[h2]Olivier de Plancy[/h2]
Waiting.

Yes, if there was to be one word to describe his experience thus far, it would be that one. Olivier had been told many time before that patience was a virtue, but he had never been a very patient sort. There was only so much eavesdropping, phone-checking, and foot tapping you could do before things got too monotonous, after all, and while the idea of interrogating the obviously distraught researcher with increasingly ridiculous questions would undoubtedly be entertaining, it was likely what many would consider to be a, quote-unquote: "dick move bro." 

[i]'...and that is a bad thing,'[/i] Olivier mentally reminded himself before continuing to stand in place and people-watch for the remainder of the time. He checked his watch; thirty seconds had passed. Damn, people were boring. For all that talk about mingling, there was hardly any mingling going on. It was fortunate then that he didn't have to wait much longer, for soon after the only question that mattered - he was, of course, referring to the one about hair - the great big list of pairings revealed themselves unto him and the rest of the unpaired masses. 

[i]'Oh Christ, it's not even alphabetical,'[/i] the youth groaned, after scanning roughly where he expected the P section to be and seeing an assortment of letters that were most definitely not homophonous with human urine, [i]'But fuck it, at least it's here.'[/i] Determining that searching for his name would be far less effective than searching for his face, the Frenchman adjusted his course of action. [i]'...'[/i] Olivier stared at himself, narrowing his eyes to get a clearer look. [i]'I'm not sure I like that picture, it's very unflattering,'[/i] he noted the somewhat disdainful expression on the photo's supposed-to-be-emotionless face, [i]'Though not entirely unexpected; it [/i]is[i] a school photo after all.'[/i] His eyes moved to the side. Female, short brown-hair, and... shiny anime glasses? He stifled a chuckle in case the girl was close by. [i]'Right, let's get to findi-'[/i]

[quote=@Xeronoia]Making her way over to the exit, standing off to one side, she raised one arm straight up in the air.

"Olivier de Plancy?" She called out in a clear tone, measuring the loudness to be just enough to cut across the chattering noise of the other students.[/quote]

Oh.

Oh God.

Her [i]voice[/i]. Her arm. Her bearing. [i]Those glasses[/i]. It all came together to form a perfect picture of the truth: His partner...

 ...was a [i]nerd.[/i]

[i]'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAokay enough of that, time to meet up.'[/i] Making his way through the slowly diminishing crowd and over towards the edge where his life-partner-to-be. "Hello," he greeted stiffly, "That's me."

Yep, this was getting off to a wonderful start.
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[h2]Akiya Nobuhiko[/h2]
Nobuhiko held his hand to his chin, endeavoring to think of a good question to ask Tomoe-hakase before the pairings were announced and everything would devolve into utter chaos. Or something. Eheh. Well maybe he was being a [i]tad[/i] bit overdramatic. What was he doing again? Oh right, questions. Unfortunately he wasn't able to think of one yet, but he'd probably get around to it, maybe. It wasn't that important anyway, and, by the looks of the questions so far, nobody else had thought of anything really cool to ask other than this one green-haired kid with glasses. 

The answer was pretty interesting, and gave a bit of insight into the system. Admittedly he hadn't done much studying up, so it probably wasn't as mindblowing to others as it was to him. It was reassuring to know that he'd have something to contribute other than energy. It made him feel less useless than he was.  Plus, it was really neat to see the researcher go all 'super serious' in a drop of a hat. He did have to wonder how exactly they managed to calculate personality compatibility, but before he could say anything, the pairings descended from the heavens like angels on high, granting salvation to those blow who had long awaited for the coming.

One quick glance at the screen later, and he found himself and his partner. "James Zhen-san, huh?" Nobuhiko said, continuing to experimentally recite the name a few times so as to get a better grasp on the pronunciation. The western-style first name and the... Chinese? last name provided a little degree of difficulty, but not too much more than a usual Japanese name, he supposed. A bit more difficult would be finding James and vice versa, what with both of their fairly generic asian appearances, but Nobuhiko was confident in his attention to detail. It was, after all, one of the few things he was good for. "Ah, there he is!" the young man remarked, catching sight of his partner climbing atop equipment like a monkey and pushing through the crowd in that direction.

"Heya," Nobuhiko greeted, finally managing to have pushed through the crowd enough to reach his new teammate, "I'll be your partner from now on, Zhen-san. Err... -kun, -dono, whatever you'd prefer. Aha..."