𝙾𝙷, 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷

MINAKO ARISATO STRICTLY AFFILIATED "It turns out that sometimes, the future belongs to someone else." Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  dorm 506  Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

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mochizushi:

Ryoji found the best way to ignore things was to pull others closer to you. When he finally realized who he was, he was so overcome with guilt that he offered Minako the chance to kill him. That way, she and her friends could have spent the rest of their days happily together before the end came. That was what Ryoji had genuinely though would be the best possible conclusion. 

People needed the connections they made in order to live. He understood this implicitly. After all, before he and Minako began to date, she was his first friend. Pharos was just a lonely little boy who snuck into her room to ask her questions. The questions he could not simply resolve by watching life through her eyes. 

They had been so close back then, Ryoji felt almost a little bit lonely now that they were in separate bodies. He wondered if this emptiness inside was part of what it meant to feel human. Perhaps he should ask Minako-chan to let him go inside of her again. Though she might take it the wrong way. As Ryoji thought of this he giggled, breaking the strong atmosphere between the two of them as they were dancing. 

“Ah, let me just…” He said for a moment before he reached back and changed the track on the boombox that was playing with a press of a button. It became a much slower song. He was okay for now, being far apart from her because he could always lean on her when they were in two separate bodies, Ryoji thought as he lenead forward and moved his head towards the crook of her neck. 

Just then though, he felt a jolt of energy run through him. Ryoji backed off suddenly, holding his head. 

“Get behind me Minako-chan, I heard something.”

Before them, from the bushes a shadowy presence emerged. It lunged but Ryoji stepped in the way, in front of Minako. It did not matter, if his body was destroyed. He was made of shadows after all. 

     As kind as he was, he was wrong to think she needed to be protected from something so small. Ryoji of all people should have known that she was the opposite of helpless.

     So she moved around him, both to get a better look and ready herself for combat. It had been so long, part of her wondered if she could have possibly forgotten how to fight or control her Personas, but something like that couldn’t be forgotten — right? It was an instinct you kept in your heart, it was the mask you used to deal with the world... and a fool like her had a small army of them.

     “It’s fine,” she reassured him, touching his shoulder for only a moment before assessing the creature prowling nearby. Whatever it was, it felt negative and threatening. She had to dispose of it. Watch out, she wanted to say to Ryoji, but she knew that he probably already knew what she was going to do.

Her first summon since arriving there to the school.

     She held the evoker against her temple, remembering the fear of her last battle and her desperate attempts to keep her world from ending. The same feelings of protectiveness overcame her; her finger squeezed against the trigger.

     But nothing happened. And, for good measure, she tried again — only for the same feeling of emptiness to reveal itself. No, no, she began to panic. No, this can’t be happening. I can’t —

     Something heavy weighed on her chest just then, pushing out all of her breath and leaving her collapsed on the ground. Her headache surged and surged through her body, bringing that same pain as her very first summoning on the dorm rooftop. 

     Twelve of them escaped her all at once and she could do nothing but scream as they circled her. Personas were nothing but shadows that had been tamed... what happened to them after laying dormant for so long? After being stuck in a type of purgatory, unused and restless?

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mochizushi:

Ryoji was smiling and ignoring the danger signs. He was good at ignoring things. After all he ignored he was a shadow a few months after he was boring. That took a lot of work you know, every time he had some gap in his memories, like what his parents faces looked like, or what school he went to before Gekoukan, he simply smiled and ignored it. 

Now, Ryoji busied himself with the food. Technically, he did not need to eat but he did anyway for the sake of appearances. His body could fully simulate a human one if he wanted to. He put a dish in front of Minako and himself. He could have joined her in eating of course, but after one bite when he saw Minako react to the deliciousness of the food Ryoji leaned over the table, rested his chin and both hands, and simply watched her with affection. 

To him Minako’s happiness was enough to fill any emptiness inside of him with. He really believed that. Ryoji let a dreamy sigh escape his lips. Almost bashfully, he pulled his scarf over his face, and put a hand on his chest as he stood up. “I’m serious so… so please don’t laugh at me. Flowers, stars, all things beautiful in this world, are metaphors for you.”

He took the hand on his chest and offered it to her. “So will you dance with me?”

