Ingenium Academy: Capitulo Uno

[TheBlindMime]

Piotr had been idly chewing on some bacon as Johann spoke, his desire to preserve his peoples way of life was quite a task. As well as a task to be admired he had begun to wish that his goal was as admirable. That was when Zane's posture and tone changed.

"And just how old do you think I am?"

Piotr decided not to chime in again, if he did it might cause Zane to focus upon him. Piotr lazily swayed his eyes over to Johann, whatever happened next would be entertaining at the least.

[Elminster_Amaur]

Tai grabbed a large assortment of foods, since these wetlander foods weren't as bad as he'd been told when he left, and he wanted to find out exactly what his favorites were. With his plate and a half of food and glass of milk he headed over to the table Steve was sitting at with some others he had not yet met. He sat down and started with his sampling.

[neyo the king]

Wow, what a chatter box...

Steve watched the guy a little longer, when a slender woman in a blue blouse and brown skirt sat at the table with her plate.

Originally Posted by Emma Fletcher

"Hullo. Is this seat taken? Sorry if I'm intruding, but I don't know anyone here yet and I recognized you two from the sign ups. I was just behind you in line. That means you're first-years too, yes? My name's Emma. Emma Fletcher."

She then held out her hand in an offered handshake.

Steve grabbed her hand and shook it, and stated "You not intruding at all, Emma Fletcher (Must... not... make... pun...). My name is Steve Godrun, and I do say that it is a pleasure to actually meet anyone in this mess." He flurished his hand to the mass of people.

"So, Emma Fletcher (Must... resist...), what brings you to Ingenium Academy, if you don't mind the intrusion in your privacy. If you'd rather not say, that's fine, too, but I myself love to talk, and talk I shall, if you don't."

He sat and waited for Emma to answer, eating his breakfast, and seeming to forget all about the apathetic man, and only slightly noticing Tai sitting at the table, giving him a frindly wave and a smile, and then turning his attention back to Emma.

[mauve]

"It's no intrusion at all," Emma replied. Steve was trying very hard not to smile at something, she noticed. Either he was mocking her politeness or he had made some kind of pun out of her name. He seemed friendly enough thusfar, though, so she did not comment.

The table had suddenly become much busier. The boy who dressed like a desert-dweller had joined them, as had another boy who had taken the seat beside her. The nobleman, however, still seemed completely oblivious to this.

"I'm afraid I don't have a particularly interesting reason for coming to the Academy," Emma said, starting to answer Steve's question. "My parents sent me here to learn some archery skills. It would have been my brother here instead of me, but he's too old now, and he's married and has a family of his own to take care of." She examined the food on her plate, slightly embarrased that the tale wasn't any more interesting.

"What about you?" she asked. "What brings you to the Academy?"

[Truce]

By the time that Curel had gotten his food, most of the seats in the cafeteria were already taken. It was quite a predicament too, since he knew quite well that cliques would start forming even today, and the last thing he wanted (or needed) was to end up alone or, even worse, be stuck with an unsavorable bunch.

It was then that he noticed Thomas. Though he didn't have the arrogance that most noblemen he had met did (nor any other particular traits, except for maybe aloofness), the man's clothes gave away his status. Thinking that, at the very least, the man would have some manners he took his seat beside him.

Opening his mouth to introduce himself, he stopped when Thomas looked up and gave him the same expression he had given Steve earlier, before returning to his meal. Suddenly shivering, and realizing that it would be too awkward to get up and change seats, Curel immediately focused on the food in front of him and began eating in silence.

Perhaps he should've tried socializing with the other people at the table. Unfortunately, that would mean having to look past Thomas, something that he didn't particularly feel like trying to do at the moment.

[Tarrin]

"And just how old do you think I am?"

The grinn that was on Johanns face dimmed, It appeared that he had upset Zane for some reason.
Johann had never seen anyone who was his age that was as small as Zane. Was it possible that Zane was older than his height belayed? Johanns head sunk and his hair fell over his face hiding his expression.

His dissapointment in himsef apparent to all around, Though most would mistake the main reason for his action.

[Mesden]

Being one of the first of the first to be done with her schedule, she was also one of the earlier students to get ti breakfast.

She didn't know anyone and no one knew her, so, she decided it best to eat her food by herself. Social interaction not being her strong point with strangers.

[Raiden]

Thomas ate his meal. Curel had sat next to him....and wasn't bothering him. For that, he got a response. Thomas spoke quietly, so that only those near him could hear, though he continued to stare at his meal.

"The food here...it's a bit dry."

[neyo the king]

Steve sat back in his chair, his meal done, and listened to Emma's tale.

After she was finished, she sat staring at her food. "What about you?" she asked. "What brings you to the Academy?" she asked him.

Steve sat forward in his chair, and answered, "Well, My parents are owners of a shop some was away from here, near the desert. And ever since I was born, I've been bombarded by everything a merchant needs to know to succeed. Facts, figures, stocks, what town trades what, everyday, for many hours. Now, my parents weren't mean, they're nice poeple, but they expected me to continue the family business. But, I was sick of all the lessons, so I left. Eventually, I found my way here, and here I am."

Steve said then, "Now, I really don't see why your so embarresed with your story. We can't all be wayward youths who only want fame and fortune. I mean, what are the chances o that happening. Your story is as good as anyone elses."

[Truce]

Even the way Thomas talked was scary. It couldn't be called cold or even emotionless, it was just...plain. "It is," he said softly, without turning his head to the other man.

However, though he had just relaxed a little, he wasn't about to initiate a conversation yet. Finishing his meal, he stood up, said a quick goodbye, and then took his plates with him and placed them in the bin that was by the kitchen door.

~~~

When Curel returned to his room, he noticed that his set of uniforms had already been placed on his bed, folded in little rows. Deciding to try one on, he was rather unsurprised to find that they were a little bit too big for him-in the long run it would be better for him anyway, since he could grow into them.