<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td><span style='color:blue'> ~21 Tessera 81380 ~Right after lunch hour</span></td></tr></table> The campus of the academy was slowly growing silent as students finished their lunch and dispersed to their classes. Some still lingered around their spots because there were no classes to go to until later. Behind fire colored trees, couples could be seen having their romantic moments. Through the gates and down a few blocks, passing trees that are preparing for the coming winter, and you will come across a few students happily chatting away in their groups. However, there was one student sitting on a nearby bench trying out a few chords on his guitar. He soon got tired of the guitar and rested it beside him, frustrated that he cannot compose a decent song and bored to the edge of death as he had nothing better to do today. He was only waiting for The Panic Room to open. But that particular building does not open until a few hours later. He stretched his mismatched body and allowed a yawn to pass by his maw. A few pendragons who passed him by stared at him. He knew exactly why. The first would be his appearance. His half devil and half angel appearance plus his rather untidy green hair got him looks everytime. Mostly from non-Lukuos. The second would be how much of a loner he is. Really. He had spent his entire lunch hour on that bench. He wouldn't be surprised if there was a dent of his shape on the bench when he gets up later. "<span style='color:green'>Looks like you're the only one who likes to be with me.</span>" he spoke to his guitar. Laughing silently to himself at his sillyness, he proceeded to play with his flames, wondering why he would rather stay here getting stares from pendragons than sleeping in his dorm.
OOC: *brain breaks* :P I'll try to think of something good. IC: Wyndle moved through the people of the campus, quickly and stealthily, looking for something to do. She didn't really eat lunch much, because, as she said, two snacks after breakfast and one before dinner would suffice. She was looking out for someone to maybe chat with or just fool around. She moved over to an area which was not so densely populated, with a few benches and lovey-dovey couples. She looked over to a bench, and saw a lone person, playing a guitar, who she found had a rather interesting appearance, much like herself. She pondered for a moment as to whether she should go over and say hi, and eventually deducted, it couldn't hurt. She walked over quickly infront of him, stuck her face near his, gazed at him with her large dual-colored eyes, and grinned at him. "Hi there! Who are ya'? Whatcha' doin' all alone?" She asked, a playful catlike grin on her face. She snickered happily.
Khuta was just about to get up, pack away his guitar and retire to his dorm when two big feline orbs of red and yellow popped right in front of him. It was then followed by white flash of teeth and then questions. It all took him quite by surprised and he could only give several confused blinks to the face in front of him. Though he may never admit it, having a face, especially a female, so close to his only made him a little nervous and blush. Fortunately for him, his fur covered the growing pink skin underneath. Finally, he released both of his tail which he clutched when the stranger's face gave him and shock, cleared his throat, and moved his head just a little further back so he could see the stranger properly. "<span style='color:green'>Well, uh... I'm Khuta and I'm just waiting.</span>" Tilting his head slightly in curiousity, he asked, "<span style='color:green'>And who are you?</span>
"I'm Wyndle! Whatcha' waitin for, m'friend?" She inquired with an enthusiastic shake of her head, a large grin still playing on her face. "Aren'tcha lonely?" She giggled and bent sideways, cartwheeling once, and right after clambered up onto the bench near Khuta, and resumed staring at him with her large eyes, the little chains on the collar around her neck jingled as she did so.
"Aren'tcha lonely?" "<span style='color:green'>So are you.</span>" Khuta muttered under his breath as the stranger, now named, did her cartwheel. With one fluid motion, he packed his guitar in it's leather case just as Wyndle settled herself beside him. It was then that he noticed she was a Lukuo just like him except that she was given a more attractive appearance instead of weird. He looked straight ahead instead of looking at Wyndle and her big eyes. Normally, stares from pendragons are no problem at all. But Khuta felt irked when this very bubbly little female stared at him. It was almost scary. He do find her interesting though. "<span style='color:green'>Waiting for The Panic Room to open,</span>" he said with a nod towards a building not far off. "<span style='color:green'>What are you doing out here? I thought lunch is over.</span>"
"<span style='color:purple'>Ie's got no where to go for now! I'mma be wanderin' for awhile, cause Ie's got some stuffs to do!</span>" She giggled and swung herself backwards, flipping under the bench and back up on the other side. "<span style='color:purple'>Want me to keep ya' company while you wait? I can show ya' some pretty cool stuffs!</span>" She said happily. Wyndle didn't quite know why (or care), but she had taken a bit of a liking to Khuta, partially 'cause she had found his previous reaction to her appearance rather amusing, and partially 'cause she enjoyed hanging around with fellow Lukuo.
Khuta scooted over to the other side of the bench a little as the female suddenly appeared on his other side. Khuta was starting to find all this amusing. She looks and act as if she came right out of an anime. "<span style='color:green'>Okay... what kinda stuff can you do?</span>" he asked her, raising one black eyebrow. For someone so small in size, she does seem very hyper. Perhaps she was going to show him all the acrobatic moves. Where does all her energy come from?
"<span style='color:purple'>Hmm, I can doo...this!</span>" She stood up on the bench, jumped off, walked a little way's away. Then, she bent foreward, into a summer-sault, at the end got back on her feet, jumped up, front flipped a few times, 'till she was back at the bench, then climbed back up on it, grinning even more. "<span style='color:purple'>I got's to save the good stuff's for later,</span>'' She said in a sort of bubbly voice "'<span style='color:purple'>cause I ain't got no materials here at the moment.</span>"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'm so sorry.. my brain is dying...</td></tr></table> Khuta watched in silent as this hyper little Lukuo did her acrobatic moves. It looks like Khuta hasn't expected wrong. Perhaps he could show off some of his stuff? Khuta always liked to show off, at least a little. Never goes without it. "<span style='color:green'>Do you like do this everyday or something?</span>" he asked. "<span style='color:green'>What else can you do for fun?</span>"
"Ummm" She thought for a moment "Sports are fun to watch, so sometimes I watch people playing" She grinned "Now, what can YOU do?" She giggled lightly. OOC: X_X Mine too. D:
