Kanoe sighs in slight annoyance as she puts on a white t-shirt and blue shorts. This was the standard uniform for gym class. Of course the shirt was no doubt a size too small as stretches tightly across her large breasts while the shorts seem to barely cover her rear. She hated this class more than anything in this school and that includes the uniform. The witch did not even know why she had to take one of these credits, a waste of time and money she thought.

Once her things were put away, she steps out with the rest of the students to the main gym. The teacher was an athletic woman who was perhaps a little too in to sports. One of those types who always say things like think positive and give it your best. Those people disgusted Kanoe. The woman had pulled out a large bin of red balls and about half the girls in the class groaned in unison. Dodgeball, just bloody terrific.

Two students were picked as leaders as the rest stood in a row, waiting for each of them to pick their team members. Kanoe had no care which team she was on. She was not in the mood for this and had no intention of participating.

Her first day here and gym already wasn't turning out to be as she expected. But then again, she never had high hopes for this place, being as she was forced to come here. No matter though... she was here even though she didn't want to be. If the undersized, white t-shirt and blue shorts weren't her biggest problem, it was the fact girls were staring at her while she changed. No doubt it was because of her eyes that amde one double take to see which color was he actual shade.

Not that she minded being stared at for what seemed like minutes, but it was rather irritating. Paying no mind further to the rudeness around her, she causally takes her place among the student body as the over-zealous teacher shows them what their activity was going to be. Dodgeball... a bloody sport that involved hitting people with rubber, not the best way to start off her school years but she didn't bother complaining. The teacher paid no mind to a unison so why should she pay attention to one complaint.

As desperate as she was to not be picked, fate would have it that sicne she was so new, she should be introduced thusly infront of the girls. Hearing her name called for being captain, she reluctantly slides herself beside the teacher as she picks her opposing captain. But it wasn't before hand that she was properly introduced to everyone. A half-lit expression showed how un-interested she was, It went back and forth on picking members. First, first, second, second, third...

"Kanoe," she calls out, motioning in a dull fashion for her to come over here. She knew no one here and as she saw it, everyone was treated equally cold with her less then talkative attitude. As the balls were placed on a line inbetween the groups, her team backs up to another line and gets ready to charge towards the balls or get hit trying. She takes her place next to the dark-haired woman and crouches down to get a better start at getting to the balls. She wasn't interested in being a sitting duck to girls who probably didn't know their left from right. Though still having that dull expression, she gives a soft 'tch' as her hands falls back to pull down her shorts that were a size too small. How she hated this uniform right now...

Once that was done, she found herself tugging at her shirt that was the same size as Kanoe's, giving a frustrated gruff to how tight it was. If she wasn't feeling so exposed from this outfit, she wouldn't of had such a problem with her morning. Worse yet was that she had a bit of concern for her arm strength. If she through too ahrd at a girl close up it would leave a nasty bruise, no doubt it would cause her to get in trouble or have one or more students agaisnt her. Oh well, if push comes to shove then she would gladly let the students know whom not pick a fight with.

It was like a bunch of little kids picking teams. Of course most of us could care less about being picked and Kanoe was hoping they would forget she was even standing in the row. A less than enthusiastic voice called out her name. She frowns slightly as the woman waves her over. The witch did not recognize the student but then again she barely makes note of any of the students in this school.

Kanoe steps forward and waits until the rest of the teams were picked. They were sent to opposite lines and faced each other. There was a mixture of students from the disinterested to the compliant to the perhaps the little too eager to get into the game. The latter seemed to be eyeing the opposition with the full intention of pounding them flat with the rubber balls. How troublesome, she could only hope this period is over soon.

The dark witch folds her arms infront of her chest obviously being part of the disinterested portion of the class. She notices the strange new girl crouching down in hopes to gain an edge when the teacher blows the whistle. Kanoe's eyes glaze over the blue haired woman's body. Whether it was due to her dark magic or the many many many monster rapes, she could not help but watch as the student's shorts ride up the woman's rear. The new girl was rather attractive, pale skin and long hair of a rather unique color. Her eyes follow the woman's hands as they tug and pull at the tight shirt, causing those large breasts to sway slightly before her gaze. The girl seemed rather athletic so she suppose she could not fault the woman for wanting to perform well in this troublesome sport.

The whistle sounds and several girls from both sides make a break for the balls in the center. Kanoe kept her arms crossed infront of her as she merely waits on the line, not interested in chasing a useless rubber ball.

