Peyton nearly left at her stealing comment, but smothered it, and instead showed his amusement with a polite smile and nod of the head. He didn't want her to think he was being rude or impolite or something...That wouldn't do at all. He looked at her with an understanding look to his eyes, and a relaxed posture. He hoped that he was pulling off a normal mannerism that she was comfortable with.

"Well, I'll tell you what, Fiore. I'll make it even easier on your. Myrr," he tilted his head towards the golden eyed elf, "I don't know if you've been introduced to her yet, but she is one of my partner Elites." As he spoke of Myrr, his eyes took on a different glint, "She takes care of all the shopping. I try to help in such matters, but like most males I lack specialty in certain areas. Actually, I don't think that's male, I think it's more human. Everyone has their weakness. Well, mine is shopping. If you'd like, we can sit down with you, and we can put a list together for Myrr. If there is some other means you would like to acquire your clothing, I am more than happy to listen to your ideas."

"Myrr?" Was that the girl he was hugging? Fiore turned and saw the female. She put her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. She was wondering what Abby would do to her. Fiore couldn't mistake the softening of Peyton's eyes when he mentioned the young woman. She smiled slightly at this. "I wouldn't mind sitting with you both. It's just that I feel like I am interupting." Fiore laughed nervously. "I don't want to be more of a pain than I already was. And thank you for helping me after the training battle. I wanted to make sure I thanked you formally." Fiore bent her head down in a bowing motion.

((oh pip, I forgot you O-O Please please please forgive me ^^; ))
''You make it sound like food is a chemical potion rather than a well combined dish known for being nice. It's plain trying hard, put a bit care in it, and hope for people to enjoy. For potions there's always one wanted outcome, for food though, multiple outcomes can be just as loved as another.'' Megumi smiled, looking at everything going on. It sure was being busy, wasn't it?
''I hope you'll enjoy your first dinner though. Spaghetti is known for being very simple yet very very nice. It's eaten a lot on earth. And sold a lot at outer-spacial restaurants.'' she grinned, remembering once when a mashup was done between spaghetti and something else. It was horrid.

Seraphin nodded, truly interested. "But it is chemistry. However the outcome, the means are still important." He grinned as he looked around. He was taken aback when someone had pushed past him, and he had just managed to look around in time to see it was Darcy. He was puzzled, but looked around. The napkins had been folded neatly, and the plates and the cutlery were all aligned immaculately. It was interesting, seeing so many different people, and yet Seraphin had the feeling as if a storm was approaching. His intuition told him that something was going to go horribly wrong in foreseeable future. He tried to ignore it, but it was very insistant. He went to sit down, beckoning Megumi to join him.
"Can you feel that? Almost as if a thunder storm is approaching." He said. It was like small electrical charges were running through his arms. The hairs on the back of his neck were on end, and so were those on his arms. It was strange, and he shuddered softly.

((nah, s'okay!))

''I guess, though chemistry does sound rather serious... Like making foods actually needs experimenting in a technical lab as they have here on earth. With professional people and their 'oh so great' knowledge.'' Megumi said, actually being serious, though sarcasm was heard at the last sentence. Humans, they have some useful things, but are undeveloped. The valkyrie smiled though, as she saw that the little girl with the hoodie like thing had folded the naps, and the guy next to her had placed them neatly.
The girl looked at seraphin, planning on commenting about the napkins, though felt something was a little off about him. She instinctively shrugged off the idea, wondering or he'd tell her whatever is making him that barely visible off. When he beckoned her, she immediately sat down next to him, looking at him rather intensely.
''No, I can't... Maybe you're more sensitive to instinctive feelings? Are you okay?'' Megumi asked, feeling the need to fidget with the napkin. But didn't, it was rather pretty... Not as pretty as the trees at her home planet, or the sky... Or the flowers... But just a weird kind of pretty she couldn't pinpoint.

Peyton's pride reared up as Fiore bowed to him, but his decency won over as he spoke, "There is no need for formal bowing, Fiore. I'm not all high and mighty." He noted her hand on her mouth, and wondered what she found so distracting. Perhaps there was something in his teeth? He closed his lips more as he spoke, avoiding smiling too much. "And you are no interruption. We like to get to know our students. Here, sit."

