[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Time marched on and on and on. It was time's thing, after all. For some people time went by slowly, others it went by quickly. And in a couple of instances, time had this unfortunate tendency to blur. Lately, that was the case for one Junsuina Kanjo. There was already one instance of her not realizing what particular day she was on, and she was soon to roll into another. In her dorm she slowly came to, reaching out for her phone and opening it up to see what time it was. Needless to say, she went from barely awake to hyped up on Mountain Dew in a split second. Hastily putting herself together, her shirt not tucked in her socks around her ankles and her tie not even tied she'd bolt out of her dorm room with bag in hand as she rushed to try and make it to her class that she thought she was late for; obviously, this was a day she didn't have class, but she didn't know that in the heat of the moment. She was so dead set on trying to make it on time that she failed to brake upon turning a corner, slamming headfirst into a girl and in order to not make things awkward she pirouetted away and fell over against a wall, letting out a small, 'ow', before getting to her knees. "S-sorry, I'm late for my Wednesday class!" she says, trying to pulled herself together and the contents of her bad that were now scattered all over the ground. Amilia Pierce

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[Amilia Pierce]

“Calm down Amilia. It’s not the end of the world! I’m sure we’ll have fun here!” Said a voice in the head of a silver-haired girl as she angrily walked the halls of her new UAU dorm. Dressed in casual clothes and pulling along two rolling suitcases, everything seemed normal, at least almost everything. If the bundle of 10 swords strapped to her back wasn’t strange enough, the silver-haired girl had an ornate floating sword following alongside her that moved around animatedly. “Just sod off, why don't you? You bloody well know why I’m so angry about being shipped off to this posh school. We were both ready to start some real Hero work with Mum and Dad! Instead, they drop this on me at the last minute!” The girl rants in a low voice towards the sword with a heavy British accent. Still only heard in her head the sword bobs along as it continues the conversation. “Maybe they waited so that you wouldn’t have a chance to argue it? We both know… Hey! Where are you going?!” Cal replied before being cut off when Amilia sped up her pace and forced the floating blade to catch up as she approached a corner.

So focused on walking quickly and thinking about the last few days, Amilia didn’t slow down as she turned the corner either as she ran headfirst into someone else. Not expecting the sudden impact, the girl went stumbling back and tripped over one of her suitcases as she went tumbling onto the floor. In the process of falling her other bag went tumbling where the zipper popped open and threw half her clothes over the hallway. “Bloody hell!…” She muttered as she rubbed the back of her head and tried to figure out what just happened.

Quickly getting ahold of herself, Amilia jumped up to her feet and inspected the person who ran into her to be a girl around her age in a half-assembled copy of the uniform she had seen everyone wearing on her way here. With orange hair and green eyes, the girl starts to pick up her belongings that were scattered across the ground as she starts blabbering about being late to class, even though it wasn’t Wednesday. With her own troubles momentarily forgotten, the swordswoman begins to correct the girl when she suddenly hears a mental cry from behind her.

“How dare you sully the honor of the Pierce house! Now we must dual to show everyone our great house will not be pushed around!” Cal, the floating sword calls out as he charges toward the other girl, with only Amilia being all the wiser to what he said. Realizing what her stupid best friend was trying to do, the silver-haired girl lunged forward and grabbed the floating blade as she stopped Cal mid-flight with a small grunt. “No, you don’t you daft hunk of scrap! There is no honor in starting a dual like this! Just because we train with surprise duals back home doesn’t mean we do that here! Since when does a Knight act that way!” She cries out, the girl only hearing half the conversation, as Amilia clamped down on her control over Cal and with a swing of her harm launches the blade back down the hallway she had come from, only for the blade to slowly lose speed before stopping mid-air and beginning to float back towards her with a grumbling Cal.