     She knew that ignoring things made it easier. Up until the end of his life as she knew him to be, he had created a life of his own that he could have (however fleeting and temporary it was). Of course it was bound to fail and collapse with time, as everything that went ignored was destined to do, but it was graceful for what it was. 

     Now, moving past the horrors of what the both of them had been through together (more accurately, separated) seemed as if it should have been easy. Ignoring the possible side effects of being released from the door should have been easy. With a new place, new classes, and new friends, they couldn’t have been further from their past, and yet still she felt the leftover weakness in her muscles.

     The look Ryoji gave her was sweet enough for her to shift her focus and smile back at him as she ate, until he stood over her and said things that she was too surprised to even repeat back to herself. How he became so romantic, she had no idea.

     Minako wanted to be just as sweet with him as he was with her, though she knew nothing she would do would come close. A dance was the least to ask for, really, so she took his hand in confirmation — with the hand that still displayed the ring he had given her so long ago.

     When she stood, she leaned on him a bit more than she should have. Dizziness was common company since she arrived there, as was her weakness, but there was nothing for her to do about it save for waiting for the uncomfortable feeling to fade away. “Sorry,” she gave a quick apology and tried to straighten herself out or at least not lean on him so much. Her touch was gentle against him then as she did her best to keep her smile; it really was a nice night.

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mochizushi:

“Bold! I can’t help it, you make me want to be the boldest man in the world.” Ryoji stoped right then and spun on his heel. He had planned to walk all the way to their destination without interruptions, having already delayed them enough with his antics, but Ryoji could not help himself. His life was short, he wanted to do the things he wanted to do. So he tried to live as spontaneously as he could from one moment to the next. He took Minako’s other hand. 

“When I see you I want to flatter you with burning love. It’s the only way I can see to make it fair, after all I’m so fortunate to have in my life someone so beautiful. I want to pay it back, all this good fortune.” Ryoji started to lean in with his words. His hands reaching to cup Minako’s face.

Before he could even start though, he stopped himself. Suddenly, he jerked away and began to move forward again. “An! Y! Way!” He pronounced all three syllables to change the subject. He was lucky they were close, otherwise he might have lost control of himself.

Ryoji arrived at a table, set up in the gardens of the academy. There was nearby, a projector, and a boombox. This is what he had meant, all the activities set up in this little garden of eden for just the two of them. He had put great care into planning this date, and he pulled a seat out for her. Then leaned over to light the candles. When he was finished, still leaning over her he looked to Minako. 

"So, how is it? Would you mind dining with me for the evening in a place like this, my dear mina-chan?”

     So, she wasn’t as cool-headed as she thought herself to be. A gesture like this made her heart race and her complexion redden once again, just like it did not even two minutes ago. If he wanted to flatter her, it was a job well done.

     She wanted to know why he jerked away the way that he did after he got so close to her. The contact was nice, but perhaps she was just that unassuming; she didn’t prefer to think of herself as innocent, but it could have been that too. Either way, she was still glad to be on a date with him at all. There’d be time for them to do anything and everything they wanted.

     When they got to the table, Minako took a few moments to appreciate everything he’d done. It must have taken a good amount of time given their classes during the week — where did he even get half of those things? Did she even want to know that part?

     “It’s all so nice,” she replied, looking up and patting his cheek gently.

     The both of them were more than a match for any sort of beast in the night that could come roaming around, she thought to herself, knowing that there were several “DANGER” signs posted around the school grounds. Whether or not she was right would be seen, but luckily enough they weren’t out past curfew.

     Barring a small headache brewing, they couldn’t have had a better time for time alone. “Thank you, Ryoji.”

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“Memories are like the Time’s sand. They shatter and disperse, but never truly disappear. And they never go back to the same place.”

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my dearest

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Exam break

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mochizushi:

  “I’m what? Handsome? Charismatic? Wonderful? Well I already know all of those things, but it feels so nice to hear them coming out of your lips regardless.”

Ryoji was… an idiot. That was the only proper way to end her sentence. The door that Minako had opened created a draft, causing a slight breeze to blow through the hallway moving his scarf from the place where it had previously been. Ryoji felt a slight chill at around his waste and looked down. Only to quickly cover himself up. 

