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[thegoofball]

Who: Lance & You!
When: Late June
Where: Around campus!
What: Someone’s just arrived, and it seems like just in time for everything to be completely bananas.
Warnings: There shouldn’t be any!



a; lumiere floor 2
[Floor 2 has gotten a new arrival! He shows up bright and early, belongings in two, and he doesn’t waste any time putting his room together. He keeps the door open as he works on making his dorm room a home away from home, because it makes it easier to actually bring his stuff in.

The new arrival is in his late teens, and seems to be intermittently on the phone, talking in rapid Spanish, or whistling to himself as he puts his room together. He has a lot of photos to hang up, okay? Once he’s done, he settles himself in the common room, phone in hand.

When he notices someone there, he blinks, before grinning.]

Oh, hey!

[He spends a lot of his first day in Lumiere. Later in the evenings he can be seen wandering the hall, complete with facemask, as he texts somebody on the phone. He has already settled into a routine and it’s great.]

b; training grounds
[Well, it seems he’s arrived at...quite the time. Everyone’s gearing up for a fight against something called the Herald, and Lance is…

Well.

He’s not really sure what he should be doing about it…? It’s probably important for him to join the fight and show the Herald what for, but he kind of just got here and doesn’t really know what to do. Also, he kind of doesn’t really know how to actually use his powers…? They just kind of Happen. He doesn’t yet know how to control that happening.

He’s going to work on that.]

C’mon…

[He settles down in the training room, staring down a dummy. He holds his hand out, brows furrowed in concentration. And he stares. And he stares. It takes a little while, but eventually a shard of ice will form from his hand and launch itself towards the dummy. When that happens, he lets out a whoop and punches the air.]

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!

c; on campus
[Lance doesn’t spend that much time training. He knows he should, but he’s got more important things to do.

Like ingratiate himself onto the new masses. He also needs to learn the layout of the school, so he’s going to kill two birds with one stone and make new friends while exploring the campus. He greets anyone he passes with a wave - and a wink if it just so happens to be a cute girl.]

Good afternoon over there!

[He is practically sparkling.]

How you doin’?

Comments

c

[onebetter]

[ With everything that's happened and will happen in the future, James has his head in at least three places at once, constantly. So much to consider, so much to try not to be afraid of, so much to just process. He's floating around campus because constantly using his Flame is probably a good idea to try and strengthen it some more before the fight? Who knows.

Lance gets an almost instinctive response... ]

Hey, Lance.

[ ... and then a double take. ]

... Lance?!

[thegoofball]

[He's not expecting to see James Griffin, of all people, at a magic school for magic people.

Much less a James Griffin who's hovering above the ground.]

James? What are you doing here?

[Who allowed this??]

[onebetter]

[ This is like an out of body experience and the fact that he is literally not grounded on the floor at all right now sure doesn't help the feeling.

Lance. He reacted to his name, he knows James' names, it's really just... an old classmate. ]

I'm... studying here? This is my school?

[ And logically, if Lance is here, it is also his, but... James still lets himself drop to the floor as if he had any plausible deniability on his flight left. ]

[thegoofball]

You go here?

[He doesn't need to sound so accusatory, probably.

Lance raises his eyebrows, looking at James like it'll make any more sense to him if he stares him down.]

Since when?

c.

[marmoron]

[And while Lance is roaming around campus and getting used to his new home away from home, he'll eventually spot Keith hanging out in a quiet corner of the quad with a certain space doggo. Keith's in the middle of giving the good boy some ear skritches when Lance approaches.

And it's pretty clear from his expression that he has no clue why the hell he's being approached. Like at all.]

Can I help you?

[thegoofball]

[First James, and now this? What, was Lance cursed? Was he an asshole in a previous life? Why is this happening to him?]

Keith?!

[He doesn't deserve this. He's a good person!]

What are you doing here?

[marmoron]

[Immediately this is getting a squint. To say that Keith recognizes the dude would just be an outright lie, but it's clear enough that the guy clearly knows him. Maybe if he strains his memory a little, there's something familiar about the guy's voice? But then again, maybe he's just working backwards from a conclusion.]

Do I know you?

a; common room

[yokeye]

[Toki waves and smiles; he's hanging out with Kuroko, a generic black cat. There's more space in the common room to throw catnip mice for her to fetch.]

Hello~! Oh! New guy, have you seen a notebook that says 'Screenplays About My Cat' around anywhere!?

[thegoofball]

[Awww, cute cat.

Lance blinks at the question, though, before shaking his head.]

