before being dragged to an event that didn't want them. The two of them had always despised events such as these, such a fact hadn't diminished in the slightest over the years. In fact, it was quite the opposite. As terrible as it was, it was at least bearable for a brief period of time so long as she wasn't there alone, as long as she had Kenna by her side. The escalation started how Maria could've anticipated, with the disturbance of their teammate Allistar who seemed to have some curious antics up his sleeve. After all, why else would he have taken the time to actually compliment them? It was blasphemy, really. It was the encounter soon after that she could have never expected, one that was far beyond her wildest dreams... An interaction she didn't know she had so longed for, the return of another dear teammate of theirs: Feralis. It was in that fated reunion of cat, dog, and human that Maria was able to learn the truth of his disappearance. A truth that both brought relief and happiness to her heart, along with a plaguing sense of guilt. How could she have doubted him so over these years? This illness was not only taxing on her body but her mental health as a whole. It was making her bitter and apathetic towards the world, but now... It was all starting to change.
For what had to be the first time in their time knowing each other, both Feralis and Kenna put aside their natural instincts to fight for her sake. Such a thing had been done before, brief truces being made either in favor or against their leader. None of those even began to compare to what they had done for her now. In their time together, Maria had always been the one supporting them and pushing them forward. Lifting them whenever they were in need, ensuring that they could take the next step forward. Yet, there they were, putting aside their differences in order to let Maria stand on her own two feet for the first time in so many years. To feel their love, their support... Knowing that even as she was, they refused to give up on her. Even if she was no longer the pinnacle of strength they had admired in the past, they were willing to be her beacon of support. That may have very well been one of the happiest moments of her life, even if she couldn't fully enjoy it with her own state of being. As she struggled, they managed to follow her lead towards the food tables that were laid out for them. Though it was embarrassing, she even managed to get them both to work on feeding her, as Prism often had to do. ... Not that she wanted them to do it, but she had very little choice once they realised that despite wanting food, she was ready to pass it up solely due to her condition. It seemed every moment that they spent together, it became ever more clear how reliant she was on Prism.
The two continued to try and bite their tongue and keep it together for their captain, who was having so much trouble trying to keep up. Eventually, between the movements and rising tension of the two predators, Maria was finally returned to the chair that she begrudgingly belonged in. It was certainly inevitable, as almost immediately an argument erupted between the two now that they didn't have their former leader between them. Harsh words were spoken, acts had been committed that couldn't be undone. It was nothing new between the lion and the wolf, but that didn't make it any easier on the girl. She felt so incredibly useless, unable to do anything to cease or hinder their conflict. All she could do was sit there and watch, her body already far beyond its limit from them trying to give her the night of her life ... Which they had. Prism returned promptly after whatever misadventures the robot had been on with Allistar. The presence of the robot was a clear sign that Kenna's actions were frowned upon and the robot was here to conclude it all. With Maria in her current condition, it was clear that it was time for them to return to their dorm. So, as the robot had been doing the entire night prior, it dismissed Kenna to finally retrieve her scroll at long last. Iridescent hues watched as the girl stormed off, a silent sigh escaping her lips as she signed. 'Prism... Give it a break. She already hates technology as it is, you're just making it worse. Seriously."' Kenna hadn't been the only one annoyed by Prism turning this into such a pressing matter. Who cared? Prism was more than enough of a scroll for all of them, they honestly didn't need hers. Prism would begin following Kenna by pushing Maria forward. While it needed to be retrieved, Prism realised that it was probably best to not let her wander off on her own. ... Only, neither of them could've anticipated that a simple retrieval would be the final nail in the coffin for such a terrible night.
There wasn't even the chance to anticipate it all. As the two rolled closer towards Kenna and the mysterious individual that had retrieved her scroll, everything crumbled. There was a cry of pain as Kenna's frame so clearly assaulted whoever it was that held her device. Droplets of crimson had been splattered along the floor as the woman with familiar grand white wings stumbled back, clutching her face before others came to aid her. 'Kenna! No no, what happened?!' Words would race through the frailed girl's mind as Prism picked up speed to approach with haste. That's when Maria saw it, a cold dead expression that haunted her memories. The very same expression she wore the night that the escaped death itself, but not without a cost. While the two of them had escaped Eteria's grasp by the skin of their teeth, it wasn't without it loses... Pools of dull mercury that had lost their shimmer, the gaze of someone who was dead inside as the last few fragments of their heart continued to slip further and further away. It was an image that haunted her forever, knowing that she was too late, that a piece of her friend she held so dear had died that very day. "Ken..na..?" Her voice was hushed, a strained whisper that was trying so desperately to beckon for that hollow gaze. It was only from the strike and foul words of another that brought her back to reality, that caused her to turn and run. "..Ken...na..!" Maria tried desperately to call out. A cry that fell on deaf ears, a pain that wasn't worth it. Prism was quick to work at diffusing the situation, but that was something Maria just wouldn't allow. Prism had gotten to apologize for Kenna's actions, trying to offer its aid before Maria's own soul possessed its mechanical shell. It wouldn't have a say in the matter, they had to find Kenna.