Letting out a sigh that she stopped her idiot friend from doing something stupid, Amilia realizes she did the one thing her brother recommended she not do, talk to Cal out loud in front of others. With an obvious blush appearing on her face, she tried her best to put on her professional mask as her posture became forcefully straight and shoulders squared. Mind racing to figure out what to do now that she had properly met someone from the university, she quickly settled onto her last thought before Cal started acting daft. “S-Sorry about that… You just said Wednesday classes, but it is only Tuesday…” Amilia said in passable Japanese. Not yet completely fluent in the language. As the adrenaline spike from the sudden excitement wore off, the uncertainty about how she was to handle these types of social situations began to plague the back of her mind.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... What was that? English? It wasn't even the English she was familiar with. Despite loving history and looking to understand other cultures Jun could care less about learning other languages. They were so hard. Especially English! Where she would normally be able to pick out maybe every third word, she could only pick out every fifth here. Either way, she was in a hurry to get her stuff together. At least, until the girl began to speak to her in her own tongue. And the revelation surrounding what day of the week it was caused her to stop, blink, and sink down in relief. "Oh..." In order to confirm this she pulled out her phone to check the time and date. Her next class wasn't until later that day. "S-sorry," she says, getting everything up and dumped into her bag before setting it aside, moving over to help Amilia with her things. "I got a little carried away there, I thought I was running late. Let me...help..." The floating sword was something she initially accepted because hallucinations were a lot more frequent when she forwent sleep. Normally things like that were brief, though, and this thing just. Floated. "Uh. Is that a floating talking sword?" Jun of course couldn't hear Cal, but watching enough anime she could piece tropes together swiftly. And while not every sword in anime talked, almost all the floating ones did. Amilia Pierce

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[Amilia Pierce]

Seeing that the girl Amilia had run into was calming down after seeming to realize that no, she wasn’t late, the swordswoman began to pick up her belongings that had gone flying in the collision. The other girl finished up first and moved over to help collect the remaining clothes as she apologized for the incident. Clearing her throat to try and keep the behavior of a knight that she was trained to embody, the girl replied. “It is fine. Apology accepted. Part of the blame is on me anyway as I was walking fast myself… So sorry…” Her voice was overly formal and stiff as she spoke, obviously trying to be respectful.

After the apologies were finished, the girl brought up the elephant… sword, in the room. Eyes lighting up, Amilia forgot about decorum as she got the chance to talk about her best friend! “Yes, he is! This is Cal, my best friend that I grew up with ever since my quirk manifested.” She said proudly as she stopped packing up to reach out and grab hold of Cal out of the air. As soon as her hand wrapped around the handle, her appearance changed. Her eyes turned a fiery red with the ends of her hair gaining the same feature as it gradually faded to its natural silvery white.

“While he can talk, only I can hear him. And I’m not crazy! He can really talk!” Amilia responded as if she hadn’t changed at all. “Mom and Dad both told me to make sure new people understood that if Cal was involved… I don’t get the point of it though…” She muttered quietly, just barely loud enough that the girl in front of her would know what she said. Not long after she said that Amilia's face seemed to take a minute change in an instant as she began speaking again. The only difference this time however was that the way she spoke was just… different. “What the training-obsessed loner forgot to do was properly introduce herself. My name is Caliburn, but you can call me Cal.” A moment later her expression changed back to what it was before as she turned towards the blade. “What do you mean by loner?! I always have you so I’m rarely alone, so how can I be a loner?!” She retorted before the slight shift happened again. “I’m both a talking sword and your only friend. I think that counts as being a loner. And you still haven't introduced yourself yet.”

Chastised, Amilia blushed slightly before she straightened her back like a soldier. “My name is Amilia Pierce, second in line of the Pierce family in London England. It is a pleasure to meet you.” As she finished she stuck out her hand to shake after releasing Cal, causing the blade to float in the air next to her and revert the changes that had happened to her hair and eyes.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The moment Amilia acknowledged that it was indeed a floating talking sword, Jun breathed a slight sigh of relief. Sort of. UAU was in its own way an insane asylum, what with the number of delusional and mentally ill people. Herself being one of them. Wait, where did that come from? Anyways, she looked at the sword, then the change in Amilia's appearance and the change in tone. Yeah. Yeah, while Jun might have a screws loose Amilia definitely seemed to be three fries short of a Happy Meal. Buuuuut this wouldn't be the first time she had encountered a second personality within another person due to their quirk...so. Couldn't be that bad, right? "Um. Right." She looked at the hand, shifting in place a little as her anxiety cropped up. Instead of taking it, she bowed, while also offering out some of the clothes she had picked up. "I-I'm Junsuina Kanjo, Second year. Heroics department. It's nice to meet you!" She hoped that not taking Amilia's hand wasn't seen as rude. Many foreigners found that offensive...she hoped this one didn't. Amilia Pierce

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