Uh, no. But I just got here.

[yokeye]

Right, but it could have been left in your room! Anyway! I'm Toki, and this is Kuroko! We're down the hall!

[He tosses the mouse near Lance and Kuroko bounds over.]

What kind of powers do you have?

[An obligatory question.]

TRAINING....AT NIGHT

[betheman]

The training grounds are never completely empty, Gongenzaka finds. The mythril cage is one thing- you gotta book that, or at least have Some kind of permission. But general grounds make for a likely shot at casual encounters and shared techniques, which more than makes up for a so called loss of privacy in his opinion. It's better to be a Bit social, even if he's still...bad at it.

At any rate, the bear-in-uniform (and geta...and sash...and headband...) didn't expect to see someone CASTING in the training yard- which if anything makes the sight a little impressive.

Which is why Lance has a quiet applause. ...From a 5'8'' brown bear. (He looks a bit taller in geta)

[thegoofball]

That's a bear. In clothes. A bear in clothes, which means it's probably not a normal bear? But it's a bear.

That's clapping for him, so it's a bear that's automatically in Lance's good graces. He bows with a flourish, before straightening up with a grin. "Glad somebody appreciates talent when they see it."

[betheman]

Being in people's good graces is a nice feeling- mostly because it means things are less frustrating.

Even....if he's going to have to use english for this. Shoot. Heavy accent in hand, Gongenzaka speaks. "I have not seen one use, ah..." Shoot.

Shoot what's the word... "...Tei...Teion, low..."

He grimaces, rubbing his head. "Auh... ...Well, ice power, at the least..." He wanted to say Cryokinesis... "E-Either way, it is impressive to see, that sort of power in use..!"

B

[moonlitdancer]

Ice abilities? Interesting, they're often underestimated, but a good ice user can be incredibly dangerous.

[Says the girl who's been training before Lance even got here, and also just punched the head off of a dummy.]

[thegoofball]

[Geez, girl, calm down. Those things cost money, you know.

Lance is pleased at the...sort of praise? though, and preens a bit.]

Well, it's the easiest way to put someone on ice.

[moonlitdancer]

Well, the fastest at least.

[She doesn't seem to have gotten the joke.]

You obviously have some practicing to do, but nobody masters their powers immediately.

c

[buddinghopes]

[Where is Lia lingering outside? Doesn't matter. She's outside and enjoying the weather, and when Lance waves to her, she returns it with a smile.]

Good afternoon! I'm doing pretty good, how about you?

[thegoofball]

I am doing fantastic.

[She's cute and friendly! That's not exactly a rarity, but, you know, it's nice.]

Getting the lay of the land, settling in. I just moved in.

[buddinghopes]

Oh! Welcome to Daybreak, in that case!

[She beams.]

I'm not much newer, to tell you the truth. I only just transferred in at the beginning of the month!

[A beat.]

Want me to show you around some?

B

[bejustorbedead]

Not bad. How long have you had these abilities?

[The english had an odd accent to it, and Ky approaches, studying the dummy with a keen eye]

[thegoofball]

A little under a year.

[He's getting praise from someone who's gotta be a teacher, so it must really be impressive! He's nailing it. He's doing so good.]

Never really got to train much, though.

[bejustorbedead]

I've seen inexperienced students give themselves frostbite by pushing too hard.

[At the training remark, he quietly smiles]

I'm Ky Alard de Kiske, I teach classes on elemental magic, particularly in combat applications.

Tagging lance without the old jerk just feels wrong but hERE YOU GO - b

[unpocoloco]

He really tries to stay out of the training grounds most of the time. Too many candles, too much Radiance. He's just passing by on a delivery and going back out. But on the way out is when he spots the kid struggling and his brows lift. He watches.

"Ah! Nice one, muchacho!" And nice to see someone actually pleased with themselves instead of beating themselves up. He gives a thumbs up.

[thegoofball]

Lance grins back, ego sufficiently stroked. He's working hard, okay? He deserves some recognition.

"Hey, thanks!" Now that he's relaxed, the ice comes to him easier. It's perhaps ironic, in a way, that the more he tries to force himself the harder it is to control, but when he just accepts it it gets easier. He summons another piece, that he tosses up in the air.

It shatters, sending twinkling crystals down to the floor.

[unpocoloco]

You know what, kid? You do deserve recognition.

He watches the way the eyes shatters and shimmers down. He's got to admit, when he's not crawling into the icebox, this part of ice is pretty cool.

"Magic of yours? Or fancy spellwork?"