#takecver

     It was anyone’s guess what Camille was up to, blatantly following Ren’s every step around the Mansion. Anywhere he went, there would be a bright-pink shadow trailing his movements. Each corner taken, an extra body would turn it with a decent three-second delay. A cause as to why this was happening would be pure speculation, she gave no blatant aim nor goal for the longest of time. 

     At least, not until a whiteboard was pulled from her inventory, marker squeaks now trailing alongside hurried footsteps. After a short bit, her pace would speed up to overtake Ren, stopping at his front with a completed picture held up skyward for him to see. On it would depict.... a cat. It was a picture of a cat.

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---- Getting into scraps with rogue alien thugs was nothing new for Ben, and the boy would say he lived in the thick of intergalactic battle. Smashing robot heads, pounding slimy extraterrestrials into the ground... he worked best under these scenarios, where he could fight for what he believed in. However, not all citizens were as amply equipped for these battles as he was... so when Sunder’s axe swung down, nearly ready to cleave a bystander in two...

      There was a large mass of rustic brown that took the hit right to his back, while looking down at the raven-haired boy in front of him.

---- “ Heya pally, ain’tcha the fella with the mask?! Golly, ya’ look so cool out there! Yer’ all like- PTYEW, PTYEW- ” With that, he points a finger as if he were holding a gun, and snaps, flicking an energy blast into the far wall. Oops.

     Alright, that’s one point against her criminally sticky fingers.

     Yeah, yeah... she got caught in the act, laugh it up. Her tiny little mitts were going for that cool knife this four-eyed student had on him, but... well, if her snagged wrist had anything to say about how that went, she wouldn’t currently be scrambling for an excuse, now would she?

    “ How come no one ever uses the items that are provided? ” Questions the boy robot, wondrously looking over a Poke Ball with all the intrigue you might expect from a soul such as his. A bit more investigating the contraption, before his blue eyes turn to face Joker properly.

    “ I mean, they’re given out for free, but all you ever see anyone do is fight one-on-one, with just the things they brought with them. I don’t get it? ” He pauses, looking down at the floor with a slightly confused pout.

---- “ Library...? Gah...! I don’t know where anything in this school is! ” Not to mention, the Shujin uniform feels so... weird. Nona has never been a skirts kind of gal, often going for jeans, or if particularly isolated and comfy, sweatpants. Such formal, more traditional ‘girly’ wear felt pretty... off.

      Not to mention how lost she felt, scratching her head to remember the Shujin Academy map from Persona 5. Not that she can just go around spewing THAT tidbit out... but she could ask someone rather naturally!

      Coughing, she steps up to the raven-haired teen, and speaks up. In English. That might be a problem, potentially.