Welcome to Gaia! ::

((Just so you know your History says nothing about training your wavelength into your attacks sweatdrop if you have done that much training that should have been there..... Van's influence has tainted me O_o))

Soi nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Well it was Echo's idea so it more likely then not will end badly, no offence to echo; but thats just how her plans work out" He said remembering that morning. He then looked back at Elanore, to see if she was getting ready to start class.

((I would suggest PM Cylem with any change first; your character has been accepted and she might not want people to start with that much soul training already))


"Well we don't know if class is starting yet or not; we just need to wait until Elanore says its time to start" He said shrugging slightly before looking back at the two who where talking with him and Echo. He then looked over at Miranda. "So what do you do for practice?" He asked looking at Miranda with a smile.

Miranda jumped at Soi's comment to her. She looked around Ray and replied, more confident now that she was talking with someone she knew. "Well, I train with Mira. My transformations aren't fully perfect and I can do partial transformation to a medium extent." Miranda didn't really know what else to say. That was all they really did so far.

Seven’s eyes widened.
“Seven…Seven…Seven…lots of Sevens!” She muttered, utterly delighted with his newcomer.
“Haha! See! See, the world really is becoming lucky!”

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Rydel blinked.
“Which British kid…?” He repeated dumbly, wracking his brain for some kind of satisfactory answer. Needless to say, he was very uptight when it came to talking to teachers. And authority in general. At least he was aware of it, though. It would be worse if he wasn’t. He thought it must have stemmed from the formative years. As a kid, teachers were all that stood between him and getting crammed into his locker after school. He pretty much worshiped the ground that they walked on.
“W-Well, I’m considerably British, if that’s what you mean…very, very British…” He eventually managed to stammer out.

He continued after a long, awkward pause.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, I’m not sure I know what you mean…”

Rydel paled. Partly because the teacher was still smiling—generally, even Seven would have stopped that creepy little giggle of hers at this point—but mostly because he’d answered the question incorrectly. What if that was a secret test of character? What if he’d failed, and was now doomed to fail at everything else in life simply because he’d answered that one question incorrectly? Maybe. Or maybe he really, really needed to see a therapist about a paranoia problem.

“Oh, I’m Rydel…” He said after a moment, his eyes now directed at the ground to avoid looking at that smile that he was sure was getting larger every waking moment…
“Rydel Platt. I’m from London. A boarding orphanage in London. I’m a ringblade.”

He moved one hand in a circular motion to try to illustrate what he looked like in weapon form, which he probably could have done by half-transforming, or something like that, but opted not to for fear of accidentally impaling something on one of the blade’s spikes. It was a very big weapon. One time, he’d transformed on a sidewalk and accidentally scraped out of the cars in the lane next to him.
“It’s like a large, metal…hula-hoop type contraption..."

"Ummm..... Teacher" Ame said just as Elanore walked past him. "....." He said as the teacher marked him late after not seeing him. "I am here" He said walking over to the Front desk; easily the shortest person in the room; even shorter then Elanore herself by almost half a foot.

The door to the classroom flew open, showing a tall scrawny boy, covered by what seemed to be two to four blankets, his entire body was invisible due to the thick shade that the blankets cast. He stepped forward as the sound of skin on wood could be heard, he was barefoot, and he was obviously British once the voice underneath screamed, "AME! YOU b*****d! YOU OPENED UP MY BLINDS TO WAKE ME UP!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!?" A hand revealed itself from the darkness, pointing at the small Hawaiian boy, and the boys face was revealed through the anger. His hair was shaggy and brown matching his burning eyes, and his skin was pale obviously due to the lack of sunlight he got.

He pulled his arm and head back under the blankets and ran straight for Ame, "NEVER OPEN MY BLINDS EVER AGAIN YOU LITTLE PUNK!!" He yelled once more as he grabbed the boy's collar shaking him, causing the blankets to fall from his body showing that he only had a pair of boxers and a tank top on. As the sunlight struck his body he let out a bloodcurdling scream, quickly grabbing the blankets and falling to the floor trying to hide from the light.