[center][b]*Morella Cinder*[/b]

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Morella was stopped before she left the room, by a girl with red hair and blue eyes. From under her hood, she had a quizzical look on her face, before the girl said her name. [i]Sayuri...Mujona, I remember her,[/i] she thought, recalling the bouts she saw at the graduation exams. [i]Semblance increases power in a limb, she uses bandages to keep the power from tearing her arms apart and increasing her power...[/i] she thought, as she was asked her name. Morella simply replied, "Not important," in answer to the question, moving past her gracefully while keeping her hood low. She saw the other girl checking her weapon, as Morella thought about hers. She tightened her grip on her bag, her boots inside clinking together as she pulled up the bag higher on her shoulder. She hadn't shown them to anyone yet, but she wasn't in the mood for meeting new people again, as the last time nearly caused a fight.

As she tried walking away from the new girl, Morella spotted a boy sitting on a chair, with familiar brown hair and garage stains on his clothes. She didn't smile, because she just didn't smile, but she quickly made her way to the one familiar face she knew and sat next to Tarkus. She plopped down, slouching as she crossed her legs. "Hey, Tark. I hate meeting new people," she said, setting her bag in her lap. She'd spent a lot of time in the same work shop he did, as they both were very interested in weapon experimentation and crafting. All she knew about him was his name, the weapon he used, and that he came from Mistral. And that he might have an uncle named Leon, or Leo. Or Leonard. She didn't know much else, and he was the closest friend she had. However, she could tell he'd had some loss in his life, not because they talked about it, but because she could see the signs. She'd been through the same.

She reached into her back, pulling out a worn cardboard box that gave metallic clinks as she tapped him with it. "Tried the cylinders your suggested, graphite worked surprisingly well for my chambers. Here's the rest, if you need them," she said, setting it beside him, apparently oblivious to his despair of the metallic gauntlet stuck on his arm. She added, "Oh, and you finished with my plasma lathe yet? I don't need it, just wondering," she asked, sighing.

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[center]~Oliver Kootz~

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Oliver's ears pricked as he heard some music playing, glancing down the hall and seeing a student sitting in a nearby chair playing a harmonica. "Ah, hang on, Casty, I'll be back in a bit," he said, handing her back her book and swinging off to the other side of the hall. He easily walked from chair back to chair back, keeping his balance though his body was shifted away from the wall, as he neared the one playing. Hooking a leg through a ceiling support, he hung upside down again and pulled out a harmonica of his own. He waited, listening to the guy play as he got the melody, and came in with one of his own that blended with it.