“Ah! Mina-chan! What are you doing? You shouldn’t see me like this until at least after dinner!” Well, Ryoji had just spoiled his plans for tonight. He was so embarrassed he turned red. Then he began to glow. 

In the next moment he was standing in front of her fully clothed again, hair slicked back and dressed fancy in suspenders. His body was just an illusion made of shadows after all. He looked to the side for a moment, embarrassed. Not by the nudity just, having to admit he was not human in front of Minako again. 

Quickly he grabbed her hand, and pulled her outside the door. It was a bit strange, a bit too forceful, but the next moment he was smiling again. “I hope you’re ready for this, I have to make up for 13 years in one date night, so we’re going to do everything! Dinner! Movies! We’ll go dancing. Don’t worry though, if you swoon too much and can’t stand up anymore I’ll be sure to catch you.” Ryoji was rambling again, in his usual energetic way. He stopped his chatter only to take on a thoughtful expression as they walked, and after a long silence finally asked.

“Hey Mina-chan, why were you looking at me with one eye back there? Is it because you’re a pervert?” He really was an idiot. 

     Her crimson eyes had seen a number of things in her life. They’d seen happy things like birthday parties and the stretch of the horizon behind the ocean, sunsets so vibrant they’d be imprinted in her memory forever, and the faces of the loved ones she gave up her life for. They’d seen terrible things like disease, blood and death, and betrayal. But of all the things she’d ever seen before in her life, she couldn’t have possibly prepared herself to see what was revealed thanks to the breeze coming in from her open window.

     She’d completely covered her face far too late.

     For a person who wasn’t human, he certainly looked like one.

     Luckily, Ryoji was never one to dwell on something like that, which she was glad for. Being with him was fluid and easy, like going along with a current; his own charisma (in spite of his... quirks) was enough to let her continue on without too much embarrassment. Until, of course, he asked that question.

     She had enough charisma of her own to charm her way out of revealing that the image was absolutely burned into her mind, and it likely wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. But the way that she laughed... perhaps she felt a bit bad. Like she saw something she shouldn’t have. He didn’t seem upset, but still...

     “Not even! You just took me by surprise, that’s all. A little bit...” she struggled to find the proper word. “Bold.”

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mochizushi:

@rubicunde​

Ryoji ran his hands through his hair one last time in the shower, before throwing hs head back and letting the water wash over him. There was a lot on his mind. He was going on a date! A real date! With a real girl! What more could a fake person ask for he thought as he stepped out of the shower.

It had been awhile, the two of thme had busy schedules, but it was worth the wait, he thought as he went to retrieve his scarf and wrap it around his neck and throw the tail behind his shoulder. 

A few moments later Ryoji was walking down the hall. A date, he thought. A date with Minako. He was going to make her happy enough to forget about 13 years worth of oblivion. He only stopped when he realized that his hands were empty. He couldn’t show up on a girl like Minako’s doorstep and bring her nothing. Ryoji looked nervously around and saw a vase. He pushed it over on the table, and stole the flowers from inside, roots still covered in dirt. 

Soon Ryoji was in front of Minako’s door, holding onto the flowers. “Mina-cchi! I hope you’re ready! My lotus flower, my Juliet, let’s get close enough tonight to forget about the rest of the world.”

It was all very romantic, that was until the door itself opened to reveal Ryoji had… forgotten to get dressed in his nervousness. He hadn’t noticed yet either. That boy had no common sense. The only thing censoring him at the moment was a convenient tail of his scarf that fell between his legs.

     She was just as excited as he was as she got herself ready for their date — an actual date, finally.  They’d had to schedule it for the weekend when the two of them weren’t so busy with their classes or homework, but it was well worth the wait. The spare looks and few minutes they had managed to get alone together during the week was like a sneak preview for their date to come.

     Minako had just finished getting ready when she heard Ryoji calling her from outside her dorm. Through some trial and error, they had discovered that the magic of the school kept outsiders from going into dorms that they weren’t assigned to. In fact, Minako had discovered that relatively quickly, which wasn’t a surprise at all given who Ryoji was as a person.

