It soon came to Iveth's notice that squads were to be made seeing that the other members had gotten into their trios. Her eyes scanned over the swarm if students landing every so often on a few individuals that may be capable of working with. The last thing she wanted was a power driven maniac om her squad.
It then occured that if she wanted to find anyone she'd have to make a great impression.
It then occured that if she wanted to find anyone she'd have to make a great impression.
Kenn was sitting in a chair across the room alone, he didn't think much of squads so he didn't try to join one although if someone were to approach him he would have to go through with it and make up his mind. He started sorting through his bag making sure all his belongings were there and nothing was gone.
Iveth oversaw the area again, provoking herself to approach someone. It was never hard to stir up a conversation, but when it came to speaking with other fighters- killers maybe, though she couldn't be called any different- made it difficult. What was there to talk about besides having to be in a squad? She exhaled roughly as she fought against her will before choosing someone at random to fess up to. (Kenn)
He sat quite a distance from the others, not looking to be one to generally speak to. Quite ones had much to hide and even more to reveal. That could be good. That could be bad. If not now she'd pick it up later.
Iveth strode up to him, stopping a few feet away in case he happened to not like the closeness of another. To confirm her presence she cleared her throat, examining him all the while for any clue on how he fought.
He sat quite a distance from the others, not looking to be one to generally speak to. Quite ones had much to hide and even more to reveal. That could be good. That could be bad. If not now she'd pick it up later.
Iveth strode up to him, stopping a few feet away in case he happened to not like the closeness of another. To confirm her presence she cleared her throat, examining him all the while for any clue on how he fought.
Kenn heard the roughness of the person's throat, he slowly looked up and to no surprise to him, someone had approached him. He closed his bag quickly and switched the lock on it then he stood up from his seat standing at a mere 6'3 "Yes?" was the only thing he could generally say without sounding his usual rude self but the tone was still there sort of. He thought to himself 'if it weren't for the possible usefulness of a squad I wouldn't even be here right now but obviously it will come in handy later' He let his though drag on whilst he waited for the person's reply
Her head lifted, too much for her liking, to find his face, and her arms crossed loosely over her chest. His faint tone wasn't missed by her ears, but she chose to dismiss it for the time being. Instead she passed him a hard, challenging gaze as she began, "I'm sure you already know we have to be in squads for this, so.. I'm asking."
There was more she could've added, rather rude things, but she held her tongue. What good would it be to ask then ruin her chances by spewing out her thoughts.
There was more she could've added, rather rude things, but she held her tongue. What good would it be to ask then ruin her chances by spewing out her thoughts.
Kenn didn't reply for a moment as he thought it over, this person could slow him down or they could be an addition to his weaknesses. His last thought to himself was 'what could be the worst thing to happen' then he replied "Very well" he encouraged himself to stay where he was and sit back down "anything I may need to know?" he began looking back in his bag to sort his stuff he found a little journal and began writing in it.
She hadn't known how stiff she had been till her muscles grew lax, and shoulders hung a bit after releasing the tension. Her eyes met the marble floors as she thought over until she deciphered his question. Anything he needed to know?
Iveth almost snickered, however she kept from doing so, "This is supposed to be a trio, not a duo. We need someone else." If he was looking for anything that passed the boundaries of personal, he wouldn't find anything. Only that her trust for him, if any, was at a minimum. Parallel to her trust with Ulysses.
Iveth almost snickered, however she kept from doing so, "This is supposed to be a trio, not a duo. We need someone else." If he was looking for anything that passed the boundaries of personal, he wouldn't find anything. Only that her trust for him, if any, was at a minimum. Parallel to her trust with Ulysses.
Kenn put down the journal after he finished his entry "at least we're on a similar page here" he said getting up and swinging his bag over and sticking it on the hilt of his sword so he wouldn't have to waste arm space "So what are you, a magic user? I don't see much in weaponry with you unless you hide it very well" he had an intention for curiosity but he acted more of a brute rather then intellectual being.
