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[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

This Confident Young Man...​

...never needed asked more than once to volunteer for a fight. Spar, duel, whatever name it went by--it was a fight. Fighting for Conor was much like turning in an essay for any of the more elite writers in the class. While some might dread it, he was already thinking of how to exceed the criteria as the instructor was describing it. The lesson in this fight was how he approached his opponent. This was a tough feat to display outwardly, but Conor was sure his teacher would explain all of the unnoticed actions at the end.

The first thing Conor considered was how his opponent was at an advantage. He knew very few people here and less so their fighting styles. Conor, on the other hand, was just freshly introduced to the Full Moon class as the first weaponless Meister. In his orientation, it was explained that his method of combat was mixed martial arts in close quarters. Conor knew nothing about Maya.

With this being his biggest weakness, he decided on not allowing her more information. His first action in their fight was actually made as he walked down the aisle. He began suppressing his Wavelength. His Strong Soul was a dead giveaway to anyone using Soul Perception close to him. He lacked the ability to completely make his soul vanish as some Meisters could. Primarily due to lack of experience, but also due to the increased difficulty of it. Suppressing a normal soul is an advanced task normally associated with Elite Two-Star or even Three-Star Meisters, trying to do so with a Strong Soul was like trying to confine the thrust from a jet engine. The results from Conor doing this masked his Wavelength to, at the very least, appear like that of a normal Meister.

His next step started when he entered the ring. Conor spent enough time around insecure bullies to know how to get the better of people. He stood across from her in front of the class with his hands in his pockets. The entire time, he was ready for her first attack. He wasn't going to be the one to throw the first punch, though. This fight with an unfamiliar opponent was going to begin with a different way.

"Hey. Yo, cute-stuff. What's with the robe?" Conor asked in a nonchalant tone. Everything about how he asked was meant to goad her. His haughty tone. His objectifying reference to her. His disrespectful regard to her clothing. It was all just an act and he relied on his instructor to know that. No one else would. He preferred it that way.

The Regal Rper Ariel

 

[GrieveWriter]

Rodney had returned to his seat next to Zylon after Kensei went to pursue Winter, the DJ making sure to snicker as the glutton as he sat down.

"Really showed me how its done down there, big guy." the green haired musician said with a casual grin and a raised eyebrow "Maybe next time I'll learn how to make potential friends kill themselves right in front of me."

"I think it went really well!" Rodney giggled to her as he watched the events unfold below

"Seriously?" the DJ asked with a roll of her oddly colored eyes "I'd think you of all people would hate seeing people get all teary and stuff."

"But! Making her cry led to a potential friendship blooming between her and that other big boy who was sent to help her!" Rodney began glowing radiantly with his happiness "And one of the few things better than making new friends is helping those friends make friends of their own!"

"Geez, I get it already." Zylon shielded her eyes from the rays of happiness "Just turn down the glow already, ya givin' me a headache."

"It's just so..." tears of pure, unadulterated joy began leaking from his goggles "so happy!"

Zylon scoffed before taking a pair of shades from her jacket's pocket and slid them on as she reluctantly turned her attention back to the teacher before them. As expected, she struggled to give much of a damn about the class, and spent much of her time pretending to pay attention while waiting for Rod to get over his little happiness surge. Then it was mentioned that there'd be a type of sanctioned fight to demonstrate the importance of approach, or something else stupid probably. The DJ would probably be able to deal with that, she could just take a dive and worry about upping the grade later. She didn't really feel like fighting anytime soon, at least here, the setting wasn't putting her in a combative mode.

She raised an eyebrow once Dr. Macson's gaze fell on her, but he ended up calling on the blonde behind her instead. She was to go up against some dude in a hood, whatever.

"Hey Rod, potential friends are about to hurt each other." She spoke to the glutton as he procured a piece of meat from lord-knows where and began feasting on it "Friends shouldn't do that, right?"

"The-they're bettering themselves..." Rodney said with wide eyes beneath his goggles "by bettering each other!!!"

Zylon was already prepared with a small umbrella to deflect the sudden surge of happy tears which came flooding from Rodney's goggles. She briefly wondered why she was thee only one apparently perturbed by this but found her answer when she spotted the few other kids sitting near Rodney sighing with peaceful happiness.

"Can't even frown for more than a second, eh big guy?" she chuckled casually before turning her attention back to the fight starting below "Ah well, least I get to see two normies beat the life out of each other, that should be moderately entertaining for a while."

 

[Rage]

Kensei Goki

As Kensei searched around he grinned with an energetic smile. *sniff sniff* Two strong whiffs and he knew where Winter was, but for the heck of it he decided to make this interesting to prove his suspicions. Heavy steps sounded as Kensei moved, but the point was meant to be intentional. He wasn't sure if it was just instinct or if it was his gut, but Kensei had a strong feeling this girl was something else. Something more than just a human. With each loud step he had expected her to make small movements to try and hide once more but in the end it wouldn't even matter, because he'd already picked up her scent and right now he was sure what he was smelling was blood.