     But she didn’t hold it against him. She was just glad to have him back and like his normal self. Or, how he normally was as Ryoji. But that was an issue she didn’t want to think about. For now, she opened her door with her fresh hair and nice clothes (not their school uniform), to reveal...

     ...Oh, lord above.

     Part of her knew that she had the option to tease him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she put her hands over her face, keeping one of her eyes open for whatever reason.

     “...Ryoji, you’re — ”

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mochizushi:

Ryoji looked at the letter in her hand. “Ah,” he gasped for a moment, and then looked down for his jacket pocket. Oh, that was right he was not wearing a jacket. The sacrifices one made for fashion. He dug into his pants pockets instead with his free hand, before holding the paper up in front of his face near the line. 

“Dorm number 502 it seems.” It took him a moment to realize, when he did though he flipped in a classic Ryoji way. He even did an exaggerated double take. “506 - 502, that’s four whole numbers away? If there’s any distance keeping the two of us apart it might as well be an eternity.”

Here he was acting like the two of them had not just been separated by a great seal for ten years. Perhaps he was just greedy, a greedy boy in love. If he had his way he might spend every second of every day with her. Actually, he was quite used to that. The two of them had grown up together in a way.

Just like childhood friends, Ryoji thought. While he was fussing, his eye had caught the rest of the invitation letter. To be honest though, all those details bored him. He was already trying to think of plans to sneak into Minako’s dorm at night and spend time with her without getting caught. 

“There’s only one way to solve this. After this orientation, Minako would you go out on a date with me? I have to start making up for lost time right this moment.”

     Boy in love was right, though greedy was a bit of a stretch. At least, it was in Minako’s mind; they were ephemeral beings, the both of them, and to be able to meet like this was something so rare and sweet that Minako was still reeling from it. Whatever powers they were containing within themselves didn’t matter in that moment. Personas, Death, what-have-you — in some semblance of their lives they were simple kids with feelings that could span decades in any form that the universe decided to keep them in.

     And Minako would keep to that facet of reality for as long as she possibly could.

     She looked at him with excitement and her ever-so-bright smile, just like she remembered doing all those years ago. It was like their second chance, wasn’t it? Being together like this? If she could see him smile too, and not be so troubled or sad like he was in his short time on Earth, she’d feel fulfilled.

     “Of course I will,” she answered him finally. “There’s a lot of time to make up for, after all.”

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“it’s just a cut, really.”

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     “It’s really no problem,” Minako insisted, gently holding the girl’s forearm so that she could get a better look at Emiko’s shoulder. Whatever beast on the school grounds got in her way, it left quite the deep gash in her skin, and the tough exterior that Emiko thought she was keeping up was lost with every drop of blood that fell to the floor.

     Minako let go of Emiko’s arm and gripped her evoker, the gun-like tool at her waist, to summon forth one of her personas.

     “Yurlungur.”

     The snake-like creature cast a healing spell on the other girl, hopefully to seal the wound completely and replace the energy she’d lost in her prior scuffle.

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“why do i even bother?”

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     Whether or not he wanted her to answer, he had asked his question aloud nonetheless, and Minako seemed to be the only one around. If he was trying to talk to himself, he really should have done it away from a girl like her, with a history of helping the people she surrounded herself with.

     “Because you have to,” she said, lighthearted enough, but then she looked over and gave him a sigh.

     “…Well, I guess you don’t have to. But if you don’t, what makes you different from all those people who let life pass them by? Isn’t it better to try?”

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“and then everything just disappears.”

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     Minako could understand that part well enough. The feeling of losing everything, including herself, was rough and all-encompassing, yet unearthly in its emptiness and vast darkness. Disappear is almost the wrong word for it. Everything is sent miles and miles away to a place she can never reach, but she can still feel it and see it with the senses she retained.

     Being sent away is a hell in and of itself.

     But she’d do it over and over again for as long as she needed to. If she couldn’t protect the lives that she loved, her very world would come to an end.

     But, ah, that wasn’t what this one was talking about, was it? Did anyone know her pain? Could anyone see the things that she had seen, or felt, or however it was best described?

     “It has a way of coming back to us,” was what she decided to say, feeling that perhaps if anything, they could relate to that very aspect of life.

