Amelia and Emcee arrived at Secmark, where the shoppers were grabbing all the bargains possible. The latest fashion trends of Malicore were modelled by different beasts, because there were no animal rights back then, and nobody had heard of modelling before apparently.

She took her to a section which was filled with clothes just like Amelia wore, though the footwear was lacking, as was the lack of footwear on Amelia's foot. Some people are just built different, Emcee thought looking down at the underside of Amelia's dirt ridden foot with her bright red toenails. Amelia caught her looking and turning away, "Did them myself, you should do yours like this too heh!" She shoved her toes into Emcee's face twiddling them around. "Yes ma'am, I'll do just that."

Amelia twitched at the response, "Don't ever Ma'am me, I'm not OLD,"

"So sorry Amelia!" Emcee cowered thinking she'd get a full contact session with those sparkly toes.

"Calm down. Let's get you stocked up, then we'll get training. I'm gonna make you feel brand new lass mwahaha! We'll start with attitude. You're a boss bitch now got it? Just follow me around the store."

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Horace wasn't sure how he remembered a memory that he wasn't there for. But the lad woke up from his walking daydream, arriving at the Sentient School ready for the ceremony.

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There were around twenty kids his age, socialising, being anti-social, scrapping playfully, reading and tinkering with materials creating things. "Fucking A! This is baller, I can't wait to pick my class." he said to his mum and dad.

"I'm sure you'll find something you want. But anything's better than your mums class lad, heh," Hayle's jokes were only working since they were attending an event held by esteemed people, when they get back home, he was going to pay the price.

"Go on now, you should start talking to your classmates. You never know if a party will become available without making connections." Amelia's wise words spurred Horace on, and he approached the group sparring with each other.

The group was made up of four Dornam girls, three koan (Felidhan) and a Scaq wailing against each other with weapons they brought from home, far beyond their skill levels as well. They swung wildly at each other barely missing limbs that were essential, yet they were having a blast as they did so.

One of the Koan girls looked at Horace and asked, "What weapon you got, no ranged types here." Horace had brought along a crossbow his mum gave him, and he showed it to the girl. She instantly dismissed him, and he tried to find another group to associate with.

The Art types didn't even give him the chance to speak. They immediately shooed him off noticing his weapon. Those keen on the more hands-on approach to things, tested his hammering skills, "Bruh...you've never done this before have you? That's some basic bitch craftmanship." A Huum with a tool of every kind on his belt said to him. Horace shook his head, "First time actually,"

He was starting to panic he'd never make any friends...

Amelia began to tear up at the sight of him starting to make his way into a brave new world.

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