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Shiro Academy
Topic Started: Oct 10 2010, 07:03:41 PM (5,149 Views)
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The 1 Infinite Loop government established Shiro Academy in 1783 to serve as its general staff school. But each branch of the 1 Infinite Loop armed forces abandoned the academy over the next 150 years out of a desire to operate its own separate war college. As a result, the 1 Infinite Loop government transformed the academy into a public research university in 1953, allowing only the small Looplite Space Force to continue using the Cupertino campus.

Despite its mostly civilian status, Shiro Academy bore the brunt of 2003 Pax bombardment of Cupertino as a result, and relocated to Garneldo, the capitol of the Tilden Isle territory of the Federated Alliance, to continue operation during the reconstruction of the original campus. The 1 Infinite Loop government reopened the Cupertino campus in 2010 but decided not to close the Free Pacifican campus out of a desire to increase revenue without raising tuition.

Shiro Academy thus continues to operate a second school far from its original home at Tilden University. Constructed during the 1980s to become the school of the children of elite Free Pacificans that'd become rich from the technological boom, Tilden University collapsed in the early 1990s, when the tech bubble burst. From 1992 until 2005, when Shiro Academy negotiated to rent the large majority of the campus, only 1% of the campus was actually utilized. Nowadays, Tilden University only uses three buildings, while the rest of the 50+ structures are maintained by Shiro Academy.

A combination school, Shiro Academy has programs for elite high school students, regular college students, regular graduate university students, and military cadets. Regardless of program, those enrolled at Shiro usually live in the same dormitories, and often take courses taught by the same world-renowned professors.

The dormitory that serves as the setting for this story is commonly known as the Wachin Dormitory. A five story structure, Wachin Dormitory is the Southernmost residence hall on the Shiro Academy campus, the closest to the Pacific Ocean, and it faces South towards the ocean. The dormitory features a bath house, located in the courtyard formed by the "L" shaped dormitory, and a parking lot on the North-Western side of the building. A circular driveway is located on the North-Eastern side of the building.

((Please note that the below image is of the fifth floor, where our characters are all going to happen to live. The first floor features a lobby instead of the kitchenette, bathrooms, and communal area. To make up for this, the first floor also features a small computer lab where several rooms would be located, and a small lounge in the place of several other rooms.))
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Matthew Terrus (Junior) showed up at 7:30 AM, along with six other resident advisers, to setup the lobby of Wachin Dormitory for resident move-in. The seven student staff members put up decorations, setup tables, and carefully laid out registration packets over the next half hour. By 8AM, when the Campus Police unlocked the main doors, the seven staff members were ready for the influx of new students.

The seven staff members believed themselves ready, anyways, but that quickly proved completely untrue. Dozens of "early-bird" families arrived by 9AM, trying to move residents into the dormitory before the rush, and by 9:30AM any semblance of order disappeared.

Terrus, relatively cool-headed, kept his table somewhat organized as the small building lobby became packed. As more students arrived, he continued to wave and call out, trying to get the attention of anyone listening.

"Fifth floor residents, over here! Fifth floor, register here!"
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"Aha, that much? Åvo..." The T-shirt and shorts clad young lupine sitting in the back of the taxi idling outside of the campus grounds began to automatically mutter to himself in his native tongue as he sifted through a stack of unfamiliar bills and tried to work out the right amount. "Aa, te-, san-, get-, urek-san!" Beaming with excitement at his small mathematical victory, he proudly presented the correct fare to the considerably less excited driver. The driver muttered a muted thanks as an instinctive courtesy, but it was uncertain whether his passenger had actual heard him, because the moment he had handed over his payment he had dashed out of the vehicle.

Out of the car and with room to move, Okë Omakta, took a much needed stretch after the long journey. After so much time encased in one crowded vehicle or another the scent of the fresh morning air was invigorating, as was the sensation of the breeze flowing through his coat of white, gray and black fur. The coloration accurately indicated that he hailed from Rykkovaa's easternmost region of Novajot, as did the icy blue eyes with which he now stared eagerly through the pair of glasses perched on his muzzle out at his destination. Surrounded by a natural spectacle pattern of lighter fur which enhanced the artificial ones he wore, they served as both an ethnic and personal identification, the phenotype being unusual even among the population associated with it.

He was also atypical in terms of stature. Back in his homeland he would have been considered on the short and slim side of things. It wasn't something he minded. He had always had a good sense of humor about it and it was a state of affairs which he was comfortable with. As such it had been something of a shock when he'd found that among the general population of his new home abroad he was squarely positioned at the opposite end of the spectrum. Some might have been thrilled by such a radical but painless promotion in the department of height, but Okë wasn't one of them. Instead, he found that standing out in a crowd rather than being hidden in it made him feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable.

But those worries were irrelevant at the immediate moment, not only because he wasn't in the middle of anything that qualified as a crowd but because he was giddy with excitement. He was about to step onto the campus and find his dormitory before a cry from behind stopped him. He turned around to see the still unamused driver holding a pair of duffel bags. next to the taxi's opened trunk. Grateful but slightly embarrassed, Okë took his luggage and headed off on his merry way.

