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</div></div><br/>Shiro stepped out of the infirmary after having his shoulder patched up by the staff, slipping on his white Atlas uniform jacket as he looked around and spotted a hand full of the others gathered nearby. As he walked over, he noticed the one the faculty had referred to as Robin Farber. In the back of his mind, he felt like he should really know that name. It seemed...<i>important </i>somehow. Particularly since he himself was from Atlas. Still, so much of Shiro's time and energy was devoted to his research, the rest being sunk into training and medicine, that he probably wasn't aware of who even the headmaster of Atlas Academy was. When he was young, after...<i>the event</i>... he had found himself lost during a regular visit to the city. He had wandered around for close to four hours before he realized he was only two blocks from his hotel. Others had dismissed it as a rural adolescent lost in an unfamiliar maze, but they were only half right. In fact, Shiro had been there many times, and had consistently gotten lost every time. It was possible that if his head wasn't in the clouds about his theories, or buried in a book, he might have noticed street signs, but even if he had, that would imply they were important enough to him to commit to memory. Shiro would scold himself for a mistake in calculation, or an error in tactical assessment, but failure to navigate a few city blocks barely registered with him, even back then. Such was his selective focus that the name Farber only seemed<i>barely </i>familiar, like passing a street sign he'd already walked by thirty times before.<br/><br/>Beacon was different of course, and the demands of his schedule meant he had to learn the school map<i>somewhat</i>. At the very least, he knew the routes to the medical wing by sheer repetition alone. He glanced up from his thoughts as he reached the gathering, straightening his glasses and catching the tail end of their conversation. "Some discomfort is to be expected." He replied to K's 'sting like a bitch' comment, "In any case, the school's supply of pain killers is somewhat less than what is carried in a standard hospital. Given that students utilize Aura for accelerated healing, most minor aches and pains are gone before a standard pill would take full effect anyway. Most of what the clinic has along those lines is simple anti-inflammatory medication. Conversely, most of the heavy duty drugs are used for wounds even Aura can't repair fast enough, and would be ill suited for minor injuries, often resulting in dependency, reduced reaction time, or inhibited focus."<br/><br/>Something nagged at Shiro's attention and he realized something. Not that he had been prattling on about medicine. To him, all of this was necessary information and they<i>obviously </i>needed to know it. instead, it was the fact that he had yet to properly introduce himself.<i>That </i>earned him a mental kick in the pants. He straightened slightly and gave a slight bow to K, Karmyne, and Robin, "Forgive me, I tend to be absent minded at times... or so I'm told... I am Shiro Usagi. It is an honor to meet you all." He recited the last bit a tad awkwardly as if he had rehearsed it even if he found formalities a waste of time.<br/><br/>Gah!<i>Time</i>! They'd been wasting so much of it! They still had yet to determine bunk assignment, shower schedules, distribution of chores... the list went on! And all of it would eat into<i>his </i>research!<b>Bah</b>! He tried to hide a mild irritation at the thought and looked to Robin and Karmyne, "Wasn't there another one on our team? Shouldn't all be present before we decide who sleeps where?" He directed his attention to Karmyne then, "Also, our apologies for any apprehension you may be feeling at rooming with four males. I'm sure I speak for Robin and K when I say, we will be on our best behavior." He nodded to K and Robin, as if sharing in the sentiment. They were all gentlemen of distinction, surely!<br/><br/>There was no way this could unfold as a comical mishap.