[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3ua3YY5.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][indent]Pressing into the courtyard, Saika took stock of the gathered horde. Tons of kids, more than she could count—or could be asked to, anyway—in every flavor of freak and geek you could ask for. In a way, it reminded her of her old school, and frankly it wasn’t a mark in Ishin’s favor, but she couldn’t hold that against it, either.

[i][color=red][sub]Alright alright, enough moping. Don’t make Murasame late on the first day.[/sub][/color][/i]

Tossing her goke, and the rest of her own bag into the trash, she started towards the main building. “[color=red]M’kay, so, we’re just supposed to head into the auditorium, right? God, think they’re gonna give us some spiel ‘[i]responsibility[/i]’ and ‘[i]national pride[/i]’? Guess that sorta thing’s a big deal here.[/color]” 

Truth be told, Saika wasn’t much of a patriot. She wasn’t out protesting in the streets or anything either, but she knew for a fact that her love for the country hadn’t been what got her in. Hell, she figured it wouldn’t be long before she got barked at for wearing a shirt with English on it, but that was nothing new. 

Before she could worry over it any more, she spotted a very distinctive, very [i]aquatic[/i] figure near the entrance. A guilty leaden ball dropped into Saika’s gut, and she quickly shimmied to Murasame’s other side, using his bulk to shield herself, albeit subtly.

“[color=red]Shitshitshit, hey, buddy, hey. See that girl over there? Tall, with the hair. Looks like she’s about to turn into a fishcicle?[/color]” she said, nodding. “[color=red]Great girl, like I said. Awesome, really. Thing is, I’m late, and she’s prolly been waiting out here ‘cause I forgot to text her. I got her some WcDenji’s, but I need a bit to think of what to say so I don’t get sprayed. So here’s the deal—you let me hide behind you on the way in, and I’ll introduce you later. Sound good?[/color]”[/indent]