Private Finished Welcome to Your New Normal

Baste's reaction had pretty much been his reaction when he'd first shown up. He was still a bit nervous at the idea of eating human meat, and he sure as hell wasn't going to try it, but it no longer bothered him the way it once had.

He didn't know what a machine tornador was, but context clues told him 'motorbike, or something like it'. He could imagine, but he didn't... well, didn't relate.

"We've got a lot of seashore, so that's always an option for you. Lots of wide open spaces, and you can coast through the east side of the island--where all the farms are--for ages. Not a lot of cars."

Sixteen, then. Or seventeen? But probably sixteen, even if they were so tall. He was still grappling with that a bit. That he had to look over and then immediately look up every single time, because he wasn't used to someone towering over him so much.

"The gym then," he said, gesturing down the hallway. "And the power training rooms. They're side by side. Most people have power classes, although they're not really mandatory. Teachers will help you understand how your powers work, get things under control, all that."

Angelo actually faltered mid-step before catching himself. While on the prowl? Hunting demons and evil beings? His brain all of a sudden had more red flags then the Chinese navy, and it took a moment to recover himself.

"You'll want to be careful with stuff like that," Angelo said after a moment's pause. "Saying 'demons and evil beings' and that you hunted them would be... contentious. There's a lot of demons on the island, and there's also a larger awareness of discrimination against demons. There was some trouble a while back with anti-demon sentiment."

He was, of course, thinking of Xavier - of him dumping a bucket of holy water on a demon in what was absolutely a hate crime.

"I'm guessing you're thinking of a... demon hunting license? We definitely don't have those here." So, easier said than done, and Angelo definitely looked a bit on edge as he headed towards the gym.

Thankfully, they'd taken it better than he'd thought, and Angelo let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He'd been worried about how they'd react. If they'd do the once a demon, always a demon or something like that. Baste wouldn't be the first person on the island to arrive with a background of hunting the very creatures they were now surrounded by...

"The Demonic Student Union has pamphlets, if you want one. They might help cover some of the basic questions you might have about life on the island." Things like how some demons feed tended to come up a lot, and he was absolutely not a demon expert who should be answering those kinds of questions.

"So," he said, stopping and gesturing to a door. "That's the gym. You'll honestly use it most in connection to power training classes, since we don't have a traditional PE class in highschool. Power training rooms are over there..." He gestured down the hall. "And have a bunch of supplies and things. They're set up for... pretty much anything, I'd say."