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[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is in the lobby, pacing back and forth with the course catalog in one hand and a sheet of paper covered in faintly Arabic-looking handwriting and random English letters in the other. He's frowning alternately at each of the items, and occasionally muttering badly accented English words under his breath and waiting for his translator to respond in a musical foreign tongue.]

...Weapons. [It responds, and he sticks the sheet of paper in his mouth for a moment to scribble on the course catalog with the stub of a pencil.] Specialist.

[Nothing; he frowns more deeply and repeats the word with several different emphases until the translator responds. He mutters something under his breath in the same musical language.]

Damn it to the deepest hell. [...says the device.] Fighters. What a waste of time.

[A thick pencil line goes through that entire paragraph, and he turns his attention to the next, consulting the piece of paper once more.]

Para....

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[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta has returned to her habit of spending time in the lobby to look for new arrivals. You never knew when someone you knew would waltz in. She's been there a while with some of her textbooks and has noticed Lucas and how preoccupied he seems. At first she decides to mind her own business, but after a moment she sets her books aside and makes her way over to him.]

Hey. Are you alright? You seem purrty frustrated there.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

[He starts, staring at the ... girl? What is she doing dressed up like that? Horns, makeup that gives her the skin of someone three weeks dead-- he makes a face.]

Fine, thank you. Trying to make sense of this. [He flicks a hand dismissively at the course catalog and tucks his phonics cheat-sheet into the back cover.]

Do you read this language?

[moirailcompass]

[She nods]

Do you need help with any of it?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

If you could read this section out loud I would be obliged.

[He holds the catalog out, looking less than pleased, one finger tapping the Para-magic major course list.] What are all these for? Are they numbers?

[moirailcompass]

[She took the catalog, giving it a look and began to read]

These are each specializations. There are some classes that are mandatory to take, so you don't have to choose right away if you want to get those out of the way first, but after some time you choose one or two. Just a concentration. The numbers are class numbers. Some are basic classes---those are the lower ones, and then there are more advanced classes which sometimes require that you take a different course furst.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

...I see. They aren't set, then. You have to choose which of them you take, in which order?

[Ugh, too complicated.]

[moirailcompass]

[She nodded] As long as you make sure to check out prerequisites some classes may have, it's completely up to you when to take what.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[He goes back to staring at the book, willing the letters to make more sense.] Who are you?

[moirailcompass]

Me? My name is Nepeta Leijon. What's yours?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Lucas Wingham. [Her name is odd, but positively normal compared to her looks; he reserves comment.]

[moirailcompass]

[Don't worry Lucas, even if you did she'd take it in stride. She's kinda use to it.]

Nice to meet you, Lucas. I take it you just arrived here?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Today. Yes.

I've been trying to teach myself this stupid language. [He flicks a hand at the course catalog.]

[moirailcompass]

Well you speak it purrty well [The accent was a bit difficult sometimes, but not impossible to understand]

I'm purrty sure they have classes fur people who have difficulty with it.

Heh, sorry, he's still relying on the machine! ;;

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

...that's the translator.

Ah. I will have to enroll in one.

dsfji OOPs. No worries, tis my slip up xD

[moirailcompass]

[--whoops. Now she felt silly. She blushed a light green as her expression became sheepish.]

Oh! Eheh, I see. [She nods] They're purrty helpful in those classes. They're a bit more focused on the individual--to be expected since we get people furrom all sorts of places that speak diffurent languages.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

I see. That sounds useful -

[Is she turning green?] Do you feel well?

[moirailcompass]

[Blink, blink. Pause.] Yea, I'm fine. Why do you ask?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

You're... turning an odd color.

[moirailcompass]

[She stared blankly at him for a moment, touching her face in concern before it finally clicked. She knew all humans had red blood--heck, most creatures period had red blood, but it was still hard to recall this fact in her day to day living. He had to be talking about her blushing. Which was green. Which must be unusual for him. That of course only served to make her blush more.]

Oh it's...I think I know what you mean. My face is turning green right?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

What is that? [And it was only getting greener.]

[moirailcompass]

Well. That's beclaws I got embarrassed. Us trolls, we have diffurent colored blood furrom humans. [Well, most of them anyway] So we blush diffurrently.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

... Your blood is green?

[He's not sure he believes any of this at all. She's messing with him... isn't she?]

[moirailcompass]

Olive green to be exact. I have some furriends who have diffurent colors too.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Why? Even animals have red blood.

[Still dubious -- she looks very strange, but that's makeup... isn't it?]

[moirailcompass]

Well that's kinda a weird question. Why do you have red blood? That's just sorta the way your body works, isn't it?

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but you are human -- aren't you?

[moirailcompass]

[She shakes her head] Nope! I'm troll. You'll find there are all kinds of diffurent species here.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

I... see.

[He shakes off the surprise, visibly trying to pretend that this is perfectly normal.]

I suppose that it only makes sense, with people from different ... worlds.