Stheno's Office...

......The personal IC office of Stheno.....

Candice had changed into her uniform and had tied her long auburn hair was tied into a neat ponytail.
She read her class list and saw that she was due for a field class with a teacher called Stheno, and raising her eyebrows at the name, skipped off the find her teacher's office.
Once there she knocked loudly on the door.

((OOC: I'm a little confused with arrangements, so I'm just going to have Flare show up for that lesson Stheno was starting and have Jo hang around for a bit cuz there's no classes yet. Just correct me if I'm wrong ))

Stheno looked up from her stacks of papers.
"C'mon in, door's open!"
She stood and pushed back from her desk and walked around it, waiting to recieve whoever this was.

Candice opened the door and stepped in, her head held high in an attempt to hide her nervousness.
"Hello, I'm Candice," She said with her snooty english accent.
"I read the schedual, and I do believe I'm due for a field class. Are you Miss Stheno?"
Candice lowered her paper from under her nose to look at the woman, and concealed a gasp as she realized she was...scaly.

"I was hoping for a better reaction, but oh well. Yeah, I'm Stheno. Do you have your suit on? Just go to the front lawn, tell the others. I'll be with you guys in a moment."

Stheno watched Candice, amused by her behavior.

Candice smiled hesitantly.
"Alright, then," She said in her snooty english accent.
"I will see you outside."
She turned to leave and tripped on the edge of the carpet, her class schedual zipping a few feet across the floor to the open door.
A flicker of flame shot out of the end of Candice's finger and ignited the rug, beginning to charr the beautiful designs as it grew.
"Shit!" Candice cursed loudly.

Stheno laughed, and pressed a few hidden keys on the wall. Moments later, the falmes put themselves out from a special gas emitted from under the carpet.

"Don't worry about it, Candice. These things come cheap, that why I got them."

Candice smiled hestitantly and got up, clutching her class list to her chest and mumbling apologies as she left the room.
((Continued in 'Outside' ))

((this is from 'the base' thread'))

Kuja had been walking down the halls totally lost. This place is bigger than I thought. He looked at the various signs on the doors he passed trying to navigate his way to somewhere. After what seemed like forever (which was about 10 minutes), he came to a door marked 'Stheno's Office'. "An office, eh? Foony name for an office." He shrugged his backpack more securely onto his shoulders and was about to reach for the doorknob when it opened up. In front of him was a red-haired girl looking bashful. "Uh...'Ello der. Is dis,like, da boss man's place? I 'em lookin' for 'im."

"And you would want to see the Headmaster-why?" Sycee came from behind Candice, using her most threatning body posture and vioce. She had an eyebrow raised, trusspassers weren't all that welcomed, especiall in recent times. "Candice, go ahead to the meeting spot."

Kuja was surprised at the appearance of the second mutant and jumped back nervously. "'Eh,mon. Chill out. I was just,like,wantin' ta staya here. I heard about dis school over da news. Are you da boss mon?" His body relaxes a little bit once he realizes how tense he is.

"No, I'm afraid not." Sycee fingered a dread. Her raised eyebrow came down slowly. Stheno uncrossed her arms and tied her dreads in a huge knot, then peeled off some scales in thought. "C'mon, then." She walked out of her office and down the hall, expecting him to follow.

Man, she's pushy
This is what Kuja thought as he began walking behind his 'host'. "Well, uh, tanks mon...to wherevera ya takin me...".

Sycee rounded a corner, and there was Lane's office. She knocked a couple of times and waited paitently. Lane, we have a new guy. He doesn't jive right, though, I dunno why. Can you do that telepathic junk?

Lane looked up from his desk after seeing another new student on his way... he stood up quickly... he hadn't spoke to Stheno since..... he shook it off *What's up Then? Explain what's going on...*

*He strolls into my office and asks to see you, Lane. That's all I know.*
Sycee opened the door and walked inside, holding it open for Kuja.

"Professer Morgen, this man wanted to see you." Stheno put up the appearence that she and Lane didn't have a bond.

Kuja stepped into the room, wondering how it was so easy for him to get in this far. He waved at the man at the desk and walkded briskly towards him. "Ah,'ey, mon. My name's Kuja. And...uh...I saw dis school on da tube and I was wandering if,ah,you'd let me staya heya. I need a place ta staya and,uh,practice...". He looked around the room and put on eyes of hope.

Lane looked at the man again.... his eyebrows raised slightly as he settle back into his chair, determined not to look suspicious. He nodded nonchalantly at Stheno and looked back towards the oddly hopeful face... "Well then, tell me about yourself...." he said quietly as he settled back into the large chair and gently extended his mind......

Kuja hid a heavy sigh as he sat in his chair. He had memorized the background that was in the papers that Shin had given him, just in case something like this would happen. It was much like his real history except he left out some key things that would make it easier for him to give himself away. He relaxed himself into the chair and began. "Weeellaaa...Ok,eh. My powas didn'ta manefestata till I was 'bout 17. In a socca game, yah know. I accidentalay teleportataed to da ball ta kick it, yah. Da peeps got angray so's I split and hooked up wit' a gang. Stayed in it till bout last yeeah. Yah know, mon, I thoughta I could be's sometin' betta den a thug. So I left dem 'n traveled 'round lookin' for somethin' betta. 2 dayes ago, I saw dis place on da news. Dey was doin' intaviews or sometin'. So, wit' da last of my do', I got a bus ta take me's heeyas. So's, heeya I am, mon!" He pasted a small smile on his face.

Stheno was well down the hall, but she could hear every word of Kuja's story. If that's supposed to be the truth, I think I'll go try and cut off my hand. Lane, if you believe that.