Something to... Do? (Phoenix, Mewt, open)

[Marshell Artyn]

It was a pleasant day outside. The birds were chirping and the students were frolicking around the green grassy areas and having the times of their lives with their picnics and games and whatnot. That's what Marshell saw on the other side of the window. She turned around and looked into the Mess Hall, which was always a fun place to be for Marshell. The noises of the billiard balls knocking each other. Laughter was proclaimed from the media portion of the area and some swears were cursed as the students lost bets and doubled their chances for nothing. It reminded her of her younger times and when she was in school. Yes... She was typically found in the mess hall or in her dorm dancing the night away, sometimes even asleep on one of the many couches towards the back of the room. Yes this was her comfort zone, being around all of the action and watching things go on. The only downside was that her attention span was not her friend during this time and more than once she would turn to look and see what a noise was, or what had happened.

However, entertainment was not the reason she had come to the Mess Hall. Even though it was not usually a place for many people to study, with all of it's going ons, it was where Marshell would go to test her focus during her semesters and see if she had what it takes to get through an assignment. It never worked. But she figured that someone out there should have the same studying habits as her. This was the real reason she was present in such an odd place.

Marshell had recently realized that she had nothing to report to Miss Astraea Selah, the Head Elegy. No students, no papers, not a lick of progression. It was all so horrible on her records, so the Muse set out to fix it. That was her goal for the day: to make progress so she seemed more than utterly useless. She wandered around the Mess Hall in hopes to find some student that may have needed some help. Sadly, she didn't know much about Harmony, Aria, or Interlude Magic, but she knew enough to hopefully get a student's attention and help with what she could. Even better would be if they needed help with Tempo Magic. If that were the case, Marshell had hit jackpot and would immediately present her progression to Astraea.

Anything would work. Anything at all. Marshell scanned the premises for students that looked in need, but to no avail. Sulking only a little, she wandered over to a chair on the side of the room and continued to watch the students play around without a care in the world. Miss Selah is going to kill me if I don't make any progression any time soon. Then I'll just have lived up to my name. I'm just a Ditz. Maybe this wasn't the right place to go to. I should have went to the Library or somewhere over on the North Side...

[/color] she thought to herself gazing off into who knows what. The Northern Sector was not very familiar to Marshell. She wasn't smart, so why go where smart people go? It was all her big scheme in life. She did things how they felt right to her, and it just so happened that studying in the Mess Hall of all places was right for her. She giggled a little to herself for unknown reasons then continued to pan the room for sights to see.

Some adolescents were playing some quarter video games and some other kids were still playing pool. A group was sitting comfortably and lethargically on the couches gossiping and some more students were walking around. Don't these kids have work to do? I know when I was a student, I had so much work on my hands at all times... Well.. I still kind of do.[/color] Then she remembered the only reason she had so much work was because she was either in the Mess Hall or dancing somewhere and NOT doing her schoolwork.

One final sigh let out of the Tempo Muse's mouth and she sat depressed on her chair looking around for a kid who may be in need of assistance. Really. I can take anything you guys. I can help! C'mon! I need to find at least something to do![/color]

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[Phoenix Psyche]

Everyone looked like they were having fun. Phoenix wandered the mess hall and ran his fingers through his hair wistfully. If everyone else could be so content at the academy Phoenix should have been able to find a way to do as much, but he was still so neutral towards all of it. It would take plenty of time he was sure to get over the fact that he had died and it was likely the memory would sting at the back of his mind for quiet some time. After stopping to survey the scene Phoenix saw a single face that looked like it didn't belong, just as he didn't. He also caught a few stares from young men that brought the slightest of smiles to his lips. Attention always had a way of making him feel at least a little better.

