[center][h3]Zephyr Quix[/h3] [b]Main Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTJziwsA2jA]Psycho Motion[/url][/b] [b]Current Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLqu8uAXO8s]After-School Stride[/url][/b] [hider=Sachi Quix][img]http://i.imgur.com/2zGiSqd.png?1[/img][/hider][/center] An idiosyncratic pair of crimson and golden irises flickered as they danced across the screen while reading, responding, and deleting formal messages at a rate that would put even the speed of light to shame. The petite figure donned in a suit and tie seemed out of place in the passenger bay of the helicopter. Or maybe it was her ability to coherently perform her duties as a white collar worker far beyond par with the incessant sound of air being beat into submission. [b]”We’ll be arriving at our destination in five minutes.”[/b] A voice crackled through the built-in speaker in her helmet. Seriously, visors and reading glasses do not mix. She usually had a homogeneous concoction of air between her eyes and her cellular device, but the ever so slight grime accumulated on the small cutout of glass was almost enough to disrupt her professional mojo. Almost. But it wasn’t that which had her peeved. It wasn’t the constant muffled whistling of the rotors, nor the horribly maintained helmet, not even the spontaneous pockets of air the helicopter had hit throughout the duration of the flight. No. It was the nonstop tapping of a foot against the metallic grated plating of the bay’s floor. The woman furrowed her brow as her gaze slowly shifted off the screen and towards the source of the noise pollution. Her eyes settled upon a shoe patting the metal in a rhythmic succession. The footwear looked fairly expensive, and appeared to have been recently shined, maybe even right before the flight. Sachi’s vision then gradually made its way up eloquently woven black attire, a product of not a machine but meticulously working fingers operating in perfect unison. It wasn’t soon until she reached the nape of a neck, surrounded on all sides by the white collar of an undershirt. And then, her vision met its destination; the haphazard face of a boy repeating the lyrics of yet another song he was hooked on. [color=#FF004F]”...like an idiot without realizing, I was roped in, three, two, one, and then it dawns on me, oh my, was I possibly tricked!?”[/color] The clump of white locks much like her own bounced around to the tune of whatever was blaring through the headphones. Sachi let out a thin line of air and placed a palm against her forehead, then moved her hand onto a button on the side of the helmet to activate her microphone. [color=gold]”Ara, Zeph. Would you tone it down a bit with the tapping? I got another twenty documents to review in the next three minutes.”[/color] The boy was caught off guard by the voice that suddenly played into his helmet, but soon regained his bearings and replied to his mother at a cursory pace, [color=#FF004F]”Sorry, mom, but I really got hooked onto this song series! I just love the way how Last Note utilizes GUMI so perfectly.”[/color] [color=gold]Zeph. Wait a seco-”[/color] [color=#FF004F]”And the series itself recently got an animation! I hope the internet at the academy has enough bandwidth to support it!”[/color] [color=gold]”Hold up. Slow down ther-”[/color] [color=#FF004F]I still have to work my way through the whole album! It includes all of the character’s individual songs along with collective settings!”[/color] [color=gold]”Kami-sama, take me now.”[/color] [color=#FF004F]”I just can’t wait until they come out with the rest of the music videos! Oh, maybe I should throw in other songs by Last Note to mix it up! Like Love Hero, and Flight Insti-”[/color] [color=gold]”ZEPHYR QUIX”[/color] The woman suddenly leaned forward towards the boy and tightly grasped both of his shoulders. This is how these kind of scenarios always panned out between Zephyr and Sachi, with the latter practically pleading for the former to derail his train of thought. The boy stared at the woman with a raised eyebrow, then tilted his head as if he was unsure of what the woman was trying to get across. The student then pointed a jutted finger at the button on his head. It was then did Sachi realize she had both of her hands firmly gripped onto her son, so there was no way he could have heard her over the ambience of the helicopter. The businesswoman sighed and retracted one and pressed it against her own, [color=gold]”What I was [i]going[/i] to say, is that we’re five, well, now three minutes out. Grab your bag, let’s quickly check your inventory before we arrive.”[/color] With every item she skimmed over on the list, she received a subsequent [color=#FF004F]”Check!”[/color] The woman exhaled deeply after finally making her way to the bottom of what her son considered to be necessities. At least nothing seemed to be nothing affiliated with his hobby. [color=gold]”Alright, lastly… A year’s supply of manga.”[/color] [color=#FF004F]”Check!”[/color] [color=gold]”Wait, what.”[/color] She quickly made a double-take and read over the bullet-point again. The item was scribbled in a notably worse handwriting than her own, and was proceeded by a “ :3 “. Sachi threw the notepad at her son’s face. It landed right on target and anti-climatically slid down his visor. [color=gold]”WHERE DID YOU GET A YEAR’S SUPPLY OF MANGA?”