Just a little odd. (open to all)

[Valkyrie Cane]

"Cobb, I would appreciate some manner of silence, It's my first day let me go through it without your interference..."

"моя сладкая, Позвольте мне пройти через это без вашего вмешательства, это какая-то шутка, вам смешно сестра, и привлекательным предложение, но нет."

"In english brother, we are in America."


"I dont see any need to repeat..."

"An appealing offer but no?"

"About me staying silent all day....don't forget, it's my first day too sis."

"Yes brother I know."

"Something wrong?"

"Please, my only request Cobb, don't start a fight."

And with that Cobb was silent. Valkyrie had been standing outside the school, the feeling of an imaginary person walking beside her as it always had. Her brother, experiencing everything she did, he was her shadow. Since coming from Russia she had found it rather easy to use the otherwise useless computer equipment in her brain to automatically allow her to speak English perfectly. Cobb on the other hand still preferred using Russian forcing her computer systems to work over time and convert the two. Yet brother was always there for her...always looking out for her.

Kyrie too a giant breathe and stepped onto the school grounds, her school bag in hand. Her body was tense as she looked around. This was nerve racking...where to go? What to do? Everything felt downright scary. Yet he face remained placid and emotionless. None of these things she felt ever showed through once as she made her way to the front office and grabbed her schedule from the nice lady. She then turned and looked outside the window, scanning in the faces to her memory. Walking back out she walked to her first class avoiding one hall way fight with ease. However the second occurred right in front of her.


"VATCH OUT!" her brother shouted through her lips. She immediately covered her mouth as she fell and the punch from the other guys fist pummeled the locker near her. Kyrie fell to the ground and managed to sit back up, her face looking blank and distant, yet her hands still clung to her lips. She hoped no one had heard the male voice as her brother had used her again. She knew it had been for her but...inside her head she could hear his pleading for her safety, but her face remained calm. As if it hadn't effected her she turned to look at the guy with a bored look. Yet inside she was shaking, and it was obvious by the fact the rest of her body began to shake slightly even though her face remained as stone like as possible.

'Kyrie!' the voice plead.

Kyrie turned and picked up her bag and megaphone and bolted around the corner before the guy could realize she had even been present at the fight at all. Once around the corner she placed her hand to heart and looked at it curiously. Her very human heart....was racing.

[Bishop]

Such monotone disorder.

Bishop gritted his teeth, his mouth hidden behind his coffee mug. The gritting was replaced with a jaded grin within a second. He just remembered that he was optimistic on his first day here. Oh how he looked forward to teach the kids here about the basics of high school algebra!

Expertly the young man weaved through the half-dozen amateurish brawls that stood between him and his morning session. He'd been there and done that. Nothing short of actual fireball throwing would impress him. Decapitating uppercuts might do the trick too.

Or so Bishop thought, until unnatural hair colors got thrown into the mix. The slim Persian couldn't help but turn his head as he dodged a misplaced kick, taking note of the--

Is that friggin' teal?

--yes, the teal hair on top an unknown, but hard to miss, short girl that was dodging the same fight as her. Mir subconsciously side-stepped to the left, dodging a punch that went straight towards the object of his attention. And that's when his left eyebrow jumped so high it reached his scalp.

A quite masculine voice came out of the tiny body, before it took the punch that Bishop had just evaded. The man immediately looked straight in front of him, then took a long sip from his cup as he took a couple of steps forward, taking a slight lead on the girl.

He calmly turned the corner and rested his back against the lockers, taking a minute to make sure if what he heard was right. The young man shook his head, then murmured a few words to himself.

"I still didn't have my full dose." He was referring to the black liquid in his cup as he chuckled. The Persian man wondered if he'd get his question answered, then that same mystery girl appeared on the opposite side of the corner, appearing to recoup after the incident.

Opportunity, you sonuvabitch.

With a smirk, the young man took a couple of steps forward, cutting the distance between himself and his target to a comfortable six feet. Despite the distance, there was no doubt that he was towering the lass.

"Still alive, eh?" The young man's Canadian roots betrayed him as he nonchalantly started the small talk with a crooked half-grin.

[Valkyrie Cane]

She blinked up at him quietly. "So it seems..." she said just as quietly as she had looked. This man, who was he? He had come out of no where. Yet here he was towering over her. Kyrie continued to stare at him blankly. She was unsure of what to do at all. First day at a new school and she had already almost died...literally. Well not literally, she would have survived that, but the worst part was that the masculine voice of her brother had come out of her mouth within the first hour of being here. Was this why this man had followed her? Cornered her? She just stared at him, these thoughts crossing her mind.

Meanwhile Cobb was spouting out a string of profanities, and pouting about the fact she was ALREADY being cornered and there was no way she was going to let him out to play. Even if it was to save her nose, he would be punished for speaking out using her mouth. He could have shouted without it, but it was hard to talk without the use of the mouth most of the time. so for now he sat and glared from the back of her mind.

[Bishop]

"So it seems..."

That's all Bishop got in response. He had to admit, he didn't start with much either. Yet he couldn't help but feel frustrated when the girl offered such a brief and concise answer. As for the body language, Bishop was dealing with a locked chest. Everything about this girl told him that the answers he wanted would have to wait, forever.

