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"Okay. okay." Star said. She took her move, and aimed for a punch square in his back.

Star sank with the mud, of course, and turned visible with it. "Sweet move." Star said. She regained her balance and smiled at him. Star took aim and kicked at his chest.

IV blinked, glancing up at the canopy with mouth slightly agape and finger resting on her chin, she contemplated. "It appears so, but you forget, my friend, that we ourselves can always create our own fun. So then, in a way, we are only observing until opprotunity shows his hand... If you understood what I just said, please feel free to explain it to me sometime, didn't quite get it myself." She chuckled at her own ignorance and then returned to watching over the fight. "I wonder if any of the classes will have us fight each other..."

Namine glanced at IV. "Oh that was very insightful IV. We could join this fight as well but then who would battle who? Im not too keen on battling when one person is outmatched by many. Yet I get the feelings that we may each get to battle the other as part of our training in this school." Namine laughed the excitement evident in it her voice. " And I must say I look forward to the show of powers from everyone here." Her gaze returned to the battle below.

Down the halls a shadowy figure wanders, turning upon heels every few steps so that he could take in the sights of the building. It was a wonder that his family was ever able to get him enlisted into such a place. He came from a family of farmers and hunters, yet this place was apparantly fit for the children of lords and nobles. Wondrous as it was, a sense of dread and unease already began to swallow him, sensing a deep contrast between him and his ideals of the other students. Needless to say, he felt out of place. A few minutes down the hall and he'd be before his room; number ten on the first floor. Using the key given to him at reception, he unlocks the door and slips quietly inside; leaving it slightly ajar. He'd not bother to turn on the lights, for his sight was much better in the dark, sitting the fairly decent sized burlap sack he carried down onto the floor. There, he'd merely stand in the middle of the room, gazing upon its arcitecture and eloquence.

A small smile speads over his lips, attaining a good and almost familiar feel with his ne dwelling as he stood there. He lightly brushes the sack containing his belongings off towards the dresser before going back out into the hall; making certain that he closed his door completly. He holds still as he glances about the halls again, ears suddenly giving a series of twitches with the distant sounds of what seemed like a struggle. Out of curiosity and some worry, he strides towards the sound's source; staying out of veiw from behind a corner and peering over to see what was happening.

Several moments of sneaking peeks from around the corner pass before he decides to move along elsewhere; such a thing was never for him he thought. A few turns and passings through doorways later he finds himself in the main hall of the school. Seeming as there was a recess period going on, he'd take a seat on the bottom stair before slipping a neatly folded sheet of parchment from his pocket. Once unfolded he'd go over the contents mentally; a listing of his classes and what times he were to attend them.

He'd give a small nod of approval with each class he red off in his head, though he frowns a bit as he comes across a lesson in Ice Manipulation. From what others had told him and from what he experienced himself, he was sensitive to the cold; overly sensitive. Just the mere thought made him shiver furiously. Even so, he'd decide to make the most of it.