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[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden had never wanted to go back to school once she'd left it. Too many people getting into her business, too many professors getting on her case, too much pressure, too much work, too much noise, too much everything.

But magical high school? In another dimension? She was liking the whole 'blank slate' idea; the lack of stoning and gang violence was just an added bonus. The outside world was hostile to people with powers? Fuck, as far as Kiden was concerned, if she could get out of here without anyone ever even thinking she had powers, she'd be happy.

So she'd spent the last few days getting her stuff in order, avoiding her roommate and getting a feel for campus. She took advantage of No-Time to get to all sorts of otherwise hard-to-access places and christening them with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke.

She was going to make herself right at home, and fuck anyone who thought otherwise. ]


[[ooc. Due to the nature of her powers, Kiden can legit be anywhere you feel like finding her, though she'll usually only show up in public places to avoid akward questions. If you are one of her teachers, you can come get your preliminary insults introduced! =D ]]

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[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Stake out the Garage long enough and she might see an interesting sight -- Snow whipping into it on his hoverbike -- coat trailing out behind him as he eases it down into its parking spot. Definitely a high-tech device even by Garden standards, and it shows.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She watches Snow pull in with thinly-veiled interest. That is indeed a-- ]

Nice bike.

[ But does it still have the Shiva sisters' faces on it? ]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Nope, this bike predates his Eidolon after all. It may have some slight scorch marks from being in the middle of a fireworks show though.]

Thanks. Don't ask me what it's doing here, but I'm sure not gonna complain.

[He takes note of her smoking with a mild raise of an eyebrow and not much more.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She's gonna follow his lead and not mention the smoking thing either, haha. She surveys the damage, the marks of burnt metal on the chassis. ] Looks like it's seen better days.

[ She's looking intently at the spot where the bike is notably not touching ground, still excited. The only thing that could top this is a flying car, but she hasn't seen one of those yet. ]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

What, all this? [He rubs a thumb over one of the small scorches with a grin.] That was the best night of my life.

I'm guessing they don't have AMP or manadrives where you're from, huh?

[He'd noticed that interest.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She grins easily around her cigarette. ] Sure sounds like an exciting night. Don't know about that other shit, though.

[ Unless he's talking about amphetamines, but she doubts it. Either way, she glances at him, so unused to hesitation, before crouching to look more closely at what's keeping it in the air. She reaches out a hand, wondering if she could swipe it under the bike... ]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Antimatter manipulation principle. It's kind of like paramagic, actually. It's not really magic, but it works kind of the same. Keeps the thing up and makes it go. It's in the coat, too.

[He thumps the shoulder of the coat with his knuckles.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He really was getting tired of humans and SEEING them, but this one was doing something he hadn't seen yet. I.E. the smoking. What the hell was that? Some kind of human drug? Excuse the strange troll kid wandering over and leaning against the wall she was leaned against. Tavros watched for a moment then smiled, arms crossing over his chest.]

So what the hell is that thing? [He asks bluntly, gesturing to the cigarette.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden paused, brow arching. She puffed out a trail of smoke, turning to eye Tavros; the horns were pretty jarring, not to mention the grey skin, but she was otherwise digging the hair. Plus, after watching a friend turn into a werecat, her tolerance for weird was pretty damn high. She figured he was a mutant, like her. ]

It's a cigarette...? [ Said in a tone similar to: 'do you live under a rock?' ]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Which is? Come on man, starting at base one here. [He rolled his eyes, hands moving to his pockets.]

Human thing?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Her first thought when he says that he looks human, or at least more human than some mutants she's heard about. She considers him, taking in the horns again: a demon? An alien? ] It's a paper roll with tobacco and a ton of other shit in it. You set it on fire and breathe the smoke.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Aight, so it's a drug. That's what I thought. Haven't seen any human drugs yet.

By the way, name's Tav. You?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Dryly, but not without amusement. 'Aight'? Really? ] Nothing gets past you, huh. You from Mars or something?

[moirailcompass]

[The balcony in the training center had become a sort of safe haven for Nepeta. She didn't think she would really need it as much now that Equius was here, but it was still nice to get some time alone.

For all her friendliness, she just wasn't use to being in such a populated place and it sometimes got overwhelming. The balcony was often empty, even if littered with traces of other students having been there.

She was coming in from the forest, slowly moving on all fours with her ears pointed upward and tail high in the air as per usual. She just finished climbing the top of the stairs when she saw that today there was already someone there, and she backtracked a bit, peering at her from over the top of the stairs so only the top of her head and tail could be seen.

