[center]Raltahvar Marchosias[/center]
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Ralthavar kept close notes on the teacher's lecture, even if he understood the basics well enough. He also knew that no one would ever work in groups large enough for this information to matter; even he knew that he wouldn't always get the chance to lead the Harmonious First into battle, and at most they would serve in small strike forces of perhaps two or three pairs of partners. Though perhaps once they rise into the ranks, they'd see that their battles aren't just between a small handful of enemies, but a veritable army of foes. And when it came to that time, Ralthavar was confident that he could lead them to victory.

The classes afterwards were taxing to Ralthavar's body and mind. Granted, this wasn't his first time dealing with an educational system, but the academy was much more rigorous mentally than it was physically. To not only have to preform certain actions, but to do so while under fire, or under extreme circumstances? Exhilarating, but also very tiring. Lunch was a welcome reprieved once it came around, though he was a bit confused at how it was suppose to be served. He understood that the Earthlings would provide food, but interface which to do so was... Alien. He immediately thought it to be magic, but he knew that the Earthlings call it "Technology". But with no hesitation, Ralthavar skimmed through the menus to find something that looked appealing. He was rather hungry, so he felt that a [i]turducken[/i] would be an appropriate meal, with frothy mugs of water.

The food came much faster than he thought as a comely elvish lass went up to him and gave him his meal with a smile. Ralthavar returned the smile and took out his short blade. His meal even came with a side order of rice, much to his pleasure. The first thing he began to do than was to carve the [i]turducken[/i] into serviceable portions. As he did so, he looked around the class and wondered whom he should attempt to talk to over lunch. There were many colorful characters, but whom would be interested in speaking to the likes of him?

[center]Mariam Machina[/center]
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Mariam had a hard time keeping up with the teacher's lecture, though her drones did a good job recording it. She honestly spent most of his class watching videos through her glasses, an improved design over the [i]Google Glasses[/i]. After class were more classes and lessons all in the same room, more or less, which Mariam followed to the best of her ability. With the drones she kept good notes and made sure to get everything the teacher said, but when it came to more hand-on-work if it didn't involve or allow her to use her robots, she was mediocre at best. Rather embarrassing seeing that everyone else was much more capable than her, btu she was determined to find a way around her weakness one day.

Once lunch came around Mary eagerly waited for Biggy next to the entrance he made. Sure enough he stomped on over to the hole with something in her hands; [url=http://i.imgur.com/a2EW42B.png]her lunch[/url]. Taking the lunch carefully into her hand Mary walked onto Biggy's hand and looked for a new place to eat her food. The classroom was nice, but she wanted her own "Protagonist and Friends only" hang out spot. The roof was one of the more stereotypical place, but she wanted somewhere where Biggy could be around.