Epiphany

Operation: Psych-Out

I'm so sorry, a lot of things are happening in my life right now, so I probably won't be able to post soon.

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I'll post tomorrow, I swear.

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"Anzhelika. Yeah, perfect-" She paused when the sudden roar of thunder echoed throughout the school campus. This made her flinch slightly, it appeared as thought the headmaster already had gotten on her nerves, but she kept that feeling down. That little arrival was a little too much, more than the Russian boy, Nikolai. Anzhelika let go of her suitcase handle and crossed her arms, glancing over at Beth whom read the man's mind, showing everyone that she was a telepath. Impressive. The Russian hid her chin in the neck of her sweater, it wasn't cold, it was just a slight habit of hers that got to her when she wasn't paying attention. Her bottom lip held the neck of the sweater up as she stared at the other students, seeing if they were just as shocked or annoyed as she was.

"...I would like for each and every one of you to at least tell us what your ability is while we wait for my assistant."

This caused her to turn her attention back towards the headmaster. Why now? They just got here. "Maybe we can do this when go inside and relax." She would have said situated, but sadly, Anzhelika couldn't quite pronounce that yet. She squinted slightly at the headmaster, he looked like the kind of person that would rush things and that was something she didn't approve of. "...Just saying." She added one small bit to her sentence before quieting down.

Her fingers gripped the sides of her sweater while her arms still remained crossed. The girl let out a small sigh as she looked back over at the other students.

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Lmao psh
it's all good in the hood.

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HellHoundWoof said
We have three Ruskies.

I believe there are only two.

Also
Ray has red eyes and white hair(I think, I'm looking at everyone's character image). The headmaster is probably referring to him.

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Everyone enjoys my russian girl huehuehue

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"Eh." All of sudden, people began to show off their powers, which was rather impressive though intensely annoying. The much louder fellow was Russian as well, surprising to find one of her own here. "Успокойся." Anzhelika simply stated.

If this was a competition, Anzhelika would be happy to tag along in it. She glanced at the pink haired girl, squinting at her and taking note of peculiar facial features. "Beth, yes?" She muttered, trying to remember her name as well as everyone else's. "I hope you do not mind." The Russian girl gave her a heads up before morphing into an exact image of her, of course, this was an illusion, one of many Anzhelika's parlor tricks. She ran her fingers through her false pink hair and stared at Beth for awhile, making sure she didn't leave out any special features. Soon, Anzhelika reverted back to her original form. "Tadaaah~" She gave a slight jazz hands and chuckled lightly. "Not as big as making windows explode but still..." What was that word? "Fantastic?"

She had much more, but for now, Anzhelika did the small stuff. The girl placed both of her hands on her suitcase and leaned on it slightly, feeling rather proud of her actions.

((OOC Translation for the Russian: 'Calm down.'))

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Was this a hostile environment?

The students began to stare at one another, examining each other for information and tidbits that they could use for future reference. "I am Anzehlika." She said as others began to introduce themselves, rather awkwardly might she add. This caused the girl to sink back a bit and stand beside her luggage, listening to the conversations that somewhat erupted.

Anzhelika managed to pick up quite a few English words from studying, she knew greeting lines, questions, most of the vocabulary though still was rather knew to the concept of complicated sentences. The confident Russian was proud of her skills, but didn't want to embarrass herself when it came to a word she hadn't learned yet.

She ran her fingers through her the tips of her braids, intertwining her hair with her index finger. They all looked antsy, most at least, like chickens in a slaughterhouse. Anzhelika let out a small sigh as she looked up at the school. It was a great sight to see, but the school's urge to get them here was rather upsetting.

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After receiving the letter of acceptance from the school, Anzhelika packed her bags and headed off, leaving her home in Moscow for a new style of life. The flight to get to the school was rather long, almost taking 10 hours and a few breaks in between. Earlier Anzhelika had said goodbye to her mother, and the woman waved back, almost glad that she didn't have to deal with another living being.

The Russian girl was practically worn out but managed to stay awake. She tugged at her luggage and got off of the plane, her eyes being immersed in a different light. "This is... America?" Anzhelika murmured in her thick accent as she was escorted out by a lean man in a suit. He didn't converse with her, nor did he want to at the moment. The two silently walked out to a black Sedan. The man took her luggage and placed it in the trunk of the car, and once he finished, he opened the back door for her and gestured her to climb inside. This caused Anzhelika to be somewhat flattered at his hospitality towards her, though she ended up realizing that it was protocol. She watched as he closed the door and walked around to get into the drivers side, thus beginning another long ride to the school.

Anzhelika placed her hands on her lap and clasped her hands together, letting out a small sigh as she stared out the window. America wasn't as impressive as she thought it was, it was like Russia though the only difference was that they spoke English and the streets were much more... Disorderly. She squinted as she tried to decipher the text on the billboards that hovered beside buildings, most promoting fast food or beauty care products. "How much do Americans consume?" The girl turned her head towards the driver, hoping he would speak to her during the ride.
"Consume what?" He finally spoke up after a minute or two.
"Food." Anzhelika replied, a curious glint in her eyes as she leaned back in her seat.
"A lot." He simply stated, "I'm not supposed to talk to you."
"Why not?"
"Protocol."
That word again. The two simply left it at that. Anzhelika stared back out the window waiting for the time to pass, she was close to falling asleep but managed to stay awake during the duration of the ride.

"We're here." The man slowly stopped the vehicle and got out, he went to pull out her luggage before letting her out of the car. "Welcome to the Academy." He said as Anzhelika got out and placed her hand on the handle of her suitcase. It appeared as though other students came here before her, so she walked up to them, giving them a slight wave and a 'Hello'.