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[h2][color=#ccccff]Elvira Pustoy[/color][/h2]
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Jais had shown Elvira the classroom she was meant to be in and had even gone as far as to draw miniature versions of the halls and doors leading off them upon the back of her hand in black marker. Just so she wouldn't 'forget' like she often said was to blame for her wanderings. Wanderings such as this one. The brunette didn't purposely go out of her way to oppose all authority. It just [i]happened[/i]. Rules were boring. So were instructions. Who invented either of those concepts? A boring person, that's who. A boring person was the only boring one who could make up boring rules and boring, boring, [i]boring[/i]. Elvira didn't have the patience to be bear such a weight, not today. 

The only reason she'd agreed to attend this academy was to uncover the secret Jett seemed adamant on withholding. Quirk removal. It was almost ironic; the girl would have said so herself if she understood the base of irony. Coming to an academy that encouraged and facilitated quirk development to rid herself of that very same thing? To an outsider, it sounded crazy. To Elvira, it was saner than the students willing to bash one another to bits for the sake of displaying heroism. Why anyone would want to be a hero, despite having been saved by one herself, was beyond her. Come to think of it, shouldn't she be concerned about-

'I don't trust myself once I hear your call~'

Elvira's head twitched to the side somewhat, her hearing reacting quicker than any other sense. Was that... music? It wasn't coming from the speaker system - if this academy had one. No, it was much too faint for that to be a possibility. The lyrics were muffled but the girl's sharp hearing could still make out the majority of the words. Not Japanese. Not Russian either. Elvira deemed it as foreign. The steady melody seemed to be coming from a door coincidentally located past the one she should have went through. Nobody was expecting her... Elvira didn't think so anyway. There was no harm in investigating. 

The girl's steps, high in volume due to the boots she insisted on wearing along with her school uniform, quickened down the hall. Before she had even got into arm's length of the door, her hand, already outstretched and ready to come into contact with the door, flexed the fingers that belonged to it. Whatever was beyond on the other side would surely cure the entertainment predicament she found herself. She was bound to be faced with repercussions later on. Elvira would think of something when need be.   

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