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Ishin Academy, April 7th
"Interacting With"::[/b] (Briefly looking at...) [@Inkarnate] (Mizuhana Yoshiba), [@Scrub Mage] (Katō Takara), [@floodtalon] (Adachi Chen), [@Altered Tundra] (Chikyu Yuki), and [@liferusher] (Kishimoto Rin)[/color][hr]
These people were just the worst; the longer her ears remained attentive to this amateurs, the more and more she wanted to waste her energy just to tell them to shut up; it was taking a lot of self-discipline to do so, something these children lacked... and their ringleader... their ringleader, their ringleader, [b][i]their ringleader[/i][/b]...

She was [i]still[/i] no better than any of these fools, letting them romp around, continuing to whirl around in a disruptive frenzy. Honestly, it felt like she was going to have an aneurysm soon due to what felt like an [i]eternity[/i] for this whole assembly to start. Thankfully, as soon as it felt like she was ready to hiss at them to stop their obnoxious squawking, someone else interjected.

Adrianne's bared, grinding teeth and exasperated visage began to simmer down as her ears perked up to the sound of what appeared to be tapping echoing through the auditorium, followed by a stern, seeming authoritative voice that demanded everyone's attention, as well as hushed the bothersome masses.

While she didn't jump straight up to give the facade of being attentive like some people, she calmly and collectively gazed over at the older looking man, straightening her own posture out of respect and dignity, something the people sitting next to her could learn.

While, evidently, she still appeared generally pissed off, her glare wasn't as harsh and her lips were just about as comparable to a singular, straight-lined thread. Adrianne's ears perked up to listen to the man make the general opening announcement. There wasn't much to muse on other than wordlessly psyching herself up, silently telling herself that she would go beyond their expectations...

Blowing a bit of hot air out of her nose, she felt that cold gaze briskly pass overhead. There was a certain chill she felt over her head, yet Adrianne continued listening, continuing to heed each word, whether or not it mattered to her now. While the congratulatory speech directed towards the second and third years for continuing to go beyond, Adrianne watched the man deftly press his hands against the podium.

[i]They[/i] were next.

Yet, even as the girl observed him scrutinize them all, Adrianne continued to stay composed, largely unperturbed and with a soothing calm... whatever that amounted to for her and her resting bitch face.

However, the next words stuck with her. For the first time since he stepped on to the stage, Adrianne scrunched her brows and clenched her hands into tightly clamped fists that dug into her lap. [color=0054a6][i]"Battleground... proof... belonging,"[/i][/color] she mouthed to herself, inaudible to the audience of her peers, especially the soon to be fourth rate dropouts sitting across from her.

Following the next portion, her eyes [i]also[/i] drifted away the moment he began to speak about the merit of just being a student didn't merit that they would stay there. Adrianne's head was motionless, yet her eyes drifted back over to the girl with blue hair and her crew, honing in on each of them as she squinted and glared at them briefly before returning her attention to the frosty, graying dean.

There really weren't any movements from the rigid lady, aside from certain points during the speech where she gave a shallow nod and her visage lightening up, albeit briefly. Along with that, followed a few seconds of silence as he took a sip of water, something Adrianne bizarrely honed on intently.

However, subsequently, this was only time she displayed some modicum of disdain and irritation was when he mentioned that they would be getting a day of "comfort." Nothing more than a waste of precious time as she silently clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before that fleeting notion disappeared completely.

Guess that was understandable; giving the students a day to get acquainted with the school, and at the mention of dorms and pamphlets, Adriane did recall some information about her dorm on the pamphlet received. It took her a second to recall the information before it began replaying, like a vhs tape in her head.

Other than tidbits of important information over who to contact if there was some difficulty, the last parts of the speech flew on by rather swiftly, save for the parting words. Juggling them both, the information about dorms and the final words, Adrianne took in a deep breath through her mouth, not breaking eye contact with the dean.

[color=0054a6]"Soar Skyward..."[/color]