The conversation Tara and I had was still bouncing around in my head. Telling me I wasn't normal? That she was concerned about me? Where does she get off.. if anything I should be concerned about her.. going out all the time, not coming back to our room. That Janey girl was odd enough to raise some eyebrows. Of course Tara was right. I wasn't really normal, I mean being an ex-demon was one thing, but now an ex-ex-demon? Yeah. Hint of complexity there. She left to go hang out with Janey again no doubt and I was left sitting in our room. It was slowly becoming my room though
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It was a good thing Anya introduced herself with her name, since Kyla couldn’t quite recall it, something she immediately chided herself for. Paying attention to such small details may prove a crucial skill in some situation. To give her some credit, she did recognize Anya, not only from the tour but from class as well. The most surprising thing had been that Anya actually remembered her. Kyla had been keeping to herself quite a bit, after all. But perhaps the general inhabitants of Sunnydale were more observant than she was giving them credit for.
A friendly smile came over her face along with a look of recognition as she moved her books slightly aside, making room for the other girl to sit if she so desired. “Anya, right…you’re in my feminist theory class as well, aren’t you?”
For a moment I thought I had picked the wrong person. I had kept my head down in most my classes, trying to see if I could visualize the person in my head before I actually saw them. Trying to hone my skills the best I could. I was out of practise, but I knew I could get back to the top of my game in no time. It was just hard managing school, a roommate with her suspicions and vengeance.
She slid her stuff over and smiled. I was right!
“Anya, right…you’re in my feminist theory class as well, aren’t you?”Oh crap. One of those classes full of angry women? Probably. One of my best classes to get little seeds of hate. I remembered the class just not many of the people in it
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I raised an eyebrow at her on the comment about not paying attention in classes. Yes, a syllabus usually continued at least a general outline for a course, but not paying was just…unwise at best. But then again, I had to remember that not all the students here had the same priorities as I did. Though from the looks of things, staying alive should be priority number one for the general populus….
"So classes going okay for ya? Oh! Hey how is your roommate!"
Her question snapped me back to the situation at hand. “My roommate is fine, as far as my knowledge extends. At least I would be confirm so if I ever saw her in more than passing. I’m beginning to think she might be a phantom of some kind.” A slight smirk appeared on my face.
“And classes are- quite interesting so far to say the least. It’s gong to be quite an eventful semester if everything’s like that first feminist theory session, hm?”
She sort of stared off for a moment no doubt thinking of ways to get out of talking to me. Maybe Tara was right. Maybe I wasn't normal. I mean yeah I know I am not 'normal', and odd has always been associated with me. At least Xander would think so. It was just hard trying to be normal and someone that Kyla might eventually ask to hang out with. It wasn't seeming to go very well though.
“My roommate is fine, as far as my knowledge extends. At least I would be confirm so if I ever saw her in more than passing. I’m beginning to think she might be a phantom of some kind.”
She smiled in a crooked manner and I let out a small laugh. Although it was Sunnydale. Anything is possible. Perhaps her roommate was a ghost of sorts. That would be interesting. Far more interesting that whatever was going on in any classes.
“And classes are- quite interesting so far to say the least. It’s gong to be quite an eventful semester if everything’s like that first feminist theory session, hm?”I smiled, remembering the brawl that broke out during the
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“No, it wasn’t a very well timed bit of spontaneity on their part, now was it?” I gave a friendly smile. Anya seemed nice enough, a bit twitchy and anxious if anything. Too much caffeine, perhaps? In any event, it was a chance for me to talk to someone I usually don’t. Which in a sense, meant anyone at all… But that was something I was aware of and intent on changing….
I nodded. “Yes, her things are still there, she just never is,” I commented with a slight laugh. My thoughts turned to the last thing she said, considering it. “And does that happen often? People just up and leaving, practically disappearing, possessions and all?”
I was getting a bit antsy. This whole chit chat thing was a lot more difficult when I didn't have anything to do. I could chit chat people up when I was trying to get the information from them. Trying to see what was wrong in their life. However that was just small talk to get to the part where I grant their wish. I couldn't really do that with someone I knew. I mean there was no one to get vengeance on here. It was just two students chatting it up.
“No, it wasn’t a very well timed bit of spontaneity on their part, now was it?”
I smiled, and laughed. Again normal things. Perhaps I was over analyzing it too much. Maybe it wasn't about trying to be normal. Maybe it was just being me. Which of course wasn't really too difficult. I would just have to watch what I said. I can't be too forward with her. I had just really met her.
“Yes, her things are still there, she just never is, and does that happen often? People just up and leaving, practically disappearing, possessions and all?”I had read about a few students in the paper, and then
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"I think so. I know that Janey's roommate did that. All her stuff packed up and left a note. Janey thought it was odd, but hey she has a single now.
/Hmm, interesting./ Kyla made a mental note to look into that later. Perhaps see if she could do some digging and find out comparatively how many students at UC Sunnydale made it through their first semester. Or first month, even, from what she had seen thus far and from what Anya was saying. Kyla had a sneaking suspicion the number would be relatively high.
