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Oh, it was such a pleasant dream! Gliding with the ease of any skilled acrobat, he swings through the air on strands of gossamer reality. In his hand- nay, part of his hand extends outward several feet as a sharp blade. Still, that weapon is merely an extension of himself and will not hurt that which he is not willing to harm. Beneath him, the neighborhoods flit by and are little more than a nameless blur as the buildings meld together from speed and distraction. It just feels so incredible to be this free! Until time seems to slow and stop. Caught in mid-swing, he wonders what is happening . . . and is answered by a whisper as soft and gentle as the breeze. The melodic voice calls to him "We have no more time. You must awaken, my friend. Now."

Though the voice was neither rude nor impassioned, the stress of that final word snaps Charles from his dream world. Moments pass in uncertainty as he tries to recollect where he is, and why there are a pile of very tidy clothes near his head. Suddenly he turns to his right and sees a very simple looking sword at his side, the faintest echo of a spiderweb glinting in the sunlight that threatens to overtake the room. "Oh . . . hell!"

Memories flood back into Charles Takena as he realizes who he is- a fledgeling shimigami in training, where he is- the academy where his life is about to change forever, and the situation- about to be late for his very first day and ceremony. Like a whirlwind he leaps out of bed and seemingly wills his clothes onto his body. Naturally, he did nothing more extravagant than rush through dressing, but to his stressed mind, there was no interval between being undressed, and in uniform. Grabbing his sword with more care than any other action in his brief wake-up blitzkrieg, Charles slams open his door and races out to the courtyard.

Strapping his beloved sword to his back, he is comforted to see others still filing into the yard, meaning he is not the last to arrive. Still, his steps do not slow and his caution does not grow as he races to his destination. The only careful thing he has done is tend to his blade- now very securely fastened to his back.

Tsubame wasn't paying very much attention when she nearly bumped into another student in the halls. She was doing a very quick walk, while her mind focused on something else. But, thanks to her quick, unconscious reflexes, she spun on the ball of her foot in order to avoid knocking into him. Makoto Yohare had surprised her and snapped her back to full wakefulness. She regained her footing, spun around completely, and stopped to greet her senior a good morning, and a new school year.

"Ahh, senpai! Ohayou-gozaimasu! It's another year for us isn't it?" she said, as she began to walk again, knowing that the ceremonies would start soon, "I'm happy to be in my 5th year, but if I can finish up this year quickly, then they might just have to graduate me early."

"What about you, Yohare-senpai? Are you ready to finish up your last year as well?"

Atticus had already been waiting in the courtyard roughly two hours before the opening ceremonies. He was somewhat exited after it was already his fourth year it which was almost hard to belive. Time sure does fly by when your not paying attention. Another year meant new students at the academy and as usual Atticus was ready to help anyone lost or confused.

He leaned against a wall with one foot propped up and looked up at the hundreds of students passing by just trying to get to the opening ceremonies you could see a blur of blue and red. Its almost just about time for the year to kick off. " So are you ready for another year? " speaking to Izayoi. Atticus had closed his eyes wondering what was to come while tapping the hilt of his zanpakutou.

Nirami soon stepped into the courtyard, and gazed around at the people that had collected there. Freshman were easy to pick out, and the upperclassman were, as well. He seemed to be apart of the middle group- neither sure, nor unsure. A hand rested on Homura's hilt, and it seem to warm a bit to his touch. He relaxed, and then continued on, pausing only as he heard someone seemingly speak to himself. 'So are you ready for another year?'

Who was, really? The freshman didn't know what was going on, so they wouldn't exactly be counted. The higher years, however... Nir didn't think anyone would really be ready for anything. There had been unexpected things, his freshman year, and he guessed it would only be similar in this year. Yawning softly, Nir glanced around to see if there was anyone he recognized. He'd made very few friends his freshman year, and some of them had been 6th-years. His coal eyes scanned the freshman, though, as he wondered if there was anyone there he might know.

With a soft sigh, Nir found no such luck, and looked through the older years.

Atticus had spotted someone who looked a bit distraught, he couldnt't help but have a sly grin on his face ready to pounce. It was a bit wierd though this guy whoever he was almost looked a like a polar opposite for him. Maybe it was the long black hair pulled back into a pony tail.

Then again who ever he was he sure did stand out with rolled up sleeves, but either way it sure did beat trying to look cool and not talking to anyone. " Hey, the name is Atticus and you must be new this year am I right? " he had his hand out for a handshake nothing more than a simple gretting.

If he wanted to know anyones name Atticus could have simply asked the spiritual manifestation of thier zanpakutou but he would have looked nuts as if he was talking to no one especially if that person hadn't made contact with it. There was that fact and if that spiritial manifestation knew Atticus could them since only the owner of thier zanpakutou can see them. Best not to make myself look conspicous he thought to himself.

" You know if you stick with me this is going to be blast but it you might get into a little trouble. " Atticus just kept a contempt look on his face just waiting on this guys reaction.

Atticus scractched his head being a tad embarrassed " So your a sencond year here. Well you can't remember everyone here really I mean with so many students." He looked towards the group of new years Nirami had pointed out. All Atticus did at this point was cross his arms shrugging his shoulder as if to just let it slide. " I wouldn't worry about them they'll follow everyone into the auditorium. "

" However you might probably know this I don't know if its true or not but the say a girl last year reached bankai. Well whoever she is I plan to spar with her. "

At this point seeing so many people and spiritual manifestations even the courtyard was getting crowded for him. If only I could turn this off like a light switch. Luckily Izayoi left him alone for the time being. So it looked like he'd be starting the year with this Nirami fellow. " Well Nirami we should get seated now the opening ceremonies are about to begin soon. Care to follow? " with that said he walked off keeping his eyes closed its good thing he didn't have claustraphobia.

"Squad 4 isn't that bad," Tsubame replied, starting to pick up pace, walking towards the fray of students gathered in the front, "I'll devote my all to any Squad that accepts me, regardless of their status or duty."

"Though I doubt that Squad 11 is ever going to accept me," she said, thinking loudly, "since they're physically specialized and all . . . maybe the Secret Mobile Corps would take me too, because the only real thing I can do better than most of my peers is being able to shunpo somewhat faster than anyone else, and I can do it for extended periods of time too . . . but that's not the point."

Tsubame reached the gathering of students and welcomed a few of them to the Academy, said morning greetings to those she knew from the previous years and waited for the ceremonies to finally start which, she knew, should be any minute now. She looked around for anyone she knew and before long, the bell rang.

Time to go, I guess, she thought, as she led the pack into the main gathering hall inside the building. The freshmen looked confused and nervous as they followed the other students into the towering structure. Tsubame smiled slightly, though she couldn't help but feel a slight spiritual pressure coming from the main hall doors. It must a captain coming to check up on the Academy for the start of the year, she thought.