In all honesty it almost made him frown Kensei knew what the girl was feeling. Lost, confused, maybe even distant. It reminded him of the past, way back then. Back when he was a child-- no, a baby. Being new in an entirely different world wasn't easy. Not understanding what was going on, fearing everything that was going on but in the long run he'd grown. He'd changed.

Upon finding his target Kensei's solemn expression slowly shifted as he reached the pillar. No point in letting the girl see a huge guy with such a serious look on his face and frightening her even more right? Taking a deep breath, Kensei forced his smile to return, slowly walked near the hiding spot that was holding Winter. If she saw his foot from the distance as he loomed towards her it would be too late because by then he'd already shouted:" Boo! Great to See You Again, Puppy." He said with a wicked grin. " Well....Come on now, you don't want to be lonely right? Well....let's go, i'm not trying to skip Combative Theory here, so we better get a move on." Reaching down and gently grasping her hand Kensei helped Winter up before he let her stand on her own two-feet. The giant gave her a look over before his nose twitched once more, crinkling at the smell of blood.

Kensei didn't waste a second after catching the glimpse of her cut. He dug into a pocket, yanked out a bandanna and merely tied it on her arm, over the inflicted spot without even waiting for her response. The moment the deed was done, he turned his attention down the hall and began moving forward...only to stop and scratch his head with a small smile. "Hehe...forgot where to go...one sec."


Ten seconds went by before Kensei he had a great sense of smell. With a deep inhale he focused his senses on Dr.Macson. Trying to remember what it was. What was it again? he thoguht to himself. What did I smell on his breath right before I left? mmm....coffee. "This way" he said to Winter as he begun to walk back to the class. As Kensei led the way he would throw a glance in Winter's direction... he wasn't sure what it was, but something about her reminded him of home... and frankly he didn't want to think about that right now. It wasn't long before they arrived at the door of his classroom once again and the moment they did he opened it.

The light creak of the door drew barely any attention, but frankly that didn't matter. What did matter, was what Kensei could see from his one good eye. Some kid at the center of the class looked like he was waiting for someone and from the looks of it, Doctor Macson seemed to be waiting also. Kensei kept his eye right on boy as he walked inside the room then halfway through it he decided walking wasn't enough so he decided to hop over a few people where his seat lay. Turning his atention back to Winter he waved her over, gently nudging one or two people near his seat out of the way to make room for her. The moment that occupied space became empty, Kensei fixed his eye back on Conor and waited. He wondered who it was they were waiting for, and if they were about to spar in class. Whatever the case, Kensei's expression grew slightly serious. This is going to be interesting

The Regal Rper raven flame GrieveWriter Sir Les Paul Ariel

 

[raven flame]

Winter yelped as she tried to run only for him to grab her hand and pull her out of her hiding place and tied a bandana on her arm with the cut, she scowled at him when she heard him call her puppy ,but she nodded in thanks, as he soon started to pull her along back to class, as he pulled her along he started to talk about her not being lonely, yes she was lonely she had been for as long as she could remember, but she hated it, she hated it greatly all she wanted was for someone to depend on someone to be there for her but no, no one wanted to be near the street rat, no one wanted to be near a cursed girl affected by madness and loneliness, a girl that had no home, or parents, one on to love or help her, that's all she wanted was for someone to love her for her not hate her for what she is.

As they got to class she saw what was going on and soon followed kensei, sitting next to him with the small occasional nervous twitch as she looked around the classroom in fear as several students looked at her.
Rage

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Maya Devereux & Conor O'Neill

by Sir Les Paul & Plasma​

Previously, Maya had not been paying much attention to the happenings of the classroom, her mind floating off to different places and different times. She’d been known to space out sometimes, as if the current situation was too boring for her, although most of the time it meant missing out on the more exciting things, such as being volun-told to participate in a little sparring as an example in the classroom. It wasn’t until seconds ticked by after she was spoken to did Maya realize “Maya” was her name and she wasn’t moving despite being told to. Maya rose from her seat and stepped toward the front, her eyes grazing the floor, avoiding the gaze of others not because she was too timid but because she wasn’t one to usually socialize, with voice or with body language. Finally, when she stood at the front, back straight, shoulders back, and head tilted toward the floor did she make an attempt to look at anyone else; her opponent. Whereas one might have closed their eyes and tried to picture one’s soul, Maya gritted her teeth and tried to focus on what her tongue was trying to tell her. The flavor was average, nothing too special, it didn’t make her tastebuds sing in delight nor did it make her pucker her face in disgust. The flavor of the soul was usually pretty accurate in helping her understand her opponent. Did that mean he was normal then?