Maria had begun searching high and low for the girl. The search was long but relentless, searching every nook and cranny for anywhere that the feline faunus could be hiding. A search that eventually took them outside where they found her. A prideful lion that had fallen so low, so vulnerable. A cub that to this day, only Maria had seen. Kenna's true self-hidden beneath such a rough and unsavory exterior, someone so broken. It was the rare moments like this that Kenna needed Maria more than anything else, and she would not dare to leave. Using Prism to her advantage, she would lift her own sleeping body from her chair and position it next to Kenna. Hopefully the lioness didn't mind Maria's weight against her, as she was reliant on her support. Prism would wrap Maria's arms around her battered and broken, letting her arms hang listlessly as her soul left the metal vessel. For but a moment Maria's body would hover in front of Kenna, whispering sweet and soothing words from her spectral form. Her iridescent form would fade as listless arms would stir with life, tightening around the girl to comfort her. It was there she sat there silently. Eyes of mercury cried against her ones again, hot tears burning against her skin as she listened to all the terrible things that Kenna faced on her own. To be hunted by Eteria, to lose her precious cousin Sensui, and to be marked with the same curse that her mother had received. That mark... It meant that she was going to become a target, that she would end up like both her mother and cousin. That Eteria had no intention to stop. ... That Maria had to try more valiantly than ever to protect her. In this moment, there was only one thing that Maria felt was right... To return something long lost to its rightful owner, something she had done once before. A locket that was more precious than any stone, the last trace of the poor girl's family she had. ... Just as the photograph she had given to Maria. The rest of the night would be taken at the Lioness' own pace, but the faintest sense of peace had been returned to her. That despite all the terrible things that had happened to them, to her... There was still the slimmest trace of beauty left in the world.
The next two weeks had gone by rather quickly with nothing so eventful happening. Maria had her hands full trying to fight with Kenna's sour and solemn mood ever since the night at the ball. Yes, most advances from others were often tossed to the wind and told to piss off, but Maria rarely ever had such complexities... It was a clear sign of just how bad the incident at the ball had impacted her. Prism had taken a few days out of the passing time to go ensure that Kenna's most recent victim had been making a safe recovery. Unfortunately, despite the robot's best efforts, it had never managed to actually see the Lioncourt that the feline had attacked. Eventually, information was gathered and it was revealed the student was named Yui Lioncourt who was a member of team OHKY. In its time with both Maria and Kenna, Prism had managed to gather pieces about their past as well as their common enemy; Eteria Lioncourt. What were the chances that another Lioncourt had been attending Beacon at the same time that Kenna sought to return? Could this have meant a potential relationship between the two of them? Answers were never confirmed, as the time for class had finally come around once again. Prism had taken the liberty of selecting their class, due to the curious necessity of cybernetics that was needed in Maria's life. Given it was Prism's choice to attend the class, it was only proper that the robot had been given the task of actually getting Kenna there. If the poor soul that happened to wake her had been anything but metal it surely would've developed into a far too gruesome scene. Once they were up and ready to face the waking world, the pair would head out with Kenna towards their destination. Now the real question was, would Allistar and Morty actually be joining them? Surely it wasn't too much to ask for them to actually arrive to class together.
Maria had snickered lightly at Kenna's remark and how much she hated it, only to sign her thoughts accordingly. 'It reminds me of a song... 'Learn mental maths, because you won't have a calculator with you every day~' Oddly, Prism's normal audio cut out to play a clip from the song that Maria was referencing, something that caused the feeble girl to grin lightly. What made it better was that Prism was essentially a super calculator. 'I didn't know you could do that. ... Maybe I do need to take cybernetics...' Despite having Prism for a number of years, there were so many little quirks and operations that she was constantly learning under its care. Though, surely Kenna had no interest in it what so ever. Normally, Maria wouldn't care in the slightest either. Math? Science? None of these mattered in what they were striving for. That's what made Rachel the perfect teacher for them. Which... Why on earth weren't they taking survival class?! Following Kenna's obnoxious entrance of kicking the door nearly off its hinges, Prism would catch it. Slowly, Maria would be wheeled in as the two of them continued to follow Kenna's lead who was quick to drop her head to the desk. "Now now, Miss Kendall, give this class a chance. While you may not have an interest in mathematics, cybernetics have universal functions. ... If anything, simply try to endure it for Lady Maria's sake? After that, you're welcome to go sulk back in the dorm or wrestle that blasted wolf." As Prism continued on, Maria took control of her own life for a moment. At least, sort of. Weak fingers would tap buttons as the chair rolled itself closer to Kenna, taking the spot beside her and nudging her chair with her own. If Kenna had looked down towards her, she would notice a weak smile as Maria began to sign. 'Do you remember those signs I showed you last week? Why don't you share them with Prism?' With Kenna around, Maria's old mischief nature was beginning to resurface bit by bit... One day when Kenna was in a particularly sour mood, Maria took it upon herself to give the girl a private lesson ... One that both surprised the girl with the language used, but actually raised her mood, even if only for a moment. "Oh? Miss Kendall has been practicing sign language, have we? Please, do share what you've learned. I'd love to see the progress you've made, as you've been rather slow lately."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 5:07 am
"Ohayo! Am I late?" Looking at the hinges on the door from earlier arrivals. He sighed. Allister would provide a more than friendly wave to the attendees. The sigh moreover was likely due to the fact someone had 'already' kicked the door open meaning he'd just be the follow-up to an already open act. No point beating a dead horse. Unless there was some top quality cuts left where tenderizing would become necessary, or if you're in a blizzard and it's a sizable horse one could huddle in the entrails, then again at that point it would be cutting a dead horse not beating it. "Keke looks like I am." From behind the wall of the door Allister would grab something and start pulling it inward. Albeit it looked like he was having difficulty. Comically so. "Hnnnnnnng," Picking it up then slamming it down would cause empty seats and loose desks to rattle. "Would have got here sooner but I just had to help a friend out." Knocking the coffin a few times from behind the hiss of compressed air whistled in the room before something came out.
