It was wholly unnecessary for someone like him to seek shelter from the elements, but after seeing Mariam off and wandering late into the night, Ier-Briar was told by one of the nighttime teachers that yes, despite him not having a heartbeat or a fingerprint, he DID have his own room, and that he should go there. So he did, and realized, to his disappointment, that those fleshbags did not provide him with a special room like they did with Biggy and Mariam. Instead, his own room was situated on the bottom floor of the dormitory, secured a card-swipe lock. It took a bit of fiddling before he could get inside, but after he did so, he was surprised to see that his school uniform was packaged up neatly within it as well, placed on a bed made of steel.

Good, they at least knew how to accommodate his weight.

Stretching out and removing his armor, he placed the pile of metal on top of the bed, before leaning his golden spear against the wall. Unlike those weak fleshbags, he had no particular need to stretch out sore limbs, and instead, he laid down on the stone ground. He was naked, of course, for Gemstones had no need for clothing, and that was totally alright. It’s not like he’d catch a cold, after all.

And, just like that, the six year old Gemstone passed time, his eyes never closing, his mind never sleeping.
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Eight hours later, he stood up, deciding that he really should find a better way to use his time, something that Ier-Briar really had too much of. Deciding to forgo his armor this time around, he instead put on the school uniform allocated to him. A blazer and a skirt. Odd, but he didn’t particularly care. After all, unlike those simple-minded fleshbags, he cared not for their opinions. Walking on and on until he reached the classroom, which was still primarily empty, the Gemstone sat down and waited.

He waited until class had started, until those filthy fleshbags had begun their introductions of their pointlessly inferior races and pitifully forgetful names, all the way until it was his own turn to speak. Standing up as the teacher motioned for his own introduction, he spoke in a steady tone, staring straight into the dot-sized eyes of the tentacle teacher, [b]“I am Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Shield, pupil of Ezar-Mantine Heart-of-Mountain, of the Gemstone race. Do not think of my body as something as frail as your own.[/b]

Maybe he should be a teensy-bit nicer.

[b]“So within the battlefield, care not about my safety, but your own, for my body shall not rot in the battlefield until the enemy has been smote. I shall break their line, so I expect the rest of you to destroy them when they’re scattered.”[/b]

He sat down.

[b]“That is all.”[/b]