When he spoke, she tilted her head to the side as if listening, dazed, and the only incantation that she might have been listening, or rather wasn’t ignoring him was the pink tinge in her face and the way her eyes slid down to her clothing and back. Maya didn’t take compliments or insults very well, whatever he may have been getting at, so instead of speaking, which would have been harder, she placed her hand on her sword hilt and waited.

Conor watched closely. From what he could see, his opponent was a reserved one. He knew next to nothing about her so it was next to impossible to determine if this was her personality or fighting style. What he noticed is she took a serious stance against him immediately. More so, she ignored his taunts. She wasn’t one to give in to his goading so quickly, but that didn’t mean he was one to quit trying.

Regardless, he had to adapt. He pulled his fists out of his hoodie pockets and held them in front of his body. One was considerably closer than the other although both were fairly centered to his body. It was apparent that he knew at least some basic stances. Overall, his stance was still informal. His feet were hardly spread wide, his hips were still straight and his body was almost neutral in stance--there was simply no indicator to the trained eye as to what he was doing yet. This was in part due to his own lack of specialized fighting styles, but also intentional: it was harder to predict.

“Gonna come at me with a sword already, cute-stuff?” Conor continued on, his grin still spread across his cheeks. “I’m no Kishin. Use your fists,” he told her with the inherent tone that using a weapon in this fight would almost be degrading. As if he looked down on it.

As soon as Conor had readied himself (she recognized his stance) Maya had drawn her thin sword, the sound of metal scraping tickled her ears in the process and stared him down. When he spoke again, it made her pause. Normally she wouldn’t hesitate on such a thing, her sword was her forte after all, but he was right, he was no kishin and it didn’t matter to her if the fight was won or lost, it was all for the sake of learning after all. So in the spirit of learning, Maya sheathed the sword and copied his stance, one, because she wasn’t as akin to fighting without a weapon and two, to perhaps falsely portray her bumbling actions as someone who didn’t know a thing about hand to hand combat. Just because she preferred the sword did not mean she didn’t find weaponless combat important.

“No sword then…” Maya murmured in her usual lackadaisical tone, barely above a whisper.

Conor saw her sheath her sword. Immediately, he had to process why she would do such a thing. He was aware of whole fighting styles centered around the first draw being fast and deadly. Would she use such a thing here? Maybe. He had to be careful. Or… was she just stupid? He doubted it. Anyone in this particular class had some modicum of intelligence. In his mind, he figured she either had some fancy sword technique ready to use or she had an alternate reason for resorting to hand-to-hand combat. What that particular reason was, Conor hadn’t the faintest clue nor the time to deduce it.

“A girl after my own heart,” he commented, “a fight is so much more fun with fists.” He smiled at her again, this time more genuine than he cared for it to be. Somewhere deep down, he was glad it came down to their fists. Quite frankly, if she was to use her sword, his first goal would be to disarm her anyway. All this did was skip a step. The chance still lingered that she would use it…

Uncurling his most forward fist, he made a come hither sign to her. Without any more delay, he said, “try me, cute-stuff.”

Taking it literally, Maya couldn’t help but think, ‘If I wanted your heart, wouldn’t I use my sword to cut it out?’ A morbid thought, any idea that it was though lost to her as always. Any shred of common sense the girl possessed was expended on fighting and learning and the reservoirs ran dry shortly after that. Originally she had planned to wait for him to come to her but seeing as that wouldn’t happen and that they probably didn’t have an endless amount of time to do this, Maya decided to make the first move...technically.

She moved forward in a fluid motion, lunging with a fist intended to strike his core and instead of hitting him, at the last second, she pulled back just as quickly as she had came. Then, she moved around him, feinting to the side. She moved into his range. That is what mattered. She was within his Soul Perception. Even off to the side, he knew her position. As she strafed off, he stepped backwards in the opposite direction to her with his foot that was nearest her, then pivoted on his hips to turn to her. His motion flowed with hers, making their current exchange more like a dance than a fight--for now.

“A bit of a tease,” he remarked, still maintaining his defensive stance.

“Then why don’t you make a move?” Maya asked, gently again and took a couple steps backward in a bouncing motion that looked more like hopping than stepping. It wasn’t meant to sound like a retort, even if it might have, but might have been more of an honest question, if she could even be so blunt as to ask. The reasons and tactics of one’s opponent were usually something one would wonder about. Not many would actually just come out and ask though as that would seem futile anyway. Her eyes, even if apparently glazed, dull, took in everything he did, every movement she could see, she noted. Even if people didn’t give away anything with their voice, they often did with how they moved and acted. He wasn’t an open book, that much was for sure, but there were still things she could learn by watching what he did.

