Shoot Command 06

Einamu. Member of SoF. Boys dorm, U-2, freshman.

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i:. Intro (open)

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“Coffee, I presume?”

Einamu nodded, folding his arms. Cursing himself for not bothering to put on a sweater, the boy tightened his tie and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Yes, please. I honestly don’t mind where it is as long as I can get some.” The brunette’s hands were freezing, and his throat was getting colder and colder by the minute. Some coffee would do him good, he thought. And it’s not like classes would be starting anytime soon. Looking at his watch for a second, the brunette nodded to confirm his own thoughts.

“I’m Einamu, by the way. No last name. And you are…?” 

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That was enough of an invitation for Baddap to turn away from the school’s main entrance and towards the gates. He would trust Einamu to have enough of common sense to follow suit.

“Why didn’t you at the very least bring something warmer to wear,” he questioned. Einamu must be freezing right about now— within reason. Japan’s winters were a cold one. Be fortunate that they were nowhere near Hokkaido. Assumingly.

Ways away from the vendor’s stand, Einamu introduced himself. Baddap nodded.

“Baddap Sleed. It’s a pleasure, Einamu.”

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Following after the white-haired boy, Einamu swung his hands by his sides. Studying his surroundings carefully as not to forget the way, the boy mentally reminded himself to buy another jacket. Forget school rules; it was freezing out.

“Why didn’t you at the very least bring something warmer to wear,” 

Frowning slightly, the brunette tilted his head. "I thought it was summer over here.." he admitted. "The weather here is freezing compared to the time I come from, also; I didn't notice the difference." Though he probably should have; he had neglected researching the time period he was currently in, and he was paying for it. 

“Baddap Sleed. It’s a pleasure, Einamu.”

"The same to you, Baddap." Einamu nodded. "I'm assuming you're my senior?" 

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i:. Intro (open)

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Switching the hand carrying his luggage, Einamu flexed his fingers. The elder’s stare hardly scared him; it reminded him of his superiors in Protocol Omega. Cold, tough, and willing to exert force. Looking up with a blank face, the brunette studied the older boy for a few seconds. Taller than he was, most definitely; he didn’t look too strong, but appearances were deceiving and there was a very strong possibility that he could be hurled overhead and shoved into a locker.

“From here, into the building behind you, take the right corridor until you see a flight of stairs. Go down, and the male dormitories will be there.”

Einamu listened to the instructions carefully; repeating them in his head several times over in order to memorise them. Bowing as best he could with one hand being weighed down, he smiled slightly at the boy in front of him. 

“Thank you. Would you also happen to know where I could buy a drink from? It’s quite cold out, you see.” 

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The same blank stare mirrored his. Most of the students here shied away from Baddap due to his cold exterior. This boy, however… a familiar air circulated. Familiar, yet nothing came to mind. He would brush it off as but a feeling of deja-vu, recalling experiences back home.

His studies of the school’s campus helped him guide this lost newcomer well, it would seem like.

“Coffee, I presume?” Caffiene is best consumed in the morning. The breakfast vendors around campus were the last things on Baddap’s mind— a little digging in his memory was what he needed to reason where he’s seen them.

“I don’t think there are any directly on campus, however I could direct you to a vendor I usually visit in the mornings. Would that be acceptable?” 

Why not? There’s still plenty of time before classes resume, and the vendor isn’t very far away.

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“Coffee, I presume?”

Einamu nodded, folding his arms. Cursing himself for not bothering to put on a sweater, the boy tightened his tie and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear.

"Yes, please. I honestly don't mind where it is as long as I can get some." The brunette's hands were freezing, and his throat was getting colder and colder by the minute. Some coffee would do him good, he thought. And it's not like classes would be starting anytime soon. Looking at his watch for a second, the brunette nodded to confirm his own thoughts.

"I'm Einamu, by the way. No last name. And you are...?" 

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i:. Intro (open)

Einamu hated mornings.