It wasn’t so easy to simply ignore hat was happening on the court here. And it became obvious that. The opposing sides wouldn’t allow the less then interested students to stay out of it. No, they made sure they knew they were open targets too. But even an athletic girl like herself, Taisie had boundaries on what’s going too far in this game. Hitting someone who wasn’t playing was a bit childish. Grudges and bad friendships weren’t exactly the best thought of mind in this sport. One student getting ganged up on by many was becoming obvious to a certain degree. Luckily, she hadn’t been here long enough to have any bad terms with anyone… yet.

As the whistle sounds, Taisie was already halfway to the balls in the middle. Picking up two, she throws them quickly at two girls who had tried to do the same and get a ball first. Of course she didn’t throw hard; there was no point in injuring someone. Seeing how girls were busying themselves with others, she takes the time to scan the sidelines. Her eyes lay on one woman in particular she had positioned herself beside before the game started a student she knew only by first name-Kanoe. She wasn’t one for having a flirtatious mind, but even she had to admit she was very attractive to look at it. And… apparently she wasn’t the only one with tight clothes on. Having taken a few moments to look her over, she blinks back to reality. One good thing about her was, she was never surprised.

A ball whizzes by her head, aimed directly at the dark-haired woman. With a groan of disdain, she finds herself twisting her body to the ground and a foot manages to kick the ball back to the opposite side. She grits her teeth at how much she was looking to be a show-off, one characteristic she hated about people. But she wouldn’t have been able to reach the ball in time. She certainly wasn’t going to rely on whether Kanoe had seen it coming or not. But it was done none the less. She turns her hands on the floor and pushes off of it to jump back on her feet. She lands with a soft thud and quickly narrows her eyes at the girl who had thrown the ball. The one she had kicked luckily didn’t hit anyone; she wasn’t really aiming to do so any ways.

She folds her arms over her hest as the last few remaining girls on the opposing side were knocked out of the game. She watches with really low enthusiasm as the coach gives a ‘quick’ pep talk to the team who had lost. She flicks loose strands of her hair that had managed to escape her ponytail behind her and casually makes her way to the sidelines. She rolls her eyes as she overhears a few comments the coach made; you’ll get them next time, you did a great job.

She didn’t even seem interested in the team that won, but she wasn’t going to be the one to complain. The less time she hears a teacher, the better. Eyes half lit as they always were, she keeps one side of her face away from public. She secretly wished there wouldn’t be any giddy or cheery girls coming up to her and asking how she twisted her body like that. It’s called exercise… she was already thinking of what to say back incase.

Kanoe had not moved when the whistle sound. The new student did not seem eager to play but did none the less. She was a bit surprised by the woman's speed and how quickly she dispatched two of the opposition. Though she was not fond of outsiders, that woman did seem to have some strength and athletic skill. Could she be of use? No way to know from just this, tentacles were much different than simple rubber balls.

The witch's eyes narrow as she watches a pair of girls snickering and seeming to point fingers towards her. She did not have many friends and her cold attitude has created more than enough enemies amongst the students. Sure enough one grabbed a ball and threw it directly at her. She was not in the mood for this childish game. Kanoe lifts a hand for a moment only to see the new girl suddenly twist and kick the ball the opposite direction. It was an impressive sight but it was an out for the woman as catching was the only way to touch the ball safely. It was unnecessary but it was better than what she was about to do to that ball with a small spell.

The match quickly ended and the teacher called over the losing team to speak to them. Seeing the new student by herself, Kanoe thought it be a good time to approach her. Though it was not needed, she could at least thank the girl. Clarie always did mention her lack of social skills.

"I have not seen you around here before," she calls out softly, "I suppose you are a new student. My name is Kanoe. Thank you for deflecting that ball away from me. I was not in the mood for playing such games."

The woman had an aura like her own. The sort that did not want to interact with others. This one probably has no interest in even speaking to her.

It wasn't a big deal that she was disqualified. That was the reason she didn't pick up a ball and throw it at the girl for making such a cheap shot. She had simply excused herself before the coach called her out. She didn't care very much that it made an out for her. It was better then seeing the dark-haired woman get hit or possibly counter.