Thanks to the academy's devotion to clearly labeling all points of interest, he found locating the Wachin Dormitory to be trivial. He obviously wasn't the only one who had been assigned to the place and able to find it, because there was already an impressive and intimidating crowd assembled when he arrived. For an instant Okë despaired of things going smoothly from there on out, until his sensitive ears captured the sound of something shouting a summons for all fifth floor students, a demographic which contained him. Relieved, he navigated his way through the crowd and towards the appropriate table.

"Fifth floor? That's me. Well, I think that's me."
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"Uh, yes? Yes, here please." Alvus Fedorov slightly beamed at the absence of a Veranian accent, much unlike his father. He quickly whipped out the cash - he had calculated the distance that would be traveled and the money it would cost in order to achieve that distance in Pacifican currency; he quickly handed the money to his cab driver and opened the door. He swung around to the trunk, where he heard an angry yell behind him and glanced over to find a lupine boy sheepishly grabbing his luggage from an irritated cab driver. Looking away, he grabbed his three seemingly large bags and slung them over his wide shoulders. He breathed in the foreign air after the cab had left, and stared into the sky for a bit as he walked his route, a route he planned after carefully studying the campus map. He lowered his green eyes down and grimaced as he saw the slew of people in his way, all clambering through the entrance of the Wachin dormitory.

With his three bags on his back, Alvus flexed his muscles and slowly started to walk forward. His larger-than-average stature compared to the people crowding the entrance was a definite benefit as people made way for his person; the fact that he was also athletic helped as well; for no one would want to get in the way of this man. As he shoved his way inside, he took his residential papers out of his pocket and unfolded them, only to realize they were upside down. With his bags being held over his back by his other hand, Alvus awkwardly tried to flip the paper around, but was eventually successful when he was suddenly shoved.

"Ug- argh! Stop that!" He quickly swung around and hit several people with his bags, but the clamor was too loud and the crowd too busy for anyone to really notice anything. He looked around for an empty spot, easily achieved with his height, and made his way through the crowd and looked over his information. He laughed inwardly as he read the paper, but he knew it was true - a man of broad and tall stature, with blonde hair and green eyes - much like a foreigner to many, he thought. Many of his traits he shared with his father, including in physical appearance - a thought he was rather proud of. Following in his father's military steps, Alvus looked at Shiro Academy as the first of many experiences to add to his memory, for perhaps the purpose of bettering the Conglomerate and its understanding.

But for now, his immediate goal was the fifth floor. He looked up, adeptly put his papers away, and strode for the elevator.

OOC: Curious here, since I am living in a dormitory. Where are the stairs? At the very least, there should be stairs for emergency exits in the case of fire or some other calamity.
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Kieran Yivereru was reading a book on the Medieval history of Vulshain, when his ears picked up the call for fifth floor registration. Kieran was a tall Vulshainian Vulpine with red and black fur. His muzzle and face was covered with black stripes. He wore a pair of blue jeans and blue polo shirt. His mother waved at him to come on. Smiling he closed his book, and gathered his luggage as he and his mother went to the man who had called out.

Kieran had excellent grades from his school in the Celiam Province, and he even had several letters of recommendation from several instructors.

He was an excellent swimmer and horse rider, not to mention he was very good at playing the flute.

His tail wagged as he became nervous. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

Straightening himself up, he and his mother walked up to the human wearing a nametag that said 'Terrus'.

"Hello, my name is Shima Yivereru. This is my son, Kieran," Kieran's mother said, politely introducing both herself and her kit.

"Hello, Mr. Terrus," Kieran said with a smile.

"Kieran is here to register at Shiro Academy. My husband, Motak, is busy getting some additional things, but he should be here shortly."

Kieran smiled, although his wagging tail still showed his nervousness.
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With the engine of the black Ducati Superbike 1198 purring quietly while the guard waited for a confirmation to come, Jordan Carlyle chuckled between himself. Everyone at Hirsch (*) had warned him. And above all Jill had warned him with her last kiss, before disappearing out of the door, running after a scoop or another. «Beware, Mr Fuss-maker», she had told him «The guards at the entrance will not believe you. Dressed like an Hell’s Angel, and with your beloved Ducati making its infernal noise… no, they will never believe you. They will stop you at the entrance door and you’ll start your very first school day having to phone Mr genius saying ‘Good-day Matty-boy, I have a problem at the entrance door’. I’ll bet on it… a dinner at the Blue Marlin. Next Friday». Then, she had gone, her scent still in his nostrils.