That something appeared to be a someone. Who would immediately hunch over and gasp for air and begin breathing rapidly to accommodate for a lack of oxygen. More or less he was blue in the face as the color started coming back. It was none other than the member of the newly christened team TIMD Jentel. "You...deplorable..""Aw don't be like that pal keke. You and me. We're buds now! Re-mem-ber?" Jentel would stand and dust himself off now having caught his breathe. He'd raise his hand toward the direction of Daenerys and the rest of the team if any were already in attendance. He'd wave them off to dismiss any concerns had they any. "Ah no cause for alarm I'm fine." Despite what he said Jentel's eyes moved into its corner staring intently at the slits that were Allisters. Walking towards the seats instinctively he would sit next to Daenerys as it seemed most natural. He would look to her and reassure her with a smile. Though his mask had returned to his face once more. Although he looked somewhat ashamed turning away from her for the moment. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Ah...I procured these for you...before my run in with..let's just look ahead of that matter yes?" Jentel would give Daenerys a small gift box, should it be opened it would reveal itself to be an assortment of small white chocolates. Meanwhile.
Allister himself was on his way to unite with his team. "Aren't ya proud of me mom yer little boy is makin friends." Allister would wipe a false tear from his eye before the inevitable whompin of his coffin into a corner as it opened itself wide enough to practically take up a part of the room itself that two students would. Then Jentels and his own gaze locked momentarily again. There was a tension between them and it seemed that he had something on Jentel. Or at least that was the aura an individual like Allister would give off. Still clapping his hands to cut the tension. "Ho Sign Language?" The faint memory of when Allister was first introduced to the group he showed the ability he was knowledgeable in signage to a degree. However, he'd never used it ever again since then and he wasn't about to now. Unbeknownst to his group humble beginnings of getting ones start in a town by pretending to be lame, blind, or deaf was quintessential. At least to someone like him. Making the stereotypical lecherous grabby hands in prisms direction. "So is this the class where we get to feel around our darling robot companions insides. I've often wondered if that would qualify as robo-molestation. Keke. Ah...but then again robots aren't protected under law are they?"
Of course it wouldn't be a normal day without Allister agitating his favorite feline. Sitting himself down he'd rock back and forth in the chair nearest Kendall whilst wagging his finger in the air playfully matching the rhythm of his rocking. "I heard you told a particular mutt to 'heel' keke. You should have given me them if you disliked them so much, there's a particular 'market' for pre-worn heels on the internet you know. Then again I can't think of a soul who'd want them if they knew they were yours Kekeke..whoops." Allister had dropped a pencil in his lap ducking down to pick it up. Almost as if it was intentional as though he were anticipating something was about to happen. "Aaaah but I feel ya Ken-doll. If this class wasn't so relevant to me I'd have ditched it in a heartbeat. Not that I have much of heart to beat! KEKEKE!" He started rolling in his chair at his own 'terribly unfunny' joke. "Am I right new pal?" Allister seemed to take the extra effort to address Jentel. Of course in response Jentel would focus more so on Daenerys about possible equations whilst placing his weapon on the desk to reveal its more intricate parts that would relevant to class.
Astra would skip to class. She was so excited to finally be at beacon! It had taken her so long to get ready that they were already in the middle of the year! That was fine though, as long as she learned, and got to travel, that's all she cared about.
When she got to the door, she saw a lot of faunus. There was a lady with kitty ears, a bird man! Bird men were so rare. Maybe she could touch his wings!? She'd have to ask during the class. Then, she saw the fluffiest tail that she had ever seen. Her eyes would turn into stars. She had to snuggle it! She would go up to the young man, and look up at him. Then, as if this was almost an anime, she would go around him, looking him over. One could imagine that she had become a chibi checking this man out. She then looked him in his green eyes with her blue eyes. Her Chimpmunk tail going back and forth. "Can I Snuggle your tail!?" Her voice was full of excitement, she was really wanting to do it, almost to the point where she was Vibrating.
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Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Sitting on a ginormous desk! Super comfy! Bigger then the students! Whose is it? Where am I?: The Math classroom... I think? Who are my peeps? This very hyper and adorable squirrel faunus <><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
The more the racoon faunus made himself comfortable on top of the teachers desk, the less he wanted to move from it. What sort of matetial was used to make this!? How could he order it? Was it like the other spots the ones arriving had picked? Or was that where he was actually supposed to be sitting? It seemed to be a free seat for all, so perhaps this spot was okay after all. From here he could crane his head up to observe the one enterimg into the classroom, admiring the feathers upon the bird faunus. What about the faunus who was here before him? Were her ears as soft as his perhaps!? He soooo wanted to see. The thought of temptation did not stay long, his hearing detecting footsteps appearing him. Hm~?? His green eyes met with big, blue excitable eyes, smiling in utter confusion. What was she doing?? The way her steps would take her something was definitely up. Was it his glasses?? Did she want to share his sitting space with him?? The answer was a very amusing, bit surprising result. His tail!? The question he could not help but chuckle in good-nature. Rowan had to wait for her to settle down from all the movement to notice she had a bushier tail then him. The lovely hues of brown for her fur and hair made those sparkling blue eyes more radiant. Hmm... Chipmunk faunus? The tail would make sence. Less poofed out to be a squirrels. Adorable! It was much to hard to say no to such enthusiasm. "sure thing!... Wait... Are we allowed to do things like snuggle anything in class???" The thought had only just occured, behind his thick black frames his eyes squinted shut to think on that a moment. "hm. Go ahead anyways! If we cannot theres only one way to find out." Those poor other students. How strange one was taking a topic so casually. It is most especially because of the fact they were only just meeting. Not that he cared. He knew his tail was so good for snuggling!