She kept to herself away from the girls, still having kept her arms crossed and simply stares off at the court. She didn't really have a chance to look at the interior decorating before they began to play the game. She blinks back to reality when someone seems to be speaking to her. Sure enough when she adverts her eyes to the person it was this Kanoe. She held no enthusiasm for meeting a new person, but she could at least recognize her conversation. Slowly, she turns her head, gazing into the woman's eyes with her own. Kanoe was a unique name to have. She didn't really know anyone else named as such. And if it wasn't her name, the reverance the woman held in her eyes was something she didn't see very often.

"You're right. I'm new here. And there's no need for thanks. It just gave me a reason to get out of the game, trying. I'm sure you could've handled it yourself had I not interfered," she spoke softly, giving a slight-side bow to her in respect. It was accustomed in her city to give another person respect as such, especially a stranger.

"... I'm not really in the mood for this sport either. So don’t feel bad for not participating. Although… you may have a more legal chance at causing some pain to girls who give you trouble for once."

She smiles faintly at the last remark. This woman had good eyes and rather cold logic about her. The witch lightly returns the bow. Perhaps she should try to meet others more often if they are as calm and collected as this one. Ok maybe that is a bit too positive an outlook and rather troublesome to do really.

"I suppose I could," she replies, "But I have better things to do than deal with petty conflicts such as that. I would offer to leave but I doubt you wish to get yourself in trouble on your first days here. Their punishments can be...cruel."

Kanoe was unsure how much she can reveal to this one just like any other new student. Even if she told the woman that cruel meant sexual tortures and bondage from very horny monsters and demons, would this one believe her? Most would not so she leaves it at that.

The whistle blows as the next match starts. Girls rush to the middle and grab red balls to throw at each other. Kanoe merely stays at the sidelines with...she had yet to get this one's name. That is a bit troublesome.

"True, it would be wasting your time but... I find it worth a few seconds at the least. But it’s only my opinion I suppose," she says while looking over to the girls who were playing at the moment. She had a much better time talking with Kanoe then trying to win a stupid sport with no reward for it. She had her fun hitting two girls for today. Perhaps she should make a quota…

The way she spoke about punishment made it sound like it was more then just a detention for it. What was the worse they could do for her skipping class on her first day? She doubted highly she wouldn't receive some leniency today at least. But it didn't matter... she would cut class if it were the next day or so on.

"I don't particularly care much for this class any ways. I'm not surprised to see how girls act here. It was the same way last time. If you're offering for me to tag along, I don't see a problem. I usually make trouble then get into it. She probably won't even notice if she keeps opening her mouth like that," she states, gesturing towards the coach as she corrects a girl for hitting someone in the face. Times like this, she wished she just... go read a book or something. It was annoying waiting for the woman to stop talking and continue the game instead of having time out after time out. She ruins it for the ones were at least enthusiastic about before.

"...my name is Taisie by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet someone who isn't a complete fool for once."

She gives a soft sigh and starts her way passed the teacher, walking gently behind her back as she continues to go on and on. She turns her head around and quirks a brow to her, waiting for her to follow if she wished. She hadn't given much thought to just leaving, but since the woman brought it to mind, it sounded like a good plan. Even if she decided to stay and hold on till the end of class, it made no difference to her. But she was... slightly hoping to have some company with her.

"Coming?"

Despite the calm tone of Taisie's voice, she did find some amusement at the thought of taking some of these girls down a notch. But Kanoe's ego tries to keep her above such things.

Kanoe nods at the woman's response to her offer. Yes, it would be better if they spoke else where. It would be a good excuse to change back to her uniform, which was not much better. Anything to get away from that annoying teacher and her blasted whistle. She nearly cringes at the shrill sound of it as the coach calls out to some of the girls.

"Pleased to meet you as well Taisie. I am so glad I am not seen as a complete fool," she says with a slight tease, "Lets get to the locker rooms, seems they sent you a size too small as well."

She blinks for a moment at what she just said. Hopefull the woman does not take it the wrong way. It is not like she was staring at the shirt stretched across Taisie's well endowed chest. The witch hopes Claire does not think less of her for this. Kanoe nods to Taisie's call and follows the woman back to the lockers.

Once there she opens her locker and sighs at the uniform. They had confiscated several of her black and red uniforms, leaving her with the rather revealing standard colors. She looks over at Taisie for a moment before pulling her shirt off and slipping off her shorts.