Blue Marlin was a new fish restaurant in Tasman City and everyone seemed so enthusiastic about it. Wonderful comments, kilometers-long waiting lists… enough for him to have avoided it like a plague. Not for the cost… that wasn’t an issue. But he hated the idea of having a romantic dinner with Jill with so many I’m-here-because-I-can-afford-it businessmen around them, pretending to discuss matters and technicalities with their counterparts… when, in the end, they were just citing and quoting something they had heard from their own lawyers during an endless meeting or another. And now… Jill was right. And he owed her a dinner. Next Friday. Mission impossible… or not? Chortling, he produced his own mobile out of one pocket.

«Good-day Matty-boy, I have a problem at the entrance door» he laughed.

(*) OOC: Hirsch iso ne of the biggest law firms in Liberty City – the Capital of Free Pacific States
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Terrus smiled. "Well, then, you're in the right place. Welcome to Shiro Academy! I'm Matt Terrus -- I'm your RA. I've got your room key and mailbox key here. I'll just need you to fill out these forms to get them." Terrus handed Omakte an emergency form, a general information form, and an 'official sign-in' form.

The young RA barely completed putting the forms down in front of Omakte when the Yivererus walked up. Terrus waved off the "mister" as soon as Kieran said it. "Please, call me Matt! I'm just a student. And welcome to Shiro Academy! I'll be your Resident Adviser this year. Anyways, I'll grab your room key and mailbox key. I just need you to fill out these forms..." He provided the Yiverus with the same three forms as Omakte.

Before Terrus could do anything more, his cell phone chirped. Reaching into his pocket, he glanced at it for a second, then looked back to the Yiverus. "Uh, my apologies -- this is a professor. I'll need to take it -- just fill out those forms and I'll be back before you're done!"

He took a step away from the table to take the call. "Hey, Jordan! How're you? ...you're where? At the main gate? Why did they...you're wearing what?" Terrus sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm in the middle of move-in but I'll call my friend in security...yeah, I'll see you soon."

With that, Terrus hung up, quickly sent a text to another person, and then returned to the table, looking to see if either Omakte or Yivereru was done with the paperwork.
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The campus police officer looked from the ID to Carlyle then back to the ID. "This is a good fake," he started to say, but he stopped as a campus police car pulled up. A different campus police officer, this one with several stripes on the arm of his uniform, stepped out. The gate guard saluted. "Sergeant, sir. Can I help you?"

"Wave him through," the sergeant said, simply. He held up a hand before the officer could object, then looked at Carlyle. "Professor Carlyle, I'm Sergeant Jim Lanchard, University Police. I owe Matt Terrus a favor, so you're going to follow me to his dorm. If he vouches for you, I'll be sure to put a note in your security file so this doesn't happen again. If he doesn't vouch for you," the sergeant trailed off, then cracked his knuckles.

"Anyways," he said, walking back to his squad car, "follow me."
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Grinning, Jordan winked at the still bemused campus’ sentinel before wearing back the helmet, its face shield raised.

«Yessir, Sergeant Lanchard!» he chuckled, his eyes shimmering with amusement. Shaking his head, the Sergeant entered the car and drove it near the main building, the powerful engine of the Ducati answering Jordan’s touch over the accelerator as he followed the man to the parking area. When the two vehicles had finally been turned off, Jordan dismounted and then waited for the Sergeant to come out.

«Well… as I do not yet see platoons of guards rushing towards me, I suppose you’re intentioned to keep your word and bring me to Matt» he smiled «Bring me to Matt Sir, I meant» he added immediately after.
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"And... done!" Okë declared yet another minor victory as he filled in the final line of the set of forms which he had been handed. The writing was the precise and meticulous kind of someone who was not yet fully familiar with the Latin alphabet. "That's everything I think..." Putting down the pencil which he had used he took a second to review his work. "Yes, nothing seems to be empty, no, yes, yes. Done." With a smile he handed the documentation over to the waiting RA.
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Declan Cooper exited the taxi near the main entrance of the academy, a few days earlier he had just been honorably discharged from his compulsory service with the Alleghenian military. His parents were rich, owners of a small time oil surveying company operating out of Plainview that was well known for picking excellent drilling locations and selling them. He was to take over the business someday, problem was he didn't know jack about surveying or convincing the oil giants into buying those finds. He was glad to get out of Allegheny for a while, see a different side of the world, unfortunately he wasn't happy with what he saw.

The sun here beat down on his fair skin, a change from weeks upon weeks of overcast skies back home. What was worse was the people he saw. "Jesus Christ, they let those sub-species canids here too? Maybe this place isn't what it's all cracked up to be." Coming to this melting pot of a nation was jarring for him, he was used to the propaganda about genetic purity that he got back in Allegheny. "Certainly alot of chaff walking around here." He thought to himself. Declan ran his hand through his brown hair and walked through the door. The RA was screaming out something about the fifth floor. "Thats me." He walked over toward the table and his heart sank a little when he saw that the canids he saw earlier were also fifth floor students. "Just deal with it Declan, if you don't bother them they won't bother you." He said to himself trying to make himself think it would be ok.

Declan squinted at the RA's name-tag. "Uh hello there... Terrus. What papers have you got for me to sign my life over to?"
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Speaking to his mom, Kieran told her his worries. "Mom, I'm not sure about this," he said in Unonian as he filled out the forms.

