Pacing up and down.

[Lighty]

Oliver waited, his feet stepping lightly on creaking boards, he resisted the urge to walk up and down, pacing would not make whoever would come come any faster. If anyone would come at all. He was beginning to not trust the letter, that at the moment was crumpled in the bottom of his cord bag, if could easily be a hoax, from a rival gang or just another member of his own, former own. To ease his nervousness he took out a razor blade from a pocket, letting it spin round his fingers.
He looked out into the murky gloom of the sea again, his worries turning to frustration at himself and the school, whatever it was.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

A rumbling was heard, and then suddenly the ground cracked open, sending a man high into the air before he landed gracefully on the ground. He was tall, with with dark brown hair that was braided in some places. His skin was also dark brown, like chocolate, and his calm eyes were slanted a bit. For a man, he wore surprisingly little, only long, baggy shorts of an earthy gray color.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Oliver," he apologized. Attached to his hands by wristbands were two long, seraded knives, which had traces of blood, and some other things caught in the seraded parts. "There's been a bit of fighting of late."

[Lighty]

Oliver had stepped back slightly as the ground had cracked, two razorblades grasped in hands, now he lowered his arms and slipped the blades away. He raised an eyebrow as he took the man in, "Fighting? At a school. How wonderful." He added in a low breath, then. "And I wasn't waiting long, it was no trouble."
"I'm guessing that the school is across this...sea...giant pond... infront of us" He hazarded guesses and gave a short smile, also spinning a blade in his hand again.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

The man nodded, looking at the blades. "You seem ready for a fight, yourself. Can your power get you across the lake? If not, we can return my way." He looked down at the hole, which could be seen now as a fairly large tunnel leading down into the earth.

[Lighty]

Quickly he pocketed the blades, eyes now determindly staring at the dirt as if slightly shamed at the razorblades being commented on.
Oliver crouched by the tunnel for a second, peering down.
"Well, I'll be the first to admit ground isn't my favourite type of hole, disregarding the fact I grew in clay baked cities, so I think I'd like to try out my way there. Depends if I brought enough with me really."
As he spoke the last few words he dumped his bag on the boards and started pulling out objects. Metal objects; just metal nicknack's, weights, weapons- he also chucked to the floor about 9 razorblades that had been placed about his person, and vials of powdered grains of the stuff. And then with his foot his kicked it all into the water. It sank.
He gave a glance to the man then back to the water with a sweet sure smile on his face. "I've never tried this before, but in theory, it should work." He didn't sound phased or even ruffled by the acknowledgment.
The objects rose, slowly and differently, now they were in the shape of a hull of a boat and it floated precariously on the water. Oliver stepped on to it and looked at his handiwork. "Just enough" He gave a grin.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"You're resourceful," he approoved. "My name is Tiisehl, and I will be your Master Teacher. As I said before, we are in a rushed time, so I will offer you classes right now. Besides your permanent classes, you have the option of a few extras: Music, Puppetmaster, Life Skills, History, and Samuri. Do any of these interest you?"
Tiisehl took a step onto the water, his feet being held up by two steady and oddly floating rocks.

[Lighty]

Shoving his foot against the side he kicked off the unstable little boat to start it's way across the water and cocked his head on one side to consider an answer and to stare for a moment at his Master Teachers own mode of transportation.
"Mmm, not many there sound so very tempting. Lifeskills, Music, for as much good will they do me."
He crouched at the end of the 'raft', molding something to get the whole thing running smother and spoke up again, offhand. "I heard there were advanced classes, any of them can I get? Might be some I could use better." Oliver straightned up and glanced ahead, trying to see where they were in the expanse of the pond.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"Advance classes, hm? You can receive them later in the year if you show promising growth or experience in the base classes," Tiisehl explained. A paper appeared in his hand, along with a small round object. "Here is you schedule, and a gift from me."

***Oliver has received his schedule***
Pd1: Magic
pd2: Weaponry
pd3: Alchemy
pd4: Beastry
pd5: ~Break~
pd6: Master
pd7: Life Skills
pd8: Study Hall
pd9: Study Hall
pd10: Music

***Oliver has received Quartz Orb***
Using this orb the bearer can summon Avihs, the ice godess of lore. She has half the health of the summoner and can preform high grade ice spells. Naturally, any ice spells directed at her will heal her rather than harm her.

[Lighty]

He gave a nod of thanks and packed away the paper, tossing the orb between hands for a moment before doing the same. "Interesting" He looked surprised and slightly pleased about the gift.
"Since we don't have much time, do we need to speed up or are we nearly there?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"The far shore is right ahead," Tiisehl said. When they arrived he hopped off the two rocks, which promptly sunk, onto the sand. "I need to get back to the battle. It is almost at the breaking point. You should go back into the school, but I have heard that many students have snuck out to join the fray. It is an endangerment to their lives that I do not approve of, but if you wish to join in I will not hinder you," he stated seriously. Tiisehl did an odd bow before running off in the direction of the battle with extreme agility.

[Lighty]

Oliver gave a grin at the receding figure, annoying language but the man seemed allright. Pulling open his bag he dumped the lump of now squashed metal into it, then slung it onto his shoulder with a resounding clunk. He looked round and did the only option available, walked off.