She quirks a brow to her tease, amused but she doesn't show it through facial expressions. It was enough to make her give a quick exhale like a short chuckle before she continues on her way to the lockers. A quirking brow turns one of furrowing. The last comment made her look down at her gym uniform and proceeds to hide her blush with much restrain. Not something she hears very often from another woman, but she doesn't think too deeply on it and lets it go.

She figured the dark-haired woman meant nothing by it and judging how she brushed it off so quickly with just blinking at what she said, she could assume so. She stretches herself upwards while walking, keeping her facial expressions beyond Kanoe's view as she spoke...

"You don't have much room to talk, yourself," she complies back before pulling her arms back down. Not that she was staring at the woman's gifted mounds, but since she made a comment, her eyes couldn't help but wonder to see how tight her gym clothes were. Quick to put a strand of hair behind her ear, she stops before her locker, Kanoe’s being almost on the other side of her, and loosens her ponytail to let her hair run freely behind her. She wasn't such high management girl to put make-up on all the time or to check to see if her eyebrows were exactly perfect, but she did keep herself well-groomed and healthy. It was shown by the glinting glossiness of her hair as she shakes it out.

She turns her head to side just a bit to look at Kanoe before returning to undressing herself of her tight uniform. Well, it wasn't very different from her school uniform either. Judging by what her companion pulled out of her locker, this must be standard to have it so high up. Or maybe... it was just a sick joke to school staff. Shaking her head of thoughts that could anger her, she makes a fast change into her shirt and skirt.

Folding her gym clothes and putting them into her locker, along with her court shoes, she shuts the small door gently and locks it. She didn't really break a sweat at all today so her clothes still smelled like they came from the wash. But she was getting out of the class early. She keeps tries to keep a small conversation up, even though it was her nature to fall quiet on people. She never would say much to anyone; even to someone she could relate to like Kanoe. She waits patiently, turning around and sitting herself on the bench in-between her and the other student.

That half-lit look still in her eyes, she looks up from her seat to the locker room itself, "I don't any place particular in mind. Is there some place you want to go to talk?"

Her eyes admire Taisie's long blue hair before taking the rest of the woman's lean muscular body. The witch did not linger long as she strips off her gym clothes and sports bra to be replaced with a black laced bra and matching thong. She pulls her long raven black hair back behind her shoulders as she sits up. She hated this uniform with a passion and has been punished by wearing her own make shift uniforms in the past. Kanoe puts on the skirt that revealed some of her rear if she were to bend over and her white blouse strains to remain buttoned across her chest. She pulls on the jacket and tie, probably the two most reasonable parts of the uniform. The only piece she puts on that did not belong with the uniform, minus the undergarments, was an upside down cross necklace. It was rather small and nothing lavish, her original was shattered during her encounter with Aurora. The symbol rested just over her breasts, bouncing lightly.

She turns to the student. Kanoe could not help but feel pleased that this otherwise silent woman wishes to remain in her company. The witch nods to Taisie's question. She knew a few places to hide while skipping class.

"The library tends to be quiet and mostly empty during class hours," she answers while closing her locker, "We can talk there if you wish."

Though it was questionable what they were going to talk about. Perhaps two mimes could have better conversation. Who knows, maybe it will work out. She did have some questions to ask but to ask a new student such things could be a bit much for her. The witch held a hand out to Taisie, seeing if the woman will take it or at least follow her as she leads the new student to the library.

Kanoe walks down the many hallways of Shokushu, stopping at a set of double doors. She was not too worried about being caught. It was a college afterall and students had varying hours. The witch opens the doors and heads inside, making her way towards the back where she usually sits away from everyone else. She pulls a chair out for Taisie before taking a seat on the opposite side.

"We should be fine here," she says.

Her own uniform made her curse to hell over and over. It was basically the same attire Kanoe had over her, only it was the exact same size. Being slightly taller with a bit of a bigger bust, one could only imagine how uncomfortable she was in this. The jacket and tie were the only things that were covering and helping keep her shirt on. This was utter nonsense. She would go to the board and demand at least a size bigger then this!

She sighs; waving it off so Kanoe would not see her uncomfortable state. She didn't bother wearing any jewelry, only that tattoo on the back of her neck that wasn't visible at all. There were many reasons for that kanji sign to be in her skin, but that was thought for another time.

