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Apparently obtaining the will to speak after a quick second, the winged boy steps forward. "Ah, hello. My name is 정 성민. I am a... a boy, so please... refer to me as such. I am also a harpy, so I have the wings." He folds said wings slightly. "An interesting about me, is..." He thinks for a bit. "Oh, I am a singer. People always saying- ah, say I am good, but I think that it is, ah, my blood." He laughs a little, though he rubs his hands together nervously, adjusting his scarf.

"Ah, much attention. So helpful." Seong laughs a little, before filling out his form with the help. He picks Music, Dance, Human Integration, and, after a quick consideration, also chooses Biology. He nods at his helpers. "What are you majoring in, Zoren, also mister Blackadder? I am 정 성민. Also, um..." He blinks a little. "I'm very, uh, very sorry. What is name, miss?"

Appearing from the sidelines, out of sight or at least from conscious acknowledgement, a certain winged boy takes a moment to fold his wings and figure out how best to sit on the stone bench. Afterwards, Seong calmly takes a pen and fills out a sheet. Starting with his name, written in Hangul, he bites his lip over the "preferred pronouns" part, trying to decipher the words, before just deciding to put in a male symbol. He chews on what to put next on there for a minute, before sheepishly raising his paper. "Does anyone can help me read this? I am not so good at English."

This actually elicits a short giggle out of the boy. "Yes. I am Korean. 저는 정 성민. I am not a boyband, though, haha. What is your name?" He adjusts his beanie slightly.

An accented voice speaks from behind Zoren. "Hello, I am a, a new. I am..." The voice is revealed to be another Asian-looking boy, an average height compared to the dragon. He has his hands clasped together, and appears to be bowing slightly, orange-colored hair flopping forwards a little. "Are you, um... Are you coming from 중국?" He seems a bit embarrassed. "I am no good in speaking English. I sorry."

"Grrrhhh... Now you've done it, bastard!" Heo regains his footing by stepping forward, hard, shouting at the monsters. Once again, he sprints at them with a fist stretching out, though this time with an angry, fired-up resolve that would be difficult to waver as last time. "ORA!" Burning River Shadow Beast A

my secondary: mimic man

"Heh... well, ain't that even freakier?" Heo grins, one hand out in front of him a little, fist clenched, the other holding his sword in a loose grip, the end of it being supported by the ground. His legs shift around a bit, and his eyes betray his tenseness as he scans the monsters. Suddenly, sprinting towards one of the shadow beasts, his arm that was previously clenched is now punching, aimed at the thing! "Take it, asshole!" Burning River Shadow Beast E

"Earth? Izzat a city?"

"Aiight. Want me to call you Mister Knight? Or just Hellfire?" He laughs at his joke. "I've got a good right hook, a good left hook, and this hugeass sword." He keeps twirling it around as he talks. "Does blitzball count as a martial art?"

"Huh."

Heo rubs his head, shaking out the last vestiges of grogginess. Sauntering barefooted towards the group of people that seem to be moving, he stops behind one of them. "Huh... Well wouldn't you know, that's some freaky shit," he mutters under his breath, staring at the pillars, swinging his massive sword around almost carelessly despite its size. "You guys're like, a bunch of cosplayers or something? Some pretty fancy-lookin' outfits ya got." He grins despite the situation he seems to be in.

A muscular, tan-skinned man starts groggily waking up, slowly moving himself to a standing position. He groans, looking around. "Eugh... The hell is this place? Did I get drunk again...? Shit." He flips his giant sword up, slinging it onto his back.