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Sterling Johnson

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Man, traveling. Stuff really did get boring after the first couple hundred miles, and when you're working with an ocean, there honestly aren't many landmarks to spice the in-between points up.

Gotta love it, huh? Boats.

Unfortunately, that was the easiest way to get back home from Atlas-- by sea. Thus, when family issues happened, he'd ended up having to cut vacation short and, not only that, miss the first couple of weeks of classes. Now, it wasn't as if he looked forward to them, far from it, but if three years prior had taught him anything, it was that he didn't want to have to play catch up if he could help it.

Thankfully, at least granny was still the same tough old lady she ever was, hip of bone or titanium.

Leaning back on the wall, he whipped out his scroll, artificial arm dancing across the keyboard with just as much fluidity as any flesh and bone.

Messages --> Contacts --> Team --> Group Message

should be back in vale tomorrow

anything fun over there? the freshmen even shorter than last year?

Smirking, he awaited a response from the two (or three now, right?) ladies back home.

Er, home away from home.

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Luke Schwarz -- Roaming the halls

"What..."

What the hell had just happened there?!

Everything had gone by so fast, and he'd only just gotten there behind the crowd after poor Cian had, understandably, elected to not get closer to the nigh-unbearable din. And in hindsight, 20/20 as it ever was, he really did wish he'd stayed there with her...

I mean, if it weren't for my aura, I'm fairly sure my eardrums'd be bleeding.

Brushing past a tall, toned upperclassman, he turned with a polite apology on his li--

Ho-ly--

L O N D O N

A few seconds passed as he found himself staring after her retreating form, ahoge standing at attention, but evidently not being noteworthy enough to warrant any reaction as she turned down the hall towards her class, wherever that was.

Wouldn't he like to kno-- He needed to stop skirting the line of creepster.

Focus, Luke!

Picking his jaw up off the floor and shaking about four paragraphs worth of raving prose about the senior's powerful, lioness-like form from his brain, the black-haired freshman recomposed himself and continued back down the hall for Math. Now, where was he?

Right. Whatever the heck had just happened back there. Having shown up late, he'd have to ask around.

Opening the door to the still mostly-empty classroom, he tried to go back over things again, sparing Cian a nod as he took his seat behind her.

Mom's gonna love hearing about today...
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