Keasha figured enough time had passed and stood up herself, "Well, I suppose I'm next. My name is Keasha Thompson, and I'm an ace shooter. My official title is the Ultimate Shot, but there have been better if you ask me. I hope we can enjoy each others company." With that she sat back down, and began to watch for the next person to introduce them self. She also sipped her coffee, but nearly spat it out, but convinced herself to swallow the bitter concoction before setting it down, and not touching it again.

Amelia stretched her arms up, impatiently waiting for her turn to speak. She smiles wide, giving a polite wave. All of these are very interest Ultimates, she felt.

Though she couldn’t help but chuckle at the Ultimate Procrastinator.

She constantly played out in her head exactly what she would say, so she could say it properly in a way those who aren’t from America can understand her dialect. She took a deep breath and waved two fingers in front of her.

“Name’s Amelia Smith! I’m a second year at Hopes Peak Academy.” She shoves her hands in her jacket pockets, a bright grin on her face. “I’m the Ultimate Pilot! I hope I can get along with all of you. I promise, I don’t bite, dudes~” She felt her introduction introduced who she was as a person- friendly as optimistic. Due to her origins, she worries for her dialect, but she felt she was able to get everything through easily enough.

"It looks as if the great majority of the summoned are now present." said Ai in a harmonious monotone. "We are missing a single student- the Ultimate Illusionist of our group, who is a man of many hats. Hikaru Sekigawa is his name, and he is able to pull off tricks ranging from so-called 'street magic' such as card tricks to escape artistry. He's a master of diverting the eyes and attention of others to make his actions seem superhuman, and he has never shared his tactics with others." she added.

"That will do for our introductions, I believe? You are a cast of very colorful students, yes..." she commented quietly. "Your room preparations have been ready- check the boxes at the center of the table- in each one, there is a card key with your name on it... scan it at the door marked with your name in the East Hall, and it will open your door. The rooms in which you are staying were handcrafted by Hitomi Siagyo. I'm sure some of you may have heard that name before?" asked Ai, showing another pleasant smile.

Siagyo was none other than a design student who had recently graduated college. She was a renowned interior designer who had started out her life as a flower arranger before attending Hope's Peak by riding on her family's money. She grew up to become one of the most famous brand names in the nation, "Siagyo" being printed on the bottoms of furniture across the nation's most stylish decor shops despite still being in high school. Now that she was an adult, it was estimated that her brand would take the world's design market by storm. The title 'Ultimate Designer' didn't even cut it for her.

"This morning, we'd prefer that you all simply try to settle into this place. Feel free to look around once you've finished your meal. We will begin our briefing somewhere around lunchtime this morning, so until then, please place your belongings in your rooms and try to get comfortable. Siagyo personalized each one of your rooms to try and match what she thought would appeal to you based on your talents and personalities, so we have no doubt you'll be impressed." she stated. "Now then, no one has touched his or her meal. Care to eat?" she asked politely, before footsteps were heard.

Into the room walked a rather short adult man with silver glasses, wearing a navy business suit and a gray tie. His hair was honey brown in color.

"Young misters and misses, I wanted to formally welcome you as Hope's Peak students! I'm the current vice headmaster of the school, and I've left to host this program here in Half Moon Mansion. I know you're not quite inside the school itself yet, but these peace talks... well, you could call them a special "honors program". Out of all of you who applied, every single one of you took the initiative to apply to this extra program. It brings warmth to my heart to know that tomorrow's business owners and entertainers have so much promise in the way of personality." he stated, seeming to have a friendly personality.

Following him, a tanned woman entered- she was wearing a similar suit jacket, but also had a pencil skirt and heels. Her dark hair was tied into a neat ponytail. "Good morning! I'm your junior advisor. Thanks again for attending- it means a ton that we were able to reach out to you. I know that not all of you probably applied out of your own free will... but I promise we'll make this a great time for you all! Think of this as a luxury stay... after all, did you know that there's athletic rooms in the basement? It's not all bedknobs and broomsticks, I swear!" she said. "Also, forgive me if I get your name wrong the first time around. The characters are misprinted on my documents... I'll just have to find a way to memorize them!" she assured enthusiastically. "For now, just follow Ai's directions. A good meal starts off a good day!"

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All of them seemed interesting, and in a way he was glad that he had gone first. Some came a bit later than the others, but he should not judge them for just one mistake. Not everyone could be early, and not everyone could wake up at five AM to prepare for this whole trip. While he did not live too far away from the manse, he had still woken early enough to make people think that the trip would be hours upon hours long. Brother had already judged him to hell and back for even managing to get into a school like this, but in the end he had been supportive of his endeavors. Mother and father were proud of their boy, and had been cheering him on in going to try and change the world for the better.

Yet, even as everyone finished their introductions and Ai told them to get their card keys, he was a bit out of it. He was not sure when it happened, but at a point he just blinked and stared down to the card key he had picked. It was a bit stylized with some markings, but it had his name and talent on it. A fancy piece of cardboard. Or whatever technology they could pump inside of this piece of cardboard in the end.

Was he being a bit... Bitter? Maybe he was getting homesick or something was bugging him, but not everything felt right. The introductions went smoothly, organizers were showing up, promises of a better future and other items here were being made, yet he could feel the knot in his stomach grow more and more, like there was something horrid building up. He always had an active imagination and he was probably just nervous enough to let it act up against himself. He slowly shook his head, keeping in silence and reaching for some plates.

Just some steak with marinade sauce, a good ton of milk, eggs to the side and some good plum salad. His plate might have looked like an utter mess to anyone but himself, but he soon dug in without much talking to the others.

Paris' gaze darted from Ai, to the headmaster, to the advisor. The woman looked familiar, but...she was sure they had never met. The woman did bear a striking resemblance to an old friend back home. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed her apartment. Sure, the noise around it was awful, but it was still a safe place. She looked around at the other students, and felt something get caught in her throat. No, she wasn't going to get teary right now. Not after she had just made her first friend, and been introduced to all the others.



“No thank you.” she coughed, pulling out her own keycard. Eins was boldly emblazoned across it, and she couldn't help but grin a bit at it. It felt like recognition, and recognition felt good.



She made her way around the table hesitantly, plucking toast and fruit from one table, and as many different cheeses as she could find. She glowered at the eggs on the plate next to her and quickly moved on, grabbing a tomato and a glass of water. It had been a while since she ate, she realized. She was too nervous to eat earlier, and her stomach was making her pay the price. She quickly began to eat her food, ignoring the others all around her so she could actually stomach the food.



As she ate, she took time to think about all the other students she had just met. She admired Ishin's talent immensely, but thinking back to her first and only cosplay, she quickly dismissed the idea of wanting to try it once more. Hikaru was...odd, but she was sure he was just shy. Maybe she could try talking to someone who was just as nervous as her...or Rin, they had surprisingly become friendly in such a short time. The other Americans in the room had formed a clique already, one she was afraid she wouldn't want to try to assimilate into. While it'd be easier to speak with them rather than fumble through her Japanese, Paris knew she couldn't match their energy. Petre interested her, and she'd love to ask about the Gabor case at some point. But maybe she was overestimating her own ability to talk to others. She would probably just fold at the first opportunity, but she knew that was going to change.



Still, she couldn't help but feel unease deep inside her after the introduction of Ai to the group.