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emitaka:

     “Oh! Hey, you!” Emiko called, lifting a hand as she attempted to flag down the other girl in the hall. With a smile on her face, she jogged up to the girl with the unfamiliar face, practically sparkling with excitement. Once she was close and had the girl’s attention, Emiko extended her hand out in greeting. This brunette had been the first girl she’d spotted since the new arrivals started popping up on the school grounds - so of course Emiko wanted to befriend her. 

( It looked like this girl lived on the fifth floor, meaning they weren’t roomies.             But it couldn’t hurt to reach out to the new people, could it? )

“My name’s Emiko. You’re… ‘new’ here, aren’t you?” She asked, attempting to pick her words carefully for once. Clearly, it wasn’t something she was good at. She was much better at running her mouth without a care towards how she worded things. Even though it wasn’t a normal school, the brunette was new there - right?! 

                                                  ( @rubicunde liked for a starter!! )

     The sound of another girl took Minako by surprise; she hadn’t met many people in general, let alone people nice enough to introduce themselves on the spot. There was no wrong time to start being more outgoing and make an effort to befriend others. In a place like this, an ally was valuable. Who knew what sort of dangers there could be?

     “New? Oh — ” Minako took the hand that was offered to her and nodded with a kind smile. Some may call her quiet, but in reality Minako had a sense of knowing the right time to speak.

     “It’s nice to meet you, Emiko,” she said politely, still trying to wrap her head around having a body and being there, in a physical place, rather than a disconnected consciousness. Ten years could do a lot to the mind, but she had the feeling that she pulled it off well enough. 

     “I’m Minako. I suppose I’m... new enough,” she said, a bit unsure of herself. Time passed strangely here, or maybe that was just within her own mind — another thing she told herself she’d have to get used to.

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     Thou art I, and I am in class.

Class one: Divining Class two: Healing Arts Class three: Control and Magical Ethics Class four: Defensive Studies Class five: Adv. Control and Magical Studies Class six: Magical Combat

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arcnyanist:

Kesoka was in a rather similar mindset. If a person was nice, then he saw them as nice until proven otherwise. After all, if he was put on this weird Academy for a reason–then surely others would have been to. Not everyone could have been bad. 

The way she looked at him was a bit concerning, it was like the Hyur (the human-like race from his world) has never seen a Miqo’te before! Then again, her clothes did look a lot different from any he’s seen in Limsa Lominsa. He doubted they were even from Eorzea as a whole.

“It’s the same for me! I only just arrived recently. A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Arisato.”  Taking a step back, he folded one arm across his back and gave a formal bow. It was best to be polite to these strangers, who knows what they were like.

“I come from Limsa Lominsa. For a Hyur…Your name is rather interesting.”

     She gave him a bow in return, as she was typically used to doing in her home, but then he said... well, quite a few words that were completely foreign to her. She thought she’d been in school long enough to have a basic grasp on geography and social studies, but there was always that chance that ten years away could have messed with her memory.

     But, then again, Kesoka didn’t look entirely human. And if they weren’t on Earth to begin with...

     They’d been taken to a strange, strange place indeed.

     “Limsa Lominsa...” it was almost difficult for her to say, if she were being honest with herself. “I’ve never heard of a place like that, I don’t think. Or heard of a Hyur —” the second sentence was more of a mutter as she wondered to herself if she had just become uncultured in her time away. 

     A nervous laugh led her into her next sentence, “I haven’t been outside of Japan before, I’m sorry.”

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mochizushi:

Minako was always much more composed than he was. Almost perfectly so, no, she was perfect. For somebody who bore the weight of the world on her shoulders, all the while walking from the fool, to the hanged man, and even until death.  Yet here she was smiling as if none of that beared and weight of her. 

He became overcome with admiration. Ryoji could barely help himself. No, he had not lived long enough, to learn self control, patience, common sense, in some ways he was very much like a child. The way he strongly held her hand though, and drew her closer to him, it was much more man like. He leaned forward and planted a single kiss on that ring around her finger. It tasted cold and metallic he thought, then he saw so happy to be able to feel that sensation. 

