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[color=FF0000]"WHOOHOO! Principal Prism!"[/color] [i]clack clack clack[/i] [color=FF0000]"Let's go, Mobius!"[/color] [i]clack clack clack[/i] the sound of enthusiastic cheering cut through the uncomfortable silence, punctuated by the sharp rap of Taihou 'clapping' his claws together in applause. He was happy to see the academy employ an AI as their principal and administrator, going against the stigma and stereotype of highly intelligent and advanced AI attempting to destroy all organics or take over the world. It showed the school was forward thinking, and a great place for someone like him who was trying to push the boundaries of what people are willing to accept as a hero. The next announcement got him both excited and nervous at the same time. Their teachers would be real, grade-A heroes! But the fact that he had to pick up a keycard filled him with agitation.

Looking under his seat, he saw it laying there, flat on the ground. Getting his massive claw under himself and between the legs of the seat was already difficult enough, but he was able to slide the card out from under the chair and between his feet. Over the course of the next few minutes, Taihou fumbled clumsily with both claws in an attempt to pick up the keycard. Though his father had fabricated special rubber claw-sleeves full of useful widgets for manipulating everyday objects, his father had not accounted for this particular scenario. Soon Taihou was fidgeting with his two claws, just trying to find some way to flip the card up so he could grip it properly.

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At the conclusion of Principal Prism's speech, Nzige crossed her forearms in front of her, giving the Wakandan salute as a sign of respect to the faculty. As a highly advanced yet traditional culture, Wakanda venerated teachers as vital to individual growth and civilizational prosperity. However, she soon noticed that very few, if any seemed to be paying their respects, and although enthusiastic, the shouting and clapping coming from some other part of the auditorium seemed almost irreverent and disrespectful, after all, this wasn't a show meant to entertain. She reached under her chair and pulled up the card, reading 1A. [color=ffff00][i]"Ms. Pride,"[/i][/color] Nzige thought to herself passively, a hero who no doubt had to learn how to deal with the ethereal nature of her powers. Certainly a wonderful source of guidance.

Yet as the speech ended and students began to move and shuffle, Nzige felt the tension in the room rise as white noise slowly increased in volume; the sound of shuffling feet, the squeak of chairs sliding, students mumbling to each other. She closed her eyes, but the auditory image of the room created by echolocation lingered in her mind, preventing her from shutting out the rising intensity of stimulus. With her eyes closed, she managed to navigate her way out of the auditorium by sound, and headed straight to her dorm room, looking for a quiet place. Unlocking the door with her card, she slipped inside and leaned against a wall to catch her breath. She wanted to lay down, but she didn't want to inadvertently claim a bed before consulting her eventual roommate.