His attention quickly went back to the face that didn't fit. She looked to be around his age, but it was the fact that she looked depressed that particularly caught his attention. Was the woman sad over something? Were that the case she was certainly in a silly location to be feeling so down. After a few more moments of careful observation, mostly taking in the girl's style because that was important to Phoenix, he decided he would go over and speak with her. It wasn't really out of his way and Phoenix had such a hard time denying his curiosity.

Since entering the academy Phoenix hadn't really helped anyone. It seemed so much work to save people these days and even though that was the ultimate goal of him being in the academy. Going out of his way to help reminded Phoenix of his last act. Saving a child. Perhaps it was foolish to do such a thing, but back then he couldn't contain himself. Now he felt contained in every aspect of his life save that curiosity. Phoenix stared a moment before giving a light nod to himself.

The girlish young man strutted over and found himself a place next to the woman, trying to flash her a smile. "Maroon is your color. It looks radiant on you." Such introductions weren't uncommon with Phoenix. He liked to make girls feel good when he could by commenting on their style or their looks. Beside that though, Phoenix really enjoyed observing other styles and thinking what else might look good on him. Girl's clothing did always look nicer on Phoenix anyway so he didn't feel bad about wearing dresses like the one he was in currently.

Absent-mindedly the young man smoothed over his pure white dress and muttered, "I noticed you sitting alone. No one should have to sit alone so I thought I might come over and burden you. What is your name miss? I know you're a muse if I recall, though I'm still new and have yet to remember names or positions." Phoenix drew his hair over his shoulder and awaited a reply. The woman really was very pretty and he really did enjoy her style.

[Marshell Artyn]

Marshell sank into her chair just a bit more as she scanned the room one last time. She caught the eyes of a beautiful girl and a very nice dress. Her eyes were a majestic purple and Marshell was somewhat lost in them for a moment before she snapped to and looked down at her feet. Nothing seemed right at all around now. It seemed hopeless and pointless to where she was about to give up when she heard a voice come to her.

The voice complemented her dress color. Maroon WAS her color. It always has been. She knew that more than a handful of people associated that color with herself, and she liked the compliment but was about to reply about her already-almost-standing-kinda-sorta-just-talking relationship with Dymien when she looked up and saw the beautiful girl she noticed earlier. Now wait a minute.

Marshell had been stricken completely speechless. The voice did not match what she saw. This was a woman. The voice was a man. How...? Why...? What just happened? Marshell's face was stuck in a drop-jaw surprised look when she... He spoke again. The boy? asked for a name and that he? remembered that Marshell was a muse. He? spoke with such dignity and poise that it was hard to tell that it really was a boy. Not too long ago, she met eyes with this person and was fully convinced it was female. No, not anymore. It was confirmed that it was a boy.

Dumbfounded, she replied "M-m-Marshell. My name is Marshell. Ummm..." Marshell stopped for a bit. She wasn't bothered by seeing a boy in womens clothing, she had seen that many times before. It was just that she was wholly off-guard about this ordeal and that's what had made her stutter on her introduction. She quickly came too, giggled a little at her situation then quickly replied again, "My name Is Marshell Artyn. I am the Tempo Magic Muse, Tier Four." Marshell stood up to be at the same level as the... Right. This is a boy. Marshell made a mental note, but because of her attention span being as small as it is, remembering that this student is a boy is surely going to escape her mind a few times.

The Muse then looked at this as a ray of hope. Maybe this student was the one she would help and could actually have presentable proof to Astraea that she was not useless. Throwing all first thoughts aside, Marshell commented on the gir-- boy's dress. "It's very nice to meet you!" Marshell said, shaking his hand in a formal introduction."I really like your dress. It suits you quite nicely. Oh, and thank you for your compliment earlier. Maroon is my favorite color, and I tend to sport it wherever I go. I don't believe I've seen you around the Sanctuary before. What was your name again?"

Marshell was enlightened to make yet another friend, and an eccentric one at that. Maybe they could relate on more than one level? Marshell sure hoped so. Then she remembered her goal. "Is there anything I can do for you at all? I'd be more than happy to help!"