Who was this? She couldn't help but be a little wary at first since she smelled strange--or more accurately, that stick she was carrying smelled strange.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden had no idea she had a visitor--she'd just been enjoying the fresh air. That is, until she heard some noise from the staircase.

Turning back lightly, she could make out--ears and a tail? Orange ears. A green tail.

What. ]

I don't bite.

[ It was all she called out before turning back to the railing and leaning lightly against it. The other...person? Could decide what they would do next. ]

[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta remained there for a while long before finally making her way over to Kiden, keeping close to the ground. She didn't seem hostile, at least not openly. No, she just seemed like someone who was just looking for some quiet like her.

She made her way over to the balcony, folding her legs under her once she reached the railing and looking down. The view from here was great, definitely not something she could see herself becoming tired of soon.]

[For a moment she just enjoyed the view and silence, but soon the smoke reached her sensitive nose, making it twitch. She looked up at Kiden curiously, before she finally had to ask.]

What is that?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden was mildly surprised when her unexpected guest turned out to be a young girl. The 'ears' she'd seen earlier were actually horns, and her skin was the color of ash. Kiden's gaze was briefly met by two yellow

Kiden was pretty impervious to surprises by now, so she nonchalantly turned back to the railing. The silence stretched comfortably between them, until Nepeta broke it, making Kiden glance sideways. ]

What's what? This? [ She held up the cigarette. ] It's a cigarette.

[moirailcompass]

[She looks at the cigarette curiously, and lifts her head somewhat so she could take a closer sniff but immediately jerks her head back and turns it away so she could give a small cough.]

What is it fur?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden lets her approach, again struck by the yellow eyes like round plates. The girl looks like a kitten. ]

It's for smoking. [ Puff puff. ] You're not human, are you? [ Because you'd have to live under a rock--twenty rocks--not to know what a cigarette is otherwise. ]

[dropkickprince.livejournal.com]

[ You can't avoid your roommate forever, Kiden. As it is, Chie finds the perfect moment to come back to their room from training, jacket tied around her waist and nose picking up a hint of cigarette smoke. She's not sure if it's been done in the common room, or if the blonde girl brought it in with her.

Regardless, her face scrunches a little. Souji's uncle smoked plenty around them, but she'd rather not get in trouble for not telling any of the instructors or staff about her apparent roomie smoking. ]

Please say you're at least not smoking in here.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ If only...

Kiden, lazing in her bunk, looks up when the other girl enters. Her eyes sweep over Chie critically, taking stock: Asian, petite, sporty, and if the expression is anything to go by? A hardass. She's probably never even had a beer in her life, thinks Kiden. She remembers they'd mentioned the other girl's name when they'd handed her the info slip with her dorm assignment. Chi-yay, or something. Her last name had gone into one ear and out the other, though Kiden had the distinct impression it started with S.

Kiden returned the wrinkled nose, propping herself up on her elbows. ]

I'm not retarded, thanks. [ No, if Kiden wants to smoke, there are more subtle places to do it. If she wants to piss people off, there are less subtle places to do it. As it is, she doesn't keep her cigarette stash or even her lighter in here--the smell is just as easily attributed to other things, if a monitor passes by.

...No, Chie's well-being isn't very high on Kiden's priority list. Sorry, Chie. ]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[Out in the Quad, Greece has gotten used to snoozing on the benches. Old habits die hard -- and if he has to sleep, he'd rather do it outdoors; the fresh air and plant-life make being away from home marginally better.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Hope you like the lovely aroma of cigarettes, Greece, because there is a girl smoking not far from you. ]

[austering.livejournal.com]

[You know that guy that kind of looks like he fell out of a biker gang, at one point? And teaches that one class that's totally a pain in the ass?

Yeah.

Watch out for running into him. Literally. With stacks of books.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden sees the ambulant stack(s) of books coming, a bit too late. She can gauge by its trajectory that frontal collision is inevitable. Under normal circumstances, she'd just snap into No Time and that'd be that, but she's already used No Time a few times this week and while no one has noticed so far, she doesn't want to push her luck.

Beside, it's just books, right?

--well, turns out that when you weigh less than a hundred soaking wet, having a pile of books ram you in the chest (and then fall on top of you when you inevitably get knocked down) hurts like a bitch. ]

Fucking ow.