[b][u]Ryuu Yamauchi[/u][/b] Ryuu felt his eyes twitch. Now, beach vacations were generally not his thing. He would rather prefer sparring on top of volcanoes or something. It was something he was not weak to, however. The massive amount of plasma he contained kept him warm in cold water. And he was, in fact, a fairly good swimmer. His brute force was capable of charging through powerful tides, because that was just how he rolled. Ryuu was no weakling. He had just been unlucky for being smashed into a wall, getting wounded by a swordsman, and getting even more wounds from an archer that had the potential to scream in Alto. Beaches had lots of people. And when people were involved... The otaku had begun to leave the ship as well, though he was noticeably slower than usual. His leg injury would take just a little longer to completely heal. While there was nothing exactly wrong with it anymore, getting chucked into hospitality for more than several days did not complement well to his active lifestyle. Ryuu's eyes dangerously looked over to an angel, who had a particularly curvaceous body, gulping nervously. [i]Oh sh-t.[/i] Ryuu then looked at a green-haired girl, his neck beginning to sweat profusely. [i]Oh f-ck.[/i] Ryuu felt his eyes fly toward a woman with reddish-brown hair, his eyes widening behind his yellow sunglasses. [i][b]Oh sh-t.[/b][/i] Ryuu saw an Indian girl do an Indian dance. That was still kinda hot for some odd reason. [i][b]F-CKF-CKF-CKF-CKNAGGITSH-TWHOASH-T[/b][/i] There was a certain problem Ryuu had. And that was his near-to crazy inability with interacting with women in places that allowed swimming. Not only did he suck at having conversations with women casually, but he was even worse at talking with women who wore revealing clothing. He was a natural when it came to feeling embarrassed around women, but in a... weirder way. The otaku actually [i]appreciated[/i] the women wearing such clothes, because what kind of man would he be if he did not appreciate the bodies of females? The experience was intensified due to the fact that Ryuu watched a beach episode of an anime right before he came here. [i]This... is... Holy Savior of all things... This isn't a beach...[/i] There was one person, however, he had not yet seen, but looked forward in seeing. His eyes slowly turned to a certain white-haired girl. Something about her was different today. Why was that the case? There was nothing wrong with her, from what he could tell. She was just the usual girl she was- the timid girl who gave him CPR because it was a method of waking him up. Ryuu felt his mouth open at the sight of Anedine in a bikini. A turquoise bikini that matched her beautifully... the denim shorts that revealed her slim waist and legs... the sun hat that harmonized with her long hair, all with her beautiful face to wrap up the package. And she had [i]that[/i] kind of [i]package[/i] as well. The otaku suddenly felt blood shoot out of his nose, causing him to drop his luggage (which literally only had anime in it). Covering his blood-filled nose, Ryuu quickly began to dig through the backpack he brought with him, taking out some tissues for his own good. He had sort of shied away in order to wipe his nose without being noticed. [i]This place is a farm! A [b]farm! A [u]MELON[/u] FARM! PRAISE YE, OH MOTHER GRACE!!![/b][/i] Needless to say, he was a happy man. And his body was happy too. Ryuu wobbled as he left the ship, his luggage in his hands again, though he now had tissues covering his nose. The otaku barely left the ship without falling face-flat on the island. Now he wondered where he should go. --- Nikola stood inside a bar, behind the bartender's counter. He had not changed his appearance, though he was using his materials in a different way. The man had gotten to this island early on to prepare for the students' arrival. There was also the fact that teachers and faculty members of the academy could come up here. It was, after all, a snazzy bar. The atmosphere was peaceful and bubbly, much to his satisfaction. He always grew agitated whenever there were idiots ruining the bars with their drunken presences. Oh, how he regularly despised humans... But today, he was doing this job for Athalia Academy. In fact, it felt decent because no one loud was here. Nikola's shoulder-mounted, mechanical arm, E.A.R., extended and reached out for a wine glass behind him. It then brought him the glass, which let Nikola take it and pour some wine into it. The man gulped, wondering what would happen if he drank wine. Nikola waited... ... ... ... ...But alas, he felt nothing special happen. However, that was actually a good thing. This meant that he could drink way more alcohol than the human being could take. After all, he did have his own inventions, some of them being both useful and useless. After its successful job in bringing the wine glass to Nikola, the arm seemed to gently hug Nikola's neck, making a strange whirring noise as it did so. [b]"...No, you're not going to drink wine."[/b] The mechanical seemed to slump off of his neck, hanging down loosely in depression. It then, however, began to help Nikola clean some dishes and glasses up.