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[hr][right][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b] 
Ishin Academy
[b]Interacting with:Jin[@Mistress Dizzy] and Chen[@floodtalon][/b][/color][hr][/right]

Camilla's ears dropped as a pout made it's way on to her features when Jin revealed that they had been pulling her leg, but the slight was quickly forgotten as the girl continued talking about herself. Camilla wondered if Jin had many memories of her time in the states, as well as what it was like to live in New York of all places. That place was a veritable hero hotspot, jampacked with the biggest heroes( and villains) in the country. [i][color=Plum]Life there must be crazy, so no wonder her parents moved back here. Even dad talks about how exhausting some of the Big Apple heroes say their job is whenever they end up on the west coast, usually when they're on break.[/color][/i]

Her small daydream of what she imagined New York to be like was cut short, however, as Jin addressed her while showing her the number they had calculated. Camilla's ears shot up as she snapped out of her daze, trying and failing to look as if she had been paying attention the whole time as the tips of her ears began to burn with embarrassment. 

[color=Plum]"Uh, y-yeah. That is pretty neat, Ji-er, Takahashi-san."[/color] Camilla mentally scolded herself for the near slip-up. Ji-[i][color=Plum]No, Takahashi[/color][/i]-san's behavior been so unlike what she'd been expecting from this place that it caused her to drop her guard too much and slip into old mannerisms. Curling a lock of hair around one of her fingers, she looked back towards the angry girl from before, who seemed to have only gotten angrier somehow, and shrugged. 

[color=Plum]"Who knows. Some people just have a bone to pick with the world and want to take it out on those around them. If you ask me, it is probably best if we just avoid her if we can, or else we will likely be the ones with a headache."[/color] Camilla chuckled a little towards the end, imagining a scenario where she and Takashi-san were being forced to listen to the angry horned girl drone angrily about random things until she noticed movement on the stage. It seems like things were finally being set into motion.
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The principle's speech was pretty much the kind of thing her father had told her to expect, but she would be lying if she still wasn't at least a little intimidated by it. Still, she was already here and she wasn't about to get sent home with her tail between her legs just because she was feeling nervous. Rising to her feet with a slight hope, she turned to Takashi-san with a small smile and upturned ears as she offered a small bow followed by an outstretched hand.

[color=Plum]"It was a pleasure to meet you, Takashi-san, and I hope we see more of each other throughout the school year, yeah? Who knows, we might even be in the same class."[/color] Reaching down to snatch up their notebook, she quickly wrote down her cell-phone number on the page before handling it back over [color=Plum]"But just in case we're not, here's my number so we can text each other. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go see what the dorms are like. I hope you have a nice day!"[/color]

Once the two were finished saying their goodbyes to each other, Camilla would make her way out of the assembly hall, barely able to maintain a steady walking pace as the mix of nerves, anxiety, and excitement made her want to run out the building and into the relative safety of her dorm. So focused was she on trying to keep herself from bolting and the pamphelet in her hand, that she didn't really pay attention to where she was goin-

[center][color=gray]"And don't forget! Soar Skyward!"[/color][/center]

That was all she heard before she felt herself crash into someone, only catching a glimpse of black hair as she stumbled back, catching herself with her back foot while her arm shot out to grab the other person so as to keep them from falling to the floor. Camilla froze, feeling her face get hot and her ears begin to drop as she quickly made sure to properly right the other person while rushedly apologizing for her blunder. 

[color=Plum]"Oh, I am really, really, truly sorry about that. I  was just so caught up in my own head and the speech made me nervous and I'm just really, really sorry. You are not hurt or anything, right?"[/color] Once she was certain the other person was alright, she'd release them and take a step back, her fingers once again curling themselves in locks of her colored hair as she felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were glaring her down, judging her every single move and action as if she was on trial for some sort of crime. As sensing her distress, her quirk partially activated to cause small lines of microbes to flow up her arm, the colors shifting momentarily before taking on a shade of red equivalent to the blush that was burning at her face and ears.