Who: Sparx Larsa<br/>For: Open<br/>Where: the Courtyard<br/>When: Early Afternoon, Sunday<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Sparx was just about to finish taking notes on the students when his pad fell upon Shizuru. When her fiery picture came up and her long description scrolled through the pad, he couldn't help but make a mental note to stay far away from her. Originally, she was the one who really scared him when he got here in the first place. Her character Arch Type is usually a guardian or trainer support role, but even still, during the training arc she always eats his character alive! Not something he wanted to experience in real life. It was then that he happened to look at her combat skills. Her entire diagram was completely red and, in bold letters, had DANGER written across it. She definitely proved his little pad correct when she utterly demolished that water balloon in mid-stride. If Sparx hadn't taken a second look at the woman right when he did, he would have probably missed the show completely. He smiled pleasantly to himself. ~If I just avoid her, then I'll live through another semester.~<br/><br/>And just as comically as any video game or television show, she announced earlier that she'd be instructing PE and the physical combat class. Sparx had both of those classes this semester because he'd been putting them off for so long. That pleasant smile was now frozen on his face, but only because his entire body was petrified with fear. He could oh so vividly imagine Shizuru-sensei summoning a level 72 Hellfire Bullwhip and dealing merciless Dominatrix punishment to his fragile body, as he ran on a treadmill in an embarrassing gimp outfit: his screams muffled by a bright red ball gag as she yelled horrible things about him.<br/><br/>~Welp. Time to drop out. I'll just live in my mom's basement, eat chips and play videogames.~ It was then that he heard a voice from behind him and he jumped a little before looking over his shoulder. He suppressed the look of sheer terror as Spider-man hovered hover him. He gulped. Was he about to be eaten in front of all these people? No, it didn't seem like it. Actually, it looked like he was just interested in Sparx's data pad. He asked if it was magic and the brown-haired student almost laughed.<br/><br/>"Oh, this? No, not magic." It was apparent that he was being somewhat reserved as he spoke. He didn't want to sound too much like a computer geek, but only true nerds carried this level of tech on their person at all time. It was unavoidable. He tried to be smooth about it, though, and just answered in a casual flavor. "It's actually just a pad that I can store information on." It pained him to say such a demeaning thing. His data pad had the power to simultaneously hack super computers remotely, run extremely complex programs, and play Angry Birds all at the same time! This was no simple data-storing tool for the average user, but again, Sparx knew better than to have a massive geekout.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but show off a bit, so he typed in Siren's name and her picture immediately popped up with what little information he had on her. "See? Though since she's still new I haven't been able to gather much aside from what's registered with the school." This wasn't that bad, actually: talking to someone face-to-face. He could get used to it. But then...<em>she</em>appeared almost directly in front of him.<br/><br/>Siren Lancaster. She wore enough white to almost seem like an angel, but she was all demon. With the way she was leaning in towards him, he couldn't help but get the greatest view of the most voluptuous features of her body before being able to make eye-contact with the demoness. Oh yes, he would have blushed, fawned, and preformed sacrificial rituals just to get a chance to be in the company of this girl... if he didn't know better. Years of experience have brutally beaten into this young nerd that girls like<em>that</em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>NEVER</strong></span>ended up with guys like him. His body didn't even waste the energy to summon a blush for this beautiful young girl. He simply smiled, as it was the polite and socially acceptable thing to do at this situation. She was flirty, yes, and she called him cute, but Sparx had no reason to believe she, or anyone, thought he was cute, so he simply rolled with it as if it were an empty compliment. Many would have probably mistaken him as a player at that moment, but honestly, he just knew his place. It was far from her. Besides, he didn't need Black Butler over there serving him up on a platter with an apple shoved up his ass.<br/><br/>Sure, it hurt to have thoughts like this... well, maybe hurt was too strong a word. It was more like a needle: a quick pinch, and then it was over. No more feeling. She told him if he ever sought any information on her he could just simply ask her. He nodded and, with a heavenly smile that wasn't at all manufactured, he replied, "That sounds like a good idea." He watched her briefly as she walked away, but felt no reason for his eyes to linger on her person, so he went back to his data pad and talking to the spider-man. "Speaking of which, I never got your name. Mine's Sparx. If you give me yours, I can enter it in to my pad. If you don't mind, that is." He didn't want to creep spider-dude out. Hah! He laughed at himself inward. Him, a human, creep out a spider demon. That was hilarious.