by Archmage144 » Sun Oct 26, 2003 12:50 pm
"And that's it for today's lecture. Remember, class, a well-oiled mecha will triumph where rusty joints and lack of lubrication will lead to a pilot's downfall."
Students rose from their seats, shuffling about as the crowd moved in the general direction of the MAC Igala Academy A auditiorium's double doors. The morass of people pushed and shoved through the room, all seeking to pass the threshold clearly marked by the neon "EXIT" sign mounted on the wall--it would be a shame, after all, if any unfortunate student had forgotten the way out of the room during another of Instructor Richfield's excessively boring lectures on mecha maintenance. No one had actually died during any of such lectures, but there were rumors floating around about how one student had managed to actually bite off one of his fingertips during an intense nail-biting session during the class.
Among the students was a taller-than average drow with long, white hair that extended down to just above his waistline and soft features that could be made to harden on command--in fact, when Makura Kuragari's face wasn't an arrogant smirk, it was a stony reflection of inner distate and contempt. The drow's emerald eyes narrowed as he disdainfully stamped out of the auditiorium, his high-cut boots making the metal floor echo quietly. Pushing his way through the crowd, the drow blinked sharply at the harshness of the light piercing his sensitive eyes as he stepped outside, inhaling sharply to savor the fresh air.
Waste of time, waste of talent, the drow scoffed inwardly. He was a skilled mecha pilot, and he knew it. His reputation, however, more surrounded his questionable activities and supposedly dirty hands. Makura had never been assigned a roommate--this was, most students supposed, because Makura's older brother, who had become a part of the space program after graduation, had three roommates in his time at MAC Igala A--and all of them died, these deaths eventually ruled to have been suicides. Makura, however, never worried about this, nor questioned the fact that he had no roommate--it was his preference.
However, even cold, bloodthirsty drow are not free from the limitations of mortality, and as such, Makura's next destination was the school cafeteria, his intentions wholly self-serving yet understandably so--after all, everyone has to eat, and sitting through an hour and a half lecture on mecha oiling takes a significant bite out of anyone's stamina.
(From here, everyone is free to introduce their characters, and then we'll get going!)