Maya might have been more willing to attack again but her skills lied in her ability to evade and outlast. Even if she wanted something to happen, the only intelligent thing she could do was wait, instead of will it and lost patience. Even Maya’s patience was finite.

“I’m shy,” he said facetiously. It was in his tone. So was his aggression. Now that she neared him and he was within range to react to any sword attack he felt she would use, he was more open to an attack. What became apparent was the speed his physique granted him. He watched Maya bob back and forth, but his eyes were their own feint. What he was really watching was the motion of her flow through his Soul Perception. He relied on it far more than his own eyes.

Timing each of her bobs like a boxer might his opponent, or a predator his prey, he predicted the precise moment her bounce--her hop-like motion--would reduce her traction on the ground. Not a lot. But, enough for what he considered an opening. In his own feat of agility, he burst forward with a simple leopard strike. His fingers curled in, but extended forward to make a more precise application of force. His aim? Her upper, right shoulder where she would be highest in the air and furthest from the floor. It was a simple, yet rapid motion as he jabbed forward with his free hand just waiting for how she might defend herself.

And defend herself she tried, if “defend”could be used to describe exactly what Maya did and excels in. It might be better said that Maya is gifted in the art of procrastination. Just as some people put off things until the last second, Maya’s actions are quite the same. It wasn’t until a fraction of a second before he might have struck her did she jerk her body backwards and used the momentum to tumble backwards in a somersault and face him again, taking a knee in a way that would allow her to push back up if she needed to.

Conor took this as yet another opening. Just as her bobbing was a period in time she had no traction, her somersault was period of time she was in the air with no bodily control. With his jab missed but his momentum still moving forward, he continued to flow with the energy into a fluid spin on his leading leg which followed through into a forward kick after his twist was complete. He lacked the acrobatics she had, but made up for it with a strictly conservative fighting style. No movement was wasted.

Maya knew she was too late on the draw and whereas if she had more time to build the energy to push backwards again, she had only enough time to process and react with a less protective action. Even if he was to strike her with his kick, she knew that she shouldn’t be close enough for another attack afterward. She used her forearms over her face as a shield and even though the strike did hurt and was enough to make her stumble, she used his own force to roll backwards a second time and out of the way of a quick follow-up attack. If he decided to bound forward and do another, at least she would have enough time to react again and the cycle would repeat.

If Maya wanted a game of cat and mouse, Conor was happy to oblige. The moment his kick connected and she flew back was the precise moment his reliance on his Soul Perception became the most advantageous. He saw her not just roll back, but how quickly. How far. Once she stopped, he immediately knew what striking range she was in. To estimate this on sight would be just that: an estimate. Conor was all about precision. His next assault was a simple one, but profoundly effective given her position. With a quick downward motion, he performed a brutal leg sweep aimed at her most forward positioned thigh with the sole intention of bruising her, weakening her further movements.

The moment she felt his foot connect with her leg, she cried out, gritted her teeth and tried to come up with a new tactic on the spot. When she first decided to repeat her reactions, she knew simply repeating would never keep up for very long but had hoped it would be long enough to come up with a new tactic. She was wrong and would admit that she was outmatched, at least without a sword. Maybe even with a sword. It was the very reason she was here, wasn’t it? Still it was a soft blow to her pride like his kick was a blow to her leg, neither lethal but both resulting in her being at an even greater disadvantage. She realized nothing good would come from continuous defense and even if she was going to lose, she’d make sure to give him at least a bruise or two of his own. Without wasting time and still gritting her teeth, Maya struck out with her fist, aimed for his side as he finished the movement of his sweep.

This was the moment Conor was waiting for. He didn’t need to win with one mighty blow. He didn’t need to knock her out. He needed to make her frustrated. He needed to peel away her defenses to make her fight sloppy. When she struck out her fist, she did precisely that. Conor was waiting for the moment she actually tried to hit him. That is what Wing Chun was about. Conor had a fair amount of momentum following through his sweep, so it wasn’t quite possible for him to avoid being hurt. But, with a gentle deflection of her fist, he could turn a solid blow to his ribs into a graze to his skin. Significantly less hurtful.

More important, his deflection was gentle. He didn’t follow through with it. In fact, he likely could have made her blow less impactful if he had, but that was not his goal. Instead, he wanted to use as little force as possible so that the moment his first movement was finished, he could follow up. His freehand lashed out quickly with the sole intention on blocking the path of her other hand. Why? He didn’t want her to defend against the hand he deflected her with because it's new path was a direct leopard strike to her lower throat.

