[h2]Maki Rika[/h2]

It wasn't long until they arrived at their dorm, Rika in quite the huff the entire time as she went. Seriously, mistaking her for a little girl like that...! The dorm, upon their arrival, was at least rather nice. Two beds, two bathrooms, an assortment of furniture, even a small kitchen and a fridge... these were far better than Rika had been expecting. She strutted towards the beds, inspecting them closely as she did, before glancing back at her partner.

"It doesn't matter what bed you take, they're the same," she said, simply. Of course, the implication was that if there was a different, Rika would take the better bed. Didn't that make sense, after all? She would be the one fighting. Naturally, this meant she'd need the more restful, comfortable bed if there was any difference.

Along with the built-in fixtures, both girl's luggage had also arrived. Rika's was separated into multiple, multi-colored suitcases. Among them was a long, wooden box, which was the one that Rika was first to open.

"Hmph, they better not have done anything stupid," she said to herself, drawing what was unmistakably a sheathed katana from the box. It slide smoothly out, the blade gleaming. "... Good. I'll need somewhere to put this."