[Mewt Randell]

Mewt didn't really know how to handle so many noisy happy people. Somehow in the process of wandering he had made his way into the southern sector of the school and that became a problem. In truth, Mewt didn't like the southern sector much because it made him confused to see all the happy people. They were all dead too... right? It made the boy's head swim whenever he thought about how he died and what he would have to do now, living a new and different life.

There was only one thing that the young boy entirely couldn't get over though. His hands found their way to the bag he always carried slung over his shoulder and he drew the bag against his chest. Within was the book he had treasured so dearly from his home world. The book that had transformed his life once before. The Gran Grimoire was never not on his person.

With a slight frown, the young boy decided to settle down in the mess hall to read over it a bit more. Whenever Mewt got like that he couldn't really contain his need to read the book. Running through the pages put his mind at ease even though he couldn't read any of the words on the pages. That was any of the words beside the original ones he read that turned him into a prince.

Mewt often thought about those days. He missed the kingdom of Ivalice and all of the people he had met there. He missed his mother, Babus, his father, and Llednar. Those were all people he didn't imagine he'd every see again, which brought his attention back to the book. If there was a way to ever see them again he thought it would be through the powers of the book.

After taking a few more minutes to look through the book, Mewt rose his gaze to look around the hall. Everyone was having fun except there was someone who caught Mewt's eye. A particularly beautiful someone. The boy wrinkled his brow at the woman. Long dark hair and a flowing dress, eyes cast to someone else.

The boy turned his gaze to see what the woman was staring at only to see another woman who seemingly didn't belong in the mess hall at all. Marshell Artyn if Mewt remembered her name right. She was a muse, but looked so upset. Mewt only grew more confused when he watched the woman walk over to Marshell and sit next to her.

At this point Mewt couldn't contain his interest in the matter. The boy set his book back in his bag and continued to stare shamelessly, wondering what was happening. As far as he could tell they had not planned a prior meeting or they would have been specifically searching each other out. No this was chance.

Something seemed to startle Marshell. That only continued to feed Mewt's insatiable interest, as he wondered if it was something that the woman said by chance. Soon enough the muse recovered from the initial look of shock, but Mewt could only seem to stare curiously. It only struck him once it was too late that it might have been rude.

[Phoenix Psyche]

It was hard not to notice that the impression he gave was somehow the wrong one. The blond seemed caught up for a few moments, looking to Phoenix surprised. She remained that way for a short time. In reply to his question though the woman stuttered out her name, seemingly caught up with the something else that initially caused her pause. Surely she did start anew soon enough, but Phoenix couldn't help but wonder what he had done to upset her. Was he wearing something wrong or perhaps was there something on his face? The young man brought his hand up to his face as he listened intently.

Marshell Artyn, Tier Four Muse. That would be good information to remember, the young man noted with an interested stare. She accepted his compliments after a time and he waited patiently, taking in how she was acting and what she was saying. Phoenix wanted to figure out what he had initially done wrong, but since she wasn't dwelling on it he supposed that he shouldn't either. As far as he was concerned he didn't really need to speak with her in the first place, so it was her problem should she chose to get upset over something and not talk to him about it.

The young man cast his eyes down to his dress and let his hands smooth it out once more after she had asked what his name was. This wasn't his most flattering dress but it was his most comfortable so he was pleased to hear it still looked nice on him. While thinking Phoenix continued to run his fingers through his long deep brown hair. It was a habit he couldn't seem to shake, but he didn't mind so much. At least he wasn't biting his nails, just keeping his hair tangle-free and orderly.

Phoenix waited until after Marshell had asked all of her questions to answer any of them. She wanted to know his name and if he needed any help, which were normal things to want to know of students. It was still perhaps a bit peculiar having a teacher his age or younger, but he was used to things being peculiar in this world. The dead alive again did make it a pretty special world after all. Before answering the young man let his gaze wander the room to see if anyone was looking at him only to catch the slightest glimpse of someone's eyes on he and his new companion. A little boy. Well it wasn't usual for him, but Phoenix still relished a little attention.