Immediately she realized her mistake. It was usually like Maya to get frustrated but this way of fighting… the way he fought… It brought it about inside her, sort of like the frustration of wanting to move quickly but being forced to move through the water or cement. In the time she might have thought of a reaction, his blow would have connected with her throat. But, it didn’t. In the split-second following, Conor angled his hand to slide past her neck, just barely scratching it. The throat was simply too vital to allow his hit to land.

Following through with his motion, he leaned in and steadied himself near her now-frozen body. “You’re fast,” he whispered. His tone changed considerably. The arrogance he had in it was gone… for the most part. He smiled down to her as he stood up, then extended his hand. “But, I’m faster,” he added. Still cocky, but nowhere near the goading he was performing earlier. Although, on some level, his ego was showing. He was already assuming the fight was over.

Maya had been preparing for the awful and uncomfortable feeling of being struck in the throat… Something that didn’t come. Even the act of him not fighting caught her by surprise but instead of being even more frustrated, the frustration dissipated. She was left staring wide-eyed at him, barely hearing him speak. It was one of those few times those deadened golden hazel eyes lit up and frankly she wasn’t sure how she felt. Astounded? Ashamed? Embarrassed? Awed? Even though the fight hadn’t been declared officially over, it definitely was. “Good fight,” she murmured, dazed as normal, although in a different way, and extended her hand to shake and then shook his.

Conor helped her up and preserved his strong smile on his face. This was the first time they were close enough that his own blue eyes were really visible. His were never dull. Maybe it was the angle or the moment, but they possessed a particular sheen to them. In all reality, it was the excitement of the fight. It was his blood racing. His nervous system in overdrive. But, that didn’t matter. The explanation didn’t matter. He released her hand and quickly bowed to her. It was traditional, even in victory. He learned it through the traditional Chinese practices of Wing Chun and was fairly sure she would recognize the gesture.

“You should be careful, bright eyes,” he told her. His entire tone had changed. Before, when he called her ‘cute stuff’, it was nearly degrading. Now, it seemed to flow more organically. He meant it. “The people we fight out there won’t go easy on you ‘cause you’re cute,” he added. His smile turned to a smirk. His comment fell somewhere between the lines of mockery, flirtation and valid advice. The reality is that he just said that in front of the entire class… and teacher.

When Maya looked up at him again, she noticed his expression, his smile, and the ways his eyes lit up to match. She wondered if every time he sparred, even if it was for educational purposes like this, or if he was ever in danger, if he looked like that. Normally there was the obvious reason of looking forward to the end of a fight being… just that. The end of it. But if there was a way to feel like that or see someone like that at the end every time… Maybe that was another reason. War, fighting, all of it, had all seemed very black and white to her. Maybe it wasn’t just that.

The gentle thoughts in her head were immediately derailed when he spoke however, and she opened her mouth to respond, and when she found she couldn’t, just closed it again. A blush had crept into her cheeks and the tips of her ears and she immediately dropped her gaze. Maya wondered if teasing people was a hobby of his. Even if the teasing wasn’t quite like the original teasing, she was convinced it must have been all the same to him and yet, was a little endeared to hear advice in the mix. And yet again the silent samurai lived up to her name but not because she didn’t want to speak but because she couldn’t.

Conor saw her blush and it only widened his grin more. But, this was class. He slid his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie, then turned to Mr. Macson. He then asked, “Sir, was that the type of match you wanted?” Inside, he wore his grin. Not only did he win, but Maya was pretty cute and he left her red-faced. All without revealing too much… not bad. Not bad at all.

GrieveWriter Ariel Rage Sir Les Paul Black Jade

 

[The Regal Rper]

Dr.Macson
Location: Full Moon Class

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"Your fight...was splendid." The doctor said through closed eyes. And while the tone may have sounded friendly and encouraging, it lacked the same level of cheer, the doctor's voice originally had from before the fight began. Closed eyes became open once more, and were immediately directed to the two students no more than a foot or so below him. Dr. Macson had given his full attention from the moment Maya's foot touched the tiled black floor, to the end where Conor's shoulders became visibly relaxed. Relaxed to at least the doctor's own experienced eyes that is.

Giving a one look over through the room, Dr. Macson rose from his seat and moved towards the edge of the dais' stairs. There he stopped and continued to look between Conor and Maya for no more than two seconds before he broke into a warm, almost comforting smile. "Your evaluation begins now." That smile betrayed his tone.

"Conor, I must admit, despite being one of the youngest elites here, you seem to put a considerable amount of thought into almost every action you took. Not a bad thing, not in the slightest. In fact I encourage that", he reassured. "Just know that in a serious match not all opponents are going to wait to let you think before you react. The moment Maya stepped down into the center of this circle the match had begun. She didn't need to listen to a quip or remark, nor did she even need to comply with your jeer at her form of approach. She just needed to catch you off guard or attack as you spoke. Something I should point out, that she could have easily done the moment you became rigid at her sheathing her blade.