Peyton nudged Fiore into a chair, opposite and two seat down from Embeth, and called Myrr over to the table. As he waited for Myrr to make her way over as well, Peyton took a seat next to the end of the table. He was across from Embeth, and diagonal to Ahriman. He hoped that by sitting here he would get to know the newcomer as well. He faced the chair in between Fiore and him, where Myrr would sit.

{{I figured we should sit by each other. (: }}

Of course Myrr had heard her name fall, and even though of course she was curious, the elvin figured that eavesdropping on the first day wasn't something a decent and well brought up elf should do. She had just found the salt when Peyton called her over, and smiled as she walked to where he indicated for her to sit. The elvin placed the seasoning 'stuff' (she didn't know what they liked, after all) on the table, wondering or they would actually use them... Oh well, as long as they don't look misplaced or something. Myrr took her place to stand next to Peyton, aiming her unfocused gaze at him.

''Somehow it doesn't look like everyone is present... Should I ask them over?'' Myrr asked said person, a finger at her lip, wondering who she was missing... The time lady was gone, and the two outside are still... Outside. So that makes three she knows, and probably some other students... Considering Peyton called up a whole list of pupils. And did the problem girl arrive already, oh wait... That was the vampire girl. Meaning that she'd be outside. Maybe the girl was the one at the window?

Seraphin shrugged softly, still feeling edgy, like something had been forgotten. He watched Fiore and Peyton speak, and the other Elite joined them. I should feel safe. But something... something is nagging me. He thought to himself, frowning. "No... not that I know of. It's just... a feeling. Something is going to happen. I've got a bad feeling about this, one might say." He spoke softly, and his words seemed to flow like water. He had a horrible feeling, like you would if you knew something was wrong, but you couldn't put your finger on it. "Say, Megumi, what is your home like? I never asked, I'm sorry." Seraphin said cheerfully, trying to change the subject. But the feeling didn't go away. It was irritating, and he wished he knew what it was. Nerves? Anxiousness? Or something darker? He shivered softly, even though it was pleasantly warm inside.

Fiore smiled and followed Peyton to his seat. She saw the other Elite, Myrr, come and stand by him. Her gaze seemed unfocused. The woman looked as if she was trying to find someone else. Fiore laughed as her gaze turned in the direction of that cursed, frosted window. Does anyone know that looney Abby is currently stalking Peyton? Fiore let out a soft giggle and turned back to the table. She saw that she was near Embeth. Fior would be lying if she said she didn't hold a grudge on the girl. She took her knife for crying out loud. Her dagger was a part of her in some odd way. Fiore would be nuts if she didn't remain upset with the girl. But Fiore did hold back most f her hate and decided to just ignore her. She turned back to Peyton and the woman, Myrr. "Is this her? The one you said would help me?"

Peyton laughed, "May I have one question at a time, ladies? Myrr, no you don't need to ask them over. They're mature enough to handle themselves. By the looks of how many showed up, you can smell the food all over the campus. If they want to be here, they'll come. As for you Fiore, yes this is her."

He gestured between Myrr and Fiore, "Myrr, this is Fiore. Fiore, this is Myrr. She is my partner Elite. And yes, she is the one that can help you. Myrr, Fiore is in a little off set. She needs clothes, but she isn't allowed to leave the campus. I figured since you usually handle these things, and you adore shopping so much, you could help her with her little problem?"

He'd never been one for shopping. He could do it if need be, but since Myrr enjoyed it very much, he preferred to let her do that. If she found happiness in it, who was he to stop her? As a friend, he should try and make her smile, which includes letting her do the shopping. Though, she always did come back with bags and bags of candy. Good lord, this elf was going to rot her teeth at this rate.

[So, for simplicity, this is what the current seating arrangement looks like

1 2 3
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    4 5

1: Fiore
2: Myrr
3: Petyon
4: Embeth
5: Quetzalcoatl

Also, sorry about the use of the code tag - the table tag doesn't work]

Quetzalcoatl took note of Fiore interrupting Peyton and Darcy's conversation, resulting in Darcy being upset and quickly exiting the room. Whatever Fiore had to discuss with Peyton didn't take very long, after which Peyton led Fiore over to the table, leading Quetzalcoatl to believe either Fiore had chosen a bad time or meant to upset Darcy; either way, not the way to make friends. If this was the start of this meal it was going to be awkward, and with the present company, might erupt in violence.