The fact that they were colder than he was used to didn’t help; the earth’s temperature had gone up quite a bit within 200 years, and it annoyed him more than he liked to admit. This, combined with the fact that he had to carry a ridiculously heavy bag around the school until he could find where he was supposed to stay, made Einamu surprisingly irritable that particular morning.

Pulling his tie absentmindedly (Not that it bothered him; his original uniform had been near skin-tight, and Einamu personally considered this one an improvement) , Einamu glanced angrily at the school map for the third time within the past five minutes. The map was near-indecipherable after he had spilt his coffee on it earlier whilst bumping into someone (A mistake he regretted, because he had lost both his hot beverage and his way to getting a new one). Scrunching it up and shoving it in his pocket, Einamu observed where he had taken himself.

“Great, just great.” The brunette muttered, surveying the area with slight interest. “I’ve been looking for the dormitories all morning, and just when I think I’ve found it, it turns out I’ve made my way to a sports field. Ugh!”

Turning around, the agitated boy stomped his way away from the sports field and looked for the nearest person. Walking up to them, he cleared his throat and put his hand on their shoulder.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know where the male dormitories are?”

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Breathing air through his own lungs was refreshing.

He had a sinking feeling that staying in this school for too long would drive him insane. What other choice did he have, with the place he’d so haphazardly call “home” being centuries in the future, he had nowhere else to turn but here.

A breath of fresh air in the morning guided the soldier to a wayward student. New, perhaps.

Being called out to, he could do with. Having his shoulder touched for the sole purpose of gaining his attention, however… 

His shoulder shrugged off the hand, Baddap turning himself to face the young man with a rather cold stare, a face he wore well.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know where the male dormitories are?”

That wasn’t a very difficult question at all. 

“From here, into the building behind you, take the right corridor until you see a flight of stairs. Go down, and the male dormitories will be there.”

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Switching the hand carrying his luggage, Einamu flexed his fingers. The elder's stare hardly scared him; it reminded him of his superiors in Protocol Omega. Cold, tough, and willing to exert force. Looking up with a blank face, the brunette studied the older boy for a few seconds. Taller than he was, most definitely; he didn't look too strong, but appearances were deceiving and there was a very strong possibility that he could be hurled overhead and shoved into a locker.

“From here, into the building behind you, take the right corridor until you see a flight of stairs. Go down, and the male dormitories will be there.”

Einamu listened to the instructions carefully; repeating them in his head several times over in order to memorise them. Bowing as best he could with one hand being weighed down, he smiled slightly at the boy in front of him. 

"Thank you. Would you also happen to know where I could buy a drink from? It's quite cold out, you see." 

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i:. Intro (open)

Einamu hated mornings.

The fact that they were colder than he was used to didn’t help; the earth’s temperature had gone up quite a bit within 200 years, and it annoyed him more than he liked to admit. This, combined with the fact that he had to carry a ridiculously heavy bag around the school until he could find where he was supposed to stay, made Einamu surprisingly irritable that particular morning.

Pulling his tie absentmindedly (Not that it bothered him; his original uniform had been near skin-tight, and Einamu personally considered this one an improvement) , Einamu glanced angrily at the school map for the third time within the past five minutes. The map was near-indecipherable after he had spilt his coffee on it earlier whilst bumping into someone (A mistake he regretted, because he had lost both his hot beverage and his way to getting a new one). Scrunching it up and shoving it in his pocket, Einamu observed where he had taken himself.

“Great, just great.” The brunette muttered, surveying the area with slight interest. “I’ve been looking for the dormitories all morning, and just when I think I’ve found it, it turns out I’ve made my way to a sports field. Ugh!”

Turning around, the agitated boy stomped his way away from the sports field and looked for the nearest person. Walking up to them, he cleared his throat and put his hand on their shoulder.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know where the male dormitories are?”

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Einamu stares. Briefly considering an answer to the question, he folds his arms and frowns a little. I don't have one. I've been everywhere I want to - I don't feel the need to go anywhere else.

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