I guess we'll have to soften her up.

Remembering the common rules of social interactions, Bishop put on a friendly face and extended his right arm. He leaned a bit on the side, changing his posture to a much more downbeat one, and imposing a much more relaxing aura in the process. It was probably this girl's first day, and the welcome wagon didn't have to be all fists and traumas.

"I'm Bishop," he began, slowly cocking his head to the side, "I'm at the college usually, but I also act as a tutor on this side. It's nice to meet you."

[Valkyrie Cane]

Kyrie jumped a bit. Her face changed from a blank one to a curious one and she shook his hand lightly but firmly. It took one a glance into her eye to notice the smile. She was glad that this day would not be completely over run with violence. It was trouble enough making sure she translated her thoughts correctly, it was even harder with a brother living inside of you constantly making comments here and there. Sometimes she thought she was imagining it, her brother, but when he spoke in that spit harsh Russian that made the language sound as ugly as the countries history, well...it was hard to think how she could ever come up with someone like him. But this guy...well he seemed nice enough. Cobb's retort was something along the lines of "sleazy American pervert", but Kyrie couldn't translate some of the words entirely. She meekly spoke again this time trying to raise her voice to be less- timid.

"I am Valkyrie Cane....this is my first day here at public high school." She stated bluntly. Well it was about as blunt as her hair had been in the first place, so the information was not new to any ears. She let go of his hand and backed up a bit letting her book bag down by her side next to her mega phone. Her other hand occupied itself with her shoulder strap.

"Is there anything else you require?" Kyrie meant it more along the lines of kindness, but it came out sounding a bit odd. Cobb, being the more relaxed humanized one, commented cheerfully on her lack of ability to not sound like a computer even though 85% of her was flesh and blood of human. Kyrie resented that remark but would quietly take it for now.

[Bishop]

"Is there anything else I require?" Mir echoed, his right eyebrow raising half an inch in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle at the question. Sure, he would appreciate more information about this girl, but it wasn't a requirement. At best, it was a distraction.

"It's your first day," the Iranian lifted his thumb, counting one,
"you took one nasty hit not one minute ago," the index finger followed it, the count was two, "your looks make you an automatic attention magnet," the middle finger joined the party, make it three, "your fighting and survival skills have yet to be proven," ring finger added to the bunch, "and you're small enough to be considered edible by some standards." All five fingers were up, there was the full count.

Bishop nodded twice. "I think I should be the one asking that particular question." He said in a flat voice. He was being serious. "First days can make or break you. With that hair color," Mir had to admit it had appeal, "you're going to get all sorts of unwanted attention." There was something foreboding about that last sentence.

The cold air coming from the Persian was quickly replaced with a warm, welcoming smile. "You're lucky that I'm first in line." She was luckier that she hadn't met him five years ago. Bishop was a vile being back then. "Ms. Cane, should I accompany you to your first class? You don't seem to be fully accustomed to this high school's way of life."

[Orion]

OOC: I hope you don't mind. I think I'll attract a bit more attention. music

IC: "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO FIGHT?!?!?!"

All eyes fell upon the voice. The owner of said voice had blue hair and golden eyes, and looked ticked. Around him seemed to be a blue aura, which made him literally glow, and the closer you were to him, the more you could feel his anger. The empathic aura seemed to get brighter as the boy spoke again.

"Answer the question before I get tired of playing this game and just send you all flying down the hall. Who. Gave you. Permission. To fight?"

One of the fighters, who was a bit stupid, rushed directly at Orion. Orion didn't even have to move that much. He neatly side-stepped, planting his right knee into the idiot's gut, knocking the air out of him and effectively doubling him over. Orion's right hand shot up and chopped the front of the man's neck, causing him to start having trouble to breathe. Orion stepped back, bringing his foot back down to the ground, only for it to snap right back up and slam into the idiot's face, flipping him backwards to land on the ground face-first. He didn't get up, though his body rising and falling slightly showed that he was still breathing.

"Idiots... now then, I advise you all to go to your classes. Or I guarantee you, I will provide a pass to the nurse's office. No charge."

Though with some grumblings, the brawlers got the point from the demonstration and the man's tone. They broke up, scattering to head to their classes. Orion sighed as his aura dimmed slightly, the fire of anger now gone to be replaced with faint irritation and slight peaceful amusement.

"God-damnit.... doesn't anyone get the point that we're here by law for a reason?"

And then he noticed two people remaining, one being a small girl with-

OK, does this school have a strange hair-color thing? Orion's hair color was blue, and now a teal-haired? The hell?

The other one was who Orion assumed to be a teacher. Deciding that he should apologize to someone about his out-burst.

"My apologies for the out-burst. Since you obviously seem like a new student, and teacher, the fighting or my out-burst probably weren't warm welcomes. My name is Orion Smith. I make it a habit to learn the names of new people, and stop fighting. One is going better than the other, but what can you do?"

Orion's chuckle was only half-sincere; the school's state irked him. He extended his hand to the two, wondering which one would shake it.

"Who might you two be? and is there any way I can be of service to the thre- two of you?"

He cut himself off at the last. It wasn't polite to point out alternate personalities, but everyone had a way of showing that they had something. Orion learned to recognize it in himself and others, and could see that this tiny girl was more then who she seemed.