I have been here less than 12 hours and already gotten into two arguments, one resulting nearly resulting in violence; it would have had presumably Embeth not generated the gravity well. It really wasn't his fault though; Fiore had come upon them and had immediately accused him of being a thief and Darcy had shown up, allowing Fiore to escape wiith the wrapped dagger, expecting him to divuge his secrets. This assignment is not going to be fun.

The one good thing thus far is the discovery Embeth may be able to manipulate gravity. That skill would be useful, both in fabrication of materials as well as having in an ally; gravity changed the battlefield, and if one was prepared for the change the surprise such a large-scale change offered was near-priceless.

As he looked at the table now populated with everyone in the room, he mused again this is going to be a very awkward meal; hopefully we finish it in peace, not pieces.

Oh how Myrr felt the need to let her fist make contact with his face and mess it up reaaaaalllly good. Acting like all the girls over here fall in numbers over him. She scoffed as he laughed, pouting the other way as if she had been made fun of. She looked at him over the food comment though, an eyebrow quirking up.
''It's not like I wanted to have us make dinner to only feed them, Peyton. I wanted everyone to meet, chat, and have a good time.'' she sighed, turning to look at his aura again, focusing her eyes on it. If Myrr looked unfocussed she was done for, and so she would focus again.

The woman went to look at the aura Fiore gave off, leaning forward past Peyton, a kind smile playing her face.
''Even though I'm not a fan of being introduced to someone, it's a pleasure to meet you Fiore. My whole name is Myrrlyndiëlle, so you can come up with anything you'd like to use, whether that be Myrr or another part of my name. If you want to, I can let you look at some magazines from the shops at the village, and the city a couple of kilometres further to see what you like. If you won't find something to your taste however, I can sew some clothing myself. For which you can once again look through some advertisement. Or our storage.'' Myrr smiled, before standing straight to 'look' at Peyton again... Rather annoyed but not showing it.
''Peyton. I usually do handle these stuff, but that does not mean I adore them. I enjoy the thought that I took care of stuff that can help our students. Unless you want Embeth to walk around wearing rags, or our students to smell because we don't have bath gel, there's someone who needs to take care of those simple things. Right?'' she smiled maybe a bit too sweetly, feeling the need to poke him with every word she said. Gosh, did Peyton really think she enjoys shopping? Elves aren't material people... Myrr just likes candy, and doesn't like students who walk around unsecure because they haven''t showered using bath stuff. Or razors for that matter.

She watched the group of people sit at the table. There's that girl again. Myrr? WAs that the name she over heard? Why were they so close to each other? You'd think someone as female phobic as Peyton would stay away from them. She frowned and about shrieked slipping on the window seal before regaining her balance on the ice ladder.

"And that is why you don't climb walls!", kyo shouted up at her from the ground. "Now get down here! Quit spying on peyton", he hissed at her his hands on his hips. He'd go up and get her if he had to.

"I'm not ready! I need to find out who this girl is! Peyton is mine! K?! MINE!!". she growled at kyo from up on the ladder. OK so he wasn't hers but he was her crush from some ungodly reason that compelled her to him. Sure she was too immature for him but he was so handsome! But oh my god he was such a femalephobic! He couldn't do anything right around them! Except for this one girl. Myrr. What was she to him?

"I don't care if you're not ready! Get down here!!", he started climbing up the ladder towards his sister whom in return climbed up higher and across the building. "Come on, seriously?", he growled. Why was she being so stubborn.


((Dude Cadillac has the best music for their commericals! ))

"Thank you Myrr. I hope it isn't to much hassle." Fiore smiled and felt as though someone was looking at her. She looked across the table to see Tesla sitting a little ways away from her. Good! She thougt bitterly. Lord knows how long the stubborn nymph would keep this grudge. She was partially listening to Myrr and Peyton. Well mostly is was Myrr dropping hints hints of how she annoyed she was. At this Fiore lookes back to them. "You don't have to bother with it if you don't want to. Although I grately appreciate it. I can continue to live off the clothes that are provided in the closet. I don't mind." Fiore looked down at the short hem of her skirt. I only wish the owner was a little bit larger than me.