In regards to your stance, I'm sure you yourself know that your legs weren't positioned properly at all. A more experienced fighter-- no a far more agile one, could use this against you by maneuvering outside your scope by a feint step or simply playing dirty. Quick enough to impede you, fast enough to land a strike once you've been impeded. The prompt you made to get Maya to attack, however was a smart move. Taunts can be effective if done right, Maya did well in not responding. I award you both points for that, as well as handling this match in pure sportsmanship manner."

The doctor paused, to take a sip from his mug. Once this was done and the mug set down he continued. "Maya. It is clear to me you do not have a full grasp of close quarters combat without a weapon, at least to an extent it seems. Originally I thought you and Conor were equal in terms of stance then I realized upon closer inspection it was a mimic. While your mimic was close to Conor's, almost exact really, it also had the same number of errors and even a few more in terms of the way your feet spread farther than his and how your position was almost as equal in imbalance. But you seemed to be capable in making that up with your speed and body control, so you earn points there as well as Conor for being able to keep up with you.

"Finally the overall battle. I must say, Maya your agility impresses me. I took the liberty of inspecting every student in here, track record and while it depicts you as fast, the level of control you showed through momentum was impressive. Truly commendable. Conor, I don't know what you do in your spare time, but your stance could fool almost anyone if I didn't see you fight up front. You attacks were precise and seemed to me- calculated and what's more they connected. Well done, you'll both make irreplaceable technicians one day.

"My advise? Conor, work on your stance. I don't know what else you can do but I do know a stance like that will throw you into a heap of pain. Maya, learn to take a hit and learn to fight without a sword. That is all." The doctor's evaluation was blunt and meant to be so entirely. They needed to know their errors in order to grow and in his class, "favorites" didn't exist.

"Next up to the center, Dark☆Star and Kensei Goki. We have 30 minutes till class ends, so hurry up and take your positions before time runs out. You two may take your seats." Dr. Macson informed, his last remark towards Conor and Maya.

Sir Les Paul Ariel Black Jade Rage

 

[Black Jade]

《《The Beast》》​

☆☆☆☆☆

The fight was definitely one for sore eyes. It was impressive yes, on it's own analytical standards, as well as in the eyes of most people. Hell, most people would be lucky enough to catch glances of their images as they fought. She could see it clearly, but then again, she was raised by BlackStar, having been forced to not only watch him fight and train, but having to join in on the fight to accompany him. She had to admit, she hated her father for a period in her life.

It wasn't long, mabe when she was old enough for her father to punch her and she wouldn't cry, but she was always forced into gruesome training, fights, battles, she hated it. She was just a girl, one single girl, who wanted a normal life as a girl. She would have fits, anger issues, it was a dark period of her life. Until, she was attacked. It was random, after a fight with her mother about her father, she was attacked on the street by a Kishin. She was saved, of course, none other by an rage filled BlackStar, that was the first time she ever saw him so . . . So angry. The Stars in his eyes blazed, golden and furious as he crushed the Kishin without Mercy.

After that, they didn't speak for a week, and then became best friends. Fighting, training, everything. She didn't know how to explain it, it was like, her father and her had connected. Seeing him care so much, so powerful, she wanted to be like him. She guessed that was the reason she went on the training spree with her father, and why she felt no weight on her shoulders from being his daughter. They were just . . . Close.

Suddenly, DarkStar heard her name being called, as well as the name of another person. It was her partner, or more accurately, her opponent. She shot her head up, her boots clanking bellow her as she stepped away from her seat, raising her hood over her head as a dark drape fell over her face. But her eyes, dark blue, lit up through them, giving a strange intimidating appearance. She reached into her pocket, grabbing her phone, and picking a song quickly. She placed the headphones into her ears, under her hood, putting the phone in it's rightful place in her pocket.

Instead of taking the steps down, she simply jumped down from the railing, landing a few feet away from her teacher. She raised herself up softly, looking amongst the crowd without a word to see her opponent. She saw a few terrified eyes, scared people, and some honestly generally concerned. They, were her old Victims, uh, training partners. They knew the terror she was in a battle, especially one in close combat. She was a weapon, quite literally, but she was also a weapon, quite metaphorically. Some even said she was more terrifying than her father, because unlike her father, she didn't boast. Infact, she barely ever spoke, only letting her fists do the talking, and letting her blue eyes dig into the soul of whoever she was meant to see. She was, for a period in her life, once named the Demons Child.