"My name is Phoenix Psyche. This is only my third day here so perhaps a little assistance would do me good." It was not truly his intention to receive help when he decided to speak to the woman, but he thought it wouldn't really harm him to have as much. The woman seemed rather invested in it anyhow. "But before we get too invested..." Phoenix let his voice trail off as his gaze wandered to the young boy who was staring. He tried to muster a smile for him before saying, "It would appear that someone else is as out of place as I. Perhaps we should speak with him."

Two such events in such a short amount of time were unlike the Phoenix that he had become since coming to the school, but it would probably make Marshell happy and that wasn't exactly out of his way. Once again Phoenix's hands made their way into his hair, weaving it lightly as he observed the boy who was staring. A light flush on his boyish cheeks and sandy blond curly brown hair made him a rather adorable young man. It was curious that he would be so enthralled by to strangers in a school where everyone was a stranger. "What do you think?"

[Marshell Artyn]

Phoenix Psyche was her name. In the midst of introductions, Marshell had already lost focus on remembering that this girl was really a boy, and in turn used the focus to remember his name. Alas, this was the fault of poor Marshell. She most likely would not remember for a long time that Phoenix was male.

Phoenix said it was only her third day, which clicked to Marshell meaning that she would need help adjusting. This was even further confirmed when Phoenix actually admitted that she may need some assistance. Marshell got slightly excited as this may be a godsend. It seemed almost too lucky that as she was sulking for making no progress, a student comes to her asking for help. It wasn't really asking, it was more just stating that some help would be appreciated. It was all the same, for Marshell could finally show that she was in fact useful to Astraea.

Before anything else happened, Phoenix claimed that someone else was out of place, and sure enough, she was correct. A student was sitting across the room, staring like no other. He looked quite innocent, and somewhat familiar. Marshell thought she had seen him before, perhaps around the school once or twice, but no names came forth and nothing stood out from the boy.

Two birds with one stone. It was truly a godsend. Not only did this boy look out of place, he looked confused and smitten with curiosity. She thought she had seen him long ago, but perhaps her mind was playing tricks (as it usually does) and maybe he was a new student like Phoenix. It was all too good. Marshell thought on it for a moment then rose when she said, "Yes, Phoenix, I think you're right. Umm. Yes. I shall take you with me, and we will go see if that student needs help as well." Marshell tried her hardest to sound formal and professional to her new student friend. "Let's go, Phoenix."

Marshell started for the curly haired boy, only losing her balance a small bit. New shoes, you see, still being broken in. It hurt her pride as she was trying to be the adult here and professional and stumbling before many of her students was most likely not the best image for her.

Nonetheless, she got to the new student as if nothing happened, which was normal for her since hardly anything she did embarrassed her. She looked down at the sitting boy with her hand on her hip. The other hand hung freely to her side. A sweet pleasant smile stretched across her face. This was what she thought looked professional. It was far from it. "Excuse me? You look a little confused. I am Marshell Artyn, Tier Four Tempo Magic Muse. Is there anything I may do to help you?"

Marshell felt slightly awkward. She hardly ever addressed anyone in this manner. It just wasn't her, but if she was going to assert herself as an actual professional of the Sanctuary... Well... Might as well act as "professional" as she could.

[Mewt Randell]

Mewt knew he had been caught when the dark-haired lady caught his stare, but it didn't really stop the boy. If anything he was more intrigued that ever, wondering why she didn't look upset that he was staring so intently. It was commonplace that people would get upset with too much staring, but Mewt had to reevaluate his concept of commonplace. What was common from his home, from his fake kingdom, certainly wasn't common here.

