[color=f6989d][b][h3][center]Mycona Frisa[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Although he had not confirmed that he was in fact a friend, Mycona had deduced that this man was indeed a friend. Mother had told her that when she found a friend, they would help explain things she didn't understand to her. This man was going to great lengths to explain what he had said, so clearly he had to be a friend. Mycona was relieved to know she had finally found one. She had tried asking so many others, and not one had said yes. Now she could finally get the answers to all the questions that were coursing through her head. There were [i]so many[/i] questions going through her head right now.

However, she would patiently await the end of the friend's spiel on alcohol, oblivious to his nervousness or true intentions. Perhaps fortunately for him, Mycona noticed when the announcement was made for everyone to stop eating and follow Volkova. Arising from her seated position without a care in the world, Mycona told the friend, [color=f6989d]"We must go now."[/color] and left to join the others. As much as she would rather receive answers from the friend, mother also told her to listen to instructions from the "staff", and she had deduced that these people were giving instructions and must be staffs.

Mycona did not understand a lot of what happened next. They went to a lot of different places, they stopped to look at them, and they spoke to some people. It was all quite interesting to Mycona, but she did not understand all of the words used. Mycona wanted to stop them to ask more, but mother had told her not to interrupt people while they were speaking, and the staffs were doing a lot of speaking. There were occassions while following that she wanted to stop them to ask, but she couldn't always get past all the others to say something. There were so many others around, and sometimes to lost track of who was there, including the friend.

Eventually, they all came to a stop, and Mycona was handed a bunch of papers. From what Mycona actually understood, they were to choose someone to be their mate in their room. Mycona had learned that "mate" was a "synonym" for friend, and so the choice seemed obvious to her. She did not understand what they were talking about in relation to "monsters" and "humans" and "chimeras". Mother had told her there would be different kinds of others, but she did not know which was which. All she knew was that she was Mycona, and that the friend was around here somewhere. After a period of looking around, Mycona found the friend again, and said to him, [color=f6989d]"My name is Mycona. What is your name?"[/color] She had not learned the friend's name before, but she knew everyone had one, Mother had told her that. She understood from the form that they were to sign the name of their roommate, so she needed to know his to write it down. She was completely unaware of the fact that she had in fact been excluded from the list, nor was she aware of the potential that the friend may not agree to being her roommate.

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[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff79a]"Oh, uh, well..."[/color] Berke was about to answer Mark's question before more quarrels broke out. He would have said that he was open to doing so, because while he had not made up his mind to become a soldier after graduating, it wasn't something he was completely opposed to. While killing on the battlefield hardly appealed to him, he knew from back home that sometimes people were needed to guard their homes with weapons in their hands. A soldier's ultimate duty was to defend his home, and so it had a certain appeal to him. Still, he had yet to truly think about it at length. There was certainly no time to either respond or think about it more, as said quarrel had broken out, and both Berke and Mark seemed equally concerned with it, though likely for vastly different reasons.

It seemed some Chimera had caused a stir by saying something offensive. Now some girl was attempting to fight and intimidate him. Berke had no love of offensive words, but he did not like to resort to violence either. He wanted to say something, but he had never been the best at forcing his way between two people fighting. He always wanted to, but sometimes he could not find the right words. Fortunately, he did not have to, as somebody else decided to employ their powers to diffuse the tension. Their actions were technically provocative in of themselves, but it seemed they were used to prevent the girl from assaulting anyone, so it was okay by Berke. Eventually, the whole conflict was shut down by the staff, much to Berke's relief. To think there would be so much potential fighting on the first day of their new lives. Berke was going to have a heart attack if things carried on like this.

After everything calmed down, the announcement for the tour to begin followed shortly after. [color=fff79a]"Uh, we should probably go now..."[/color] Berke said gingerly to Mark. He would have waited to walk with his new friend, but he seemed caught up in an internal conundrum, so Berke made tracks without waiting. He not only did not wish to fall behind, but he also figured he should leave Mark to his own devices. Whatever he was tossing up with in his own head, Berke did not wish to interrupt him. The tour for one was informative and interesting. Berke was glad to learn that they basically had all kinds of facilities for the students to enjoy. Berke himself was sure to make good use of the athletic facilities himself. As strong as he was by virtue of his ancestry, he still needed to do work to maintain his form. He also really needed to work on his poor mobility. Right now, he was like a big, lumbering beast, which was not only detrimental in the long run, but also a bad stereotype for his people.

Once they received the roommate application papers, Berke realised he had only one real choice. Berke barely knew Mark, but he did know his name at least, which was more than he could say for anyone else. Ultimately, he would be happy with anyone, but if he was to choose, he may as well choose the one person he could ask without it seeming too strange. [color=fff79a]"Uh, Mark?"[/color] He said, approaching his new friend. [color=fff79a]"I know we don't know each other too well, but I was wondering if you wanted to be my roommate? If that's okay with you?"[/color] The last thing Berke wanted to do was feel like he was forcing him to shack up with him. It was absolutely okay with him if Mark didn't want to, but he had to ask.

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