In all honesty, they weren't exactly wrong. Throwing in the fact that her father almost walked the "Path of the Demon", or whatever the hell that meant. She quite literally began to wonder if she should adopt the name once more, the Demon Child. It was quite catchy, once you got the hang of it, and the roll off your tongue.​

The Regal Rper
Rage

 

[GrieveWriter]

The second the match had ended, Rodney stood in his seat to furiously applaud the spectacle. "Yes! You guys were awesome! Woohoo!" he yelled out as the thunderous sound of his thick hands hastily slamming together woke up his partner. Zylon had successfully managed to fall asleep with her eyes open, a tactic that had served her well during many years of evading boredom, she had been right in the middle of a pleasant dream where some kid's family got axed off right in front of him. Not only did she get a front row view of what some would see as a gruesome spectacle, she had popcorn...and no show was more perfect than one with popcorn. She had just been ready to laugh in the crying child's face when cruel, merciless fate tore her from her pleasant dreams.

She blinked awake and frowned at Rodney, who only seemed to clap louder as time passed. The sight of those poor saps sitting around him joining him in applause made the DJ roll her eyes in disgust for a moment before speaking up.

"Hey Rod, mind toning it down?" she asked before stretching in her chair "Some of us are trying to enjoy the wonders of unconsciousness over here."

"I'm so sorry Zy-Zy!" Rodney glanced towards her with another bright smile as his thick hands slowly lowered to his sides "I'll stop clapping, if it helps ya get some beauty sleep then what kind of friend would I-"

"Yeah yeah, what kind of friend would you be, heard it before." she waved him off before relaxing once more "Just no more of that clapping and yelling, kay big guy?"

She prepared herself for another funny dream, hoping for some chocolate snacks instead of popcorn this time, just to mix it up a bit. But then the next combatants were called.

And immediately applause and cheers came once more, Zylon's eyes rolled over to Rodney only to find the glutton munching on some popcorn and handing signs to those sitting around him. His neighbors had picked up on the trend far easier than the DJ had anticipated, and were now cheering for the next encounter with signs overhead.

"Dude," Zylon gave a small chuckle "just why?"

"Well they's wanted the signs for cheerin'!" he laughed before holding up a marker "So I went ahead and made some for 'em, as a token of my friendship!"

Finishing that he handed the sign to another student and pulled out-

"Are those pom-poms?"

Rodney nodded while holding up the two shiny objects and shaking them around pleasantly "The silent cheer of physical action, these are quiet enough for me bestie to sleep, and functional enough for me future besties to get the stalwart, moral support fighters may only obtain from a caring friend at the edge of the arena!"

With that proclamation, Rodney began shaking his pom-poms happily as his partner gave a snort of laughter at the display. Though her amusement quickly faded as she reluctantly leaned forward in her seat to view the fight itself.

 

[Rage]

Kensei Goki


As Kensei begun to watch the match as when his attention was draw by Winter, he heard her twitching movements and fast breathing. Out of nowhere, he placed his hand onto her head and pet her slightly before he whispered "Calm down, breath softly while you close your eyes. It help will make all better." He then moved his hand behind her ear as he rubbed her gently and scratched softly to ease before he took it away as he rubbed the top of her head again as he then started to refocus onto at hand the fight.

raven flame

 

[The Regal Rper]

Dark☆Star, Kensei Goki & Dr.Macson
_{A colllab between Rage Black Jade & The Regal Rper} ​

Once Kensei had taken his large steps into the ring, the battle had technically already begun. But if Dark☆Star had noticed, she clearly didn't give her opponent any of her well deserved attention. Bobbing her head to the music she'd been playing since she reached the center, the girl tapped her foot to the beats nonchalantly as Kensei made his leap below. And as he landed, the Weapon studied him.

He's ripped was her first thought. It was pretty hard to miss when the guy had several buttons open, abs free for anyone to sneak a peek. Unsurprisingly enough, Dark☆Star found the young fellow's toned physique to be completely plain and simple. If she hadn't been forced to grow up so quickly and put through such rigid training of her own, not to mention her own issues with her father at the time, she highly doubted she wouldn't mind staring just a bit longer... in another world.

But that wasn't important. What was, was this fight. Stretching limbs, and loosening up muscles Dark☆Star continued to listen to her music as she loosened her body for this fight. When Kensei finally looked like he was ready, she spoke in a tone that could've barely been considered audible. "I hope you're ready for this," she spoke softly. Almost sounded like a warning, really. Which in someways, it was.

Kensei, ever eager to get this show started, took his stance. Legs spread in alignment with his hips; one foot ahead of the other, right arm outstretched, left arm pulled in. One hand ready to block, his right outward palm facing him- knuckles facing his opponent. But even with the great difference in their heights and the possibility that he was far superior in strength, Kensei still gave Dark☆Star a friendly grin before he stated "Well? Come at me then."

