The young prince was moving into the Castle to wed Dion the oldest of teh Kroan sisters.  Dion was preparing to be queen and although she could handle the kingdom herself, her father insisted that she marry a boy from the neighboring kingdom.

“This is exciting.... almost.” Danica tried to tell her sister as they waited at the entrance for the prince to arrive.

Pyrrha set down her pencil, hearing the bell indicating that the class was over. She did like Professor Port’s class, certainly, but sometimes it seemed like half the class turned into a rambling tangential story that didn’t always quite have a connection to what they had happened to be talking about previously.

She picked up her notebooks--both the larger one for regular class note-taking, and the smaller one that she used for writing conversations--stuffing her pencil into the binding of the larger notebook before picking them both up, tucking them idly under her arm.

The red-haired girl wove her way around the seats and the other students slowly making their way out of the classroom. Some of them were a bit more eager to get out of class, so it seemed, and in avoiding one pushy student she found herself accidentally bumping into someone else.

The Spirit stopped in her spot, slightly lowering her broadsword, and looked around the place where she was, aware that the fight wasn’t over. Not yet. Suddenly noticing a movement, she quickly lifted up her sword and blocked the attack of her opponent.

“You’re so persistent! Why don’t you understand?! Your attacks won’t work at me!” she said angrily.

A strong light spread from the broadsword and almost sent the girl kilometers away from there. Almost, because in the last second, she diverted from the Spirit’s attack. Her rival’s behavior only made Tohka even angrier, and she started attacking the opponents gain, this time faster, sending beams of lights at them, a spherical purple force field around her while she fought, protecting her from the attacks. Anyone that passed by that area, would immediately notice that she was’t from that dimension, and that was her fear.

First, because of her clothes: Her attire (a dress with a set of purple-and-cream plated armor which adorns her shoulders and waist) and her weapon (which took on the appearance of a gilded throne, and which doubled as the scabbard of her broadsword when she cut the throne into exact halfs) both emanated a really strong energy.

Secondly, her appearance: a girl with dark-purple hair and pupils which are colored dark-blue on the top half, and a mix of pink and pale yellow on the bottom half. With that exotic look, she was easily distinguished from ordinary people.

She was fighting rather well, considering that she was by herself. It was just a question of time, though,  until she felt tired, and the force field she had created around her flickered for a moment. It was the AST chance. They began to shoot, and she was hit by a bullet, seconds before the force field stabilized again.

Cinder had been in her office.  She glanced once at the monitors before going back to her paperwork.  She paused when faint alarms started going off.  She looked up at monitors again a sigh at someone who was breaking into her stuff.  She’d have to handle it again.  She walked toward the figure her hand dropping to her hip.

Glynda looked at the young man as he approached her desk.