[/color] Zephyr silently held up a duffel bag twice the size of the other one containing the rest of his luggage. [color=gold]"WHEN DID THAT GET HERE- I’m not even going to try. You can already see the academy from here.”[/color] Sachi leaned against the window at an average pace, meanwhile Zephyr zoomed his way from one side of the heli to the other and smushed his face and palms into the glass, eyes filled with ebullience. How was this boy going to survive on his own? She couldn’t help but to show a little bit of motherly worry over the boy she’s been solely raising for the past fifteen years. He was a social anomaly, a bundle of energy greater than a power plant jampacked into such a skinny body. He didn’t have exactly many people he could call friends back in junior high, mostly because it was nearly impossible for people to resonate with his fast-paced personality. But, the answer was right in front of her, yet at the same time, it was not. He [i]would[/i] survive. Not because his determination was openly presented, but because of how uncannily evasive it was. At a glance, one would conclude that Zephyr aimlessly rushed through life haphazardly. But on the contrary, he had a driving force that had propelled him through these past years. It was what brought him to this academy. The boy wanted to- Sachi’s train of thought came to a halt as she suddenly felt arms wrap around her. Her initial instinct was to elbow whoever the perpetrator was, yet a few brief moments of pause led her to realize that her son was the individual in question. She stopped the urge to sink her elbow into his head halfway through the motion and sighed. Right. He still got scared. Of course he was susceptible to fear, he was a kid after all. The woman winced at the maternal instinct taking presidence over the taciturn professional persona she constantly draped. Sachi patted her son’s head and gently raked through his white hair as she stared out the window. The sun was upon its ascent over the horizon, giving off an almost blinding iridescent shimmer. The company helicopter raised its nose and began to bleat its speed as it veered down towards the academy’s helipad. Soon they were landed, Sachi pushed herself off of her seat and opened up the sliding bay door. Zephyr followed suit and stepped onto the helipad, taking the deft chance to greet the faculty member who was tasked with picking him up. The boy spun around on the ball of his knee and caught both of the bag and hefted them over his shoulders. For once in his life, the boy known for his ceaseless energy mellowed out. Sachi ran a hand down the back of her neck and clicked her tongue, [color=gold]”Hey, I don’t want to receive a call from administration that my son wussed out. I don’t want to make you an organizer in my firm’s mail office, so you better sure as hell follow through. Got that, kiddo?”[/color] The woman sported a wry smile as she faced her child. Zephyr brightened up and returned with his iconic jaunty smile. [color=#FF004F]”Yes, ma’am!”[/color] He waved at his mother as she closed the door. The helicopter’s rotors increased their speed, sending Zeph’s tie flying back into his face. The boy shielded his eyes from the gusts of wind and stepped back towards the faculty member, watching the helicopter ascend through a small gap between his arms. It wasn’t long before the airborne vehicle was all but a tiny dot in the distance. The first year giddily spun around to face the male teacher, waiting for the words initiating his future to roll from the man’s tongue. His energetic demeanor was met with an uneasy gaze, maybe the teacher thought he mistook the helicopter flight for a one-way trip to business school. [b]”Follow me, I’ll direct you to your first class. Your essentials should already be there, I apologize but you will have to lug your belongings around until lunch.”[/b] Zephyr nodded and threw an arm high into the air, [color=#FF004F]"Alright! Onwards!"[/color] From there, the enigmatic dynamo took the first step towards his future, and the goal he sought. Unfortunately, that first step ended up with him stumbling and falling flat on his face. [color=#FF004F]"The trope... It hurts..."[/color] Unbeknownst to him, the academy was home to the world's strongest woman. She was probably also up there for the most tactfully seductive. Whilst most of the students assembled were in track suits, he felt out of place in his formal attire. But as soon as Itsuko wrapped up with her morning rhapsody, Zephyr didn't wait even a single moment before he paced his way over to where the weights were assembled and managed to strap on his own set. The student had to spare a few moments tightening the straps to fit his slim physique, but ultimately, the equipment didn't weigh him down too heavily. It was a bit odd that the first person to take to the track was the one with the least befitting clothing. Zephyr seemed more happy about the gauging in comparison to some of his classmates, as if he was actually eager to run 'til he dropped. Besides, Zephyr had already spent enough time running away from something. It was time to make a complete one-eighty. The boy sped off on the track course, moving at a surprising speed given what was weighing him down and his appearance. But the new arrival was not deterred in the slightest. [color=#FF004F][i]"The world is far from boring or monotonous. Surely, it won't grow dull, I feel like my story is just beginning!"[/i][/color]