(AN: lucky for you guys, i lied. im going to be uploading 2 chapters these 3 days because fuck my sanity.

Also because it just feels dickish to just not when i have a chapter ripe for pasting.)

So... Maybe fighting Arcus was a bad idea.

"Pfft... s-sorry! It just..."

Yes, I had my ass whooped. Yes, I have some scars on my face now. And the best part about it is that today is the welcoming ceremony. Meaning that everyone is here and seeing the fuckup I made.

"Shut."

Hey, you know what sounds like a good idea? Finding a bully to blow off some steam on after the indoctrination speech.

Looking over the student body, no one other than our very own vulture strikes me as potential chucklefuck material, and even then she only fits the bill due to her extreme pride. I guess we would need to simply wait to see what the future ho-

"...your knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

...The Parakneea is going off. I have yet to invoke the Law Of Murphy. I didn't leave the oven on. Why is i- WHY IS OZ STARING AT ME. Are there local legends about me!? Did someone see me through a mirror?! FUCK.

Okay, it seems like the assembly is over, time to just blend in with th-

"Hey, Allen, lets see if we can make some new friends!"

...Blend in? With the Rose? No way...

I can tell I will end up embarrassing myself just so I can get out of human interaction. I would totally fucking do that. Don't think I won't.

She is nyooming over to a little group already set up. Great. Now I get to be a excessive wheel.

"Hi! My name's Summer! Who are you guys?"

"..."

"Uh... Joan?"

"Azure. Willow just left a while ago, but she should be back soon."

I can see all of them possessing confusion & annoyance in varying degrees. Please, if it would appease you, kill me now. I desire nothing less than facing a fully-assembled Exodia. At least then I- wait. Joan? As in, Joan of Arc? Joan Arc? And Willow? As in the Schnee? ...Murphy, when have I wronged you?

"Come on! It's rude not to introduce yourself!"

"...Allen. And on behalf of my friend here, I apologize profusely for interrupting any conversations you were having."

"No, no, it's fine! We were just getting to know each other! It's fine!"

"Kali."

God, I beg of thee, release me from this pain.

"Perfect! Uh, do you wanna be friends?"

Great. Now she went and wei-

"Sure."

I don't know what should worry me more. The fact that one of the future leaders of a terrorist group wants to be friends with who may as well be my sister. Or the fact that Summer managed to make a future terrorist leader want to be her friend.

"Summer. Come on. Can I please just hole up in a corner and sleep? Please don't make me interact with people."

"No! Not having friends isn't healthy!"

"I have you."

No mercy. Honor is for cowards and gods, and I haven't even reached demigod level yet.

"That doesn't count! We've been together since... The village... And we're basically siblings at this point!"

Hate.

No. Calm. Cease. That was a long time ago. You couldn't do an-

"Woah... is that your semblance?"

Huh?

"What?"

"Your arm! It's got spikes on it!"

Huh. she's right. Sale Briege HAS activated.

"Huh. Guess it also activates based on emotions, too."

"That's... Actually kinda cool. Can you do anything else with it?"

Alright, something that actually intrigues me as well. Shouldn't be able to fuck this up too badly. "Well, as of now, I can make spears, armor, and darts I can shoot like bullets. Right now, I'm trying to make drills. You would think it would be easy, since it's just spinning drills. Apparently, it isn't that easy."

"Really?! Show me tomorrow! I can help you, too!"

"Okay..."

"You seem pretty strong. Mind sparring tomorrow as well?"

"Perfect! I mean, I don't really have much to do, and Allen's little company is being handled just fine!"

I swear if I didn't have a Spark of Divinity in me my neck would have snapped.

"His wh-"

"What are you talking about Summer?"

"Oh! I went to talk to mr. Pegasus about how everything would be kept running while we were gone, but he said he had it under control."

"...god damnit you two..."

Aaaaand the swear jar is banging my head.

"Stop cussing! It's bad!"

"...This is gonna be a running gag, aint it?"