The Next Kurt Cobain... Without the Skills or Looks.

Honua was on her way back from some alone time in the woods. She liked to just be left alone, to be with her thoughts and get away from everyone. Usually, she would practice or perform a style of meditation to focus her mana but today, she just read under a tree. In the woods, there were no distractions, no one to interrupt her - well, normally.

Strolling in the direction of her dorm, she heard what sounded like an attempt at music. A little to her left, she noticed a guy perched against a tree, strumming some chords. "Oh look, we've got ourselves a rockstar," she sighed to herself, sarcasm present in her voice. She didn't understand why a person would force other people to listen to them make a racket. What they did in their own company was up to them but out in the open, it affected everyone else. Walking past him, she gave a small laugh as she looked at him.

Honua stopped and just laughed at him. She didn't quite get some of the insults but she found it funny that he just bursted them out. Pulling a mirror out of her pocket, she looked in it and back at him. "You're playing is shit. Are you some sort of sadist if you are torturing people with those... sounds?" She did what he suggested.

"How does your mum feel about you copying her hairstyle?" she asked sarcastically. Normally, she wouldn't even bother talking to people but she found this guy's humour funny, even though she wouldn't admit it. She insulted people a lot but she could never make a very witty comment, just straight to the point.

She gave a small laugh. God, this guy was a dick; more so than her. Honua hated people like him but she decided this was neither the time nor place. They were in a public place, if she tried anything, she'd get into trouble. Instead she just shook her head and started to walk away from him.

After hearing his last statement, she stopped and turned. The smile she once wore due to his pathetic comments faded into a more emotionless expression, though there was a hint of anger in her eyes. "Careful, it would be a shame if someone were to mess up that pretty little feminine face of yours." She couldn't stand people who looked down on her because of her gender. People who mistreated people like her. She wanted to hurt every son of a bitch like him. Especially the ones who mistreated her directly.

She couldn't just punch him right here. Could she? If it was not such a public place, she wouldn't hold back but getting into trouble on the first week wouldn't be best. Honua didn't let the anger take over, she suppressed it.She often let her anger get the best of her, lashing out, but this time, she composed herself.

Instead of assaulting him, she leaned in. Her ring on her finger allowed her hand to become solid titanium in an instant. Without hesistation, she brought down her hand in the style of a karate chop and sliced the guitar strings. "I'll leave you to play your guitar then," she responded with a slight smile. Honua returned to her normal stature and began to walk away, her hand returning to flesh.

Well....this wasn't exactly what Lyria had in mind for her first day. She thought she could spend some time sightseeing before getting settled in at school when she got sidetracked by the sound of a guitar. It wasn't very good, and it left her to wonder if the person playing the instrument was aware of that fact. If they were, she could only assume that they were either very confident or they genuinely enjoyed playing, regardless of the quality.

She decided to make her way over, her mild curiosity compelling her to see who was behind the music when she heard someone rudely comment on it. She listened to the entire conversation- Trill found the back and forth insults to be quite funny- before finally arriving to a girl slashing the guitar strings. After some final comments, they began to go their separate ways.

Lyria figured she should help the boy out, after all, he wasn't the one who started the whole thing and he definitely didn't deserve to have his guitar broken. Sure he responded aggressively, but the girl didn't need to comment in the first place.

She figured she should get help from the only other person with her at the moment, regardless of how she knew she would answer. ~Hey, Trill? You can restring a guitar, can't you?~ Lyria asked, speaking in her thoughts. ~And I'm pretty sure we have some extra strings in our storage mirror~
~Of course I can, but I'm not fixing shit. If it's not my guitar then it's not my problem. Besides, he's a rude fuck and I don't want him talking to you.~

Lyria ignored the last bit of what she said and caught up with the boy anyway. "Excuse me! Do you need some help with your guitar?" Honestly, Lyria was fully expecting to get insulted by this person as well. While she couldn't tell if he was naturally aggressive to everyone or if he only responded like that because he was insulted, she could tell he was pretty agitated at the moment.