The young boy watched silently as the woman turned her attention from him back to her conversational partner. The dark-haired one spoke a bit, things he couldn't hear, before turning his soft stare back to Mewt. The boy was somewhat taken when the lady smiled at him. Perhaps it was a bit forced, but she was still a very pretty person and it was oddly enchanting anyway. The woman seemed to say a few last things to her partner while still staring at him.

It was once Marshell looked over that Mewt really blushed and felt embarrassed. What would they think of him, just sitting and staring like that? Nervously his hands found their way to his bag and he held it close. The habit was overwhelming and absolutely irresistible. Sometimes it made Mewt feel really foolish though. A book would not be able to save him from his embarrassment and he certainly didn't want these two to see how obsessed he was with it. Once he saw that Marshell and the guest began to head his way he set the bag down next to him with a slightly shaky hand.

On her way over the muse stumbled a little but clearly didn't let it bother her. Mewt just continued to stare, looking a little confused. Marshell arrived before him and introduced herself, asking if there was anything he needed help with. It was odd to hear her acting and speaking like that because, as far as muse heard, she was a bit of a flake. Not that she was a bad person or anything, just a little spacey. He blushed a little more as he realized he had remained silent and awkwardly long time.

"I don't... I mean..." Mewt fumbled with his words like a child. Like the child he was. It frustrated him that he was no good with people, but he'd still keep trying anyway. "I am fine miss Artyn. I was just curious what was going on. I mean you looked upset and I've... never met her before." Mewt motioned to the dark-haired lady with a slightly wry glance. "I'm Mewt. Randell." He felt awkward introducing himself.

[Phoenix Psyche]

The way that the muse suddenly changed how she held herself was curious to Phoenix. He looked her over carefully, trying to observe what she was trying to do. As far as the young man could tell Marshell seemed interested in making the right impression, forcefully professional. It was almost sad to see her acting like that though because it was a waste of a personality. Phoenix had grown fond of the variance in personalities and characters he had seen since death. Before the young man didn't really think much when someone would mask their emotions or personalities for the sake of appearing socially acceptable, it was something almost everyone did at least once, but he knew life was simply too short for that now. Phoenix chose not to comment on how she used his name twice in a short period of time or how she seemed silly forcing herself in such a manor.

Phoenix followed Marshell in silence as she led the way over to the little boy. For a moment she stumbled, but that was another thing that Phoenix wouldn't bring up with her. Generally that was how Phoenix was. The young man didn't really feel like talking about things that he didn't need to most of the time and when he did do as much, on a whim, it was usually short lived. In fact he was even called a careless bitch over one such short conversation for the simple fact that he couldn't keep himself in the talk long enough. The young man sighed, pulling his long hair over his shoulder again as Marshell recovered from her slight slip up. It was apparent to Phoenix that she was still trying rather hard.

It was somewhat admirable regardless. At the very least Phoenix knew that Marshell wanted to do the best by the students and that was always a good thing to know. The girlish young man continued to watch as Marshell introduced herself to the cute little boy and asked if he needed anything much like she had asked Phoenix. It was sort of amusing to see how the boy reacted though. He was blushing from embarrassment and when he did speak it was soft and reluctant. The embarrassment ran deep and Phoenix imagined it was coupled with a shyness as well. The boy looked the type to be shy, as many young people his age were normally. The boy's fumbling was somewhat adorable, adding to the general cuteness of the boy. He finally managed to reply that he was fine and motioned that he had yet to meet 'her'.

It never failed to make Phoenix smile when he was mistaken for a woman. It may have offended some men, but Phoenix knew that women were so much more elegant and pleasing than men. He'd rather be a man mistaken for a woman because then he had an air of mystery and beauty about him that made him proud of his appearance. Once the boy managed to get to his introduction, Phoenix focused back in on the conversation. Mewt. It sounded like mute. Phoenix had never heard a name like that before, though he imagined his might be an odd name to many as well. "You have a nice name. Mine is Phoenix Psyche." The young man didn't seem to have the same issues with awkwardness that the two he was with were having.