Sighing, Kieran's mother patted him on the head. "Don't be so nervous, Kieran. You were so happy when you got accepted here. Now, you don't want to come here?"

"It's not that mom, it's just..." He tried to tell her.

"Just what?"

"I don't know anyone here. I don't know the customs, laws, or anything else. What if something bad happens?"

Sighing, she patted him on the head, before turning to Matt and said, "Matt, was it? If it isn't a problem or a bother, could you do me a favor? My son, Kieran, is very nervous about coming here. He was happy to come here, but now, he's having first-day worries. If you could, just watch out for him, please. He's very bright and talented young kit, but he's just worried about not fitting in here."

Kieran had finished filling out the forms and handed them to Matt, just as Kieran's father showed up.

"How's our kit?" Motak said in Unonian

"Nervous. He's starting to have second-doubts about attending here."

"What? When he got the acceptance letters, he couldn't wait to attend."

"I know, but I have to admit that I'm worried too."

Groaning, flattening his ears, Motak shook his head, and rested his hand on his son's shoulder, before saiding, "Listen Kieran, I know you're nervous and scared, but you'll just fine here. Just behave, study hard, and you'll be the first Vulshainian to graduate from Shivo Academy."

Smiling a little, but still trembling, Kieran said to Matt, "Um...I was wondering when classes begin? I'm taking a double major in both Medieval History and Art."
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Iliyana I'kavilunevistere stood in the back of the room, still trying to get used to the rather lackadaisical atmosphere around the room. Perhaps lackadaisical wasn't the correct word to use, though. She didn't really get the chance to use English every day, but her schooling in Listonia did teach her how to use it well. Not good enough, though. Especially not good enough to become a foreign ambassador, something she really wanted to do. But, at the same time, she wasn't much for serving in the Listonian armed forces and was hoping to make it to college in her home town of Cestinglavoiga. It was still unclear how the credits here would correlate.

She was fairly common for a vulpine female of her age. Black hair, red fur of sorts, the typical run-down. Her dress was a typical for a Listonian: a white dress with a black vest type shirt buttoned down. The style of dress was common in Vekaiyu as well, but it ehcoed to a time when the two states were united. That is to say, the style for most Listonians hadn't changed much over the centuries.

At least Father Stapen made sure the people were well cared for and had rights that were unheard of years ago. She was finally free to practice her religion with those in her community - Yavulism, a blend of Vayan Catholicism and Islam that seemed a little odd on paper, but made a lot of sense to the followers. No headscarves, no required pilgrimages. Just beliefs. But the symbol of the Vayan Catholic cross partially surrounded by the crescent moons sewn on her dress, well, they just looked pretty, and were more for tradition. Cestinglavoiga was big on style, and while it was definitely a fast moving modern city, it didn't forget the past.

She stepped forward, blinking her eyes and looking over the packets as others came through - a cacophony of species. At least that reminded her of home a bit, though not as big of a presence of vulpines as she was used to. "I am for the fifth floor," she finally replied.
"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it."

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"Mister, uh..." Alvus squinted at Terrus' nametag. "Terrus! Yes, I am here to sign in for the fifth floor dormitory."

Alvus took a quick glance around. Definitely quieter than the first floor, pity the blokes who moved in there. There was definitely a very high concentration of lupines and vulpines around, and although Alvus didn't really see them as enemies, he was rather new to them. Perhaps he should try conversing with one. Alvus was sure they all spoke English in some way or form. Perhaps he should attempt to learn their languages? No, that's a little too far a jump for a move-in day.

He shrugged a bit to ease the straps of his three large black bags on his shoulder. It wasn't so much heavy more so that it was annoying - his already large build coupled with almost evenly sized bags made it quite difficult to move around, and even more difficult to traverse past people. As Terrus gathered the paperwork, Alvus brushed down his dark gray slacks and his black leather jacket. Alvus was slightly behind the times in terms of fashion, so he picked something he liked and would be comfortable with.

"Ah, the paperwork." Alvus took the paperwork from Terrus and moved to an unoccupied corner, where he put down his bags and started to fill out the paperwork.

OOC: Sorry for the questions; is it safe to assume that the rooms are all double occupancy? Or are each for one person?
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Kieran noticed the red-furred Vulpine vixen walk up next to him, as well as a human man. Their appearances seemed to calm him down, but at the same time they also made him a little nervous as well.

He noticed the strange symbols on the Vixen's clothes. They resembled crosses and crescent moons. "Hello," he politely said in Unonian to her with a smile, he then repeated his greeting in English to the human. "My name is Kieran Yivereru from Vulshain. It's nice to meet you both." He smiled to both of them, feeling somewhat calmer now. His Celiam Methodist pendant had come out from behind his shirt somehow. The pendant was of a three-bar cross with the bottom one slanted, and with a two-tongued flame on the left side of the cross (OOC: his right, her left).

