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"Anyways, what do you think of the hero name?" My question wasn't particularly aimed at either of them, it was just a question.

"N-No! I- don't- please don't hate me!" He snatched up his scarf and hid his face in it. "Oh Gods, I'm so sorry....So so sosososososoososos sorryyyy.... Oh gods..." Adrik pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth. "I'm so stupid... Zuzu..."

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"Uh, I think she's just a little flustered. I know I would be." I pat his head, hoping it was comforting.

"It sounds c-cool" she said, still a little off guard but regaining her thoughts. "My hero name would be Celeste Kyong." She said, smiling. She had just now thought of this, and she thought it was cool.

Luna always liked Japanese last names, like Kyong, Lee, Hitorisho, and more. She was always fascinated about how well they were put together.

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Adrik did not look very comforted. In fact, he resembled more so a rabbit, or some other kind of prey animal. "Uh. So. Yeah. Sorry. Right." He shook his head a little wildly and planted his feet back on the floor. "It's... cool. Heroic. And whatnot."

His hand unconsciously went to his mouth and he began to gnaw at the few remaining nails that remained. "Reminds me a little... of like, Vincent... something... pretty. Beautiful." There was a faint glitter in his eyes that was quickly muffed out. "Yeah, that sort of thing. I like it."

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"You good?"

Adrik gave Zuzu a look that was surprisingly irritated. "Yeah. Fine." His hand dropped to his lap and dug into the fabric. He made a dismissive noise. "I think I'll just go with Adrik. Clear and concise. People will know who they're talking about." He shrugged. "Don't wanna have the love intended for one to go to two people, y'know?"

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Luna snickered. "Anyway, guys, what's your favorite form?" Her eyes sparkled and she planted her hands on her lap. Her backpack was nearly tucked under her seat, the bag slightly tilted. It was colored a soft color of green, and with tiny little blue keychains.

Luna thought these people were great.

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Adrik stiffened slightly. His eyes unconsciously darted off to the side. "I don't really have one," he replied carefully. "Just... don't shift a lot. That sort of thing." His eyes traced patterns on the walls, then snapped to Luna. "What's yours?" There was a surprising intensity in his gaze.

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"Tiger." She said blankly, and then the emotion came back. It was like she was being told what to say, being controlled, then just realizing what she said. Her eyes still sparkled, mostly because of the light, but again because she liked these people. "I would shift, but..." She looked at Zuzu "Is it against the rules in here? I'm really not sure..." She asked.

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Adrik frowned a little and turned to face Zuzu. "Well?" A tinge of sarcasm edged his voice. "You gonna answer?"

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"I don't think it's against the rules as long as you don't hurt someone or break something. My favorite form is kinda cheating, but I like combining my harpy wings with a-" I didn't get to finish my thought as the bell rang. "Welp, time to head to our dorms! I'm 27B, what about you guys?"

Adrik cursed in Russian and lunged for his pack on the floor. He buried his head inside and began to frantically yank out books and dig through the bag. He gave another cuss and then fell back on his rump. "I... lost it," he muttered. "...-" some words in Russian.

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"26A, I'm pretty sure." Luna said, digging inside her backpack. "Yeah." She confirmed. She patted Adrik on the head. "Good luck." And then waved to Zuzu, whilst shuffling out the door and merging with the crowd.

Luna would've forgotten her room, like many other things. She would also get agitated with this flaw, but she had succeeded in not embarrassing herself... again.

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"I gotta go, i'll see ya later!" With that I strolled off, feeling the occasional sway of the ship as I made my way to Hall B.

Everyone had left him. He had failed again.

Adrik briefly reconsidered the thought of transferring to another school-

Oh, screw it, he'd manage to fail in some aspect regardless of the place he attended. Adrik sighed and flopped back against the seats in the row ahead. Great job, genius.

The lights of the room were piercing his eyes. He had a headache. He had to ask (again) for a piece of paper that he had lost, due completely to his own inadequacy. Well, wasn't this just peachy? For someone ridiculously organized, he still managed to fail in some aspect.

How will you ever make up for it now?

His teeth ground together.

Shut up.

But the voice continued, taunting him. How could he do anything? He couldn't even manage relationships with other people- he couldn't even manage his own schoolwork- everything would just come crumbling down one day and he would lose even more and then he would just-

No. He relaxed. His jaw went slack.