[Marshell Artyn]

Everything was going how she wanted it to. Marshell had met not one, but two students. One actually confirmed that she might need help, and the other just looked completely out of place. She smiled a little, still standing above the student and sometimes looking back at Phoenix. She was excited but tried her hardest to hide it in front of these two. Typical Marshell would have to leave for now, and Serious Marshell would have to take the reigns for now. It wasn't what she wanted to do but it's never what one wants to do, but what they have to do. For Marshell she HAD to make sure this worked, thus the fake facade of being serious and professional, even though she was born far from it and hardly ever was.

The random boy in the Mess Hall, Mewt was his name, was seemingly very formal. He knew what respect was, for sure. It almost seemed... Royal. Nonetheless, he said he explained that he thought 'Miss Artyn' was upset. He surely was formal enough to call her that. "Oh, please, Mewt, just call me Marshell. I wasn't upset with anything really. Just a little worried and confused. It'll be fine." Marshell didn't want to explain how she was basically using these two as a means to prove herself. If she did, then they might have backed out and left her and that would be the last thing she needed.

Mewt looked to Phoenix, and apparently they had never met. If anything would have come of these encounters, Marshell thought, it would have at least befriended two people, which was good enough for her, but hopefully enough for Astraea. It wasn't as if Astraea had specifically said that Marshell was useless, in fact, Marshell has hardly ever had any face time with Astraea at all. It was more of proving to herself that Marshell was doing something even though she had fully convinced herself that Astraea would be angry if she didn't step it up.

Phoenix introduced herself to Mewt and had nothing more to say other than she like his name. It was a very interesting name indeed and Marshell had never heard of anyone having a name like that. "Well. Now that we have our introductions out of the way, why don't we go ahead and get down to business? We should... Ummm..." There went Marshell's professional pose and speech. She had no idea where the groupd should go from here. "Let's just... Talk! Yeah, then we can find out what we need to do!" Quick thinking, Marshell, now you're on to something!

[/color] the Muse thought to herself, however the happiness of her 'snap decision' went away soon after she realized that just talking would leave the table open for too many tangents. She thought she would have to keep things in line so she can help these two.

"Actually. Let's talk about what needs to get done. Phonix here says that she could likely use some help since it is only her third day. What about you, Mewt? What can I do for you?" That was much better. Marshell smile, only internally though, because she did not want her two students to think she was only here for gossip and chatter. It was 'serious' business that Marshell was looking for and hopefully her two new acquaintances would take her like that.

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[Mewt Randell]

Something about the woman really confused Mewt. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was certainly something about her he wanted to understand. Phoenix was the name she had given and Mewt accepted it easily. For some reason her beauty seemed to require a name such as that and the Phoenix was a stunning mythical creature that was always, in Mewt's experience, depicted as a breath-taking beauty. Quite horrifically fitting considering her status as a student who died once, yet was reborn. More lovely than ever was the smooth elegance to Phoenix's tone. It was clear that she was generally a very polished person because it shined in every aspect of what she did. "I like your name too. I've never heard any like it before." The child was still awkward with how he spoke, but he felt somewhat eased by Phoenix's manor.

Perhaps that much was peculiar though because most people who were faced with such beauty and elegance felt all the worse about themselves. Mewt wasn't by any means a confident young man, but he could appreciate when something pretty was staring him in the face. It was one of the only times he didn't actually batter himself mentally about his laundry list of insecurities, which made it all the more odd. The child was often irrational though, more so since his relocation. He didn't especially mind being different anymore though, so that was a good improvement. Miss Artyn took Mewt away from those thoughts though and sent him to another train of thought.