"Hey, want to go get some coffee? Or something non-cafeteria to eat? I think there is a little coffee shop in town. I mean you don't have to, I just thought it would be nicer than random bench in the middle of campus."“That it most certainly would,” I said, gathering up my things and arranging them into my backpack. “I could always use caffeine, and perhaps a change of scenery. I still haven’t seen very much of the town at all so far.” Keeping my friendly smile, I tried to keep the conversation going as we walked
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She started to gather up her belongings, so I took that to assume that she was going to say yes to my proposal of leaving campus. I would have started to pack up things as well, but I hadn't really brought anything. So I just sat there, while she put her stuff away.
“That it most certainly would, I could always use caffeine, and perhaps a change of scenery. I still haven’t seen very much of the town at all so far.”
I nodded and soon enough we were on our way towards the downtown area. Again it was more walking but the thought that she hadn't said no to me reassured me that I was more than normal, I was a 'college student' and Tara was just plain crazy to have come to such assumptions. We made it off campus and I led the way towards the coffee house.
“So, are you from Sunnydale? Live here all your life or perhaps just migrated in for school?”Woah, now there is a question and a half. I suppose for others it is a simple one, but for someone who is over a thousand years old? Sort of a tricky one. Although I had always been good at
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"Looks like the police closed their investigation... I wonder who is going to take over the shop now. I mean not every shop owner is just itching to be the next victim of some odd robbery gone awry."“Very true,” Kyla said, taking in as much as she could of the scene at the magic shop without seeming overly suspicious. She was sure the official reports had probably missed things, as official reports tend to do. Especially when those things fall in the realm of the not exactly normal. The whole thing looked fairly abandoned, as if everything that needed to be done, had been and it was time to move on. This might require some investigation of her own. But later, when the time was right
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Kyla glanced at the shop, and I tried to see if I could get a look without her noticing. I mean there was a succubus on the loose after all. Nothing like a Magick Shop to help out a demon. Dismissing the thought that the succubus had an agenda outside of killing men I kept up with Kyla.
“Very true,”
I nodded and continued onto the coffee shop. We arrived and immediately I had no clue what to order. There was a million things on the menu that I had no idea what they were. Whatever happened to coffee? Why did they have to muck it up? Huh. I can get sprinkles.
“Perhaps the classes will pick up soon enough. The semester has only stared, after all. There still is a bit of time to switch your schedule up if you decide to try that. Or perhaps a change of major would be in order?”I snapped my attention back to her. There was an idea. Of course I don't think my lack of interest in the subject is the problem, I think it is the fact that I can't concentrate on anything in class except what everyone hated about everyone else. Teachers usually
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I took in as much of the town as I could as we made our way along. I really hadn’t been out much around Sunnydale so far, so anything to help me get my bearings and familiarize myself with things better was good. Still listening to Anya, I looked around the coffee shop as we entered. Seemed to be your typical place, full of college students and other people in need of a caffeine infusion. But if there was anything I had learned from my time in Sunnydale thus far, it was that things here were not always as they seemed. Maybe this would be a good place for me to surveil as well…
"Oh, no... I mean I like money, and most my classes? Money related. It is just so much. I mean I haven't been to school like this. Sure high school, but that was more or less simple things. This is like serious, career type things. I think I just need to focus more, stop letting outside activities get in the way."Money. Hmm. Well at least she was honest about her ultimate goals. Granted, that was pretty much the end goal of anyone’s career choice, Anya
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I took my chocolate flavored drink and sipped at it slowly while she ordered something similar. It was pretty good, sort of like hot cocoa with a kick to it.
“Ah, so you are…a business major then?”
We started to head towards one of the tiny tables, that more than likely were not meant to hold more than a cup or a small plate with an overpriced muffin on it, but still I was just glad it didn't wobble when I rested my forearms against it.
"Business Major? I don't think so... I mean I haven't really thought about it. Most my classes are accounting, and math-like. Which is fine, but I think school and I just don't mix so well. I get distracted to easily." like by students thinking that their teacher should be strung out...I took another sip of my drink taking a glance around the shop. Someone in here was really upset... I just didn't want to think about it. I tried to block it out while I returned my attention back to Kyla
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/So she hasn’t really decided. Hmmm../ It truly amazed Kyla how some students just seemed to drift, not knowing what they wanted to do. She could understand maybe a semester or two, but she knew of at least a few people who were in their third semester and over that still hadn’t made a decision. For the most part, she had knows what she wanted to study. Or at least, it hadn’t taken an overly large amount of contemplation. but then again, not everyone had their life practically planned out for them like she did. Cultural anthropology would probably be of use to her when she took her father’s place, and environmental science interested her a great deal. So granted, that one could be seen as a bit of a luxury, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle as far as she had been able to discern
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It was a good thing Anya introduced herself with her name, since Kyla couldn’t quite recall it, something she immediately chided herself for. Paying attention to such small details may prove a crucial skill in some situation. To give her some credit, she did recognize Anya, not only from the tour but from class as well. The most surprising thing had been that Anya actually remembered her. Kyla had been keeping to herself quite a bit, after all. But perhaps the general inhabitants of Sunnydale were more observant than she was giving them credit for.
