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[color=C0C0C0][b][h1]Chiwa Hatori[/h1][/b][/color][/center]
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[color=C0C0C0][i]Dulga Tarata.[/i][/color] Hatori tried to keep that in her mind. It was certainly an unusual yet unique name, not one she has heard before, but it definitely didn't sound Japanese, so Dulga was most likely a foreigner, though with the tall teenage girl barely showing any bare skin (and with any skin shown being completely pale), her race was still ambiguous. [color=C0C0C0][i]Sounds like a name one would use in a fantasy RPG![/i][/color] She tried not to let out a chuckle thinking about that. 

The door was opened a bit more to show more of the room and of Dulga, who was wearing a dark green cloak that worn out into noticeable threads at the edges, with a hood near her neck. Most of her body was again obscured by her own cloak, though one of her arms was visible. It was as pale as her face, and she was wearing some sort of fingerless protective glove. It just made Hatori all the more willing to get to know her more as a person. [color=C0C0C0]"Oh sure, I'll be glad to...Dulga,"[/color] Hatori answered with a short pause, making sure she got Dulga's name right – she had learned enough English to get the sounds right, but sometimes her accent would kick in.  

As Dulga accepted Hatori as her guest, Hatori was able to get a full look into Dulga's room. The layout was largely the same as her own dorm room, though the beds were noticeably longer and taller to accommodate Dulga's larger frame. With Dulga stashing her gun case away, Hatori could only see a black case next to her table, though she did notice a large workbench, considerably wider than a normal table, complete with a C-framed loading press, a precision scale, and a specific mount for disassembling and cleaning weapons. There were also drawers on the back of the table, though it was mostly empty and Dulga's other apparatus was either on the table, still waiting to be reassembled for use, or still in her bags, and so her work area was still incomplete. The windows were also much larger, almost covering the entire room, to allow for greater ventilation, and whoever was Dulga's other roommate had their bed and bench placed further away from the workbench to allow for a safe working area. 

Of course, Hatori never having used a gun, let alone hand load or clean one, was unable to recognize what Dulga's workbench was for, though she believed either Dulga transported it her for herself, or this was one of the school's accommodations for her. Other than that, Dulga didn't seem to have much – no TV and no video games, though she could spot a dragon plushie on one of the beds near Dulga's workbench. [color=C0C0C0][i]So like my roommate's room...ugh, the people here are pretty weird, but at least Dulga's half isn't a complete blank. She actually feels like a serious, no-nonsense sort of girl.[/i][/color]

[color=C0C0C0]"Oh, I haven't really cleaned up my own room yet. I just plopped by stuff down; I can always organize it later, and buy more things tomorrow. My roommate though, I think she's a hardcore minimalist,"[/color] she joked with a chuckle. [color=C0C0C0]"She brought virtually nothing. I haven't actually met her yet, but she settled down before me. Barely a backpack's worth of stuff."[/color]

Hatori sat down in the chair of Dulga's other roommate, leaning an arm on the edge of the back rest. [color=C0C0C0]"And um, I ate some dinner during the train ride, though it wasn't much, and it wasn't particularly tasty,"[/color] she added. [color=C0C0C0]"I could eat a little bit more, but I think it's a bit too late to go for dinner. No worries though, I brought some snacks with me."[/color] 

She glanced at the door, wondering if her other roommate has returned back yet. Meanwhile, Hatori was particularly curious about Dulga's workbench, and pointed to it. [color=C0C0C0]"By the way, what's that for? It looks way different from the normal dorm tables. Did you bring it yourself? And what are those equipment for?"[/color] she asked. 

[@Norschtalen]