Takao lay on the bed he'd been so gracefully given by Tatakai academy. It was empty, of course, with little marking it as his own. No pillows or blankets either; the only indication that it was to be occupied was his name outside the door, just 1 of 4. Despite the barren state of the bed, however, Takao was just about done unpacking. He didn't need to unpack anything, really, with his power. What he had done was taken everything given to him, which admittedly amounted to little more than a thin blanket and some other miscellaneous items. The only reason he had come in here at all was because he had nothing better to do. And now that he was done, he found himself with a lot of time on his hands with nothing to use it for.

Of course, there was most likely something he [i]should[/i] be doing. He should probably talk to his roommates, wherever they were. Maybe check out the careers adviser or something. Of course, the big obstacle in the way of those actions was that he didn't really feel the need to. He'd more or less decided what he'd wanted to do and he didn't feel like he would achieve much by communicating with others. Most students in the school were lone wolves, though there were plenty that grouped due to weakness. Takao was pretty weak all things considered, but making friends probably wouldn't help that. He could get stronger if he got access to actual weapons and weapon training, but he couldn't do that. Although there was one way to get that...

Takao sighed loudly and got up off the bed. He started walking through the dorms and made his way towards the main building, where there would likely be some clubs recruiting new members. If he wanted to get stronger then he could always join a club. There were usually plenty that concerned with the use of weapons and martial arts, but he sort of really didn't want to go to one. More often than not such clubs were gatherings of sneering toughs who used their rank as leverage to exploit underclassmen. Still, it would be good to have some kind of extra-curricular activity under his belt. It would look pretty good on a resume and all, and he'd at least have something to do with his time that way. At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to look.

He arrived soon enough, looking around briefly at the mess of students gathering in the hall. He was looking for the brightly colored tables, a garishly designed display to grab the attention of the many newcomers. He ignored most of them, focusing mostly on their names and the people around the table as he walked by. Culture clubs tended to be less competitive than sports clubs, though clubs where there was absolutely no level of class discrimination were fairly rare.

As Takao walked along he noticed a sign for a club he'd never seen before - the journalism club. He wasn't entirely sure how well he could contribute but the fact that it was new made it somewhat interesting, since poorly thought out new clubs tended to disappear very quickly. But that didn't really faze Takao so much. He just needed something to do, and surely it wouldn't hurt to look. On approaching the table, however, he noticed that there appeared to be some very loud and outspoken girls talking in front of it. He stopped abruptly and slowly backpedaled out of sight. He wasn't sure why but he didn't feel like it'd be a great idea to cut in right now. Maybe it would be better if he waited this one out...