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[Twinwolf]

Radia follows her. She fully intends to speak with administration herself later. And get breakfast. Order doesn't matter.

Umbra takes her time with her food. She can get there quickly, with a map or something.

[spümpkin]

Léa notices the attention, giggling. She wiggles her hips as she walks, a bounce in her step.

[TheBiggerFish]

Argus continues suffering a very bad case of male gaze.

[Sanure]

Soon enough, Valencia and Radia arrive at the Auditorium just as Léa, Argus, Kyle, and Syd arrive.

[spümpkin]

Léa takes a seat in the auditorium, motioning for Argus and Kyle to sit with her. She proceeds to grab a notebook and pen, writing something down.

[TheBiggerFish]

Argus does, indeed, sit next to Léa.

[SOLDIER First]

He remains sitting at the table as Syd leaves, because they have fifteen minutes until they need tp go to the auditorium,

[kj1225]

Kyle takes the other seat next to her.
Two teleporting cat people in this school. Great.

[Bluexdog]

Syd sits somewhere near the front ears perked up so he may hear everything going on in the auditorium

[spümpkin]

Kyle and Argus may notice Léas... assets, sitting next to her. Since she is considerably shorter, they will see them from above, as she is also slouching, while writing.

[Bluexdog]

Syd yawns and slouches into a nap

[TheBiggerFish]

Kyle and Argus may notice Léas... assets, sitting next to her. Since she is considerably shorter, they will see them from above, as she is also slouching, while writing.

...
Staaaaare.

[kj1225]

Kyle has the decency to pretend he isn't staring. Which is helped by the fact that he is actually looking about the auditorium as people filter in.

[Bluexdog]

Kyle has the decency to pretend he isn't staring. Which is helped by the fact that he is actually looking about the auditorium as people filter in.

he might see a white/silver tail wagging and matching ears in a front seat

[Chevaleresse]

Meanwhile, Kohaku hears the intercom and decides to wrap up his practice. He picks a battered dummy and takes a few steps back. He inhales deeply and closes his eyes, then raises his blade above his head. He starts a short chant in Japanese. ["The descendant of the blade that slew demon kings. . .] The blade floated up into the space above his head and started to spin faster and faster, going from vertical to horizontal and crackling with energy. ["Can you receive it and stand?"] The blade blurs and transforms into a shining, whirling ring of pure, jagged destructive power. ["Take this; Brahmastra of the East!"] The saw-like attack flings itself at the dummy and both cuts and burns it into near-nothingness, the attack continuing for a foot or two after shattering its target before dissipating. Kohaku pants a bit, sweating at the effort, before he turns to leave. Good, I could do it again. I almost doubted I could manage it after that first night. . .