1--then the unnamed feeling takes me away

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[Zak has been standing at the Garden entrance for a little bit. It was one thing to be told that yes, his transfer request had gone through. It was another thing entirely to be standing at the doors of Balamb, acceptance letter in hand.]

I can't believe they actually let me go.

[That is a grumble. He picks up his ratty duffel bag and shoves his way in through the Garden doors, a satisfied smile on his face. All snark aside, he really was happy to be here. It felt like a load had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Now, if he only could make the grade here, right?]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Let ya go? What are ya, a convict or something? [Well hello random human, hope you enjoy your new company, having heard you talk to yourself like a mad person, not that he doesn't talk to himself at times too.]

[He can't help but but into other people's business, especially with so many interesting people out and about. Normally it was just trolls and the occasionally online human. But here? There was a fucking plethora of people to fuck with . Awesome.]

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

It only felt that way. I guess. Didn't like the place I was before I came here.

[Not that Zak turned to face his new companion, though enjoy the startled look when he *does*, Tavros. But it's quickly stifled under the general disillusionment he affects.]

Victim of Time Compression, huh? I heard about that. [Master of the Obvious, yes.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

So it seems. Can't say I can complain, things were going to shit back where I popped in from. Guess all the fuckers back home are just gonna burn. [Shrugs, not taking any notice to the kid's reaction when he gets a little startled. Kind of getting to be a normal thing now, people jumping ay his appearance. He's just so stunning, I know.]

So where was the place you came from then?

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

Galbadia Garden. [He spits the first part, practically. No love for Galbadia here, none at all.]

So since you found yourself here, you're one of the lucky ones, too? [He sort of gives something between a snort and a chuckle at that.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Sure lucky, this place is a fucking miracle my friend, I'm sorry happy to be here, talking to people that don't really fucking matter. [Rolls eyes, taking in a heavy breath.]

But since everyone was dying back home I 'spose this is a step up.

[bunnypassingby]

Who let you go?

[This is not the usual reaction Mikuru sees from newcomers.]

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

Galbadia. I didn't think they'd let me transfer here. [It's a somewhat self-deprecating smile Zak has on his face. Then he shrugs.]

Well, at least I'm here now, I guess. [good at personal interaction? wut?]

[bunnypassingby]

Congratulations, then! [This is a warm smile; someone being, as far as Mikuru can tell, happy to be here is a nice change.] I'm Mikuru; welcome to Garden.

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[Not far off the mark, either; he's not the happiest of individuals in general, but being in Balamb? Yeah, he likes that.] Thanks. I'm actually glad to be here. Sort of a dream come true finally, I guess.

[But he's at least smiling a little.] I'm Zak.

[bunnypassingby]

Why did you want to come to Balamb Garden? Is it really so much better than Galbadia? [Forgive her curiosity; the only other Garden Mikuru's seen is Trabia.]

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

[Can't help stopping to look at him. Hmm, he reminds her a little of Troy...] Hey! Just arrived, right?

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just got here. Came from Galbadia Garden. [Which is probably as unsettling to someone else as it is to him, but Zak is paying no attention to this right now. He shakes his head.]

I transferred, I mean.

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well, it's good to have you here anyways. [beams, gesturing towards the rest of the campus] Want me to show you around? I know how it can be on the first day.

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

I did come from a Garden...[But he lets that trail off, because really, what could it hurt? Zak shrugs, finally.]

Sure, why not? Zakari Aetherun. [That's by way of introduction, and he nods.]

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. They look the same, I guess. [She starts walking, though it's slower than usual] You still want it? Or should I just let you head off...?

I'm Gabriella Montez, by the way. [beams] It's good to meet you.

[black-wildheart.livejournal.com]

[There's what looks like a big wolfy dog padding towards Zak and the Garden entrance. It starts striding alongside him, grinning.]

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

Interesting welcoming committee... [Zak knew that Galbadia didn't allow pets, but maybe Balamb's different. So he doesn't protest being followed. Though hopefully nobody thinks this is his dog...]

[black-wildheart.livejournal.com]

[Volug pads alongside Zak for a moment, then turns back into his human form. Hi Zak, you're suddenly next to a 6'1" muscly guy with a big, bushy tail and no shirt.]

Where do you come from, beorc? Are you an inhabitant of this world?

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[At the unexpected shapeshift, Zak lets out a startled yell and nearly falls over, just catching himself. He does back up a little, and he dropped his duffel again.]

Yes! Yes, I am! Hyne! I transferred in from Galbadia Garden, okay?

[Zak takes a moment to catch his breath.] What's a beorc? And what ARE you?

[So much for listening to the Headmaster's request in the welcome letter, right?]

[black-wildheart.livejournal.com]

[Volug looks extremely entertained. He's grinning, in fact. The beorc in Hatari all know about the laguz, so they're near impossible to startle.]

"My name is Volug, and I am laguz. You without fangs and claws, you are beorc." He pauses. "Galbadia Garden? That is a different garden than this one, yes? A sister?"

[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta usually hangs in the lobby whenever she is outside of her room or the training center, but today she finds herself at the entrance. She still isn't use to the sun so she has a pretty strange looking makeshift hat made out of twigs and leaves on her head to block it out.]

[She noticed Zak standing at the entrance, and at first she didn't make too much of it. It was only when he remained there that she wondered if maybe he was new or lost. She debated for a moment, before tentatively going up to him]

Hello, um, are you new? Do you need help with anything?

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[If he hadn't seen Tavros, he probably would have been a bit more disturbed by Nepeta's appearance. But he had, and so he actually offers a tentative sort of smile. Be nice to the outsiders, right.]

I am new, but I'm sort of all taking it in. Still, I'm glad to be here, you know?

You been here long? [The hat is...really weird, but Zak decides it's probably best not to comment.]

[moirailcompass]

About two weeks, I think.

[He took note of what he said, he was happy to be here. It made her wonder--]

Are you a native to this world then?

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I am. I just transferred here from Galbadia Garden.

[And boy is Zak happy to shake the dust of that place off his feet.]

So you're stuck here thanks to Time Compression, too, I guess? I met someone else who kind of looks like you do. That's what he said, anyway.

[moirailcompass]

Galbadia Garden? Is that another place like this?

[Nepeta hasn't exactly been attentive to the network and everything she has been told for the time she has been here.]

Yea, that's what they told me too, at least. Though when it comes to time I...usually just accept things and leave it to the people who understand it.