OOC: He's trying to be friendly to both Alvus and Iliyana, so maybe y'all would like to be friends with him.
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"Um, hello." Alvus quickly glanced up to take a look at the stranger, then glanced back down at his partially completed paperwork. "My name is Alvus," he said while continuing to fill out the forms. "Vulshain, huh? My father said he's trying to establish relations with your country. Something about a war with uh, Rigard, Rygard? Yea, Rygard."

Alvus stopped writing for a bit and looked up. "It sounds pretty serious over there." He glanced over at the other Vulpine. "Uh..." He glanced back at Kieran, staring at his pendant. "I'm not familiar with that symbol. Could you tell me what that is?"

Alvus took a few short strokes to sign his paperwork, and handed them to Terrus to signify his completion.
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Kieran's ears perked up. He had just met the son of the leader of another nation. When Alvus inquired about his Celiam Methodist pendant, he smiled. "Oh this? It's represents Celiam Methodist, a branch of Christianity that is a blending of Methodism, Russian Orthodox Christianity, and Vayan Catholicism. I can tell you a little more about later." In response to Alvus' mention of Rygard, Kieran said, "Yeah, Rygard is filled with canine-haters and terrorists."

Matok coughed, signalling for his son to hush about that subject. "Um...So, you're the son of a world leader? What's that like? Must be exciting."
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The Sergeant grunted gruffly to acknowledge the joke, nothing more, then led Carlyle into the building. He pushed his way through the crowd like an expert, leaving enough room for Jordan to follow, then stopped next to the desk. He coughed to get Matt's attention. "This the guy you're talking about, Terrus?"

Matt eyed Jordan for a second without any expression then slowly smiled. "Yeah, that's him. Thanks, sarge."

The campus officer nodded. "We're even, now. Tell Star I say hello, next time you see her." He looked to Jordan. "We'll make a note about your bike but next time you come to work, you might want to try to look a bit more...like you're at work." With that, he turned, and left.

Terrus laughed. "He's a bit of a hardass -- don't worry about it. Anyways, how's life?"

Before Carlyle got a chance to reply, Omakte spoke up, reporting his completion of the paperwork. Taking it, Terrus quickly reviewed it, then nodded, and handed Omakte his room key and mailbox key. "There's stairs just through each of those doors and elevators at the end of the halls," he said, "your room number is on the key. Let me know if you've any questions -- we're having a hall dinner tonight in the common area."

Omakte did not get a chance to ask any questions, though, as Cooper walked up. Terrus smiled at his question, then handed him the three forms. "Not a great amount, actually, just some essential information. If you fill those out, I can give you your keys, and let you get on with it."

Again, Terrus stopped talking to the person in front of him just in time for another person to step up. "I'm sure he'll fit in fine," Matt said reassuringly to the Yiverus, "and I'll definitely be there to help with any troubles. That's what we're here for." He turned to Kieran. "Kieran, here's your keys, there's elevators and stairs just down those two halls. Classes start tomorrow but they'll keep it light for a couple weeks for you." He took a breath. "But, if you've got any academic questions, always feel free to stop by."

As Kieran turned to talk to another person, Terrus turned to I'kavilunevistere. "Welcome to Shiro Academy," he said with a smile, "and Wachin in particular. I'm Matt Terrus, your RA. Anyways, I'll need you to fill out these three forms, then I can get you all setup. Let me know if you've any questions."

As he spoke, Terrus handed I'kavilunevistere the forms, then took the forms from Alvus. After reviewing it, Matt nodded, and gave him his keys. "Welcome to Shiro, Alvus. I'm Matt, your RA. Let me know if you've any questions."

With all that said, Matt sighed, and glanced at Jordan. "I'm not paid well enough."
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Observing Matt with an affectedly mistrustful glance, Jordan pretended a deep frowning «Do not even think at handing me one of those forms of yours!» he laughed. As the younger FPSian grinned in return, Jordan observed the crowd of students darting as crazy ants all around them.

«Wow… thay are so disciplined and industrious. I’m rather sure I wasn’t such a good guy, at their age»

«You weren’t and you aren’t» winked Matt, handing a new form to the n-th student before he had actually had a chance to even ask for it.

«Yes, but at least I didn’t besiege my RAs with questions about keys and forms and stairs and… oh: and spare me any joke about me besieging Jill with anything else» he chortled «And by the way… she send her greetings. So does Arian De Corde. He apologize for having had to postpone his visit here for the fourth or fifth time… he has been sent to the North Pole, doing something extremely useful as checking if the ice is cold or another Archangels’ nonsense. Me… bah. The usual things. Lawsuits. Endless meetings. This whole thing of Hirsch is out of control. FPSians are mad. With all due respect, obviously» he smiled «And you? Is life better, now that Mr Daddy is not Mr President anymore?»
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"There's upsides and downsides," Matt said. "I mean, on the one hand, I no longer get to skip lines at the airport. On the other hand, I no longer have four guys in suits with guns following me around all the time." He paused. "Not that that was always a bad thing," he added mischievously, "but it definitely got in the way of my dating life."

