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As the remaining students went through the mandatory introductions, Imogen continued her unsolicited cheering and commentary. She wanted to make sure everyone felt heard. It was good to be noticed, wasn't it? Or that's what she thought at first, but then came Iz's turn and she didn't think she'd ever seen anyone look so sick from just having to talk. Imogen had to fight the urge to jump up and do the introductions for her, to save her from her palpable distress—ahh, it was just like in her daydream! Poor Iz in need of rescue—and settled instead with a supportive [color=ffb5c2]"yeah, Iz, you can do it!"[/color]

When Iz took her seat, Imogen reached over to tap her shoulder and gave her an encouraging two thumbs-up. [color=ffb5c2]"You did great,"[/color] she whispered, nodding her approval.

A pair of siblings came after and Imogen thought it was funny how dissimilarly they behaved. [color=ffb5c2]"Are you guys twins?"[/color] she asked, genuinely curious. That would be funnier if they were; completely opposite, like they split a list of personality traits in half and gave each one side. She'd known only one other pair of twins, and they were too creepily alike. They dressed the same and talked the same and moved perfectly in sync, unnaturally so. Thinking about them sent shivers down her spine. Opposites were better.

But that was beside the point. More importantly, did she just hear that right? Boy twin—Val? Or Kia? She had to figure out which is which—just challenged Professor Mik to a fight. Niiice! She didn't realize that was allowed, but she's definitely interested in seeing that play out. Are others allowed to participate?

Imogen was almost disappointed when the challenge went unheeded as introductions resumed. The next person claimed to be a future princess, though, and that quickly reignited her interest. Imogen loudly [color=ffb5c2]'ooh-ed.'[/color] She'd never seen a princess before, although she thought they would be more… pleasant? Not looking like someone who'd just found a carcass in their cot and is accusing everyone in the room for doing it.

She pursed her lips as she thought back on her childhood stories. There was one she forced Caius to read her, where the princess was so sweet and nice that even though she basically broke into these creatures' home, they welcomed her and helped her find her prince. With this attitude, if Ronnie had been in that princess' place, Imogen was 80% sure they would've just eaten her. She laughed to herself, amused at the imagery it produced, though decided not to be too harsh in her judgments after some consideration. Maybe Ronnie was having an off day.

The class was dismissed soon after, much to her relief. She worried it was to be an actual class with assignments and such. Instead, Imogen was rewarded with not just Professor Mik taking the bait and accepting the challenge after all, but also with an upcoming sermon that was optional. Woo! Great news all around!

Imogen rushed to get the best seat for the fight, only to get accosted by a welcome (and quite appealing, now that she'd gotten a closer look) face. She grinned up at the friendly blonde once the initial jolt of surprise had worn off, immediately feeling at ease with him. [color=ffb5c2]"Nice to officially meetcha, Jory!"[/color] Imogen chimed in with a laugh after Jory greeted her, using her free hand to playfully salute him. [color=ffb5c2]"You know, you and Rai-Rai were better entertainment than we ever got back at home. You guys were amazing!"[/color]

Jory inviting her to watch the fight was the icing in her 'we're totally kindred spirits' cake. It was like he was reading her mind, and she told him as much. Imogen peered up at him impishly, tittering in what she believed to be a noblewoman's refined laughter. She did her best to sound as fancy as the princess, minus all the mean. [color=ffb5c2]"Why, Jory von Deer Boss, rider of horses and dancer of dances, I thought you'd never ask."[/color]

Imogen was about ready to race down to the arena when she spied a certain shy blonde just leaving the classroom. [color=ffb5c2]"Iiiz,"[/color] she called out behind her. [color=ffb5c2]"We're watching the fight, if you wanna come!"[/color] She extended the invitation but didn't force her. Thickheaded though she may be, she was at least mindful that Iz had more delicate sensibilities and might not enjoy something like that.

[color=ffb5c2]"Okay, Jory, let's go. I wanna be close enough to see their sweat!"[/color] Despite being linked in arms, Imogen practically led the way to the arena in her excitement, all the while prattling on about the different scenarios that could unfold. Like what if Val [color=gray][s]Kia?[/s][/color] actually won, or what if she and Jory tried to fight Professor Mik too? They could do a 2v1 if that evened things out.