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[AbstractTraitorHero]

(Note has an Irish acsent for obvious reasons)
Aine enters through the front door of the school and tells his horse to go home till he needs him. hello I'm the new student here,I assume I must do registraction my Goodman/gentlelady?

[USEC_OFFICER]

Presumably Aine has already been registered with Red Moons Academy, since he managed to get through the grounds after all. As run-down as the school is, security is still pretty tight. Unauthorized persons aren't allowed onto the grounds for obvious reasons.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

oh I'm already registered?okay so where should I be going right now?

[Akroma]

"Statement: Absolutely correct, Annie. The only things these beds are fit for is trash."
SERAS begins assembling furniture at extreme speeds, fit for a robot.

"Why does mascot get a room with students though?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Aine walks around the school looking for fellow students

[PrivateNomad]

"Answer: I am not a fucking mascot."

[Akroma]

"Hehe, you said a bad word."

[PrivateNomad]

"Retort: This unit will do worse if you do not recognize it as a student of this academy. Nerd."

[Akroma]

"No you."

[PrivateNomad]

"Conclusion: This is bait."

[Akroma]

"No no no, this is bedstand."

Annie said, tightening some screws.

[PrivateNomad]

"This unit cannot believe it is dorming with a low-intelligence human."
"Revelation: Reality sucks."

[Akroma]

Annie does thankfully not understand the insult.

"Oh don't be sad."

[SOLDIER First]

Esi is floating around, examining the furniture Annie placed there.

[PrivateNomad]

"Clarification: This feeling is not sadness, but pity for your species. How you managed to evolve to create technological marvels such as this unit is beyond my calculations."