<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui mentioned briefly (touched fluffy tail), Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Just a bit longer! Hey c'mon! Waaaaaait! Does this mean I get to keep these?" Vanilja's yells came from the long since docked airship behind the herds of students. An angry looking pilot tossed the girl out on top of her luggage. "Ouf! Please mister! Y-you cannot do this. She and I...   s-she won't be able to live without me. You have to understand. I've never felt such a special spark with anyone bef-" The door locked down with a mechanical  'Cshh'  and left Vanilja alone on the pier.<br/><br/>"Haaah...  was it never meant to be?" she sighed to no one in particular, lowering her eyes. In a moment they rose back up sparkling bright with mischief and smugness. "Khihihi... spark, pffft~" Vanilja giggled at her own smarts. Spark indeed. Who knew that touching the red dust combustion vent down in the engine room would cause turbulence in the reaction and make one of the cooling pots crackle. Airships were kind of new to her, but she was pretty certain that had it not been for that one blunder nobody would have noticed her tinkering down there. The thought of the hours that could have been spent down there replaced her smile with an expression of melancholic longing, just as wind ruffled her hair.<br/><br/>Vanilja let it go and turned to look up at the tall cathedral-esque main building of Beacon academy. "Beautiful..." The wheels of her luggage began squeaking as she started towards the tower. On the way she noticed a fluffy looking white tuft peeking from a crowd and gave it a squeeze, giggling as the soft thing disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly, her scroll rang. Vanilja lifted it against her ear and heard the opening barrage from the shrillest sounding dust salesgirl ever booming through with intensity that muffled all other sounds, almost knocking her unconscious by sheer volume.<br/><br/>"Gah!" Vanilja closed her eyes and threw the scroll away without looking. The thin thing flew under Rusty's shoe just in time to get crunched into bits. Recoiling from the surprise Vanilja followed the phone and stepped right into Rusty, knocking her forehead against his nose. "Uwah!" She wasn't hurt, but the collision sent Vanilja scrambling backwards. She took a step back and still momentum toppled her to balance one outstretched leg against most of her torso. Luckily there was an enormous flail hanging from her hip, keeping the center of balance...  centered.  "UuuuuuUUUUuu...   and hop! Not even close!" Smiling over successfully dodging a fall, Vanilja rested her gauntlets on her hips and looked at Rusty.<br/><br/>A new friend. Time to be cool. She flipped her head backwards to make the flamboyant sunglasses fall on her eyes. "You need help there?" Vanilja offered, reaching out to Rusty.