----Michael----
Eden, Haiden and a short sighted redhed. Quite a collection of interesting opinions, well more like impulsive answers but at least they had responded. This Haiden person seemed a tad bit hostile, but he is right in a normal setting one does introduce yourself...But Michael wasn't trying to make friends merely look for an opinion on the situation and gather from a small group a reference for the overall feeling of this legend. 
Michael was wearing a smile, his hesitation was rather obvious as he lifted a brow and said his name. "I am Michael...A pleasure to interject into your conversation. I had thought this open for conversation as most of the auditorium is in a tizzy. If I sho-"
The words of the cryptic girl fill his thoughts. While a voice in your head can be alarming to some, Michael acclimates to the situation rather well. His willpower fights against his urge to allow his smile to grow wider. 

"Eden was it?" Michael lowered his head slightly as if about to bow. "I will gather that it is a senior student simply making us out as targets for a prank, do not let this rattle your cage." Michael looks over at Sal, noting her indifference, then back to her younger friend. "Haiden, I hope I can make up for this rough first impression. To you as well miss, I had no intent of being rude." 

The words echoed in Michael's head. Nayru smooth feminine voice washed over his thoughts, "Why do I feel like you are already enjoying this?" Internally Michael had smiled at her, and laughed "You make it all sound sinister, I simply enjoy having a purpose again. In addition its all so eventful and unpredictable." Nayru's tone matched Michael's intrigue "You are one to ride the currents, but only so you can go faster....So curious." 

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Sal (for once) stayed her tongue if only due to her desire to really gather info, perhaps some other will be more helpful than her anarchist drake. Rather she knew they would be. Haiden seemed a tad on edge, and seemed even more so when the strange girl came up talking trash! Well it wasn't really trash, but calling Sal a kid felt like a stab at her height. 

"I hate poetry...." Sal muttered before her brow betrays her growing irritation, nothing is more maddening than a pop quiz.

Sal looked up at the three, "Haiden shutup." She then glared at Eden "I like Christmas, stop hatin'. As for cryptic BS I ain' about to waste time thinking about some Shakespeare orphan says." She flipped her hair and tried to act like Michael wasn't there.