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"Yeah," Mitsu nodded again. "I will be fine." She tried to sound reassuring but she wasn't sure how well she had managed. Leaning toward Shun she placed a kiss on his left check and then one more, very gently, against the bandage covering the remains of his left eye. "Don't worry okay?"

Sitting back in her seat she tried to focus back on the stage to see what else would be said but once again the chatter began to overwhelm her and her eyes zoned out.

Turning to mist sounded much, much nicer, but like Herryk Mort was not going to press the topic. The assembly was hardly a place to talk about it anyway, especially since it was quite fresh on the mind. "Er, shouldn't methinks," he tried to assure. "Most coming here n'way. Can't, er, find much trouble like so yes?"

And as far as the Scarentines question, it took him a second to figure out who he meant. "Taryn? Seeing? Er yes, did see. Was team captain." The entire point was missed.

Bongani may not have been vibrating on the spot like the person a few people in front of him, but he was listening attentively to what the secretary had to say. As an exchange student, he felt he had to be doubly on his best behavior. If he screwed s**t up he could end up insulting three different groups of people instead of the usual one.

So, that's why Bongani was trying his hardest not to throttle the people nearest to him. Bunch of over excitable loud mouths who needed to hush. He felt an eyebrow twitch as his irritation rose and he fought to smooth out his tumultuous emotions. No, this was not to the time to be a cosmic jerk, as he'd so recently been called. He was here to make friends, not enemies...that is if he didn't managed to maim anyone first. He really needed to work on his people skills.

Kettil meandered on in signs y'know he signed up for these shenanigans so he might as well partake in it in some fashion, Endzela for the moment was all cradled up in his arms like a small owl-faced infant as he gently rubbed at the feathers upon her chest. She'd been making a fuss at him about possibly being late and what not.

As far as he is concerned he was on time for all the things. All of them.

Now they just needed to hurry up and wait it seemed.

Rumbling as he was addressed, the Púca's eyes turned to Dev, glowing a bright and iridescent color that seemed sharp against his otherwise dark skin. His ears folded forward as well, quivering to the sound of her voice. Another curious creature! How fascinating. The horse grinned at her, moving in Dev's direction, though he coiled a possessive arm against the back of the rabbit's chair. After all, he'd laid claim to it -- her! -- and now she was his. That was just how he viewed it, and anyone who dared to say otherwise could try. Humming deep in his throat, a sort of would-be growl apart from the distinctly equine like nature, Fallow leaned in, nose to nose now with this... ah, whatever she was.

"Maybe." He snickered again, the same high-pitched sound. "Doesn't mean I have to abide by it though, does it?" Without hesitation, the Púca lent forward and closed the distance between Dev's forehead and his, rattling their skulls together.

"Hmm. Hello. I like you, I think."

Aurian listened with rapt attention to the assembly speech. Generic and not-so-helpful as was the norm, but she nodded along in the right places anyway. She already signed up for the classes that the Four Clans were offering, and the homework that was being assigned was nothing that she hadn't been planning on doing anyway. Of course she wanted to learn more about them!

Admittedly they hadn't had the greatest introduction - Aurian was never getting over that stupid boat trip and island fiasco. But at least half of that had actually been the Hunters, so Aurian was willing to give the Four Clans another try. The Trials hadn't been too bad, after all. (Or so a little bit of time and distance from them had Aurian thinking. She refused to speak of the 24 hours after the trials ended, which she'd spent sobbing into her pillows, the nightmare of the Death Trial still lingering.)

The speech was over and excited chatter filled the auditorium as the students turned to one another. Aurian glanced around and sighed. Fishing her phone out of her belts, she sent off a few texts.




With a sigh, Aurian settled into her seat. Her red eyes were glued to the phone, willing it to beep with a return text.

Ace winked in reply to Auri's question. "Is quaint, yes," he said, now returning to the subject of Amityville. "But there ain't nothing wrong with that at all now is there? Better a school that gets all of the news coverage and spotlight where money can be made... rather than a stuffy institution for boils to produce fine spookie-cutter delegates for the dry-a** world of politics."

Such talk from a boil no older than 16.

Ace glanced back to JD now, blinking curiously as the demon seemed taken back by something. SOMETHING. "You uh.. you alright Johnny Boil?"