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Ishin Academy, April 7th
Interacting With::[/b] N/A[/color][hr]
There wasn't much to extrapolate other than it seemed she was extremely early if the lack of students, let alone teacher didn't hint at that possibility already. Still, up until their teacher's appearance, she began analyzing each and every person who entered through that door, silently judging them for what they were.

Akizawa, her roommate was the next to enter which was considerably surprising since it looked like the slime girl was sleeping like a log. Still, the slime girls words did reflect how she would act - demure, nervous, and generally sticking out like a sore thumb. Still, she was situated in the back nearby, something Adrianne would be acclimated to as the next student scuttled in.

Mutsuki or something? Pah, Adrianne just rolled her eyes at the way she entered. She didn't know who was worse based on posture - Akizawa or her since they both seemed like newborn ewes stumbling about the place. At least, that's how she perceived it. Still, Adrianne kept her cold, piercing red glare on the girl, even when this girl checked the seats nearby her before situating herself up front.

Adrianne frowned and squinted, peering over at the girl as she took a seat as the cogs began to turn in her head. Despite this, the next two students were hardly impressive, with one making her scoff into her hand and the other just left her baffled, eyes wide open. Really, she was trying too hard to gussy up, which resulted in a rather audible sigh from Adrianne; she didn't even bother to hide who she was unimpressed with. [i][color=9370DB]"Seriously? I get that we all need to clean up, but this is a Hero Course, not a friggin' beauty salon."[/color][/i]

The other that left her feeling bewildered was this big, lumbering oaf with a pineapple. She didn't know what that meant, but could only grasp at straws about this being some sort of cultural thing. Much to the chagrin of Adrianne, he was situated right next to her which caused her to furrow her brows. Hm. Akizawa was nearby in the back, as well as this guy who didn't even fit the bill for a student, just some sort of lazy slacker and slowly began to piece together what this meant.

While she did watch the remaining students file in, she began to evaluate them a bit more and started noticing a trend. Grinding her teeth, she rolled her head over to cover her mouth as she smirked into her hand. Of [i]course [/i]it was gonna be like that.

It wasn't long before Adrianne stopped resting her head on her hand and sat upright, awaiting for the arrival of their teacher as she began to rap on the desk. The whole class was here, and the only person who hadn't arrived had been their teacher. Wait, was she in the class of rejects or something as well? Was that why their homeroom teacher was tardy?!

She began to dig her nails into the hem of her skirt as these thoughts began to fester in her mind, at least until those thoughts were deterred by a rather raucous slam from the door, dispersing her thoughts and catching the girls attention.

So this was their teacher, eh? She didn't know what to make of her besides that she was late or rather not as early as the rest of the students. Still, she seemed to have a serious demeanor based on the glare of contempt Adrianne received when locking eyes with her. Good to know the academy still didn't welcome foreigners, she was getting worried.

Actions did speak louder than words as more thoughts fluttered into her mind, only to come into conflict with one another as she perked up to the short woman's words. [color=9370DB][i]"So Knightmare, or rather Kinzokuma is our teacher,"[/i][/color] she ruminated on this, especially since she was a pro-hero, so her being late could be excused as a result of her job?

Regardless, after the little song and jig of explaining who she was, this teacher made her think of a much older version of squid girl based on her personality. Adrianne sighed and prayed she wouldn't be too much like the blue-haired pest.

Speaking of pests, she called out to the pineapple giant beside her, which garnered the attention of Adrianne once more as he delivered the fruit straight to her like some sort of delivery boy. She could only try her damndest to resist rolling her eyes as the boy stumbled over his words while offering the fruit as a sign of appreciation.

Despite how ridiculous this whole scene felt, she kept a rather bored yet pissed visage as she studied it all, pondering on if the class was supposed to do this for their teachers in Japan.

Beyond the cultural implications, she could care less if this giant made a fool of himself or not. She just wanted to get started.