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Before Jhin could respond to Lucannus, a commotion was heard in the form of sounds behind the administration build door. The entrance of their administrator signaled the start of the ceremony. Jhin gave the man his undivided attention and took in ever word he said. He released a slight gasp and watched the light bounce off the different mirrors and then the images played. Jhin was astounded, he had never seen anything like this, the images came out looking like memories he would store in his mind. Jhin being who he was, had questions, but most of all if he could create or achieve something this great by attaining the knowledge this school had to offer he was more than willing to attend. Jhin was sure his answers about life and who he was could be answered here, he longed to to learn and wanted nothing more than to soak up as much as he could while he was attending. 

When the images stopped he was initially confused as to what he saw but the administers explanation was sufficient enough to calm some of the storm that was raging in his mind. Jhin hated when it got like this, questions left unanswered, people not willing to do their part and helping him to stop asking questions. This is what troubled his mind as they went on the tour of the facilities, Jhin's secondary eyes where the only pair focused on the sights and areas while he was looking at his fidgeting hands. He was thinking about what he wanted out of life, his mother made things simple out in the wild; survive. But this was not the cold and harsh wilds of the north, and here the opportunities were more plentiful, Jhin just had to decide which ones he would take.[hr]
When they entered the cafeteria, the smells of good food started his stomach to rumble and his pedipalps stood to attention acting as extra feelers for his senses and leading him towards the Flynenhael section northeast. He knew they should have the cheese and cricket special. It was something normal to what most would call the "sitcks", what many don't know that crickets were a good source of protein and after you fried them (with a little seasoning) you poor hot cheese and bacon bits all over it. Jhin likes his barley fried, he wanted the crickets to still be kicking so he could taste their fear, fear always makes the meat taste better. 

He walked up to a kitchen stall behind some other humans who he assumed where from his home, and began to stack his tray with fruit and meat. Then he saw them, the gold coated creatures in all their glory waiting to be eaten. When he got to that end, some where still living while other crickets had died and now sat as cheese encased statues. The were surprisingly a lot left, but that just meant more for Jhin, and it only pushed him to fill the space left on his plate with them.  He found on of the relatively empty tables after and sat down, when he looked at his cricket meal a feel of nostalgia came over him, and he started to remember the first time his father made him this meal and how happy he was. Jhin sighed at this and could only wonder what brought on his longing for familiarity, this caused him to eat slow and savor each bite.