Mewt thought about how odd Miss Artyn was acting as she spoke. Her voice, the look on her face, and what she was actually saying all seemed a little outside of her normal bounds. She did say that he could just call her Marshell, but Mewt wasn't sure that was the right thing to do considering she was going to be his teacher once he gained a few ranks in the school. Where Mewt came from you often didn't even know your teacher's first name in the first place, let alone call them by it. Mewt had to remind himself though that this world was nothing like his. If anything, this world was closer to Ivalice and that made his chest a little tight every time he thought about it.

Though the teacher seemed to stumble a bit, she spoke of what they all should do. Talk about things. Miss Artyn stated that it was only Phoenix's third day at the school and would most likely need help, which Mewt probably could use too. The little boy had been there longer than Phoenix, but he had still only been there for a week. In that time he managed to get a grasp of the tiers he would have to work up and the names of most of the staff, but it was still a very foreign environment. Help might be a good thing for him and Miss Artyn seemed more than excited to provide such help. Perhaps there was another motive for her as a teacher, but Mewt thought it was nice anyway. Miss Artyn always did seem very nice from what he had heard, but it was good to see confirmation of such rumors.

"I've only been here for a week. I understand a few things, like Tiers, but I guess there's bound to be plenty about the school I don't really know yet," Mewt mused. The boy thought he should come up with something to ask about, but he wasn't really sure what he could ask. "I think I understand a few things at least. Is there anything that I really should know that I might not?"

[Phoenix Psyche]

After a few moments, Phoenix realized that his hand was clutching a bit of his dress. It was about over his heart, but once he noticed he quickly corrected the situation. Phoenix didn't often do things, like what he had just done, that he didn't register before-hand. Unconscious movements like that though were getting somewhat more common. The girlish young man could only assume that it was because many unexpected things were happening after his death, but he still didn't like it. He hadn't yet decided how he felt about being dragged into this world though. One of Phoenix's hands traveled to his hair, to twist and play with it as he thought. That little habit was just another girly thing he did.

When the little boy replied to Phoenix he said something of how he liked Phoenix's name too. That wasn't as important as the fact that he seemed to be calming considerably, possibly even getting out of his awkwardness. That was always good at least because it was simply so hard to have good conversation when any participant was so lost in themselves like that. It wasn't too long before Marshell was saying something, trailing off with a wry ummm before bursting back into her thought process with the claim that they should talk. Phoenix agreed for the most part, but he was beginning to wonder why he was even doing what he was doing.

The young man questioned himself far too much these days, he knew, yet he couldn't help himself. Another short pause before Marshell elaborated on what she meant when she said talk, asking for a bit more in terms of specifics. Using Phoenix as an example, Marshell asked if Mewt needed any help. It wasn't an entirely unheard of concept for Phoenix to find all he needed on his own, but Marshell was so invested he just had to help her out a little. The girlish man reminded himself that it wasn't out of his way and he didn't have a problem with that. Had it been a real burden he might have just claimed he had a class to go to so he could leave.

Mewt responded to Marshell with the fact that he had been there only a week, slightly to the surprise of Phoenix, and that he believed he was catching on but likely didn't know it all yet. Phoenix would have assumed that Mewt had been at the school much longer though because even though he did look perplexed earlier, he did seem at ease with his general location at the Sanctuary. It was as if Mewt had really adapted where others could not unless they were given copious amounts of time. Phoenix wondered if he himself would ever get to that level of comfort with their new world. He doubted it silently.

By the time the young boy finished talking he asked if there was anything important he should know that he may not. Phoenix thought it was somewhat bright of the boy not to assume he knew everything, as Phoenix had run into many other students who boasted as much until proposed with a 'quiz'. Phoenix knew there was much he did not know yet because he simply hadn't quested for the information. Were he to try he was sure he could know plenty, enough to get by, but Phoenix hadn't yet been in a trying type of mood. That was another reason that this encounter was seemingly not out of his way. There were things that the young man could extract out of it as well.

(Okay so I'm a bad person. Sorry it took so long. I broke my muse and then school bitch-slapped me.)