Who: Sparx Larsa<br/>For: Open<br/>Where: At the top of the mountain, taking down data.<br/>When: Mid Afternoon, Sunday<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Sparx smirked at the two girl, and then noticed that mostly everyone was starting to practice or spar, including the two he was talking to. He nodded to them, then sat down, which wasn't nearly as easy since he had so much weight on him. He strained, to just sit down, let alone pull out his data pad and start taking notes. ~Why the fuck are these damn charms so fucking heavy! I can't even type right.~ His fingers shook terribly as he tried to hold his arm up and type. His shoulders bore the most weight, and he seemed so stiff. For someone who who type a hundred words in half a minute to suddenly not being able to hit a few keys was an embarrassment.<br/><br/>~No! Fucking Demon-Sensei isn't going to take this away from me. I may not be able to run up a hill but damn if I let her slow down what I really am good at!~ He fought through. A lot of adjustments needed to be made in order for him to actually be able to type, but he figured out that by sitting cross-legged with his elbows on his knees, he could support his arms. The markings were on his forearm though, closest to his hands, so it was still rough just holding them up and moving to hit specific keys. Typing the wrong letter became a devastating failure which resulted in him having to move his arm all the way to the backspace key. It was infuriating. He had to type much slower than normal just to get the feel of everything, and a mistake would mean expending way too much time and energy to correct. He had to be absolutely flawless, yet fast at the same time.<br/><br/>Everything as happening all at once. There was no pause or play button here, so he couldn't stop the world to take his notes and restart it when he was ready for more.He had to keep up with every single student: every movement they made, every style they used and every reaction they influenced on the world around him. This was truly one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but it had to be done. He needed to know everything about everybody: their strengths, weaknesses, personality types, fighting styles, everything! He was making a lot of mistakes though. He'd forget letters in people's names. He'd hit a key one too many times. Sometimes he'd miss keys all together. He groaned, but kept fighting through. Hopefully, once the class was over, he'd be able to go over his notes without the weights and fix any obvious mistakes as well as add any information he missed.<br/><br/>He thought of Siren and Chiya at that moment.<em>"You could always just ask..."</em>Their words echoed in his mind. He could possibly do that. He worried, though, that no one would be willing to give him any information after such an embarrassing trek up this mountain path. Still, it was worth considering if his notes came out horribly disfigured. Only time would tell...