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"You're a guy?!" Shiro asks incredulously, leaning out from behind Boscoe, who's enthusiastically and literally eating out of Shona's hand. Without waiting for a response, from Kayin, Shiro clambers up on top of the walrus, setting her chin down on his head and looking at Shona. "You don't listen to your bird friend very much, do you?"

"There are many worse things than being too pretty. Though it's a problem you share with the nice young lady here!" muses Boscoe. Slurping noisily at Shona's hand, he angles himself up and pats Kayin on the back, leaving Shiro hanging around his neck like a collar. "Mmmph, delicious. I'm shure 'our problem will 'esolve itshelf."

Still stumbling around, Shiro finds her footing, leaning on her cane for support. She glances at Vinda. "Just because they're dumb doesn't mean you should treat them like that," she says, before turning to Shona. "And my name isn't Shamalama--aaaaand she's already gone." She sighs, picking up a forgotten piece of paper off the ground and walking over to Luna to hand it off to her.

Boscoe lightly reels at Shona's punch, smiling so happily the air seems to sparkle around his face. "Heh heh," he rumbles. "See, Kayin? It absolutely works. As long as the friendship is strong in your fist, it will be strong in your heart." He sets a flipper down heavily on Shona's shoulder. "And what is your name, young lady?"

"Luna, I think you said your name was?" Asks Shiro, walking up. "You forgot this paper, and uh... Oh geeze." In the distance, a loud fire alarm begins to sound, and the scattered students, including Vinda's suddenly dedicated attendants look in the direction of the school's loudly ringing bells. "Brace yourself," she says quietly. "I think someone's trying to start a panic."

Shiro stands up, abruptly, staring hard at the girl who tripped the boys. Reaching underneath Boscoe's flipper she draws out a wooden cane, almost as long as she is tall. "Bullies..." She growls, twisting the handle of the cane. Boscoe's flipper lands heavily on her shoulder again.

"No fighting," he says. "It's your first day."

"But--"

"No buts! No fighting. Go make friends." The walrus lifts its flipper, letting Shiro take a step forward. Boscoe then punches her immediately and hard in the back. "FRIENDSHIP PUNCH." The blow sends her flying in to the middle of the stare-down between Shona and Luna. She skids to a stop on her face, coming to a rest with her face in the dirt. Her eyes swirly and dazed, she stands up using the cane, her knees knocking together from embarrassment and pain.

"P-Pleased to meet you. I'm Shiromori. N-no fighting on your first day."

"Ooh, geeze," Shiro says, leaning forward and stretching her hand towards Kayin's suddenly aching head. Her hand stops short, unsure of what she'd do with it if it got there. "No offense but he seems like kind of a huge jerk."

"You shouldn't speak ill of a student's spiritual guide," rumbles Boscoe. "Each one is designed to provide the right push that a student needs to bring out their best."

"That doesn't make him less of a jerk," mutters Shiro. "Besides, you should thank him for being a jerk, it's the only way I'm gonna appreciate a giant eggplant like you." She sticks her tongue out, dodging the Walrus flaring its tusks huffily forward. Catching one she stops and half-turns at the new girl entering with her fox. "Well, looks like we're not the only ones that missed out on getting forms. People are still showing up?"

"Well, I'd prefer not to," said Shiromori, considering, "Then again, making it through years of school training with no one knowing my real name could be my greatest feat of stealth yet." She glances over at Kayin. "Ah, except for you, of course! Seeing as somebody introduced me."

"The House of Unyielding Radiance does have measures in place to keep out the riff-raff," intones Boscoe, sniffing and turning his nose up, making Shiro dodge out of the way of one of his tusks.

"Isn't that why we have animal invitation letters anyway?" Shiro asks. "Speaking of which," she turns back to Kayin, "Where's yours?"

"You can be all of those things," Says Shiro, drawing a knife from underneath her rough-cut, leather parody of a school uniform and picking her teeth with it, watching the unfolding brawl with a casual disinterest. She stops, sucking on the point of it slightly as Kayin brings up the magic.

"I didn't think about that at all." She says flatly, suddenly worried. She unfolds the piece of paper. "I don't know if they have any magic on them, but he signed in pen. Apparently my name is... What the hell kind of name is Dragneel?" She angles her head up, looking at Boscoe. "Are they enchanted?"

"I'm sure I don't know," says the walrus airily. "And if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to tell you anyway."

"Humph. Well, this is a magical school, right? Somebody's gotta know." Shiro sheathes her knife again, glancing around for a likely suspect.

"All I know is if you don't get one, you face automatic expulsion. I don't know what that means, exactly, but coming from that big guy--"

"The Omnesiac! Your headmaster!" Boscoe interjects.

"--him, I'm sure it's no good. Be right back." Shiro jaunts away, back into the crowd that's slowly dispersing, students milling around.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Slight of Hand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Still mostly hiding underfoot, she makes to snatch a form again. She gets bumped by the student she stole from before, who's patting himself down trying to find his form. He turns to see her, form in hand and staring up at him. Shiro gulps audibly, then points to the student she just stole from and says "He did it." Without waiting to see his reaction, she turns and flees.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

She vaults over Boscoe, settling down on the other side of him, out of view and pointedly ignoring the brawl that starts to unfold behind her. "See? Piece of cake." She says to Kayin.

"Unsubtle, why, Shiromori is the very height of..." Shiro starts to say, but her voice is muffled by Boscoe's flipper again. She struggles ungracefully out from underneath the Walrus. "Hmph. Nice to meet you," she says, her mouth still turned into an exaggerated grimace. "My name is Shiromori Okyoni." She extends her hand, with the registration letter in it. "Here. I can get another one, I'm sure." She leans in, as if she's imparting a great secret, and whispers, "This isn't actually a letter from my father!"

Boscoe quietly chuckles. "As you can see, the little one does have a heart. You may just have to dig a while to find it." The halfling ineffectually punches his bulk, still holding up the form for Kayin.