The Jitters (OPEN! 8D)

[satellarma]

See, the thing about new places is that you don't know anything about them. She heard about this place, a place for gifted people such as herself, and so she got in as soon as she possibly could. It sounded, at the time, like the deal of a lifetime. Everything to her, because of her situation or something else (she didn't really pay attention to any specifics other than weaseling her way in as soon as possible) was free. Now, this could possibly have been the case with any student simply because of the implications of this institute. They were important, and being so important Ari tuned them out in favor of salivating over free food. Free good food. And free shelter. Ari had her clothes, Ari had her keepsakes (and the huge metal gauntlet she carried with her at all times), and Ari had just about everything she needed to live comfortably for the next period of time ranging from months to years depending on how long her stay was.

Everything except friends. Ari was alone here. Truly and undoubtedly alone. It was an odd feeling. She had run away because she felt so alone, yet she came here to this sprawling place filled with people and weird reptile things that she avoided like the plague and... She was alone. Great, awesome. Maybe it was how she looked. Everyone else looked fairly odd to her, but that was normal here. Headdress blankets weren't exactly the look here, but Ari never claimed to be fashionable, only utilitarian. Now that was an excuse.

Still, being alone had its side effects from there. She found it weird to be walking about aimlessly with nobody to talk to. She could say that she was taking in the sights, or... Nah. She whipped out a small, folded up piece of paper and stuck her nose in it, trying to find out where she was going. Ari was good with maps, for sure, so she could find her way. There was one distinct disadvantage to being alone and wandering in one direction. She made contact with someone else. And it wasn't just an awkward arm brush. Ari, not looking where she was going, pretty much ran right into someone. She was much more preoccupied on apologizing rather than finding out who this person was.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I was just looking here at this map. I'm still pretty new and I didn't really know where I was going so I was going to get back to where I wanted to go, and then... Sorry!" And the first impression Ari made was a weird, oblivious motormouth. Ten points and a gold star. Ugh. Ari seriously needed to stop embarrassing herself like this. Experiencing this once was enough. After this, she vowed, she'd always watch where she was going. This was certainly going to be just awful...

[The Horned Frog]

It had been a busy year since the Tartalians arrived to the planet Earth, prompting the Great Alliance to establish a home base of operations. A busy year for The Foreigner especially, with the help of Belldandy, was able to communicate and decipher the Tartalian language in the first place. Yet after that and the docking of their enormous ships underneath the sea surrounding the island headquarters, it's been construction oversights and numerous meetings with their Princess. Walking down the grand concourse of the University's campus with one Aino Minako, this was one of the more forgettable walks back to the dorm. While the aliens were very much like the human counterparts. They're hard to work with on some days, and easy to work with on others.

This was one of the harder days to work with them. It was all about strategies and how to conduct proper defenses against that of the Imperium. While no one was all for hiding when an Imperium scouting force or even worse, an Imperium fleet...it was how they could engage the Imperium far enough away from Earth without disturbing the general populace while limiting allied casualties in the Sol System itself. It proved to be a tough task and a lot of arguing. The Tartalians were for conducting operations once the Imperium warships came in between the space between the Earth and its moon, making it easy for ground-to-space operations to take place.

David wanted something a little more further range. It was to construct three fusion powered 'solar cannons' in a weapons systems dubbed "Michael": named after the angel who cast Satan from Heaven. The Horned Frog believed firmly that the Imperium simply cannot enter Earthspace and frighten the Earth's populace, who has since considered the Tartalian arrival to be a gigantic hoax with actors as the aliens. All the fact was...was that there had a one hell of a coverup. And unforuntately, the Tartalians didn't know what a 'coverup' meant. Granted they were a society whose culture was one with that of the military.

Clad in his familiar black gear, his tall frame was a stark contrast to that of the small alias of Sailor Venus. His helmet was tucked underneath his right arm, his face being hit with that of the South Pacific sun and the ocean winds, his eyes were diverted and his black hair flowed backwards. He sighed openly. For the past week, he was persuaded to bring Minako to these meetings. And while she was indeed a good member of the Alliance to have around, he constantly had the pressure of others whispering that they were dating. And granted she was a very lovely girl, his work schedule didn't allow for free time. There was only a couple hours of sleep, along with meeting and greeting new students, instructing classes, meeting with the Tartalians and learning their culture and martial arts, learning about the Imperium, among other things.

Yet he looked over with his violet eyes towards the blonde Japanese girl. "So after a week or so, what do you think of the aliens? I suppose their situation reminds you of your allies in Kinmoku?" David addressed the Sailor Senshi, trying to spark a business-like conversation. From the stories that Sailor Moon had shared of Kakyuu, Galaxia, and Chaos, he become somewhat familiar with the story. He was uncomfortable being this, as this diplomat of sorts. A dipolmat in trying to be this grand liason between a uniquely alien civilization on the run and that of humanity.

Then, he bumped into someone. Of course, he wasn't looking, he was looking at Minako and trying to stir at least a conversation that didn't have anything to do with how pretty he looked. He looked down to see a young girl in horns, tails, tanned skin, and a naive look on her face. The Foreigner slowly blinked at the girl, who was evidently a new student of the University.

It was one of the gifted that had been recruited to the University of New Masada. However, there was such an influx of new faces that the Horned Frog couldn't keep up with them all. At first, he straightened up his posture and stiffened himself. Like the horned frog, he was ready to defend himself at any moment. But seeing that it was one of the students, his face softened and his head tilted. Observing the map in her hands, he assumed that she was lost and needed to find her dormitory. "My apologies, really. Welcome to New Masada. How's your stay thus far?" He was being vague in his question.

He couldn't assume that she was lost, for she would bring it up if she had recognized who he was. Unless Minako opened up her mouth. At least he wouldn't have to explain who he was if both of those scenarios were to happen. He was ready for the other thing to happen and he would have to explain himself, give directions, or answer a few questions that the girl had for him. Nothing wrong with breaking from business a bit and getting used to this new reality, that's for sure.