Cy frowned, his red nose bobbing side to side as he shook his head. "Why do I need these?" he asked the check-in woman situated at the entrance of the ballroom. Behind him was a line of other students in High School who were growing tired of the Tengu's multiple questions as he softcore interrogated the poor receptionist. The yokai stood unmoving though as the supervisor eventually walked over to quickly get the line moving again, trying to make sure that they finished on time. "Just take the cards and remember your number" she quickly hissed, shooing Cy away into the ballroom proper as he began to aimlessly wander around.
The Tengu looked around, he hadn't spent much time in the grand hall of the Academy. He knew that he'd be here next year when he graduated, but besides that, he never had much of a reason to come inside. Still, the old dark wooden ballroom was impressive. The yokai's eyes narrowed, his 20/4 vision taking in every little detail and touch of perfection as he looked up at the mural on the ceiling. The curious creature was so caught up in looking around, that he failed to see one of the many 2-person tables scattered around the large room. Grunting a bit in surprise, Cyrano began to slowly realize bit by bit what the strange human at the check-in kiosk had been saying.
Feeling rather smart for deducing all of this by himself, the yokai looked down at the random assortment of cards he had been given. There were somewhere around 20 in all, each one had a different question on it, mostly personality and trait-based stuff, the sort of thing Cy despised. Still, he was rather new at the school, and although he may have lived for a millenium so far, that millenium was spent mostly meddling with humans rather than getting to know them. A new life on this island demanded a new way of thinking, that was the reasoning Cy told himself he was here today.
"Attention students, check-in has been completed, please go to your designated table!" the host of the speed-meeting event said from all directions, her magic acting like a PA system of sorts. Suddenly, the tengu saw a number appear in front of him, seemingly made out of magic and directly in front of him no matter the direction he turned. '8' was his table number. With this done, the tengu dawdled over to table 8 and sat down somewhat nervously, waiting for his paired stranger to take their seat as well so they could begin this strange human ritual of friendship.
@Tahnael
The Tengu looked around, he hadn't spent much time in the grand hall of the Academy. He knew that he'd be here next year when he graduated, but besides that, he never had much of a reason to come inside. Still, the old dark wooden ballroom was impressive. The yokai's eyes narrowed, his 20/4 vision taking in every little detail and touch of perfection as he looked up at the mural on the ceiling. The curious creature was so caught up in looking around, that he failed to see one of the many 2-person tables scattered around the large room. Grunting a bit in surprise, Cyrano began to slowly realize bit by bit what the strange human at the check-in kiosk had been saying.
Feeling rather smart for deducing all of this by himself, the yokai looked down at the random assortment of cards he had been given. There were somewhere around 20 in all, each one had a different question on it, mostly personality and trait-based stuff, the sort of thing Cy despised. Still, he was rather new at the school, and although he may have lived for a millenium so far, that millenium was spent mostly meddling with humans rather than getting to know them. A new life on this island demanded a new way of thinking, that was the reasoning Cy told himself he was here today.
"Attention students, check-in has been completed, please go to your designated table!" the host of the speed-meeting event said from all directions, her magic acting like a PA system of sorts. Suddenly, the tengu saw a number appear in front of him, seemingly made out of magic and directly in front of him no matter the direction he turned. '8' was his table number. With this done, the tengu dawdled over to table 8 and sat down somewhat nervously, waiting for his paired stranger to take their seat as well so they could begin this strange human ritual of friendship.
@Tahnael