[h2]Yukimura Yuri[/h2]

Chie wasn't alone at her spot, watching, for long before her partner made her way out of the crowd. It took the older girl a bit longer to actually get there, though, possibly because of attracting undue attention from the new students. It might've been down to not being in proper uniform despite the gravity of an opening ceremony, but it was more likely down to her arms. Metallic, gleaming white, and with golden protrusions, they looked like something straight out of the realms of science fiction.

They were also, most likely, the first direct encounter they'd had with what their abilities could lead to (though hopefully not in the same way, one partnership like hers was more than enough).

"Miki was late again."

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[h2]Oshiro Momo[/h2]

Momo had fidgeted for most of the ceremony, wondering why the Principal was giving the exact same speech. Was there a limit to the number of speeches that you could write in your life? Was that why political leaders had speech writers, because they'd hit their limit? If that was a case, then speeches would have to run off of some limited ability to draw and use Aether... which meant that she could be a great speechwriter!

The awkward pause whilst the researcher gave the short girl the opportunity she'd been looking for since the speech had started: slip in amongst the younger students and follow them to their pairings. The Receiver was certain that she'd be able to identify at least one person who shared her talent simply by looking, but it wouldn't work if they weren't a stranger and already knew. 

If anyone actually cared to check she was going the right place, it would be rather awkward: almost all of the students in the year below were taller than she was. The easiest way to find her would be to look for the hair.