Japan was a beautiful country Artyom summarized, its culture while somewhat at odds with what he was used it seemed enjoyable. It's timely manner with transport made him wish his home country could get with the times though it was just slightly larger in scope. About 45 times larger according to his calculations. The perks of being a compact place. Even so, they still managed to fit so much, Nexusville was an example of that; a bustling metropolis filled with people, culture, odd commercial monsters and most importantly of all; a network of streets that made a newcomer's life an exciting game of Russian roulette on whether or not one would reach their intended destination!<br/><br/>The locals were for the most part helpful, though their instructions were at times hard to follow, what with the language barrier, trying to translate that into proper directions, ignoring the whispering of demons and answering the questions of demons one had made pacts with meant that, at times, it was hard to remember the directions.<br/><br/>At least they didn't actively try to kill him for his knowledge or because they wanted a rival out of the way... for now anyway.<br/><br/>The good news was that he nearing the school, regardless of his lack of navigation skills, but the sounds of blaring sirens and some strange messages announcing something probably meant that he was missing something interesting. That was until he noticed a several strange discus shaped craft floating above the city. Well, one fewer after it seemed to have been shot down by something or someone. Regardless, it wasn't really his problem, Artyom was new to the country, no need to step on the toes of heroes who made their home and living saving the people here. That and he wasn't really a good, good guy. Not after his first day in Japan... Just remembering the panicked screams made him regret not thinking of covering his demonic pacts sooner. No one told him that it was considered taboo. "Could have been worse," Artyom muttered to himself as he neared the building, staring down at the ground still somewhat embarrassed, "At least he did not try to take eyes out to unsee markings."<br/><br/>The startling sound of gunfire caused Artyom to dive to the ground, "Is starting to be more and more exciting like Academy back home." The teen laughed as the gunfire died down, his uniform was still intact, a small scrap here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as he was concerned.<br/>No. What was more worrying was getting on time to class, it would be poor form of him to arrive late on his first day, especially as an exchange student, after all, the amount of participants in the warlock rumble left him as the only candidate to go, so he had to do the Academy proud!<br/><br/>Gathering himself up and rounding the corner, Artyom came across a rather awkward confrontation, an axe armed, fiery red-headed girl aiding an other girl in a rather risqué outfit from what appeared to be small bobbled headed nudists. Had he not come from an Academy that encouraged its students to summon and deal with demons by offering the blood of their rivals or otherwise giving into other favours, Artyom may have found the scene somewhat complexing. Not specifically because of what was happening in itself but more so because he wasn't sure if this was considered the norm of the country. After all for all he knew this could be like Sacrificial Saturdays back home.<br/><br/>"Pardon me!" The Russian called from where he stood, "Do not wish to disturb but is this Nexus High? I am new exchange student from Grislaw Academy. Guide to school became unwell... had to try and locate school by myself."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>