<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wJe2bI4.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Behind the Classroom Building, Midday<br/><strong>With:</strong>Taro, Anyone<br/><br/>Megumi smiled slightly at the man's attempt at small talk. She could tell Taro was trying, and Megumi appreciated it. She wasn't exactly the life of the party, and she knew it. At the very least, him striking up a conversation helped her be less nervous. She responded in kind, as politely as she could.<strong>"Special Schools? Actually, I wouldn't know about those. I never went to one, as it happens."</strong>She claimed.<strong>"I um, had a bit of trouble with my powers when they came out. I've been in an psych- erm- a hospital for the last two years. Oh! But before that, I was attending Walcrest Middleschool."</strong><br/><br/>The Walcrest Academy for Gifted Youths. If Taro had been to any inter-scholastic martial arts competitions in Middleschool, he may have been keenly familiar with that school. The only thing really "Gifted" about the students attending Walcrest was that their parents all owned at least one private jet, a company, or both. In tournaments, their Akido members always had the best gear and the cleanest Gi's, but generally the worst fighters. They were really only there for the look of the thing, really. It was just a way to show off to their friends that they were really karate masters (Which, naturally, they were not.)<br/><br/>Up close, it really seemed like Megumi could be Walcrest academy material; even her stick glinted with gold filigree near the handle. Were it not for the blindfold and the fact that Megumi was actually smiling at him instead of sneering at his presence, she would be the spitting image of the usual byproduct of Walcrest education.<br/>