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Upon arrival of the shinigami academy, Itazuki was anxious to start learning from this place. He was especially curious who the Hand to hand combat teacher was. He knew things about fighting and that was kept him going till now. So a fight with a random stranger was no problem with him and taking a beating was some thing he could handle. Itazuki walked casually not trying to make a scene and to help this his head remained looking down. He passed the front gates and saw some other students that he would interact with on a later occasion. The sun was a slight bother but nothing that would hurt him. He saw a boy or a man, he had no distinct features that clarified what he was from his current position. Taking a few extra steps he sat next to the boy and muttered a soft. "Hello."

Cocking her head back in Ryan’s direction, her nervousness was lightly hidden behind years of manners as she listened to him speak. That’s when Tsubame noticed the mispronunciation of his words but the relatively clear diction he kept. She’d heard it before from a multitude of new arrivals to the Rukongai, and considering his story she could conclude a basic past. “Ah, my apologies as well, my name is Takanashi Tsubame.” Smiling sweetly, she stilled her hands as they played with the end of her hair; it wouldn’t due to show such bad manners in the presence of another.

After the introduction she looked over Ryan as he sat next to her, the clothing he was so proud of and found a strange appreciation for the accumulated layers of patchwork. Flicking her eyes up to his own verdant set, “I can understand the attachment to something you’ve know all of your life.” Looking away she smiled softly while continuing. “I’ve lived in a shop at the South First District since I arrived in Soul Society, and even though we’ve become affluent over time and hard work, I still find my first few kimono to be my greatest treasures. Though, I don’t tend to wear them any longer, I’m expected to look polished and well groomed while dealing with clients. No buyer wants to see the seamstresses clothing faded and unraveling at the edges…”

As Sayuri arrived to the Shinigami Academy, she was slightly disappointed, because there were some students already in the common grounds and she was kinda hoping that she would manage to arrive here before anyone else would. Now it seems that all the rush and effort, which she had put into restless cycling, was all for nothing. She sighed and tried to make the most pitiful expression on her face, but only a second later she smiled to herself, resolved that nothing will spoil the Day when she crossed the treshold of the SA for the first time.

With her sharp eye she examined the surrounding; there were some individuals, who were either asleep or yet too indecesive to join the group of others. Sayuri decidet not to contact any of them. Not today. Firstly she has to recharge her batteries. In order to do that she climbed to the highest branch of the nearest marple tree, ignoring it's annoyingly red leaves and silently enjoying the view. She was so overwhelmed by the beautiful colors spilling over the smooth surface of pond, that she didn't notice her new company.

It was the muttering of that very person which brought her back from her daydreaming. A girl about her age with pink hair was standing not more than three steps away from her tree. At a glance she looked weak, but Sayuri's sharp eye caught that some tough battels are raging inside her. Obviosly the pink haired girld didn't notice her and Sayuri had no intention to change that. As her attention wandered back to the pod, a strong blow of wind coming out of nowhere caught her unprepared and made her loose her otherwise extremely good balance. Since she can't fly, she fell of the tree and landed on her bottom with confused expression on her face right in front of the girl, who was even more confused.

After two long seconds of dead silence Sayuri's face suddenly colored red and in the moment of embarrasment she somehow managed to squeak: "Oops! "

Lilyth watched as more and more people arived, some going and talking to the others but still no one even came near her. She ought to be used to it by now but it still bugged her how no one ever seemed to notice her, maybe it was because of how small she was, she wasn't sure. She sighed as she stood up and walked over to the edge of the small pond. She crouched down and leaned over the edge staring into its depths watching the reflections of the trees and clouds and people and herself. A small smile crossed her face as she thought of just letting herself fall in, what a scene that would make. She would look like a clumsy little kid but it would be fun to see the confused and surprised expressions of the people standing around. She then reached down and poked the surface of the water watching the ripples distort everything around, she suddenly had four googly eyes and it made her smile widen. She then sat down and took her shoes off and dangling her feet into the cool water. She leaned back and held herself up with her hands, she looked up at the sky watching the clouds. She smiled her grey eyes sparkling in the bright sunshine, she loved the feeling of the heat on her bare arms and legs and face.

[ Hannelore ]
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Hannelore slowly began to settle down as the girl left, the twinge of panic slowly slipping from her mind as she got a hold of herself. After blinking a few times, Hannelore realised the girl was gone, though her words echoed as if she were hearing them for the first time. 'Here. Take it, if you want. ... Emm.. Yeah, see ya!' For a moment, she looked at the pencil before muttering something as if talking to the girl who was no longer there. "Um...B..Bye..." Cautiously, she leant down, picking up the pencil with a gloved hand and examining it closer. "Thank you..." she finished quietly before pocketing the pencil.
To avoid further attention, Hannelore gazed around a little before scurrying out of view, her near panic attack jogging her memory that she was supposed to be somewhere else by now.

Lilyth looked over at the boy who was now sitting next to her, she smiled at him as she spoke in a kind tone, "Hello, Trace. My name is Lilyth but most people just call me Lily." She then reached out and took his hand noticing how small it was, just like her sister's hand had been. Lilyth quickly let go and returned to looking at the sky, remembering her little sister, she would have been much older now, possibly in her fifties but unfortunately she had died at the age of 2. If Lilyth herself hadn't died she would be in her fifties or maybe early sixties, she couldn't remember how long she had been dead. Then she remembered the boy next to her and she spoke again, her voice giving no indication to her thoughts, "Look at the clouds, aren't they pretty?" she knew they question was strange and would probably confuse him but she needed to busy her mind once again.

"Sorry if my question confused you, I can be strange sometimes." Lilyth applogized seeing the confusion on his face, she smiled and began to ask random questions "So how are you? Are you excited about school too? Where did you come from?"