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Prism's voice, lecturing her as always, was nothing short of annoying. Even from her collapsed position on the desk, hair covering most of her face, one could see her cheeks flare up with anger, a bright crimson color tainting the pale skin. Lips would pull into a snarl and a very audible hiss of defiance would pass through such a malicious expression. "Kendall, do this. Kendall do that. Kendall that's really not appropriate." She would mutter, still not bothering to look up but doing her very best to mock Prism's metallic voice in the most offensive way she could. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, giant hunks of metal are not capable of birthing so what makes you think I have to listen to you." Stubborn, defiant, and as sour as ever it seemed that today wasn't going to be any better than the past couple of weeks. That is, until she felt the gentle nudge from Maria who had taken from sitting beside her. Her head would not leave the desk but she would slowly turn steely orbs to face her, still clouded with sleep. As Maria spoke, a spark would ignite within. Those pools of mercury and a twisted, devilish grin would tug at the corner's of her lips. "Well, Prism, I'd be absolutely delighted to show you my progress." Her tone was falsely positive, something very clearly sounding off to the point that it sounded more menacing than anything else. Likely due to the fact he had just called her slow and that was nit an insult she would take kindly to. Slowly sitting up, she would move her fingers with sharp precision through the only full phrase of sign language she had managed to learn. 'Eat s**t and die.'Silver eyes would almost twinkle with a devious satisfaction before she collapsed back onto her desk, shoulders shaking with the fits of mischievous snickering. This would be one of very few times anyone other than Maria had seen the feline laugh and surely the first time she had managed such a thing in weeks.
That would come to an end when she heard an all to familiar voice at the front of the classroom. One that made her blood boil. Hands would clench the sides of her chair tightly, knuckles turning white with the force of it. Her head would come up off the wooden slab for but a moment, only to drop back down with a thud as her skull cracked against the table. Please just kill me now. Body rigid, shoulders visibly tense, it was almost as if she were trying to hold herself back and prevent herself from turning the classroom into a crime scene. Likely she was. The boy always seemed to know exactly how to get on her nerves, not that doing just that was a hard task to accomplish, but there was something particularly infuriating about the batty, white haired boy. "Making friends, eh? Looks to me like you're just kidnapping unfortunate victims." She would mutter as he walked across the classroom to join them, flinging that ridiculous coffin of his into the corner in the process. A guttural growl would part her lips as she felt him take to the seat on her other side. Despite her agitation, she wasn't exactly opposed to what almost sounded like a threat towards Prism. For all she cared he could rib the bot to nuts and bolts and send the leftovers to a scrap yard. At least, that was her initial feelings in the matter. In reality, she knew Maria relied on Prism and thus, until further notice, they would have to keep the machine intact... no matter how much she hated it.
Kenna could feel the boy rocking back and forth beside her, see the waggling finger out if the corner of her eye, but she made no movement. Her cheek was still pressed firmly against the old surface of the desk, both hands still clenched tightly to either side of her chair, keeping her in pace. She would glare at Allister through strands of white hair that fell over her face, daring him to give her a reason to claw that infuriating smile right off his face. The comment about Feralis only heightened her anger, just as thinking if him always did. At this point, her fingers would be trembling with that uncontrollable rage were they not grasping onto her chair so tightly. Silver eyes would flash dangerously, waiting for him to continue, almost hoping he pushed her enough to attack m. Because maybe, just maybe, attacking someone that actually deserved it would make her feel better after the fiasco at the ball. The rest of his comment had been unexpected and it would strike a nerve in the girl. Just as the boy had expected, claws would come flaying at him, only to swipe through empty air as the Male made a dive fir a pencil. "You sick f***. What sort of twisted pervert are you?" Voice venomous, seething with anger, she would aim a well placed kick at his shin underneath the table. Sitting up fully now, she would face him head on, eyes no longer groggy with sleep but rather burning with an anger she was struggling to keep contained. It was a forest fire, so unpredictable, uncontrollable. If he kept pushing those white hot flames would devour her whole and she'd be sure to take him down with her.
As much as the boy liked to joke about not really being alive, as easy as that sometimes was to believe, and as hilarious as he clearly thought he was, Kenna clearly wasn't buying it. Not only that, but she didn't find any of this funny in the slightest. "Keep it up and you really won't have a heart beat." She muttered, voice threatening, gaze cold. "Because I will rip it from your very chest while you're still breathing." It was a death threat, one she seemed very keen on keeping. Granted someone would surely step in before she could suceed, be it Prism or the teacher that had yet to show. Her eyes would leave him only for a fraction of a moment, following Allister's crimson gaze as he addressed the boy he had dragged into class in his coffin. The one he kept referring to as a friend. The tension in the air as their gazes net did not suggest any sort of frie godliness between them and the fearful look in the amethyst eyes of the pink haired girl that sat beside him only confirmed it. Whatever was going on between them, it certainly couldn't be called friendship. "You know Allister, you should really invest in a new joke book. All of yours are getting ridiculously old. You just might bore me to death." As always, the feline would not let an insult go unchallenged. If he were to take blows at her, she would just give them right back. Be it physical or a stab at his own ego... or in Kenna's case, usually both.
