"Oh I shall." Schwarz said, holstering the weapon again, "If anything, it's easy to maintain and reliable without any complex mechanisms." She has tried making various adjustments to her swordwand over the years, but always found her way back to the basic design, the modifications making it too heavy, unbalanced or other faults. And when it came to dust, she preferred the raw destruction of the red crystals could inflict, rather than the more refined elements or fancy combinations.

Then another guy approached them, commenting on her weapon's name. "The name holds a sentimental value for me." she said, briefly closing her eyes to focus and rising her aura, causing it to appear. Around her, swan feathers started randomly materializing and slowly gliding towards the ground. It was of course only half the reason, but random strangers didn't need to know. "And indeed, we are." she answered the other part of the question just as they reached the map. Knowing from before where they stood in relation to the map, she found the way for them quickly enough.

The cafeteria was an oversized - in her opinion - hall with rows of tables and benches. It sickeningly reminded her of home. It was too pompous, and she wondered whether the schoolwas built that way or if it was just using buildings that were built before. But there was something else that caught her eye. On the far corner of the hall, there were a few vending machines, standing out of view as if they were trying to hide in shame. She gasped. Now her rebellion was complete. she never really ate any junk food - one simply eats what they give you in an orphanage, and she wasn't allowed anywhere near it in her adoptive family. "Forget the kitchen, I need to try this!" she thought out loud, hey eyes flying over the variety of canned drinks and plastic packed prefabricated food.