Myrr sighed rather annoyed, but let a genuine smile grace her face again, bending over to look at Fiore.
''Of course it wouldn't be, I'm here to help right?'' The woman smiled, looking around a bit. The time lady didn't have a smiling or even natural aura to her when she left... Maybe Myrr could talk to her later, just as a person. Not necessarily as a friend, just a listening ear. She was rather distracted with thinking, though heard Fiore talk to her again, being awakened to the present world.
''Oh I'm sorry, did it sound like I would be bothered in a negative way? I like to help, for the sake of helping. Not necessarily the shopping part. Would looking at some stuff later this evening be okay to you?'' Myrr said, not really smiling. But not pouting either, just a curious look and pursing of her lips.

"That's fine. We can do it this evening if it doesn't interferre with anyhting you are doing." Fiore nodded and went back to looking down at the table. She was drawing odd shapes every now and again. FIore really didn't know what to do with herself at this point. She kept sighing to herself as she looked at the other people around the table. "I'm kind of bored." Fiore sadi to herself while she played with the napkin.

Embeth looked across the table at Peyton, waiting until he met her gaze. "This is Tesla," she introduced, hoping Tesla wouldn't mind. "He is my friend." To Tesla, she introduced Peyton, "That is Peyton. He's really nice." Since everyone was introducing everyone else, she thought it would be a safe time to properly introduce Tesla. She looked longingly at the food, it looked really delicious. "Can we eat now, please?" She asked no one in particular, but her gaze briefly met Fiore, previously introduced to the lavender-haired woman, Myrr. She still looked upset but mostly bored. Embeth looked away and cowered a little in her seat.

[That was a pretty bad joke, Flux! Bad!]

Darcy had finally sat up, after what seemed like years of being still. She pressed her Sonic Pen against the phone, as she held the reciever in her hand. "Come on, come on!" She muttered furiously as the pen buzzed. She smirked as she got the signal, holding the telephone to her ear. A voice rang into the room, a harsh and brutal sounding voice.
"The Shadow Proclamation, state your name, rank and intent." Darcy took a deep breath, and began to speak, with all authority which she could muster. Which, incidently, is quite a lot.
"Darcy Victoire Noir, Time Lady, information."
The voice grunted in approval. "It has been a while, Noir. We haven't heard of you since the Metabillis 3 affair. We were getting worried." Darcy laughed in disbelief. "Worried? No, no, you were feeling unwell about the thought that the last Galifreyan managed to worm their way out of your clutches!"
"Anyway, you were asking for information?" The voice asked gruffly.
"Indeed I was. I need the contact details for the Ood Sphere." Darcy said, her hearts yearning to know what she needed.
"Fine. But believe you me, Noir, you will have a lot to answer for when you are free again."
"Yeah, whatever, give me the details." Darcy said, dismissively. She knew not to take the threats seriously. They were empty. The voice said something, but the language was nothing from Earth. But Darcy seemed to understand. She had managed to disconnect the wires from the bedside lamp, and had them resting on her shoulders to keep them out of the way. She nodded, and once the voice had finished she spoke again. "Thanks for that." She said and hung up.
Darcy had her Sonic device back in her hand and was fiddling around with the cables. Sonicking them together, so to speak. She then turned back to the telephone, which had begun to smoke. "No, no no no!" She said angrily, pressing the pen to that instead. "You stupid thing! Just work!" The smoking stopped, and Darcy set to muttering furiously, while dialling hundreds of numbers on to the pad. But the phone broke under the pressure from her urgent fingers. Sparks shot out, and the frantic girl hurriedly pulled her hands away. It smoked more heavily now, and Darcy took the rests of the phone and lobbed it, as hard as she could against the wall, where it broke even more.
She began pacing, up and down, up and down in her room, evidently enraged.

Peyton caught eyes with Embeth, and she introduced him to Tesla. Before he could react, however, she asked for food. Nodding his head with smile, he urged Embeth on, "You are free to eat as much as you want Embeth. To your heart's fullest desire. You may dish it out yourself if you'd like. I wouldn't be sure how much you would want," he looked down at his own plate and his heart thrummed. An intricately folded napkin lay on his plate, and he knew who made it. He had watched Embeth earlier with 'Tesla' as he handed her the white squares, "I thank you for the beautiful napkin, as well, Embeth. You have amazing talents."

