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D --> What the dickens is this Homecoming f001ishness about
D --> And why are we e%pected to elect royalty for it
D --> One is not elected into royalty, you are born into it, or you usurp it
D --> As a b100b100d, I believe I am the only one on this campus qualified for aspirations of aristocracy
D --> Not to mention, I'm the only one with any of the poise and dignity for such a role

Mitsuru 002 || [Lunch//Monday]

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((OOC: With a wee bit of backdating.))

[Mitsuru takes to the first day of school as if she was born to it, and getting up at 6:00 AM and learning about military strategy and para-magic was all part of a normal day. She moves through the morning classes without faltering, pen in hand and book bag close by. Notes are taken, material is absorbed, and through it all she keeps a steady, composed mask on.

That mask stays in place up until lunch break. Specifically, about fifteen minutes past noon. Lunch is eaten quickly, to the point that she barely tastes any of it, and then it's a straight line out of the cafeteria and to another spoke off the wheel. That tour of the Garden stays fresh in her mind, and she makes good time, wasting very little of the break with trying to find her way to the library. Once there, she's quick to pick out where all the books on Guardian Forces and Para-Magic have been placed. And makes record time in putting half of them on a study table, and frowning over the material.

Most of the lectures, she was able to take in stride. But getting into the theory of what a Guardian Force was…It still makes her feel restless, and causes an odd sense of deja vu to wash over her. Penthesilea isn't helping much in that regard, either. The Persona had been quiet during the daylight hours, but now is insistent on pressing up against her thoughts…And making it that much harder to process the material in front of her.

Mitsuru frowns again, and sets back into reading with a will.]

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So which asshole thought putting my name up on the nomin8tion sheet was a good idea?

8ecause it wasn't.

No way am I going to w8ste my time for something so stupid just to put a crown on my head and hold some flowers!!!!!!!!
I've seen this twice already and 8oth times were equally 8oring and redundant.
Instead of a dance we should have something else!
Something like, I don't know,
A dueling match!
No holds 8arred!!!!!!!!

Waaaaaaaay more exciting than some dance.

[action - lobby] - 01 Krypton

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[This teen is pretty tall for his age and his upper back is pretty solid in the black shirt with the red S shield he's wearing, no one could miss him (unless they were purposefully ignoring him). He doesn't look too impressed, either, more confused than angry (his short temper and anger issues will crop up soon enough!) as he glares down at the directory with a furrowed brow. He folds his arms across his chest and only grows all the more frustrated as his eyes dart over the screen to better understand the layout of the map laid out in front of him.

Too bad Robin wasn't around to help him, that kid was so tech savvy that Superboy sometimes wondered if the Boy Wonder had been born for just that purpose alone, to understand computers and software.

But how did he come to be here in the first place? They had just left Bialya. Everyone was preparing to head home for a good night's rest. Closed his eyes and bam, Superboy found himself not in his usual closet where he had stood asleep hours ago but in some strange and unfamiliar place.]