Ryoji then looked up again after such a passionate display with a sort of innocence in his eyes as if none of that had occurred. He tilted his head slightly, and cracked another smile. “You’re calling me a genius? How nice of you. Now I know for sure I can’t let you down.”

Ryoji did not know how long this would last, but he wanted to keep smiling the whole time. Even if it meant playing oblivious for a little while. “Alive together? Hmm, well it’s not quite Romeo and Juliet but I’ll take it.” He pulled her foreward up the stairs. With each step he was extra careful to steady her. He was always watching her, always thinking about her, so he could notice her weakness right away. Suddenly though, he looked up as they reached the second floor hallway. 

“I just heard something? Was that a bell? Is this really a school.”

     For two beings that had spent the majority of their lives together, they were very much like lovebirds that had only just begun to take flight. Yes, as they were (seemingly) able to break past their star-crossed cages, they could experience life together like they never could before. But still, Minako felt her face warm up at Ryoji’s gesture. Even when he looked so innocent, he could still fluster her. Was that just a coincidence? Or did he just know her that well after so long?

     She shook off the blush in light of their continuing tour, wondering if they really were alone in a place as big as this one. It seemed that way, but they could never be too sure. Someone had to have summoned them there.

     “Hm, it’s something like that,” she answered his question, pulling a letter out of her jacket pocket with the hand that wasn’t currently holding onto Ryoji. It described how they had been chosen to attend and could hone the powers they had; at least, that’s what she figured it meant. She held it out so that he could see, if he wanted to.

     It was subtle, but she appreciated how careful he was with her, as if he wasn’t an inhuman incarnation of Death itself that could bring the end to the world if he so wished. For now, he was simply Ryoji, though she believed she’d be able to say that she had loved him in any form he chose to take.

     Another heavy thing that would go unsaid in light of the thought that she’d need to stay lighthearted.

     “Where’s your dorm? I’m in 506.”

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revolutionaried:

“ –Ah. ” Immediately a dust of pink highlights his cheeks, smile faltering into a poor, curious sort of thing, all twisted up and embarrassed. “ Right. Names. Introductions. I got all caught up in talking, I completely forgot! ” He talks naturally with his hands, gesturing and fiddling with his fingers as he continues, tone deflating as he talks.

“ What kind of person just comes up to someone and asks ‘mind if I tag along’ without so much as offering their name? Besides me, apparently. What am I? An idiot? Thoughtless? Or just inconsiderate? ” The words drip with a flat sarcasm aimed at himself, spoken in succession in such an exhausted tone that hints this isn’t the first time he’s gone off on himself. One small rant later, he releases an exasperated sigh on his own behalf. 

Chalan rolls his shoulders before readjusting his smile. “ Chalan. I’m glad to meet you, too! In the middle of scary-magic-school or not! And, um. Sorry about that! ” He takes her hand naturally, completing the handshake with a natural amiability. “ The signs are a little unnerving though, huh? ” Letting his arm drop to his side, he shifts his gaze around them both, immediately transitioning into the next object on his mind.

“ Who ever heard of a school that was intentionally dangerous? That, um… Sounds like a flaw in the design to me… Do you think they’re keeping something dangerous out? Or us in? ”

     His mannerisms make her laugh, softly and quietly. He seemed to be quite the character, she figured; in the very least, he wasn’t scared to speak up, and that was always something that could keep her calm about another person. She herself wasn’t afraid to talk, but in her experience, it was almost always her company initiating a conversation; on her own she was considerably quiet.

     She put her hand to her chin thoughtfully, thinking of what he said. It wasn’t likely for a place like this have a flaw in its design, but its creation overall was indeed a mystery. Would they find out more about its origins the longer they stayed there? Was there any way to find information sooner? Only time and exploration would tell...

     ...But, nearby, something was rumbling and shifting. “What was that?” she asked out loud, knowing her only answer would come with a personal view. So, she looked over at Chalan, motioning for him to follow her. “Come on.”

     She was almost at a jogging pace as she headed for the source of the noise, but another loud rumbling sounded behind her; she turned just in time to see the way they came from being blocked off by an entire moving wall — also likely to be the source of the other rumbling.

     “I think...” she began to answer his question. “...this is going to be a lot to get used to. Have you been down this way? Do you know where we are?”