[center][h2][color=a187be]Liisi Avedarci[/color] - [color=662d91][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpNaWnFQVEs]Chimu no Jiriki[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

Retracting her hand slowly, Liisi half-forced her smile wider at the greeting she got from the darker-skinned girl. "[color=a187be]I apologise, it was rude of me to expect a western greeting.[/color]" Somewhere along the way, the majority of students had gathered around and introduced themselves. The others... well, poor them. 

One of the first to join in was a name she had merely heard in hushed voices in passing. Maybe it was because of his ethnicity, or perhaps he just wasn't too renowned. Regardless, it was nice to finally put a face to the name. The ultimate surgeon. While his appearance may have been lacking, and his manner of speech could be percieved as awkward, the girl came to the conclusion that her first assumption was correct, and that he would be a useful ally to have. He was followed by a pretty young lady who Liisi instantly identified as the ultimate actress, Rose Everfield. Whilst the european generally didn't watch many movies, she had seen articles and reports about the 'natural beauty'. Unfortunately, being an actress in this situation seemed useless, and the girl quickly moved on to assessing the rest of the group.

One was a very angry, loud-mouthed brunette. It took all of Liisi's efforts to not roll her eyes and click her tongue in frustration at their lack of mannerisms and perception. Clearly, at first glance, anyone could tell that there was something [i]off[/i] about the situation. Another person not worth her time. Then came a fresh face she hadn't seen or heard of before. [i]'An ultimate gardener? When was that a thing?'[/i] While the girl dubbed as Cynthia seemed rather docile and friendly, the chef doubted her skills could be of any real use. 

Some time after a few more introductions, an assassin and an artist, a loud screech resounded throughout the gym. Liisi didn't even need to look for the source, as it was kind of hard to miss the sight of someone sprinting full-speed-ahead out of the gym. [i]'What's his problem? Ah, well, guess I would've done the same if I was an idiot.'[/i] Unfortunately, the screaming interrupted another persons introduction, but said person didn't seem too bothered and was instead worried about the idiot, reaching out as if to try and grab him as he ran. The girl sighed inwardly, what was the point of worrying about the weak? All they'll do is drag you down. The male that spoke was probably the one who said the most thus far, and she made a mental note to try and get along with him. Anyone who can say more than one sentence was instantly good in her book.

Next came a face she recognised. Rio Andersen, the ultimate fashion designer. Oh how much Liisi loved her fashion lines! The intricate, complicated designs that basically radiated confidence, maturity and wealth. Along with the simple designs that lined her wardrobe, giving everything a bit of cute flair. Although the chef wasn't much for shopping, she couldn't deny that she loved a good spree every now and then. This would [i]definitely[/i] be a good person in her little gang of misfits. 

Liisi didn't pay much attention to the rest of the greetings, there was the cranky un-hygenic guy, a devout, and a very egotistical illusionist. Realising that the intimidating-looking fellow had skedaddled, she paused to think for a moment. [i]'Perhaps... it was rude of me to not talk to him first? Ah, oh well! He was an idiot anyway, if I apologise later it'll all be fine.'[/i] Their circle of students had gotten quite big, the only ones missing were the three that ran out, and one other. 

Turning her attention away from Maya, she did a small curtsey to the group, mimicking picking up her skirts as she was simply in jeans. "[color=a187be]It's nice to meet you all, I hope we get along well and we don't meet our untimely demise[/color]."

[center][h2][color=7bcdc8]Xavier De La Fontaine[/color] - [color=00a99d][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytHqYVbuLt4]11pm[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

Xavier remained rooted on the floor of the gym, his behind starting to go numb and his feet falling asleep. All of the students had made their introductions, aside from one or two that he saw leaving. One was... hard to miss. He'd listened in to the chattering, astounded at how so many of them seemed calm and composed in the situation. Once the ultimate devout introduced herself, the male let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps he wasn't the most useless there after all. They all seemed rather friendly, save for the critic and the assassin, and the way the fashion designer carried around a pincoushin bag unnerved him slightly...

Standing up, he made his way over slowly, grimacing when his sneakers squeaked against the hardwood floor. Stopping near the edge of the group of people, he spoke up. "[color=7bcdc8]U-Um[/color]..." He started, before coughing to clear his throat. "[color=7bcdc8]I'm Xavier, and I... C-Collect things[/color]." He stammered, pulling the hood on his hoodie up to shadow his face, hoping nobody would see how flushed he was from that simple sentence.