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[tripaned]

Would someone be so kind as to inform me where the library is?

[And there had better be one, or this will be one very disappointed Zexion.

And, um, no, he's not going to tell you who he is. Have fun!]

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[memorizethefire]

Head up the stairs by the dorms and turn left. Should be right there.

[tripaned]

Thank you. [It's completely inefficient not even to be on the map, Zexion is thinking to himself as he walks that way.]

And who are you?

[memorizethefire]

No problem.

Axel Curtis, Government teacher. And yourself?

[tripaned]

Zexion Courtois, teaching Sociology and Creative Writing. I arrived on Sunday.

[memorizethefire]

Welcome to the school, Zexion. I'm sure that you'll enjoy it here.

[tripaned]

I hope so. Have you been here long? From what I see, there are a lot of new arrivals.

[Oh, Axel, you irk him already.]

[memorizethefire]

A few weeks. I'm new too, as are a lot of the kids. They're not so bad, though.

[tripaned]

Approximately how long have most of them been here?

[memorizethefire]

A few have been here for all four years, some are freshmen who've been here since they started high school and the newest one I'm pretty sure starts today.

[tripaned]

A varied mix. Interesting. And where are you staying?

[memorizethefire]

In one of those cushy staff rooms. It's nice to get free room and board here.

[tripaned]

I thought so. I wonder if you're close by. [He's hoping not.]

[memorizethefire]

Might be. Look around.

[What's this, he's behind you!]

[tripaned]

[Zexion starts, stiffening, but turns calmly around, raising an eyebrow] Hello.

[memorizethefire]

Hello. [Axel grins at him, opening his arms in greeting] Here's your welcome to the school in person.

[tripaned]

[Zexion quirks an eyebrow at him, nodding in thanks] Do you expect a hug? I'd like to get to know you a little better first before we become that familiar.