Study Hall (Open)

[Lucatiel Lazuli]

Lucatiel fidgetted in her seat as she dilligently studied the book in front of her, taking down notes as she went. "Dust in high volume will cause backfires while not enough Dust causes misfires, so the user must take care to measure every grain carefully when preparing his or her ammunition. But I already know all of this. Everybody here should by now," laying her pencil down, Lucatiel let out a frustrated sigh. She looked at her paper, upon which laid only a small handful of notes, mostly things that she already knew about. So far, the textbook she was reading, Dust and Dust Applications was a novice's guide. Why would a professor here waste time on such a basic concept when they could be learning practical skills and honing their fighting techniques?

Straightening her pleated uniform skirt, the girl sat back and looked at the open book on the table for a moment. The library around her was nearly deserted, with only a few other students around quietly studying themselves. It was going to be a long day, even with how trivial a read this textbook was turning out to be.

[Alibaster Key]

Ever sense Alibaster had arrived at beacon he had begun to feel increasingly inadequate compared to the other students. Many had studied many different techniques. Or acomplished amazing things by this point. Hell even his only teammate that he had met so far had been modified into some sort of fanus cyborg. And what did he have, out sated techniques and equipment. Not to mention his troublesome semblance. It was enough to make the young man consider giving up entirety.

And yet he hadnt, but he had his stubbornness to thank for that. Instead he had decided that knowledge was his only way forward. That perhaps he could find something in these mountains of books that could help him succeed. The young man strolled through the library steadily balancing a stack of books in his arms, his eyes scanning the shelfs for more to add to his collection. However as he took a few more steps he found his arms beginning to tire from the constantly growing weight. Suddenly he turned away from the shelf, making his way toward the tables laid out for the students to study.

As he started to make his way toward an empty table something caught his eye, a rather interesting passage in a book about dust. It was then that it all clicked for the young man, that is what he needed. He continued to read the open book, steadily getting closer to make out the words. Not even seeming to Adress the person sitting there reading it. It was then that the girl suddenly leaned back, bumping into the teen and causing him to step backward, clumsily keeping his books from falling. In an instant Alibaster's face turned bright red, standing there rather embarrased.

[Lucatiel Lazuli]

A commotion behind Lucatiel made her look up from her book and turn around to see what was happening. A boy stood there, and she thought she recognized him, but wasn't sure if she really did. His face was so red he looked as though he may be feverish, and he was carrying a pile of books that was illogically tall. She looked at him for a long moment, a hint of confusion in her icy blue eyes. Lucatiel wondered if she should help him, but he seemed to have everything in order, even if he was a little off-balance. Taking one of her ear buds out of her ear, she decided the sensible and polite thing to do was at least ask; "Are you... Okay?" The question came out as a little bit less than polite, but Lucatiel didn't really care. Affecting an attitude of fake politeness would've seemed disingenuous, so it made sense to make it known that she wanted to be left to her studying.

[Dacre Tyr]

Dacre looked at the pile of homework he had left to do and let out a long sigh. Usually, a little bit of quiet would help him focus, but lately he just wants to finish his book. It was captivating how a man can fight so much internally and continue to push forward. A man with two souls, each fighting for control of him. Dacre practically had his face in the pages, reading intently on, trying to understand why this man in the story would risk sacrificing his family to pursue a ghost from his past. 

He put down the book for a moment, "The past is toxic, it only brings despair. Don't dwell on what you couldn't change.", the wolf reflected. He couldn't help but feel morose, having remembered some unfavorable moments that would have been better left forgotten. A loud crash woke him from his memory induced trance. He turned and saw a green-haired girl on the floor surrounded by books that he assumed she had been trying to carry. Immediately, Dacre went to help her up and pick up the scattered books. As he looked up at her to ask if she was alright, he paused and looked at her face more closely and was taken aback. She had a white streak running down the front of her bangs and her eyes were a deep amber color. She was beautiful, without question, but there was something familiar about her but he couldn't put his finger on it. The green-haired girl noticed the look of recognition in the wolf's pale eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry if I disturbed you." She quickly gathered her books and walked away quickly. "Wait!" he called out but she was already gone. "Who was she?" he pondered for a moment, sitting back down in his seat. Shrugging to himself, he grabbed some work from his stack and set to work. "A question for another day, I suppose. I only have forty-five minutes to finish all of this."