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"I figured you were following me." He chuckled and grinned a little as he took another bite of his sandwich. "I have the time to tell my story, if you've got the time to spare as well. Isn't any trouble to me."

((Just make the assumption that you're done handing out schedules. Just do what you want until I bring Maon back out. X3))

The boy nodded and leaned back in his seat as he recalled some memories. "I was born into a rich family. I enjoyed it, but I was being pushed to a future I didn't want. I was destined to be a paper-pushing CEO if I stayed there. So I fought them the only way I could: legally. I emancipated myself at 13 when I finished 8th grade at the prep school I went to. Only problem was, I didn't have anywhere to go. So the counselor of the school, Mr. Mordred, made me a deal with Straitjacket so I could live in the dorms here and go to school free of tuition, as well as get a small allowance for food and clothes every month. To make things simpler, I divorced my parents and was 'adopted' by the school." He closed his eyes and motioned to the paper. "As for that, it's for my classes. I'm training to become a gunsmith. One of my hobbies was guns, so I learned as much as I could about them: How they work, distinctions between makes, all that. That's a schematic I'm working on at the moment for a derringer then can be utilized for medium-range defense as well as close-range."

Alisa listened to the boy's story, only to find that it wasn't as interesting as she thought it would be. Emancipation wasn't that uncommon in the world today. The only thing she really found interesting was his age at the time. "I find it a bit odd that you were able to seperate from your family in such an extreme way at a relatively young age. Usually, the legal system wont even consider an emancipation request unless the person is at least sixteen years of age, since that's the youngest one is allowed to be in order to find work. A lot of strings had to of been pulled for any judge to allow your case to go through." The more Alisa thought about it, the more abnormal it seemed. The school could have waited for the boy to be of proper age before removing him from his family dwelling, but for some reason they chose to act earlier. There had to be hidden secrets or motives behind it, something that made the boy special enough to not want to wait. It rekindled her original interest, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it, but something told her the boy wouldn't have many more answers for her. Alisa would have to go to the source to figure it out.
She took notice of the gun design he was showing her, not really knowing what to make of it. Alisa hadn't really been a huge fan of fire arms, preffering bladed weapond herself. "I don't see why your family didn't see any potential in your desire to create new weapons. Granted, I don't know the first thing about guns myself, but logically, there's a lot of money to be made in this field of work. With all the wars going on around the world, if you create the next best weapon, you'll have every army wanting to buy your invention. Even if you sell them for the cheapest price possible, you could be rolling in cash in just a few short years." She paused for a moment to take a drink, leaning forward in her seat as she thought a bit more. "For your family to be so willing to hold you back, just because you field of interest was more hands on than they would like...it's just idiotic. Maybe in a few years, when every American soldier is carying a gun that you custom designed and you have even more money that they do, they'll see the mistake they made and understand that a desk job isn't always the best job."

Alisa couldn't help but let a smile trace her lips. Both this Mr.Mordred and his parents were people she would like to meet, but for completely different reasons. The little tidbit that was given on the school counciler showed he had some kind of a background, good or bad she didn't know at this point. He fit into the strange catagory of people she liked. His parents on the other hand, she wanted to give them a healthy mental mind ******** and see how stubburn they were after that. "I'm sorry...probably should have taken care of introductions when I first approached you. The name's Alisa Gardener. As to why I'm here...I want to become a phycologist of sorts."

Aiden hadn't showed up for the school orientation. There were other things he had to do at the time. He wasn't afriad of getting in trouble for not showing up since he had informed the school head and counciler of his situation. They understood his reason and agreed to mail him his class schedule before hand. He now walked into the school, his appearance colder than normal. There were many students that stepped out of his way as walked through the halls to the boy dormatory area. Aiden took the time to observe some of these students, for he knew there were other assassins attending the school. There were the ones he was worried about the most, for they had the potential to become his future targets if they chose the wrong path.

Maxwell King was about to reprimand Miira's comment with a fiery retort, as was his habit to do so in the situations. But, as he was about to, Maxwell saw something in her eyes, a glint of light, that caused something inside of him. He felt a slight p***k, of something attempting to break through the years of hatred and self-fulfillment that had caked on. Because of that, Maxwell, for the first time in years went silent.

"Umm... Thanks. I had kinda forgot." Inside, his personality was screaming against it, asking why he did such a thing. He honestly didn't know.

Maxwell then went off, and picking up his schedule, returned to Miira. "Well... Are you hungry? I am and there is a cafeteria nearby..."