[b]Chie[/b]

Chie quietly undressed(faintly blushing), after giving every other girl in the locker room a rather stern look and a huff of derision. There was really no reason to be worried here, that was for sure. Today's exercise would go fine for her. And awesomely, of course. She felt certain it was to be something that involved more active interaction with the other pilots. The young girl opened her locker, placing all her articles of clothing neatly folded within, and grasped her pilot suit with both hands. It was a custom-made model, as girls of her age did not usually pilot Mechanical Frames. Powder blue, it possessed a light grey collar, which connected to the sheath that covered the zipper down the front of the pilot suit. Directly beneath the chest, there were two black portions, surrounded by octagonal sections of darker blue. And, of course, there were the lights. Chie knew very well how pilot suits worked. They required full-body contact because of the diagnostic systems that were carried inside. The most obvious of these were the lights, elongated pentagons mounted on the shoulders, all the way down the spine to just above the wearer's backside, and on the outer thigh. These lights made for a quick condition assessment. As long as they were glowing, things would be fine. If they went out, something was terribly wrong with the pilot's body. But there was more to it then that. Systems in the pilot suits allowed a pilot's heartrate to be monitored, to identify internal injuries, or even to identify a pilot's emotional state judging by physical cues.

To put it simply, the pilot suit was critical. The latest models, including Chie's, even featured a remote CPR device stored in the chest. If a pilot's heart has stopped, it could be remotely jump-started, allowing pilots to survive when no medics are able to reach them. Of course, that wouldn't be important at the Academy. Unzipping the front of her suit, Chie paused when she heard one of the other girls kick their locker. The small girl raised an eyebrow.

"I hope you don't pilot so badly," she said, simply.

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[b]Ichigo[/b]

Ichigo began to swiftly, eagerly, pull on her pilot suit. It was a standard model, with the same features as the adorable little girls! Ichigo knew she was a prodigy or something and she was cute and said things all sarcastically. The suit half-way on her, the pink-haired girl paused when she heard one of the other girls kick the locker and swear. Immediately she turned, spotted who it was, and sprinted over to her, the suit not even fulling on her body. This was far, far more important, that was for certain! Upon arriving at the other pilot, she immediately leaned closer, as close as she possibly could to the other girl. Perhaps too close, but Ichigo didn't exactly know this.

"Hey! Are you okay?! It sounded like you hit that really hard I hope you're okay!" she said, looking the girl up and own rapidly.

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Sumiko frowned, slightly.

"Minamoto-san, you know you should call me sensei," she began. To be fair, Sumiko didn't mind as much as some others may have about the nickname. But she should at least be 'Sumi-chan sensei'! The sensei part was important! She was one of the founders of the academy, even! That, perhaps, made 'sensei' even more important. But regardless, there were other matters at hand.

"It's time to go," she started, turning to head back out of the MF bay, "Everyone else is getting changed."