Terrus smiled. "Of course, if I'd known you'd all be leaving just as soon as my Dad retired, I'd have told him to run for another term! I've not seen anybody in months!"

The young RA shook his head. "Anyways, how're you liking the new job, from the looks of it?"
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"Thank you," Alvus replied to Terrus. He turned toward Kieran to answer his question.

"Actually, no." Alvus shrugged. "My father isn't my country's leader. He's the Director of Defense, actually." He picked up his bags and slung them over his shoulder, again. He frowned slightly as he felt the weight on his shoulders. "I suppose his rank would be a Field Marshal or something similar. DoD Sergei Fedorov they call him. Almost makes me scoff. He's always working, so there's never anything fun for me. He does send letters though, so I at least know he cares."

Alvus adjusted his straps to loosen up a bit. "Celiam Methodist, huh? I've heard of it. I don't know a lot of things about it though. Shame about Rygard; I would have thought that most of us were beyond such trivial things, but... well, terrorism is definitely something, but it confuses me - if they have a standing army and navy, why do they even bother with terrorism at all?"
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«Not yet sure. Let’s say I’ve take nit as a provocation of Professor Raitvik… you’ve probably heard about him. Probably the most important business lawyer in FPS… ten years ago» he stressed «Well… we’ve found ourselves on the opposite sides of the barricade a couple of times and… yes, we’ve basically been unable to agree on anything. Opposite viewpoints on everything… indeed fascinating, as in the end we usually get to the same arrival points. I suppose the old lion is intrigued by the idea of having me as Assistant professor. Probably, he thinks I will not dare teaching doctrines which blatantly contradict his fossil-aged theories… » he winked, leaving the sentence open to possible interpretations.

«But hey… dating life? Outside Starcraft?!?» he chuckled, chortling even deeper at the young man’s obvious embarrassment «Ok ok… you’re an old guy, now. No more videogames, no more pure fascination for swords or other playthings… right. I’ll have to keep it in mind. But at least… has it been Anna? I mean… first date, first kiss and all of the…»

«Excuse me…» interjected a student or another.

«Not now, boy! There’s an important staff-discussion going on round here!» yelled Jordan, his gaze immediately moving back on Matt.
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Okë graciously accepted the pair of keys from Matt, but before he had a chance to put his gratitude into words the RA's attention was called away by the other new arrivals pressing in. For a while he hesitated and wavered where he stood, unwilling to violate the all important protocols of courtesy and respect by leaving without giving the authority figure the thanks he was due. The weight of his luggage hanging from his shoulders and the pressure of the growing congregation around him, however, managed to convince him to make an exception, or to at least delay saying thanks until a more opportune moment.

When he turned around to take his leave, he noticed that an impromptu meet and greet of new students appeared to have formed behind him while he'd been scrawling away. For a second time he paused, this time wondering whether it would be appropriate to insert himself into the conversation and introduce himself to the interesting selection of new acquaintances. But, once again, the the desire to relieve himself of the ever more wearisome burden of his personal belongings won over. The group seemed to all be thoroughly occupied with one another for the moment and there'd doubtlessly be time to get to know the lot of them in full at the dinner that Matt had promised. Well, assuming they showed up anyway, which seemed likely since he was pretty sure they all required food to sustain their vital functions.

Okë opted to take the elevator that had been so kindly pointed out to him instead of lugging his two bags up four flights of stairs. The short ride upwards afforded him time in which to finally examine the number printed on the room key handed to him. His foresight and noble commitment to proper preparation were all for naught though, because by the time he realized that he had been trying to read his room number upside down the elevator had already reached the fifth floor. This forced a brief pause in the hallway, both to read the number properly and to establish his bearings, which was then followed by an equally brief as well as wildly successful search for the room in question. Deeming the accommodations he found waiting on the other side of the door satisfactory, he set about getting the unpleasant business of unpacking out of the way while letting his mind wander off into idle day dreaming.
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Declan quickly filled out the papers and stood up to take it back over to Terrus. He carried his bags with him protectively fearing a thief would steal his belongings. As he approached he saw what looked like a biker tramp talking with the RA and then yelling at one of the random students trying to finish his registration procedure. Declan waited a few minutes becoming increasingly irritated as the horribly dressed man continued to drivel on about unimportant things. "Umm excuse me sir, if I could just interrupt for a moment and give Mr. Terrus here these papers I shall be on my way, thank you."
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"Okay. Thank you."

Iliyana walked away from Matt after receiving her forms. She might have missed the place for pencils, but she had one in her bag anyway. As she walked toward a simple table that offered a hard surface to write on, she nearly walked into another vulpine and a human.

"Hello," she replied back in English, wanting to get back to her task. There would be time for meeting students later, she figured, but not when there was protocol to be completed. After all, every day she had to read that famous quote by Father Stapen, placarded on the main hallway of her old high school: "We work for a better state, learn for a better tomorrow, and play for a better spirit."

