“She said that I didn’t need to apologize and then agreed that we were fine and now she’s…She just ran off…I’m so…”
“Then, it’s alright. Give me a call on your ARCUS if you need me.” Elise bows and leaves, walking towards the Gymnasium.
“Oh dear, it’s such a shame though!”
The noble smiles.
“But you’re free to come by the garden anytime!”
“Thank you.”
Hunter walked back up to floor 2, went into the wind orchestra room, took a seat and basically collapsed on it.
“…This…Is just day 1…It’s been a day…WIth almost no fighting training…Yet I’m so tired.”
You realise a tall guy by the window, tuning his guitar. He wears a blue jacket.
There is a noble boy talking to him. with his lute and a violin. They seem to be talking about music.
And a blue-jacketed girl on the piano.
“Hmm? Hi! You’re a first year right?” The girl shouted, bring the attention of the two. They all seemed pretty friendly.
Just then, another person came in…
A pink haired girl. Long hair…
Vivi Farsch
Commoner - Year 1 Class III - Terrion
“This is the Wind Orchestra, ain’t it? This looks fun!”
“Hey, you know how to play an instrument?”
The girl plops down onto the seat next to Hunter.
Sara walks towards Magnus and taps his shoulder.
“Oh, Magnus. There ain’t no security around these parts. You all are the security after all.”
Sara announces to you.
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“Valestein, I’m inclined to beat you down just by saying that. Are you trying to guide your students astray?” A gruff and serious voice echoed through the room, and the officer stood up.
“Ehehe…”
“Now, the security of the campus is left to the instructors. In the case of any mishaps, we will be the ones handling it. You will focus on your studies instead.”
“Yeah. And if you really wanna find something to do, you could drop by the student council room and ask for a few jobs. They always have an overwhelming amount of requests, so it’ll be good if you can ease their burden a little.”
“For once, Valestein. You speak common sense.”
“Hey! Don’t tell me, Mr All Seriously Serious. Anyway, any more questions?”
The Student Council Room
The room is filled with books, and tons of paperwork pile up on the large wooden table, and there is a glass table with couches for visitors, with a teapot and cups, on the right side of the room. A newspaper stand lay besides trophies of the academy. Cupboards litter the walls of the room… probably stacked with more paperwork.
Lifea, the student council president, is sitting at the table, seemingly pretty busy.
“Oh, you’re Faustus, weren’t you? Here to give the club application form?”
She starts sweeping through one stack of papers, filing them in record-breaking time.
“Both are correct.” Faustus pulls out his application form and hands it to the student council president. “If you don’t mind me asking, What’s your name?”