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Um. Is it alright if I dropped out? I don't think this is the type of stuff I want to deal with.

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Uh, @Scio. Before we continue, can we get a good explanation on the difference between science and technology? Maybe a few rules that tell us how technology and magic interfere with one another?

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It might not even be him who made the helicopter wings. It could have been his family. It says in his profile that his magic was something that was passed down.

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There was a detail in Sodium's post where he said the helicopter blades appeared sword-like. Maybe that's a stylistic choice, but the character's power /is/ to turn things into swords.

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Valechka kept her front turned away from Mikhail, pretending as if she didn't hear him. "Right. Beat up little girl. That will definitely make others think you are big strong man" she mumbled, thinking she was still speaking her native tongue, not knowing that their language had somehow been changed. With that, she chuckled quietly with herself.

Growing up where she did, Valechka was used to things being quiet. In the summer, she harvested fruit and potatoes; late summer, she made kompot with grandmama; in the winter, she'd freeze and hope for the cold to end. It never got that much warmer, and it definitely was not as hot as Four Winds. Valechka didn't like very much. She listened quietly as the stranger introducing himself as one of their instructors began to speak. She was a little skeptical still, after all, witch craft had just been used on her. At least, so it seemed. Then, when he used the word "magic", Valechka had a feeling in her gut that she had made the wrong choice. Granted, she had the feeling since she had arrived on school grounds.

"Convinced?" she thought.

Mere minutes later, Valechka caught a glimpse of something on the corner of her eye. She turned around to see a girl changing into awild animal. She backed away. "Ah!" she screamed, stepping back into Annabelle. She turned around. "Am sorry!" she shouted, then ducked under her ruck sack. She took on a crouching position, potato in hand. She looked ready to attack something.

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Half Russian? Valechka could smell a slav, and this "Mikhail", as he called himself, was not a slav. Sure, he had the scent of cigarette smoke wafting about him, but so did everybody else. Not to mention the cigarette smelled cheaper quality than anything a gopnik back home would ever even dream of being caught smoking. Valechka grimaced. She was in the presence of a mongrel referring himself as a slav. She didn't attack immediately however. She remembered what babushka always said.

"Yes. Very nice." she nodded slowly, trying to hide her feelings of contempt. Any snide comments, she felt were best saved for a later date. "Are we saying where from now?" Valechka turned to face Alice, "from motherland. Unlike half-gopnik over there." She tilted her head at Mikhail, letting go of her previous thoughts of holding back, if only just slightly. At the mention of banding together, Valechka wasn't entirely sure. They were certainly welcoming, though Valechka knew better than to simply trust everybody she came across.

"I do not know. Maybe see around school. Maybe classmates. Not know if team." she excused herself.

"Do not be of worryings my friend," her mood changed, "I will stay close as possible, maybe."

Valechka glimpsed briefly at Nico, looking him up and down. "Look red like babushka's kompot. Maybe get drink of water. Am thinking you are of dehydrated." she remarked, then excused herself to the corner of the group, watching the flank but not saying much.

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Valechka noticed the other girl moving before suddenly coming to a stop. "Cyka blyat!" she shouted, a puff of smoke shooting from the sky. The entire area was dark. She clawed at her face, jumping out of the way of one and into another. "Cyka! Cyka! Cyka!" she shouted, thrashing about before whatever magic it was took control of her, even if the magic was fast enough to overtake the other students before they could do the same.. She was staring up at the sky, though her vision was blotted out. In her mind, Valechka cursed up a storm, however there was not much sound coming from her actual body. An onlooker could possibly believe she was having some kind of seizure, arms postured outward, legs outstretched as if she were hanging from a cross, her limbs completely tensed. "нет! призрак гриль кролика шлюха!"

Before her, appeared an unkempt, casually dressed man. She recognized him as some kind of assailant. "Nyet! Get out of my head cyka!" she shouted internally, unable to do anything. Neither 'poison' nor 'corrupt' sounded like pleasant words to her, nothing she wanted done to herself. "Nyet! Babushka was wrong! I want go home! I want go home!"