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Several minutes would pass before the door would open once more. Only this time there was a much bigger commotion than any of thebither students had made. The voice was all too familiar and caused a bit if dread ro settle uncomfortably in her stomach. Images of that day back at the arena would flash behind her eyes. That moment of panic, the split second decision, the mire tender moments that had bee. Shared between herself and Jentel in the moments that followed. So much had happened that day, both good and bad. It had started out rough, but had turned out to be quite a stepping stone in the relationships between Dani and Jentel. There had been moments of laughter, racing hearts, and a but if embarrassment to top it all off. Not to mention the event that had just before that was even more confusing. When the weight if such a burden had been dropped into the jellyfish's lap. A packaged recieved from Jentel's master who she had not heard from sense. A jar full of memories secured safely beneath her bed. A situation that she still wasn't sure how to resolve and brought with it the sickening feeling of guilt churning her stomach and that familiar sense I'd anxiety closing around her heart whenever she thought about it. Shaking her head softly, a soft high would pass through berry colored lips. Pushing the thoughts backwards, fighting them back into the closet in the back of her mind, she returned her attention back to the matter at hand. She never fully looked at Allister, simply peering at him through her lashes. There was a look much akin to wariness on her face. It wasn't that Dani hated the boy. No matter what horrible things he did it didn't seem to be sn emotion the soft-hearted girl could quite muster. His presence did make her rather uncomfortable though and she couldn't help but feel that something was amiss with him so near.
That little tidbit that wasn't quite right would reveal itself as he began dragging his coffin into the room. It looked as if he was trying to be comical, but Daenerys couldn't find it in her to pretend to laugh. Something still felt wrong, brought to light only moments later as the coffin was flung open and the individual inside sat up bolt right and gasped for the oxygen that he'd been deprived. Amethyst eyes would grow wide with both fear and worry as she watched a face much too blue cough and sputter to feel his lungs once more with that beloved substance. Seeing Jentel like that caused her heart to tighten in her chest as the panic once again grasped at her very soul. Just a few more sparing moments and that could have been the end of it. His life could have been swiped so quickly from this world and once again she would find herself parted from a person she held close to her heart. All at this hands of this crazed, white haired boy that she couldn't understand. Jentel was quick to wave off her concern, but even as he approached violet eyes would shimmer with a worry she could not suppress. He would smile as he took a seat beside her, the only indication being that lift of a partially hidden face and the crinkle of amber eyes. Amethyst eyes would lock on his for a moment before roving over him in a quick sweeping motion as if she were trying to be sure he was completely intact. "Are you sure you're okay, Jentel?" Gentle tones full of worry, her voice would be kept soft, only for her ears.
Dani's gaze would would follow Jentel's to the back of the classroom where Allister had taken a seat beside an irritable looking feline faunus. By the looks of it Allister was the cause of such an immense irritation and the cat wasn't nearly as reserved as the snake. His attention would leave her though for a moment, looming fir confirmation from Jentel. As gazes met, the tension between them could have been cut with a knife. It made Daenerys's stomach churn as she did her very best not to squirm in her seat. She had gotten the feeling that day at the arena that Allister was not nearly finished with hemisfair pestering of Jentel. She had been hoping for the best, but it seemed it was only going to get worse and Dani was clueless as to what to do. Allister's antics were outrageous and dangerous, displayed a number if times. She didn't much like the idea of Jentel being involved in them... being a target. Eventually he would return his gaze to her, and the girl would do her best to push the thoughts from her mind as he offered her a little box. Violet eyes would gleam with a soft curiosity, gazing at him for a moment before glancing down at the little box held within delicate fingers.
"As long as you're okay." That was her simple response to look past the situation, but if things kept up as they were, it wouldnt continue to be something they could look past. Still, for now, as long as he was safe, she would grant him that at least. Though she couldn't quite swallow the pit that had been lodged in her throat from the very moment the boy had drug his coffin into the classroom. All she could do was try not to focus on it as her fingers worked to open the gift she had received from Jentel. Inside would be a delectable looking assortment of white chocolates. Despite the worry, the fear, the anxiety, and every other emotion that tormented the timid creature, she couldn't help the smile that touched her lips at such a sweet gesture. "Thank you." She would murmur, voice soft as ever. It was spoken only for him to hear, but lacked so the nervous stutter that often hindered her speaking when she spoke with others. Asside from the spare moments of increased nervousness or embarrassment, she seemed to have grown comfortable enough around the man to speak normally, even if was quiet. Truly Daenerys was a gentle and soft spoken creature, loud and boisterous tones not.the slightest bit befitting. "This was really sweet of you." Peering up at him through long lashes, she would share that soft smilenofnhers with him.
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Astra's face would light up. He said yes! She didn't even know his name, but she didn't care at all. It was just what she wanted to do. She wanted to explore the world and have new experiences. Her first experience would be snuggling a stranger's tail at Beacon, and she was excited. This was almost as good as socks!
Then Astra would seemingly become a smaller cartoon of herself again. She would then Jump towards the tail, gracefully grabbing it. She didn't care that they were on top of the desk that the teacher was supposed to be on. He wasn't here, and the two rodent faunus were going to take it.
She then would start to rub her face against his tail. It was so soft and fluffy. She would curl around it, running her claws gently through the fur, as not to cause him any pain, but to kind of brush it. It must take so long for the upkeep of the tail, to keep it so fluffy!
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There were a few quiet gunshots heard from outside. Echoing into the classroom at first. Though not long after there were getting louder and louder. Then silence. A eerie silence… Least from gunshots. The noises from talking and that lot where still there. Anyone with great hearing might hear a little burning noise however.