Iveth felt a tinge of accomplishment and tugged at the sleeves of her sweater, pushing them back to her elbows. "No, I'm more on the Nether side," though still she was unsure, but if she hadn't acquired magic by then, why should she at all? "What about you?" She lifted a brow, giving him a quick glance before scanning over any possible acquaintances.
Kenn laughed a little under his breath "I'm a sword and shield person, ranged and magic combat is not my style" he began to mess with his shield and took it off of his back then he brought it in front of him, it had a symbol on the front the middle looking like a large bulls skull and on the side were two horn looking marks pointing downwards. He padded the shield with his hand balled up, it made a bit of a ringing sound but stopped after a short moment. "You may call me a tank in a fight but otherwise I try to expand upon my skills as a warrior through books and then practicing in the field."
"Yeah, and you can call me the terminator," she restored jokingly with a chuckle. "I trust my hands more than anything else." Taking a scrunchie from her wrist, she brought her hands up and brought her unruly hair into a bun. Her hands looked to be large, callous due to prior events she dare not name. She examined the shield, but only briefly, "It'd be smart for this next member to be a magic user. That gives variety."
Kenn scuffed "normally I would argue in the favor of strength but in this kind of area I assume variety is a good thing" he put his shield around on his back again and began scanning the room "it seems everyone is in groups of three already I don't see a spare person anywhere."he continued to look around in case he missed anything. "you know, i've never been to fond of magic users, they tend to get on my nerves" he said giving out a huff
Iveth slipped her hands deep into the pockets of her sweater, searching here and there for anyone who looked to be a magic user. "Your nerves aren't quite the number one priority," she muttered frankly. She hadn't meant to be rude, but if they wanted to get anywhere he'd have to get past what he felt towards magic users.
Kenn grunted then started following Iveth then blurted out "I'd watch out for anyone who has like a medallion or something like that, it's usually a sign of them being a magic user" he kept following Iveth because he knew he had nothing better to do in any sort of fashion. Thoughts ran through his head all at once but he did his best ti ignore them.
(I sent out a message to some magic members, so the first to post on this topic will be our magic user)
"Gotcha," she breathed, finding it difficult to pick out anyone since almost everyone else had been taken. "God, how hard is it to find one damn magic user?" in frustration she yanked the hair tie from her curls and ruffled it roughly as they pooled down onto her shoulders.
"Gotcha," she breathed, finding it difficult to pick out anyone since almost everyone else had been taken. "God, how hard is it to find one damn magic user?" in frustration she yanked the hair tie from her curls and ruffled it roughly as they pooled down onto her shoulders.
Kenn lifted his shoulders for a moment "I don't know, if anything they usually like boasting about their talents to others" he knew from experience, and maybe having chopped down a few for doing so. He kept walking turning his head to any direction still looking.
Soon enough Iveth gave up trying and plopped down onto a seat, huffing, "I give up.. Well for now. We still have time." She pinched the bridge of her nose, resting her elbows on her thighs. Teamwork. Already proving to be frustrating.
Kenn didn't sit down instead he kept scanning around "well, if that's the case then maybe it's time to hit the training area, if there is one I haven't seen it yet" he stood there waiting for a response.
A man in a dark Coat walks down the hall from the library, a small book with a dark red cover under his left arm and a Brown leather messenger bag over his left shoulder, resting at his right Hip. he Strides in slow, yet long, steps. his Black leather shoes are wingtips with a metal bar over the tops of the openings. the insignia of a six pointed star and a metal helmet branded into the bar. his coat is a double breasted, military looking coat with a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck. his smile is ever so wide, despite the vertical scar over his left eye that gives a daunting look on his pale face. The scar starts at his forehead and ends at the his upper lip on the left side of his slightly rounded face. His jaw is mostly covered with facial hair, along with his shoulders and the rest of his head in a dark red-brown mix. he walks down the hall and hums softly, looking at people and waving happily. His thin legs strut slower, the black cloth of his pants swaying around his leg as he walks. He sees the two standing by the bench and walks over, waving his right hand to show his hand has slight heat waves around it.
Kenn noticed the man and nudges Iveth with his arm "I think I just found our magic guy" he said point over to the cloaked man. He began walking over with caution and held the hilt of his sword carefully with his corespondent arm.
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