The bear-girl wheezed as the smoke left her body. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to, but that did not make it any more pleasant. When she got back to her senses, Valechka returned to thrashing about on the floor. "Cyka blyat!" she shouted, scratching at the air. It seemed she was separated from Annabelle. Valechka relaxed, letting her limbs fall back down to the ground. She picked herself up, deciding it'd be best to look for her old-ish acquaintance. Her round, fluffy, and reasonably sensitive bear-ears were capable of picking up Annabelle's voice, or at least what she thought was such, walking towards it, pushing past crowds of people only to find Annabelle among a crowd of three others.

She held herself back a moment, before stepping up to introduce herself. "Eh. Excuse my friend. My name Valechka. This Annabelle. Eh... we uh... foreign. Da."

@Ayemdar@Letter Bee@January@Nanashi Ninanai

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For a moment, it appeared that Valechka was almost about to have a violent outburst towards the other girl. She didn't like having to say the same thing twice, after all. Valechka's face curled into a tight grimace, body tensing up, hands balled into a fist. Then, she relaxed, takig a deep breathe to calm herself down. Perhaps it was the other girl's reaction with which Valechka believed the other girl could do no harm.

"Nyet. No worries," the bear-girl relaxed, "tsel' i zatem ogon. Is what babushka always say. Valechka can hear her saying right now. Probably is." She scratched herself over the chin. Valechka appeared uncomfortable, not acclimated to the weather or the people. When the other girl had the audacity to laugh at her, Valechka was confused. She didn't find what she had said previously funny. Perhaps it was an insult, though Valechka reasoned that such a person wouldn't say such a thing so upfrontly. "Blin," she sighed, trying to keep herself in check.

After the girl finished her speach, Valechka held a finger up, gesturing her to wait a minute. She got on one knee and took off her ruck sack. Then, she dug through her potatoes to produce a crumpled piece of paper. The paper was unraveled and there was a message inside. "Is welcome letter. Valechka think is what babushka say. Valechka is not of understanding language properly, but think talk about witch craft. Babushka always talk about woods. This not woods though. Too bright, too hot, not enough tree."

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The bear-girl appeared to be a little flustered, talking to the other girl. Used to harsher climates and rougher individuals, this new girl wasn't something Valechka was used to. She had naturally gotten a little bit annoyed, face crinkling up. "I am thinking already told you cyka. My name Valechka. Do not making me be of repeating myself, da? Blin." she answered. She mumbled something in her own language, a little angrily.

Valechka's expression changed from annoyed to bewildered. "Da. Very exciting." she responded. Valeshka's hands cupped in front of her body, arms hanging neutrally in front of her. Her tone of voice had diminished, her "Da" sounding much louder than the following words. Did she... make a friend? She stood silent for a moment.

"When is school of starting? Do you know? Where I go? Where put potatoes?"

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The plane ride was a long one between Russia and Japan. It was surprising that Valechka had been able to scrape enough money for the trip to school. She was first bussed for hours to the airport, where she waited again, alone for the plane to finally arrive. Valechka kept herself busy with folk songs taught to her by her grandmother. Going through customs was difficult. Not only was there a language barrier, Valechka had never gone through an airport before. She went to claim her baggage, a small sack tied together with a strip of paper given to her at the airport she came from, marking it as her's.

Valechka broke a sweat as soon as she left the airport.

When she finally arrived at Four Winds, there were sweat stains in her outfit, especially on her back where she carried her heavy bag. "Finally" she huffed, looking at the colorful display before her. The signs around her seemed to suggest, with Valechka's limited knowledge in the native language, that she was in the right place. She looked around, scanning for others who she may ask for so much as directions, before spotting a lithe, brunette girl standing alone. @Ayemdar

"Hey!" Valechka waved, running toward the girl, trying to stop her. Valechka tugged on the dress of the excited-looking girl. "My name is Valechka Borisovna Borisenko." she introduced, speaking her name in a manner too quick for the average person to catch any individual syllable of. "This Four Winds, yes? Am excited to go to school. We are class mates, yes? Very nice. Nice meet you."