”DIE YA FLOOFS” Was all that could be heard being shouted before the window exploded. Several micro rockets hitting it from the outside before in came a fully armoured up suit Its helmet down and even his hands covered in a metal as he seemed to move with little effort...Though it was wielding a minigun… Well rotary cannon. Already firing Non dust rounds. Almost the size of beanbags. Where they bean bags? Well they exploded into beans on impact with the wall… but the beans also exploded on impact. The rounds went around some of the students though anyone with a quick eye may notice some of the rounds never hit the wall’s before exploding. Though the figure did quickly turn to look at the desk. ”What in tarnation are ya doing. Should ya be sent to the sec ed class insted?” Where his quick sharp words before he calmly walked towards the blackboard and wrote his name on it… Using his minigun and the burn marks from the impacts to spell it out.
”My name is Vickers. I am your teacher today. Today is Useful maths and Cybernetics as ya likely to lose a arm leg or even head” He paced towards the desk that was in the middle. If the students hadn’t vacated it he would put his minigun on top of them. If they had it went onto the desk. Either way the sizzling barrel’s of the weapon where cooling down and letting off smoke. ”If anyone sees a floof tell m…” He intrupted his self by drawing a pistol and shooting above the head of Astra. The man in the suit showed no remorse as the explosive pistol round detonated above the fanuses head. ”As i was saying if anyone sees a Floof tell me. They can all die… Any questions?. Where his rounds timed? Where they actually hitting something?
The sum total of the damage so far. A destroyed window. Damaged the walls. Burn marks everywhere. A destroyed blackboard.
Reikka rushed into the classroom with her red bagpack in tow, leaving a dramatic trail of paper behind her as she entered the room almost the exact same time as her teacher did, half-glad that she wasn't late as she had first anticipated she would be. She sat at the front and placed her bag on her table, then snapped into attention and listened intently to what the teacher had to say. She had deliberated entering the room due to the explosion, which many passing students rushing into their rooms had the curiosity to make sure their ears and reaction time wasn't deceiving them, had paused at the moment the explosion occurred. Only by then he began to speak, and she was late only in spirit, as she wasted no time opening her notebook and clicking her pen, which she took from her bag and began scrolling ambiguous notes down. She began by listing all the things she would need in this class. The teacher didn't have to say anything, but she knew this notebook will be the one she'll be using for the entire class.
The things that happened at the Ball still occupied her mind, but for now, she temporarily shoved them all aside so she could hear what their teacher, Vickers, had to say to their squad of young students. He seemed like a respectable albeit cookie sort of man, his voice coming out in a kind of enthusiastic drawl as she looked around her with a straight face to check out her classmates and, with a quick glance, took a moment to look around her to see just how this school differed so much from all the other ones she's been to. The walls were already pock-marked by the rounds Vickers threw. But it was the students that caught most of her attention. Most of them had a certain character to them, each one seemed to stick out of the crowd more than the last person next to them, then wondering passively which team they belonged to. She immediately corrected herself by facing forward. She did, however, look them all at the eye one by one, hoping she wasn't being odd just for letting them pique her interest.
She spent the morning grooming herself to perfection. Like a typical girl up against the challenges of a first good impression, she brushed her hair meticulously and made sure to put on clean, fresh clothes; her signature white hoodie and black inner shirt. She was glad they didn't have to have uniforms in this school, mostly due to the fact that she found uniforms way to formal and stuffy, even for all the times that she went to schools that did strictly require actual uniforms. She'd been to many as she always had a habit of being slow with adjusting to modern institutions. She slept well of course, but she couldn't help but entertain a fleeting memory from her dream last night where she had been looking for her team but was not able to find them amidst the crowd... unable to see them in the tightly packed motion of bodies. It was such a taciturn dream, she wasn't sure if it would've been considered a simple dream or more of a nightmare.
Auburn had already been awake even by the time Asger had woken and had beaten him to the bathroom. Fortunately, all she cared about was she didn't look dirty or smell it, otherwise, she really couldn't care less how she looked. She'd gone outside as well, though, she used the time to train. Though, to be honest, it was likely more of a ritual to keep her instincts in check. She was used to fighting and sitting in a classroom listening to someone talk did not sit well with what her body was still used to.
Eventually, the timer on her scroll went off and she returned to the dorm to shower and change before swinging by the cafeteria to find something in the last couple of minutes that she could take with her. When she'd first seen her schedule, she'd had no clue what cybernetics were, but, she'd used her scroll to search for it and had found an audio description after seeing a ton of words she had no hope of getting for now, but, what she learned made her more irritable. Her distinct lack of any formal education had shown up here, and fast. She could barely get past basic math even still.
Heavy-footed, She walked into the class and sat down with the other two members of their team that were there already. She said nothing and just sat there, her tail flicking a bit as some students off to the side started to barb her about being a dumb horse. She'd just ignore them for now though. She didn't care what they thought, besides, with the teacher entering, the classroom was not the place to beat them down. As the class was prompted to start on the subject matter, Auburn reluctantly opened her book. Despite how far behind she was, she was on the same lesson as the rest, trying to cram everything else in to a serviceable level in her free time.
