The Synchronization Project

((For those of you who missed the kick-off of the plot, don't worry! This is where you belong!))

"Welcome, Students. My name is John Wever, the Headmaster of Scholars here at the Academy. Please give a blood sample at the register, and then come to the dinner of the school you choose tonight. You'll learn of your abilities there, and we'll get you settled." His voice was slightly cold.

Elsa quietly stood up and went to the register. All this was very new to her, and she didn't know quite what to expect.

He held her arm out and quickly took her blood. "You might find Andrei in the cafeteria. He has another new student with him... she's a bit on the hyper side. But he's been alerted of your arrival, and awaits with his squad. You'll get your DNA results back tonight. Off you go. You can grab something to eat there."

((Elsa, head over to the 'Welcome, Novo' post. It's convenient for now))

Viola sprang forward to the register with a air of excitement. Sticking her arm out for blood to be taken, the words coming from her mouth as quick and excited as the rest of her "Viola Schneider! Great to meet you. You seem nice. How soon can I get my results? To be honest I'm Really happy to be here. I'm also really hungry."

Jared waited for his name to be called. Unlike his sister he was much calmer and much more relaxed. After a relatively exsited girl was called up, Jared heard his name. He held his arm out for his blood sample to be taken. "So what was my older sister, Jenny Willow, in?"Jared asked, not sure that John would know who he was talking about.

"I do not know of this girl you speak of, so she is not a Scholar. Check the Arts and the Combatants." John's reply was, taking his blood quickly and depositing it.

"Alright, so just go where ever I think she'd be?"Jared asked.

The Inkling had been around for an approximate two months. Two months of life and two months of relentless observation though she still had troubles getting insight on emotions and sarcasm, even trying to tell lies from the truth. However, after the first to weeks of her advent she became enlightened that being nude was looked down upon by most, and despite her discomfort in clothes she wore them anyway but very little. Things that wouldn't bother her skin all too much like shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top.

During her time she'd also learned to talk, but she was still in progress of learning everything. English was an ever-growing language that she'd never be able to speak efficiently. Ink did happen to be pretty efficient with manipulating the black solvent labeled ink which included her own body as well. She came picking up crumbs of information on this school. Eventually, after three days of searching on foot, she'd made it without a single possession with her after having been gullible and allowing every homeless person to convince her into giving what valuables and clothes had. Now she was.. robbed? Could it be when she had willingly handed over?

Ink's mind was away from this as she listened to the blond man speak. A blood sample? Well, how would she get in? She had no blood, only black stagnant lukewarm liquid.. Her dark ebony eyed followed those who were getting their blood taken and she stood back with the fear that she would be rejected this offer.

God, he really ****ing hated when they had things like this. Things like the creature he was staring at now was the result of more than two people combined their energy to make a child. This thing probably wasn't much older than a few months, but no Nurturer would want that thing. He sighed, and just took some ink from her, anyway. He could analyze it and see what came out of it.

Even though she was no human she was still a victim to pain. She yelped as the needle entered her skin, quickly jerking her arm back which didn't give him much but just enough. Her hand clasped over the miniscule leaking hole in her arm that wouldn't cease to leak until it clogged up. It worked something like white blood cells..

Merely seconds after the extraction the ink within the small vile on the needle would turn solid.

God damn it. He cursed under his breath. Not a big deal. He would heat it and it would become liquid again. "Off to the Arts you go, child."

A moment or tow had passed and the Inkling only stood in place, undecided on which direction she should go to the Arts. Eventually, she quickly strode of to what she assumed was the right way, having been too timid to ask John anything. He came off as annoyed, and she wouldn't pry with that.

Kyra slowly got up and went over to the register, she held out her arm for the man to take her blood sample. She smiled at the man and waited patiently.

Kyle waited his turn in line. He didn't know that he needed needles though, and wondered what all the other people were waiting for. Probably some sort of way to get the power of one person. He had missed the part about needles, and surely if he had heard about it, he wouldn't have even shown up. Kyle would rather be unknown and mysterious than have his power known to everyone by getting blood work done. But he waited in line, like everyone else did.

Isobel stood nervously in line for registration. She HATED needles and she just wanted to get this whole thing over with. She already knew which school she wanted to go into, but she was still nervous. A blind winged girl tended to bring a lot of attention and it might be that a few people here even knew about her past. She didn't want what had happened to cloud people's judgement of her.

Eri merely stood there, unsure of what to do. Sure, she wouldn't mind giving a blood sample, if she could. She actually had no clue whether she had blood or not, since she's not human, no matter how much she resembles one. 'Might as well get it over with...' she thought as she waited for her turn. She was actually also curious to know if she had blood or had something else.

Sitting in his seat and toying with his headphones, Ritsu wondered long of a wait was in store for him. Looking down at his arm, Ritsu traced along his arm and pondered just what sort of results awaited him. This test essentially was going to tell him what lay before his life. What he'd have to study and what skills he'd have to hone and what abilities lie in him. Although he was particularly interested in joining the School of Arts. Would it be as nice as he believed it to be? How well were the programs? Ritsu could already think of all the activities he could do and all the clubs-- or was he getting ahead of himself? Perhaps he just wait to get registered before thinking of joining anything.