A friendly smile came over her face along with a look of recognition as she moved her books slightly aside, making room for the other girl to sit if she so desired. “Anya, right…you’re in my feminist theory class as well, aren’t you?”
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She slid her stuff over and smiled. I was right!
“Anya, right…you’re in my feminist theory class as well, aren’t you?”Oh crap. One of those classes full of angry women? Probably. One of my best classes to get little seeds of hate. I remembered the class just not many of the people in it ( ... )
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"So classes going okay for ya? Oh! Hey how is your roommate!"
Her question snapped me back to the situation at hand. “My roommate is fine, as far as my knowledge extends. At least I would be confirm so if I ever saw her in more than passing. I’m beginning to think she might be a phantom of some kind.” A slight smirk appeared on my face.
“And classes are- quite interesting so far to say the least. It’s gong to be quite an eventful semester if everything’s like that first feminist theory session, hm?”
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“My roommate is fine, as far as my knowledge extends. At least I would be confirm so if I ever saw her in more than passing. I’m beginning to think she might be a phantom of some kind.”
She smiled in a crooked manner and I let out a small laugh. Although it was Sunnydale. Anything is possible. Perhaps her roommate was a ghost of sorts. That would be interesting. Far more interesting that whatever was going on in any classes.
“And classes are- quite interesting so far to say the least. It’s gong to be quite an eventful semester if everything’s like that first feminist theory session, hm?”I smiled, remembering the brawl that broke out during the ( ... )
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I nodded. “Yes, her things are still there, she just never is,” I commented with a slight laugh. My thoughts turned to the last thing she said, considering it. “And does that happen often? People just up and leaving, practically disappearing, possessions and all?”
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“No, it wasn’t a very well timed bit of spontaneity on their part, now was it?”
I smiled, and laughed. Again normal things. Perhaps I was over analyzing it too much. Maybe it wasn't about trying to be normal. Maybe it was just being me. Which of course wasn't really too difficult. I would just have to watch what I said. I can't be too forward with her. I had just really met her.
“Yes, her things are still there, she just never is, and does that happen often? People just up and leaving, practically disappearing, possessions and all?”I had read about a few students in the paper, and then ( ... )
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/Hmm, interesting./ Kyla made a mental note to look into that later. Perhaps see if she could do some digging and find out comparatively how many students at UC Sunnydale made it through their first semester. Or first month, even, from what she had seen thus far and from what Anya was saying. Kyla had a sneaking suspicion the number would be relatively high.
"Hey, want to go get some coffee? Or something non-cafeteria to eat? I think there is a little coffee shop in town. I mean you don't have to, I just thought it would be nicer than random bench in the middle of campus."“That it most certainly would,” I said, gathering up my things and arranging them into my backpack. “I could always use caffeine, and perhaps a change of scenery. I still haven’t seen very much of the town at all so far.” Keeping my friendly smile, I tried to keep the conversation going as we walked ( ... )
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“That it most certainly would, I could always use caffeine, and perhaps a change of scenery. I still haven’t seen very much of the town at all so far.”
I nodded and soon enough we were on our way towards the downtown area. Again it was more walking but the thought that she hadn't said no to me reassured me that I was more than normal, I was a 'college student' and Tara was just plain crazy to have come to such assumptions. We made it off campus and I led the way towards the coffee house.
“So, are you from Sunnydale? Live here all your life or perhaps just migrated in for school?”Woah, now there is a question and a half. I suppose for others it is a simple one, but for someone who is over a thousand years old? Sort of a tricky one. Although I had always been good at ( ... )
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“Very true,”
I nodded and continued onto the coffee shop. We arrived and immediately I had no clue what to order. There was a million things on the menu that I had no idea what they were. Whatever happened to coffee? Why did they have to muck it up? Huh. I can get sprinkles.
“Perhaps the classes will pick up soon enough. The semester has only stared, after all. There still is a bit of time to switch your schedule up if you decide to try that. Or perhaps a change of major would be in order?”I snapped my attention back to her. There was an idea. Of course I don't think my lack of interest in the subject is the problem, I think it is the fact that I can't concentrate on anything in class except what everyone hated about everyone else. Teachers usually ( ... )
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"Oh, no... I mean I like money, and most my classes? Money related. It is just so much. I mean I haven't been to school like this. Sure high school, but that was more or less simple things. This is like serious, career type things. I think I just need to focus more, stop letting outside activities get in the way."Money. Hmm. Well at least she was honest about her ultimate goals. Granted, that was pretty much the end goal of anyone’s career choice, Anya ( ... )
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“Ah, so you are…a business major then?”
We started to head towards one of the tiny tables, that more than likely were not meant to hold more than a cup or a small plate with an overpriced muffin on it, but still I was just glad it didn't wobble when I rested my forearms against it.
"Business Major? I don't think so... I mean I haven't really thought about it. Most my classes are accounting, and math-like. Which is fine, but I think school and I just don't mix so well. I get distracted to easily." like by students thinking that their teacher should be strung out...I took another sip of my drink taking a glance around the shop. Someone in here was really upset... I just didn't want to think about it. I tried to block it out while I returned my attention back to Kyla ( ... )
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