It was the first time Kanoe saw her give the faintest smile. The library, it was always a pleasant place to be in her time of solitude. It never failed her last year, since most of her classmates wanted to party, party none stop. She stands from her bench, patting the woman's hand down gently. It was her ego that kept her from accepting physical help of any sorts, she gave slight hope Kanoe wouldn't be offended by it. She complies with a nod on the place of choice. Her hand gently pushes away the bangs in front of her face before she began walking.

She follows the woman silently, only directing her eyes when something tore her attention away from looking forward. They came to a set of doors, her eyes glaze over the doors before they open to reveal the library. She keeps her eyes focused on the back of Kanoe and follows her to the back of the large room. It was suitable to do so, since she would go to the spot herself if she were alone. She silently thanks Kanoe and seat herself beside her.

The color of her skin seems to give a soft glow in this darkest part of the library. Her maroon and blue eyes curiously look before and upwards, seeing how many book titles she could read from her seat as they travel upward. Hands gently place themselves over one another on the table, lightly tapping the wood before they stop. Her legs twist under the chair, being quite effective from keeping anyone who may happen to come by from seeing under her skirt very much. Her posture was pretty straight in the position as she lightly turns her head somewhat to the dark haired woman next her.

"That's good. It’s pleasant to be away from immature people for awhile. I almost want to think my I.Q. dropped a few points during P.E. Hopefully its temporary."

With her less then emotional tone involved, she would almost seem serious with what she said. She wasn't, of course, and she really wasn't intentionally making a joke, but merely spoke her mind. She keeps her eyes on the woman for a few more moments before turning forward, keeping herself from staring down Kanoe as she waits for her to speak.

"I know what you mean. I usually am held after class for not participating. No doubt she will notice I am gone soon enough," she says with a faint smile, "But will be nothing new to her, leaving class early. I doubt you will be punished for it."

She brushes a few strands of hair back behind her ear as she sighs softly. The witch crosses her legs as well though the table blocked the motion from view. She stares intently at the woman. The emotionless tone to that voice did make it difficult to read but she found it amusing. She tends to be cold as well. Perhaps it was possible to pierce that wall of ice, once she learns more about the woman that is.

"Seems we both keep to our selves so I will start," she began, "I have been on this island for over a year now. Some students do just fine here but others, well it is difficult to explain really. You seem to be able to hold your own, so hopefully such troubles do not come to you. That was a pretty good move you did back there. But your lack of interest in the game means you are at this school for different reasons other than sports. My apologies if I sound like I am prying."

She leans forward, leaving her elbows on the table as she folds her hands in front of her. This woman could be strong but no one was strong enough to handle what was on this island, not alone anyway.

She closes her eyes and nods. She was here other then sports, more of like a temporary nuisance at bay for her parents. It was nothing special; because she felt abandoned here she thought little of them. Cold as it may seem, why should she care if they didn't? Parents or not, denying your child a choice in the matter of being absent from their lives for four years basically proved they wanted her gone as soon as possible.

"There's little point in apologizing for that. You are prying, but its fine. It’s not as if I'm ready to defend myself from you," she explains, her eyes furrowing for words on how to describe herself. Her fingers intertwine with each other without much thought to it. Though her monotone voice kept up, she was becoming a bit curious of Kanoe the more she spoke with her.

"I practice many styles of martial arts. It was reflex that made me kick the ball back to the other side. And I’m sorry to say but I've been injured in competitions so parts of my memory have been knocked out of me so to speak. Specific questions are more easily answered so if you could specify if you wish to know anything of me, I can better answer you."

Martial Art Competitions were common to have incidents and accidents; she was no exception to it. She's in the hospital more then she could count from a small scratch that may be infected to broken bones and even two concussions. She might as well let the woman know she’s been in many fights before coming here; sponsored by the school and out.

"I have no choice to pry when you choose not to speak up," she replies cooly, "Which is odd when you were the one offering to go off alone with me to talk. So speak of what you wish, no need to make a simple conversation difficult."

She was slightly annoyed how this woman putting the burden of conversation onto her. It was not necessarily a burden but she had the slight notion this woman wished to speak to her, so troublesome.

"I see no reason to be sorry for being skilled in the martial arts," she continues, "Nothing wrong with being used to injury and being able to defend yourself. It may prove useful in the future for you."

Kanoe ponders for a bit. She rather not ask fifty questions to this woman and leave this conversation single sided. A martial artist would be somewhat helpful against minor creatures on the island but in the end they were only human.

"What would you like to talk about? Was there any questions you had in your mind about myself or this school?" she asks.