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
The alarm sounded and up the misguided hunter(ress) that was Komaru was awakened. He let out a harsh yawn as the previous night's events had left him fairly at a loss for words, and about as mentally sound as a frantic beast. Had Asger and him...Did that mean that they...were a couple? He hadn't tried to do anything like that, at least not that he actually was aware. It was all going so well had it not been for Asger's younger sibling, Danae, who had more or less laid it out nicely for Maru to see. If they were to date, then the moment Asger's heart was broken, Maru would have his throat cut before he knew it. As frightening as this was, Maru did try his best not to let it get to him. After all, today his favorite subject was being taught. Komaru got up with a start and would look at his reflection in the mirror. Not too bad today. Maybe I'll keep my hair like this. He said, fussing around with his braid while just making a few poses in the mirror. They would begin to grow a little more confident and bolder, Maru making a few cute faces to go along with them. Clothes were thrown on and tried on before being put back and then replace with something else entirely. Maybe a dress to try and catch Asger's eye again? A quick look at the clock revealed that it was almost time for class, and Komaru threw on some things at random to try and piece something together.
Komaru arrived precisely as he needed to, sitting with his fellow team mate and waving hello to them. He appeared in a much better mood than last night, still rocking that hairdo but now also a pretty modernized outfit. Just a jacket with a top, cute thigh highs, shorts and some usual accessories. thankfully his already slim build helped him pull off that androgynous look. With his notebooks and such in tow, Maru opened the door to the classroom just in time to catch the loud BOOM! of an explosion. Class had just begun and already somebody had managed to cause an explosion? The poor boy was so stunned by this and managed to snap out of an inner monologue just in time for the teacher to flash a gun at a student. Swallowing hard, Komaru decided to take a more stealthier approach to sitting down with his team, praying that the next weapon he saw would be aimed at him.
Being that it was the first day of school for him, Ian was a bit lost. If he was outside in the open air, he would have no trouble navigating. However he had no idea where in the world this classroom was. For awhile the young boy wondered the halls. His intuition wasn't really helping in the slightest. It might have been due to the anxiety currently building up inside. In truth he didn't want to be late, so the actual thought of it didn't help. Quickening his pace he started to bolt it a bit in hopes that it would make him get there faster. Where ever that place maybe. As he was passing by each of the door he would quickly to shoot up to see if it was the room where he needed to be. Passing by one of them he skidded to a halt. Pulling out a piece of paper it showed his schedule along with the class listing on it. His eyes shifted from the schedule to the room number. "Well lucky me! I found ya!" He cheered with his self victory. Crumpling up the paper with eagerness he then walked into the room.
Ian was not expecting to see the show when he entered the class. The sound of shattered glass pierced his ears as an older gentleman crashed through a window. Gun shots blazed from his weapon towards the chalk board leaving darken splotches in its wake. Once the man arrived at the center desk he would turn towards the other students and introduced himself. Mr. Vickers, which meant that he was the teacher. A crazy old teacher talking about floofs... Ian's hand holding his schedule was quivering in a bit of shock. "I ain't seen't no floofs! NO FLOOFS, none in this direction what so ever sir!" He kinda blabbed out in a bit of a panic. Green haired boy would shuffle against the away from the door during his frantic response. Upon getting towards a set of desks he quickly stumbled into a seat of his choosing. Though his body was still shaking a bit before his nerves started to settle down. As they did the boy would realized he managed to put himself in a seat next to a girl with long pink hair who was accompanied by a weird person with a mask. Kinda brooding a bit, unlike any sort of person he had seen before. Not knowing anybody here didn't help but he was glad to have actually found the room. Even if it seemed to be full of weird people.
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XXXWhy had this darn girl always been so defiant? Sure, Maria herself was a handful to work with on a good day. Kendall, however, was simply ridiculous. It was as if she was a young teen who never left her rebellious phase, riding the rollercoaster of life by the seat of her pants. While Prism appeared to display some level of annoyance, Maria herself couldn't suppress the weak snicker escaping her lips as puffs of air. As difficult as it was to work with her feline companion, excitement always followed them. Kenna had always been one to speak her mind without second thought, much like Rachel and her former self when she could throw around words so recklessly. When the disagreements didn't get too out of hand, it was actually amusing to watch her in to get to various fits and disputes with those they met. "Well Kendall, I actually have a reason to give you. I currently stand in as Lady Maria's functioning body, therefore I act as an extension of her. Perhaps try listening to me from time to time in Lady Maria's absence of words, it may do you good." Now that was a card that Maria would rarely draw. Even when she was in perfect health, she'd never pull the "I'm the leader there for doing what I say." She'd much rather beat her orders into them, a manner they were more accustom to. Prism's logic was certainly not her own. A smile so faint would fade as pale lips sank. Even as the weeks continued to pass, she was becoming more and more displeased with Prism's social setting. Thoughts began to wonder if the robot had always been this way, or if it was a developing factor from all the new experiences? A mind uneased was only brought back as Kenna chimed in towards Maria's push to 'show off' her sign language skills. A sharp but carefully crafted gesture would cause Prism's LED's to light up bright red in response. "Miss Kendall. Such language is not appropriate. I find it hard to believe that Lady Maria would teach you such a crude saying. Was it not she who objected such profanity?!" It was Prism's outburst that really kicked off the day. The frail girl tapped a key to move her chair closer to Kenna and turn away from Prism. Hearing Kenna laugh was always music to her ears, something she so rarely did when in the company of others. Delicate lips curved up in a smirk as she carefully weaved a matching series of gestures, something so unusual for one such as herself. One that left the robot absolutely livid. "Lady Maria.. I'm uncertain of where you're picking up such atrocities, but I believe we need to have a talk after class." It was already bad enough that Kenna and Allistar were giving the robot such as trouble, but now they seemed to be impacting Maria so negatively. If the only Prism knew what a troublemaker Maria had been before she fell to her condition, it would make all the more sense.