It was hard to tell if there was any sort of order one should follow by those words, though.

Nevertheless, filling out the forms were a breeze. All simple words. Name. Age. Date of birth. Previous school. The only difficult thing about them was putting her written English to work. Broken Unonian was pretty much English letters, but English didn't have any phonetic markings to signify long vowels from short ones. So it was sometimes a guess to spell a word correctly. "That's right... high school, not hi."

When she had finished filling out the necessary forms, she returned to where the fifth floor RA was located and stood behind a rather tall young man who was trying to give his papers to Matt. She'd wait her turn - proper Listonians were always orderly.
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Kieran thanked Matt as he took the keys. He told both Alvus and the Vulpine vixen goodbye, and that he hoped to see them again. He and his parents went to the room, after getting on and off the elevator. They found his room was for two people, with two beds, two desks, and a very large closet.

Both Kieran and his parents starting unpacking.


OOC: Sorry, forgot that the rooms were for two or four people. If Raedion-Lucari wants to he can have Alvus be Kieran's roommate.
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"Umm excuse me sir, if I could just interrupt for a moment and give Mr. Terrus here these papers I shall be on my way, thank you."

«You and your papers are more than welcome» Jordan smiled charmingly, taking the paper and then putting it on the pile which was now towering on the desktop at Matt’s side «And I’m pleased to add that your contribution to the FPSian cause ‘let’s create the biggest paper archive ever’ will be duly noted when the Guinness World Record will have been broken, Mr… Cooper. Declan. South Allegheny… military, by any chance? Oh… Shiro is full of surveillance cameras. Above all Wachin. I’ve always wondered whether the supplemental ones had been placed because of me» he smiled, winking at Terrus. But before the young RA had a chance to interject, he focused back on the Alleghenian «So… relax. Nobody will steal your bags. Unless there’s a super-duper ultimate-tech weapon, there. In that case, the standard battle-for-the-uber-weapons between cadets jailed in Shiro would immediately start»
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Warily, May tried to gauge the distance between the registration table and where she was standing, hands still holding the handle of her luggage cart with her near-to-tottering belongings piled atop. There was no point in pretending that she could see over the cart if she started heading that way. Even her father refused to call her anything but tiny. Everyone else simply told her she looked twelve. Add that to how crowded the lobby was and she'd be running an obstacle course essentially blindfolded. At the same time, she was reluctant to leave her stuff unattended.

Bracing herself, she took a deep breath and started pushing, rapidly stretching her neck from side to side in an attempt to see where she was going. "Excuse me ... excuse me ..." Though she'd not quite been up to "ramming speed", the thump when she hit a table was jolting. Her luggage and books toppled every which way and the muffled, "Ouch" from whomever either the cart or her belongings had hit was unmistakeable even amidst all the chatter.

Red-faced, her waist-long black hair almost hiding her eyes, she said apologetically, "I'm so, so sorry!"
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"Uhh yes sir. I served with the Alleghenian Army for the compulsory two years the government requires. Decided not to opt to sign the eight year contract and get injected and cut on. Not too fond of needles.." Declan said laughing, he loossened his death grip on his bags after Jordan reassured him they wouldn't be stolen. "Uh I seem to be at a disadvantage. What is your name?" But before Jordan could answer a piece of luggage from the runaway cart took out Declan's knees and he fell backwards into the cart full of May's belongings. Declan rose out of the pile quite angry at being knocked over, he dropped his bags on the floor and turned to see who the clumsy one was. Declan was instead greeted by a very embarrassed black haired woman, he couldn't be angry at her amusing embarrassment and instead opted to help her pick up her things. "Don't worry about it." Waving off her apologies. "I'll help you get this back together." Declan picked up the luggage, set it back onto the cart and then approached the woman holding out his hand. "Hello there miss, my name is Declan Cooper and you are?"
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Moving in day....

The idea would have bemused him if this had not been one of the busiest times of the year for him. Schedule changes, academic advisor meetings, course adjustments....everything compounded so quickly this time of year. And while his office door remained open and the refreshing breeze traveled through the clean room from his opened window, he was no where to be found.

Rather, he was standing outside looking out over the students, determining from this crowd the most likely students to succeed. He remarked at the nature of students who busied themselves, consumed by their work, watched as others used this institution as a social gathering, and still watched as others turned to Shiro to escape something in their lives. His straight back remained rigid and it was not until he heard the voice of his secretary that he turned towards her.

"Mister Bortniansky," the secretary spoke politely, "your two o'clock has finally arrived."

Nodding, Mathias remained wordless as he strode back into the pristine office. No papers cluttered his desk, no shelves with books lined his office, all that could be found was the polished top of the desk, a few chairs, and a decanter of water sitting off to the side awaiting to be poured to a tempted student.

