DizjayDeathPride
Five Thousand Club
Noivian
It always seemed like Richard was never actually doing anything when someone caught his attention. Staring at black walls. Sticking his pens inside of electrical sockets. If you asked around the Academy it was unlikely anyone knew what his purpose here was. He wore a black suit, there seemed to be faceless beings with black suits wandering the school as guardians, he wore a black suit, they must be linked.
When Nova called for his attention he was pinning a flyer up on the wall. If only she knew that her robe allowed only her eyes to see what the paper said. He looked confused by her question. What's confusing about it? It's black. You were admitted into Z Class. Congratulations. The class does not exist. Do not tell anyone else about your robe being black. Not even your partner. You'll either seem crazy or be called a liar. It's... yellow for everyone else. Your rank is S. exactly in the middle. Congratulations. Richard began to walk off. Passing Nova's shoulder he stopped and finished his message before continuing away. It begins when you want. You know exactly where you need to go for your training to begin. If you doubt yourself, Do not begin. You'll just die.
If Nova read the note pinned to the wall she would see it was a Z ranked mission. All that was on the sheet of paper was a Z in the center. If she read the paper it would reveal itself to her only then burn. If not, the mission would stay waiting for another black robed student to accept