Not wanting to be rude, he then turned to Tesla, "So it isn't Ahriman, then? Just to be sure," he held out his hand to shake the newcomer's.

He tried to be polite, but as he engaged in conversation, something picked at the back of his brain. He felt ashamed of irritating Myrr like that. Surely, as her close friend, he should know what would or would not upset her. Yet, he still hurt her feelings. She looked very agitated. Others might not notice it, but he's known her since they were little, and he knew when she was upset. The only problem was, he didn't really know where he went wrong.

Megumi sighed, he still didn't feel okay.. But she'd go along with it, for now.
''My home? My home is veeerry pretty! Unlike the plants and everything on the ground here, my home it's 'grass' is of a pure white with once and so often a baby blue one. The plants grow tremendously fast, and there are sky-reaching trees of a lot of colors~ I personally like the yellow ones best, they almost look like gold sometimes~ The animals mainly are herbivores, and of course the main population has wings to reach far in the trees. Our training grounds happen to be floating pieces of ice or of something else like rock. They have chains at the north weast south and east, on which a crystal as big as a 5 year old hangs... They are a sort of gravitation stones, with seals put on them for the training grounds to forever float. When the white sun shines, they give reflections with lots and lots of colors, it is really pretty! We don't necesarily have houses, we have territory. The trees are our home, for their lower leaves can serve as a fine bed!'' Megumi smiled, keeping her hands together, her eyes closed as she once again sees it all in front of her eyes.
''How does your home look like?'' She asked, looking at him with those shiny happiness sparkles in them you have when you are very very happy.

"'Ahriman' is a title. My name is Archimedes Tesla." With that, Quetzalcoatl stood and went to retrieved the container of food. It's hard to dish food when the food isn't at the table and the plates are. He brought it back to the table, complete with serving utensils, and set the whole lot in the center of the group of people at the table with the serving utensils in Embeth's direction.

"Since I am new here, can I get an introduction to rules and customs here?" Quetzalcoatl asked Peyton.

Peyton cleared his throat as the man brought in the food. He was slightly embarrassed that he had not thought of bringing it to the table. He had feared that it would leave them without much room. Guess he was wrong, then.

"I have not heard of such a title. I have heard the name from Persian mythology however...though it doesn't seem to match your demeanor," he took a sip of his water before continuing, "There are basic rules here. Respect each other, do your best, no battling outside of training. Though, if you happen to be training with your friend outside of class, and it involves fighting, I am not to stop you. We just don't want powers being used for personal gain, or with wrong intentions. So, if you are upset with another, you may not use your powers to fight. That's basically the big rule." He couldn't really think of much else to say. He'd never really needed to set down specific rules. Usually, everyone behaved well enough that they were not needed.

Embeth stood and used the utensils to scoop a blob of spaghetti noodles on her plate. She left the strange looking utensil in the pasta and passed it to Tesla, as she had once seen done on a TV movie. She placed a nearly equal portion of meaty sauce over the noodles. She picked up a device that looked familiar from shows on Food Network and grated some Parmesan cheese over her sauce. She placed it next to Tesla. The garlic bread was closer to Fiore, and Embeth decided that she would just wait for it to be passed around. She mixed the sauce and noodles together but waited for everyone to be served before eating.

"Demeanors take time to reveal themselves" Quetzalcoatl said, referring to his title.

Quetzalcoatl followed Embeth's example with the strange congromeration of sauce and pasta, passing the food to Peyton when Quetzalcoatl was done serving himself.

"So if I understand what you're saying, restrictions have been placed on when we can use our powers for combat, but nothing else? For example, we could fight without using powers outside of training and it would be acceptable? Is that one method of settling disputes?"

Fiore stomach growled as the food was passed around. Part of her wanted to reach across the table and gorge on everything but her mannerisms kept her in check. She placed a small piece of garlic bread on her plate and passed it along. She waited patiently as the other dishes were passed around. Fiore put a dainty spoon full of spaghetti on the plate followed by sauce. Fiore swirled a small amount of food on her fork and chewed slowly. It was delicious.