Standing silently in the open door, Mathias analyzed this student who stood there impatiently awaiting his arrival, expecting him to be there despite the fact that she was ten minutes late to their scheduled meeting. Huffing, she texted her friend on the latest and trendiest phone, available only to those who had the means. Her perfectly done blonde hair hung and it was not until she waited a minute that she grew too impatient to wait any longer and turned to storm out of the room with the intentions to send an angry email to the department demanding they fire the man for his lack of availability. Nearly plowing into the solid form before her, she stopped and startled. How long had he been there? She could have sworn no one was here and she had already convinced herself that she had been waiting twenty minutes for this man, but here he was, a solid brick wall of a man before her and he was hardly what she expected for a class in sociology.

Her bafflement took her off guard for a moment as the professor motioned towards the seat wordlessly. Not only did he seem out of place as an 'academic' with his military demeanor and uniform, but the way he stood there silently without explanation unsettled something within her. For a moment, she herself complied with his unspoken command and took a seat, the image of his set face burned into her mind.

And it was not until he walked towards the desk himself and poured them a glass of water that she regained her composure and flew into a fit of rage.

"You are late! I waited thirty minutes for you!"

He was silent as he extended the glass towards her and took a seat behind the desk.

"Is that all you are going to say!? Just wait until my father hears about this. You will be looking for a job cleaning up garbage if you are lucky!" she retorted while taking a call from the phone in her hand that began to ring in the middle of the rant.

"Yes Jeanenette. I will be there shortly. Yes. No, he was late. Oh my goodness Jeanette, my father is going to be so pissed! Yes! He was late! This is unbelievable. I know, let me call you back. He's here now," she hung up the phone while turning her scathing sharp eyes towards him. Brushing back her hair, she let her artificially enhanced cleavage protrude from the open top she was wearing. "So I have to take some sociology course and this is the only open one. Just sign me up for it whatever."

Silence resumed as Mathias watched this girl turned back to texting her friend and it took her almost a half a minute until she realized he was not answering her and turned her impatient eyes back to him for only a split second until she received another text. "Are you retarded or something? Well...?"

Wordlessly Mathias opened the desk drawer and removed a set of papers neatly organized and clipped together about the course requirements and authorizations, already signed for her to add this class....with everything including her signature added to the authorizations.

She scarcely noticed as he slid the packet of papers her way and resumed sitting back in his chair waiting for her response. "Is that all?" she did not remove her eyes from the phone as she grabbed the papers and went to leave.

Mathias nodded and watched as she grabbed her purse and left, causally looking at the papers on her way out. He remained at his desk, his gloved hands folded as he waited. Forty seconds. It was all her attention span could contain. And like clockwork, she was back in his office wielding the packet of papers like a weapon.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? How the hell did you get my signature? A liability consent? A release consent? What the hell is this? Do you know who I am!?" she threw the papers on the desk before looking up to see him for the first time.

It was then she noticed the horrific twisted scar that ran from ear to ear across his neck and suddenly the thought of his silence became an unnerving thought within her. Could he talk? She tried to remove her eyes from the scar to look at him angrily in the eyes and threaten him with her father's fortune and power, but she stood transfixed by the deep purple nature and thickness of that scar. That thought that she had missed it in the first place had baffled her and it was not until he stood up and handed her the packet of papers again that it all fell into place.

She had signed the papers.....he was standing there at that petition holding the packet of papers for her to sign. She thought they were petitions for animal rights, for student rights, for campus policies. And it dawned on her that she never even looked at what she signed. And here he was, already ten steps ahead of her as if he knew her next move, holding the papers for to take....the unspoken command between them. You are taking this course.

And she found herself unable to resist that command as she took the papers and looked at him with a new light. Had he known all along what she would do?

She wanted to rage at him, call her father right then and there and get him fired, but he stirred within her something she could not place....it was something she had never known before. It was her decision to make this time and without realizing it she had already made it. Silently she took the papers and looked at them blankly, intending to read them thoroughly back at her house. Her anger was boiling though as she walked out of the room in a haze, unsure of what had just happened, of how he had gotten her to sign all these consents without her realizing it. She wanted to get him fired, wanted to destroy whatever he was attempting to do here, and yet, she was too intrigued by this man to follow through with her shallow threats. The man had a silent authority. It was something she never witnessed and part of her could not help wanting to know more....at least to find out what he was attempting here and use that to take him down.

Meanwhile, Mathias turned back to his window and looked across the open expanse. It was still busy and students were mulling about just as much as ever, but he stood there as if he might have been the only one there, staring out across the land as one might expect to see a lone surviving soldier gaze out at the remnants of a battlefield.

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Alvus gathered up his things as he watched Kieran walk off, meeting up with two other Vulpines, probably his parents. He picked up his bags and started off in the same direction Kieran walked off to, and as he left he noticed another girl being helped by the other man who appeared while Alvus was conversing with Kieran.

Approaching the fifth floor dorms, Alvus lugged his bags through his designated room and dropped them on the ground, in front of three seemingly surprised Vulpines. He recognized one of them.

"Uh, hi, again, Kieran. Maybe goodbye was a little bit too soon? Haha."
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