He didn't need to think of that. He hadn't failed- this didn't need to be anything-

Just a setback. That's all he had to see it as. Just... a small... setback... he... didn't...

Adrik pushed himself off the floor and brushed off his pants. He caught sight of his backpack and grabbed it, hooking it onto his shoulder... not realizing he'd left it unzipped. He just had to get to the office now. Get his room. And set up camp. Where were his new friend's rooms again-?

His mind drew a blank. Great. So much for a good memory, huh?

He could ask later, at classes. This didn't have to be anything either.

Adrik walked across the room, took a hold of the handle- turned it- and then hesitated. Was he forgetting something? He glanced backward. The high-born looking fellow was still sitting there. The teacher was gone. He shrugged it off. Oh well, he might remember later. He went through the door, shutting it softly behind him.

He made his way to the office.

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With a dramatic sigh, I flopped onto the bed. The dorms were actually pretty nice, with decent space and accomodies. There were three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom. There was a stove and fridge and food storage in the kitchen, the bathroom was nice, and the bedrooms were customizable, having been designed by the student who was living in them online. Mine was pretty simple but nice, with a bunk bed in the corner, a beanbag couch, a smart tv that was in view of both the couch and bed, a coffee table, a pc desk with a gaming pc and a place to put my school laptop and normal laptop, storage for books and things, an xbox hooked up to both the pc and tv, some extra corner space for extra things, and other usual accomodies. On top of being able to customize their bedrooms, students were allowed 3 custom wishes for extra things in the room. I had already used one and had yet to use the other 2. My first wish was an infinitely generating supply of Mountain Dew. An odd request, but it was delicious and caffinated.

Luna looked around the dorm room. Neat and organized, it was better than any other room shes stayed in. She had received word of the three wishes, and she already used one. "I wish for a endless supply of milk." The first thought that had popped into her head after that, was: "Hmm... That's ironic. Tiger-girl loves milk." Luna sighed at the mention of her old nickname. Her too form was the tiger, because of it's agility, power, and it's other capabilities. She didn't like any other form. So her classmates, including Monica, started calling her tiger-girl. That was probably the start of her abuse, she thought. She sighed. Her mother was in jail for accusation of murdering her dad, so they hadn't all talked lately. Luna kinda didn't wanna talk to her mom.

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The moment the bell rang, Haruto was out of his chair. Sweeping past a gaggle of gossiping students, he marched towards his own dorms paying no mind to them. 25B was blessedly quiet as he closed he door behind him, letting the silence wash over him. There was a four poster bed on one side, black out curtains framing the windows. The room itself was sparse with a utilitarian work desk on one side, large enough to fit not only a wealth of textbooks but also his laptop and writing set. Accompanying it was a simple beanbag chair and soft plush rug. Fairy lights were strung up around the room and a set of hanging bars were installed to the ceiling. It was simple, yet it was everything that Haruto would need. He found the idea of wishes slightly unsightly, preferring to work for what he needed, but set that aside for now.

Working quickly, Haruto drew all the curtains shut and locked all the doors, making sure that it was damaged near impossible to even catch a glimpse of the ongoing inside the room. When he was satisfied that no one would be spying on him, he began to unpack. Gingerly, he set down his luggage and opened up his most sacred treasure. There, nestled in between clothes and bedding, cushioned between soft silks and heavy down was a box of willow wood. Carved depictions of a colony of bats flying over a cliff overseeing the raging sea and the Liu family crest were emblazoned on the surface of the wood and the edges were lined with obsidian. It was a beauty, costing well over a fortune to produce. With a sweep of the finger over the crest, the box unlocked with a sharp pinch on his finger and a dull click.

Inside was a stack of letters. All written by his darling sister and tucked away into the soft pkush velvet which lined he case. To Haruto, those letters were the most precious thing in the box, the luscious bat pelt which the case was meant to contain a insignificant pile of mud in comparison. Holding the letters close, Haruto pucked out the envelope labeled Day 1 and locked the case again. Sitting down at the desk, Haruto carefully opened the fragile package, careful to not damage anything, before beginning to read.

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Adrik paused at the door and carefully read the label. Councillor's Office it read. Well. This was it. He hesitated- Should he look for it-? And then rapped loudly on the door with his knuckles.

"Hello?" he asked aloud.

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