Barbara
Yarimiel was still recovering from that whole ordeal a few days ago, but that event has left her with an unwillingness to mask her true self, isntead forcing her into a stance that basically just makes her hate anyone who doesn't accept her as she truly is, even when she attempts to work on her issues.

She'd recently heard that some sort of training area has been made, and ahe thought she should check it out, maybe something here would help her develop her power to not have it lash out every time she didn't like someone in the slightest. She looked at all of the workout and support equipment with disinterest clear in her gaze, then saw a large, empty area with bleachers on both sides. This did not look like any game court she knew. *This looked like an arena.* Her face did not change, but she felt a kindling burn to life within her soul, and she walked over to it and began to check the area out (even though there wasn't actually much to see). 

After looking around for a total of about fifteen seconds, she decided to simply stake out the area, and sat down in the middle of the arena while on her phone. She did not care if others came up to her to tell her to move, she did not want to move, she would only accept a challenger to her, and she was steadfast on this, although a casual conversation was something she wouldn't say no to.
Ema
Caspar had heard about the new training room at NC, prompting him to finally break out of the rut he had been stuck in since he got here. While he'd never show it, Cas was feeling a little overwhelmed with his new surroundings, especially since he didn't have his family here to fall back on. But he was coping. 

The training room fulfilled the more X-Menish mental image of NC Cas had before coming here. He'd decided to wander on down to the new room and give it a look, since actually training sure beat making more snowmen in the woods and taking selfies. The workout gear was fairly expected, but Cas was quite intrigued upon winding up at the sparring arena. Now *This* Was more like it! A place where Cas could test his mettle and refine his technique against some of the other students.

Speaking of other students, Cas sees one sitting in the centre of the arena. A small, frail lookin' girl with curly brown hair. Cas privately notes that the girl doesn't look too physically strong, but in NC that probably means very little. The girl's prominent position on the mat causes Cas to assume she's looking for a challenge and he decides to head on over to her and see what her deal is. He gives the girl a wave as he heads on over to greet her.
"Yo! Pretty decent place, ey? They're finally giving us something superpower-y to do..." He stuffs his hands into his jacket pocket before continuing. "I'm Cas by the way. You?"
Barbara
She looks up from her phone, the mass of *Black* Curls revealing little of her face until she swept some of the hair away, her large, black irises and pinpoint white dots i the center of them giving her eyes an uncanny look, yet it was negligible behind the look of her face overall.

An inhumanly white face stared back at Caspar with the same uninterested look, but her response was more on the articulate, thought-out side, as if she could let her thoughts spill out.

"Yeah. I thought I would have somewhere to actually get my thing under control, but no, not until now at least." She stands up, revealing her to be even smaller than anticipated under the enormous clothing she wore, a black wool sweater, dark blue pants and socks, no actual footwear besides those socks. 

"Cas, okay. I'm Yari." She did not make any more formalities besides this and simply waited for more input, having grown very bored and lethargic during her wait, but deep down, her soul itched for violence, and the moment it was suggested she would flare to life again.
Ema
Cas is struck by Yari's uncanny appearance. While she is a little aesthetically unusual to him, he doesn't make any sort of mental note about this. After all, this place is full of weird-lookin' people, if you think about it. Though, her eyes did spook him a bit. He buries his knee-jerk reaction before it becomes visible on his face. After all, nobody wants to know the person they're speaking to thought they were a bit weird for a second, right?

Cas notes Yari's abruptness and the ease with which her thoughts seem to spill out. He could sense a certain... Urgency in Yari. To him, it seemed she was waiting for something. He's not *Completely* Sure, but he feels confident in his assessment that Yari wanted to fight. To be honest, he was kinda itching for a chance to spar with someone. "So... We're both on in the sparring arena... I'm assuming we both wanna fight, right?" He asks, his hands deep inside his thick jacket pockets in a calculated show of casualness.
Barbara
She kept her gaze trained directly on Cas's eyes, and after he asked his question, her body language suddenly shed its lethargic language, now expressing a more anticipated mannerism. "Yes." The white pinpoints in her eyes sparkled slightly, but did not do anything past this. Her hands, as the excitement began to flow theough her body, would shake for a moment before beginning to twirl the bottom edge of her sweater.