<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/f1/bd/3c/f1bd3c2a4779444ef33dde660913623a.jpg)</div>Name:Sparx (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289431.msg14242071#msg14242071)<br/>Time/day: August 30th<br/>Location: Gymnasium<br/>Tagging: Team A. Also, Shye Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289431.msg14219766#msg14219766)<br/>Extra: Awkwardly avoiding the crowd.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The young human shifted off the stage when the head mistress began speaking about the event. He blinked, then reached into his jacket pocket to pull out the letter. He opened it. ~A riddle?~ Sparx wasn’t really a fan of riddles. For some reason, he could never get them, which frustrated the young man. Shrugging, however, he looked it over. He mulled it over in his head awhile. Actually, he just stared at the words hoping something would click.<br/><br/>There was, indeed, a click: He’d taken a picture using the camera on his tablet.<br/><br/>Popping the text into a search engine quickly gave the answer. ~Take the first letter to the end and it becomes reversed…?~ He blinked. Still reading left to right, it took his mind to realize ~Oh!~ and then, he read them from right to left. They were the same word.<br/><br/>Clever.<br/><br/>He looked about. It appeared as though his team had gathered together. His awkwardness kicked in. He didn’t do too well working in social groups. Especially not one which contained the opposite sex. Honestly, the same sex invoked just as much anxiety. Sparx was never the<em>cool</em>guy. That fact was always accentuated whenever he was around other men. He sighed. He’d hope to retain some semblance of a social status at least a quarter of the way through the year. It didn’t help that, in his group, there was another teacher. Sparx remembered his face from the profile of the other faculty. He seemed the formal, princely type; just like the white-haired guy he was speaking with. Both of which completely outclassed him.<br/><br/>The human shrugged. There was really no reason for him to get involved. Also, they probably wouldn’t take too kindly to him cheating in order to find the answer. Then again, was this really cheating? Don’t some monsters have, like, hundred-year lifespans? He was pretty sure they’ve done their fair share of riddles. Using his tech would therefore be the only way he could keep up. Yeah. That’s a good enough justification.<br/><br/>One of the students spoke: The cool-looking kid with dark hair. He looked smart. He answered with the same thing Sparx’s search engine pulled up. Apparently his answer was correct. The human gave a relieved sigh. ~So glad I brought this thing...~<br/><br/>On to the next one, it would seem. Sparx looked up as the headmistress spoke the next puzzle. He followed her words, then started typing them into his datapad. No point in trying to figure it out himself. He wasn’t gonna.<br/><br/>The answer popped up on a web page. He audibly snickered at the irony. Still, he’d keep it to himself. This was probably more of an exercise for the students anyway, to get their brains flowing. Or… could it be worse…? Could it be… TEAM-BUILDING?! Sparx hated team-building! It was always that awkward formula where everyone says their names and their hobbies. Sparx never had a group that found his hobby of scouring the web for coding templates<em>interesting</em>. Whenever he would go back to his fallback of gaming, he could just see their eyes instantly drop him inside the<em>nerd</em>bucket.<br/><br/>The human sighed.<br/><br/>Figuring this was a good time for a strategic withdraw to the fringes of the hall, he took a step back.<br/><br/>He should have watched where he was going.<br/><br/>He bumped into something: Well… someone. He felt something sharp poke him in the back of the head as well and he stifled a yelp. Nervously, he turned into a backstep and apologized quickly. “Ah, s-sorry I wasn’t watching where I was….” His words trailed off as he looked upon the woman whom he’d so carelessly bumped against. “going…”<br/><br/>This was going to be the hardest part for him.<br/><br/>Normally, he would avoid eye-contact with pretty girls: focusing more on their nose or lips as a way to appear like he was looking at their eyes. This girl, however, was unlike any he’d ever seen before (They all were, actually, unlike anything he'd seen before. But she especially!). Her eyes were the first thing he noticed: glowing orbs of gold, like sunlight warming his frantically beating heart. The way they contrasted with her dark skin sent a chill up his spine. He was almost completely hypnotized. That is, until his mind realized he was staring… hard!<br/><br/>“Ah…! Um… haha. That was pretty rude of me.” He tried to laugh it off. Rubbing the back of his hair awkwardly he closed his eyes and smiled wide. The image of her was still in his head. He looked at her again. She was shorter than he, but man, look at those HORNS! They were nicely decorated, like reindeer horns during the winter holidays. He looked them up and down with great fascination. Were they real? Were they a ceremonial headdress? He didn’t know. He wanted to know.<br/><br/>He was staring again.<br/><br/>“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to… stare.”<br/><br/>This was definitely going to be the hardest part… he had no idea the type of formalities those unlike himself followed. Her horns were dazzling, yes, but even when human girls wear stunning clothing, it can still come off as creepy when strange guys stare at them. Was Sparx strange? That’s the last thing he wanted!<br/><br/>“I’m Sparx!” He blurted out. His hand instinctively tensed. He held back the urge to go for a handshake. Not even all human countries shook hands. He had no idea how things were done here. He’d simply have to allow her to take the lead. “I’m a little new here, if you hadn’t already noticed. It’s nice to meet you.”<br/><br/>Every instinct in his body was telling him to run away. Whether she chew his head off for bumping into her, or he says something completely disrespectful, either way, this couldn’t possibly end well.<br/>