Toboe waited patiently for his turn to use the machine. Once the boy who was using it was finished, he stepped up to it, scanned his card, and waited for his dorm room and class schedule. Once he had it in hand, he moved away from the machine to let others get their own info. Moments later the Japanese boy was glad he did, because suddenly there were three people and their summons surrounding the machine trying to help some new girl figure it out. He was pretty sure that at least one of them had cut the line for the machine.

"Way to make a good first impression." He muttered, as he walked away.

As he walked, Toboe glanced over his class schedule to see what sort of horrible classes he'd have to take this year. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, turned off his music, and returned both the phone and his earbuds to his pocket. "Hey Shiva, most of these classes are combat related ones. They're really trying to push me into a fighting career." Toboe shook his head as he spoke.

Shiva motioned for Toboe to hand the list to her, which he did. "Too bad you already have your heart set on something else. Maybe they'll finally get the hint this year."

"I doubt it. They haven't gotten it yet and I've been here for four years."

"Who knows, this year might be better than the other ones?"

Toboe shrugged, "I certainly hope so. Let's see if I can go the entire year without getting a new scar."