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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. ]

[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?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

No where near. I'm pretty sure that's in your galaxy, not mine. But eh, I don't really want anything to do with yours. [Smiles, shrugging a little bit as he stood nest to her. Bit of an attitude? That was nice, among other things. What was with all these fine as men and women wandering around here? Jegus.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Ha, good. We can hardly stop tearing each other apart, forget meeting aliens. [ She smirks and drags slowly on her cigarette. ] Either way, you're stuck with us now, space kid.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Ah huh, I got that, how fucking wonderful. Hopefully I don't knock my own block off from complete embarrassment from having to share this place with the lot of you. [Smiles, giving a small shrug.]

But don't worry babe, I'm sure I'll manage. It's important that I stick around to be a good role model, right?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She snorts into her cigarette, coughs a few times, then laughs. ]

'Babe'? Give me a break. You're what, twelve?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Six, actually. [Smirk.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Okay wait. ]

Well that's just plain creepy.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

YEP. But uh, I'm pretty sure by human standards I'm thirteen? Fourteen? I don't give a shit. [Ain't creepy at all. Unless this boy is just too much to take. I know girl, I know, you're wondering how a kid can have this much swag. I don't even know myself. Just accept it.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

...still weird. How 'bout you wait until your balls drop, first.

[ He just might make her laugh to death... ]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

You'll be the first I call. [Wink wink.]

What about you? Age, that is. Since I already asked you name and that question is still lingering.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She makes an amused hum. ]

What is this, an AOL chatroom? Though at least I know you're not secretly an overweight sixty-two-year-old. [ A pause. ] Besides, it's pretty much none of your business.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

The fuck's AOL? [Raises an eyebrow.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She shakes her head. ] You know what? Forget it. You're not from around here either, are you?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

And you're not the fastest hoofbeast at the ranch. No shit I'm not from here either. Jegus. [Eyes rolling, just for you man.]

[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.]

[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.]