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Xenon stopped as she approached the building, and took her time to survey the scenery, making notes of specific pieces of information that she could ever possibly need, writing them to her hard drive. On her back was a backpack that appeared to contain very few items - it wasn't bulging at all, not even a little bit.

A long metal aerial was extended from the top of Xenon's right ear, transmitting music to her. She was walking in on her own, so she was listening to a selection of music and singing quietly to herself, so quietly that you would think that she was only mouthing words to herself unless you were directly next to her. At the moment, she was singing 'Still Alive' - the credits song to Portal. "...But there's no sense crying over every mistake; you just keep on trying 'til you run out of cake..." Although she could sing in tune, there was a noticeable lack of emotion in her voice; quite fitting when you consider that the character who originally sang the song was a computer herself.

Her uniform was totally immaculate, with the tie perfectly straight, but there was one thing about it. One her right arm was a grey plastic glove with black plastic on the top edge. A long cable draped from the glove and disappeared into her blazer pocket.

This was no ordinary glove - this was The Power Glove. The famously bad and unresponsive NES / Famicom Peripheral, and she was wearing it almost as if it was a fashion statement. She took a few more steps, staring ahead at the building, recording more data that she obviously thought she could use - even though most of it was pointless, such as the exact locations of the outside windows. She resumed her walking, continuing her singing. "...Go ahead and leave me. I think I'd prefer to stay inside... Maybe you'll find someone else to help you..."

A glimpse of a shadowy figure was seen leaping over the stream of students. The figure landed his feet directly ontop of the Main School building. He kept eyes straight ahead of him as if he was trying to observe something special in the distance. Then he switched to the flowing student rush. A slight smirk appeared on the figure's face.

"Let's just see what this place has to offer..." he said outloud, not expecting a reaction or response from anyone. He jumped down to the side of the building, no trying to get attention, and landed safely onto the school grounds. The school was just filled with excitement and chaos. The boy, in his young age and short height, sticked out like a sore thumb. The all total black clothes he wore added to the difference. Wearing his lucky cap the covered most of his hair, only revealing his straight pony-tail

After leaning against the building for a couple of minutes, he finally walked forward into the crowd, going the opposite way of the flow. Still looking straight ahead, avoiding students, he smirked again. "Anyone out there to face me? Kotaro Inugami, son of the Onmyou Gods!"

Toya's eyes opened wide when he saw the girl trip over the young boy. A riot looked like it was about to start right there, as other students gathered around to see what was happening. "A riot..." he muttered. "And I didn't start it!? I have to get in on this!".

Kiara sighed as she walked through the campus grounds, holding a book close to her chest. She brushed her blond hair away from her eyes, fixing them behind her ears as her sky blue eyes scanned her surroundings. So many students. Where would she start? Her shyness was already getting the best of her as she passed by a small group of students who seemed to know each other rather well. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked by, hearing a bit of chuckling as well. It just didn't get any easier as she grew older. Her shyness always caught up to her no matter what the situation was. Closing her eyes for a moment, she stopped walking, hoping no one would bump into her.

[OOC// Just a reminder to everyone, the enchanted ring around Sil's finger makes her look like a normal human.]

Sil's face flushed bright red as she realised only that the young male had seen her underpants, what was with the human world?! Was falling over ten year old boys and them seeing up girls skirts looking at their crimson red panties a normal occurrence?! If it was then that it was really, really ******** up. Tears gathered up in the teenage half-elf girls eyes as she pushed and shoved her way out of the small circle gathered...clearly crying and distraught by the incident, she could be seen running towards the school again but now rubbing the tears away with her purple blazer sleeve.

Xenon took a few more steps, but stopped as a girl who appeared to be crying overtook her. She paused, and turned around, to try to figure out what could be causing anyone to move so fast,but she couldn't find anything that particularly warranted such an explanation.

Admittedly there was a crowd of students, but due to the fact that none of them appeared to be violent or even wielding any weapons, she dismissed them as the cause, and resumed her walk, and her singing. "...Look at me still talking when there's science to do. When I look up there it makes me GLaD I'm not you..."

Ken glanced away--in the short ride to school he had seen just about every color a girl's panties could be. He wondered if these girls even realized how short their skirts were? Not that he was complaining, he loved school uniforms, especially the ones for girls....

As Ken rode his unicycle to homeroom, he nodded to a dark-skinned girl that paused to watch him ride past. She reminded him a lot of the miko he had seen at the Tatsumiya Shrine just the other day. The miko however did not have a tear or eyestripe, was actually much taller, and had long black hair. He sighed. He saw her almost everywhere now, except for the place he had first seen her.

Ken had been rather taken by her but had been hesitant to approach the miko without any of his magic props. His mother had insisted that he not bring any of it on their first visit to the shrine. Though a dutiful son, he wished just that once he had not listened to his mother. Even with a deck of cards or some coins, the miko’s taciturnity was quite daunting. Perhaps it was just as well; he might have embarrassed himself. He knew his mother was suspicious of his recent interest in religion since he now insisted on attending services with her on a regular basis, but she had not yet commented. He wondered briefly if the miko attended the academy….

He was jarred out of his thoughts by a pile up of students. Consulting his internal clock, he realized he had no time for rubber-necking and detoured around the gathering crowd of onlookers.