Iridescent orbs would dart towards the doorway as a familiar voice chimed in like nails on a chalkboard. Though unlikely for the boy to see, Maria would slowly raise her fingers as her own weakened attempt at a wave. Allistar was certainly the most troublesome member of the team, but she wouldn't let that interfere with her interactions... Kenna already gave him enough spite for the both of them. Colorful orbs would shimmer as her head tilted slightly, a curious gaze as he slammed a coffin down. Now restless fingers would weave together to form a poor witty remark. 'Well look what the bat dragged in. Having some trouble there, champ?" A voice that came from Prism almost sounded like the playful remark of a dad. Prism's static voice would cut as the coffin opened out came a... girl of a blued face? A boy? What exactly had the bat done to the poor thing? Fingers would curl as her colorful orbs panned to follow the second arrival, ready to kick her fingers forward to have Prism whisk them up if they collapsed. A mask was pulled to their face as they joined a student of pink hair, seeming ... relatively fine, meaning she didn't have to act. "I think mom would be a little happier if you played house rather than morgue. Accidents are a little easier to explain that way." Her orbs rested on the bat who seemed intent on pestering the feline once again, but not before poking a less than savory response towards their robotic companion. Red lights would remain present at the remark, though Prism's body moved against its will to Maria's chair and grabbed the handles. "I suppose you're right in that regard, regretfully... I would prefer that my tuneups and modifications were done by a professional, however." Following Prism's words, the robot would tug on Maria's chair and begin pulling her away. Meanwhile, Maria's fingers laced together for another series of words. "Kenna... Try to not kill him, please. I'm going to go check on his latest victim." As the gestures were translated, Maria tried to offer the girl a faint smile as she went to excuse herself. It wasn't that she wanted to leave the two of them along, but... As the leader of a team that was far more troublesome than before, she felt inclined to act. The chair would begin to roll away from the pair, but delicate ears couldn't help but catch the foulest of profanity. "Sw..ear.." It was Maria's voice, weakened but unfiltered. A quirk that just couldn't die, no matter how much her body degraded.
It was a hesitant action, leaving the two of them to themselves. Kenna practically spat venom towards the bat with every word while he only fed off of it. Surely it would only take a few moments, but... She had to take some sort of responsibility, something that she didn't get to do when Kenna assaulted her apparent cousin only a couple weeks back. "This is more like the Lady Maria I know, I'm pleased that miss Kendall hasn't completely sullied you." Quiet but static words would chime as Maria distanced herself from her two teammates. As she wheeled closer towards them, iridescent orbs would notice some unique traits. Of course, the girl was a pinkette, a hair color she didn't see too commonly. When the light was just right, however, Maria could've sworn she saw an array of colors on her skin glisten... Much like her own eyes and hair. The other had long dark hair, a teal color, with a mask upon their face. Both she and Prism stopped just before their desk as she lifted her fingers to both weakly and hesitantly wave. "Hello." A simple gesture received a simple prompt from the robot. Maria tried her best to offer then a smile with her greeting, though it quivered from the strain. Shaken hands would continue a series of motions for Prism to translate accordingly, while its lights went to a light purple. "Excuse my interruption, but... I came to apologize in the steed of my teammate. I'm... Trying to improve upon that." Her gestures would pause for a moment, allowing Prism to finish translating for her. This was the trouble of having the bat on her team. While team MAKO was certainly a set of troublemakers, they never deliberately went after others... Only themselves, and those who really sought to provoke them. It was something she never had to worry about in the past, but now... Well, both Kenna and Allistar were getting their hands messy with others. She... Just wasn't too sure what to do about it. "Are you okay?"
The trio, plus Prism, would only get a few moments to talk before a series of gunshots rattled through the room. It was a sound that loomed but seemed to get ever so close in time. A brief pause in the clamor, only for that peace to be demolished by the sound of glass shattering in an explosion. Purple lights flickered an eerie red as the robot's head turned towards the disturbance as a man decked out in armor busted into the room with a... Cannon?! Large rounds were unleashed as a barrage towards the wall before exploding into smaller rounds. Acting on defensive programming, Prism was quick to turn and spread its arms wide. It would ready its arms to act not only as a shield but the duo that they had approached. Oddly enough, nothing would hit the robot. An attempt to defend was pointless but seemed so necessary at the time. Unfortunately for Maria, she couldn't turn her head more than an inch or two without strain. So instead colorful orbs would focus on the two once again, really uncertain of what to say. Fingers curled before trying to weave them into a gesture to ask what was happening, but Prism wouldn't make it audible. Instead, the robot with vivid red lights on its head would focus on the man who introduced himself as Vickers, the teacher. "... Mr. Vickers. My question is simply this, what are these floofs you're speaking of? I've only seen fauni and humans since our arrival." To the class, anyway. Here and there, the duo saw an animal or two moving around the academy with their owners. Prism couldn't quite process the series of events that were unfolding, so red lights would remain active at the sense of a threat towards Maria.
All the while, Maria's attempts to sign were ignored by her companion. If the two had been paying attention to her, they would see the positive attitude she tried to approach with fading. Gestures came to a stop before curling her hexagonal gloved fingers against the arms of her chair. A soft sigh escaping her delicate lips. All the while, a boy with green hair seemed to snag a chair next to the pair that sat in front of her. Did he know what the floofs were?
