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Voer Walton studied Yuka for a moment, before turning to the girl sitting next to her.
"I'm Voer Walton," he stated.
"Kythra Arowenoa," she responded, and then after a moment she asked, "What are we being graded on?"
"She didn't give us that information," Voer stated in a monotone voice.
"I know she didn't, but what do you think our course of action should be?"
"Perhaps talk about a different topic," Voer said vaguely.
Kythra crossed her arms, "Well, I'm waiting for you to start one."
Voer, despite the awkwardness of the situation, didn't miss a beat, "Where do you come from?"
"Istanbul, old Earth. And you?"
"United States, old Earth."
Kythra glanced quickly at the teacher before addressing Voer again, "Next topic?"
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen, you?"
"Fourteen."
Kythra raised an eyebrow, as this guy looked like he was much older then that, "Interesting."
Voer ignored the comment, "Now why don't you come up with a topic?"
Kythra shrugged, "You seem to be doing well enough on your own."
"Fine. Mind if I take a look at your weapon?"
Kythra gave Voer a suspicious look, but she hands it over anyway, "Sure."
Voer carefully held the rifle in his hands, his eyes quickly moving across the length of it. Quickly scanning it's capabilities, he gave it back ten seconds later.
"Impressive firearm."
"Umm, thank you."
Voer nodded, "So why have you taken up gunsmithing?"
Kythra shrugged again, "Why does anyone take it up? I took it up out of necessity."
"Interesting," Voer thought about this for a moment, before continuing, "How long have you been at YUME?"
"This is my first year, and you?"
"This is also my first year."
OOC: x_x Late at night, me and WhiteMage just exchanged lines over ICQ till she got sick of doing this. So this has been done with her approval which is why there's so much inter-player conversing. |