Dark☆Star took a deep breath, exhaled, then leaving her earphones in allowed the music to completely consume her. With the beat drop her eyes flashed, and before Kensei knew it the girl fully complied with his request, rushing at him with incredible speed. The giant made an attempt to strike, but before his blow could even reach her, Dark☆Star had jerked her body out of the way and was now running in a completely erratic and unpredictable fashion. Her pace increasing even when she seemed to appear briefly a single side step with a strong kick off ground and flip would take her away once more.

Kensei's eye widened slightly. Leave it to an elite to show you how its done. The girl was fast....Very fast. He wouldn't be able to tell where she was. He'd heard of this move before, Speed Star or something like that. At this rate he wouldn't be able to keep up with her- the way she turned, jumped over him, circled then just seemed to repeat it differently. The environment was her playground and he needed a way to stop her.

Then the tension seemed to change. Feeling her speed up more and more was confusing, distracting almost so he instead of paying attention to where she was he got prepared to be attacked and began to wait. If she was going to attack first then it was no doubt she had something planned in ending this fight by tension and maybe if he made a beginner's mistake some changes in movements, but he wouldn't let her.

Dark☆Star however had other plans, slipping behind him she raised her body up, hand prepped- wavelength and signs of static coursing through it, ready to do her father's signature move. Kensei on the other hand smiled before he dropped his stance only slightly. Leaving his body language lax in order to tempt Dark☆Star into attaking him even further. She could get the first attack but he was going to get the second.

Dark☆Star's eyes flashed a strange blue shade as the star pupils of her eyes appeared and dilated. It was something natural for her. It was a normal reaction to a serious action. It appeared much more often than her father's, and it only meant one thing. A boost. A rush. Adrenaline. Along with the quick flash, came a boost in power, of which she was easily used to by now. Wasting not the opportunity Kensei had so foolishly given her she quickly attacked, aiming for his back she slammed her palm and wavelength into Kensei's spine, then quickly distanced herself ready for yet another strike

The pain Kensei felt, came off more as a surprise if anything else. His skin was thick, small time attacks like this were meaningless, but that was where he'd made the mistake. He'd assumed the attack was normal. Pain ran through his lower back as Dark☆Star used her soul wavelength to it's full extent. The Black☆Star Big Wave, daughter edition was a good attack . The cherry on top was the sudden knee to the jaw. But if this girl thought she'd land more than two strikes on him with him just standing there, she was wrong. As Dark☆Star floated through the air after her attack, that was when Kensei began his own. He slammed his fist right into her upper back as the hit from her knee propelled him backwards, swinging with his right. The effect lifted her slightly and the girl managed to only slightly wince, either way it was perfect. Slamming his fall back foot on the ground and lurching forward thanks to the aid of gravity and his previous hit, Kensei cocked his right over his head to slam it directly into the girl's stomach which sent her crashing to the tile designed ground....hard, a loud smack met his ears and by extension permeated through the room.

If Dark☆Star wanted to swear she didn't show it. This was nothing. Nothing compared to training with her father. A back flip or two to increase distance, fix her earphones, and she decided to ease the strong love taps coursing through her body with a slight stretch. Honestly, right now she felt ashamed for many reasons: One, for letting her guard down. And two, for thinking she could end the fight with just one attack. She had the mentality that she was fighting someone basic-- a 'normal' person, like that guy over there who was a part of the stands and decided gaping was the best reaction that she'd received such a hit.

Guess its time to start acting like she was 'fighting' with her father.

She took in a deep breath then sighed. Lifting her hands up and placing the hood over her head once more, Dark☆Star shook her head at a thought that popped into her mind. . "Dad would be so disappointed." she muttered to herself. She looked up at the man, and when she did Kensei noticed almost immediately...something had changed. She was about to go into, what her father liked to call, "Assassination Mode."

It was originally something her father made, that she adapted. It required focus and to that, her hand slipped into the pocket of her coat and a silent tap shut off the music travelling into her ears. With that, her focus was now fully devoted on Kensei. And with that, the Weapon took a slow step towards her target.

Instincts kick in. Instincts told him that things were going to spice up and voices were screaming that this was going to be worth him actually getting serious. Things were finally picking up, Kensei thought with a grin. Her presence had a noticeable change in the fact she seemed to let out waves of killer intent but she must really look down on him if she thought he would be fazed by her level of 'pressure' then she had some high standards for herself. No matter, a hit was a hit after all.

Returning to his stance, Kensei inched forward, meeting Dark☆Star a quarter of the way. Prepared to fight as if he had to kill, because from what he felt she was undoubtedly trying to do the same.

Step by step Dark☆Star made her way towards Kensei, by the time the girl was a foot away, Kensei launched an attack to counter. As the strike came, Dark☆Star's momentum quickened. Her footing shifted, her body tilted to the side as she leaned forward and Kensei's fist flew past her cheek and just managed a simple scratch. Kensei stumbled, they were too close and she was closing in fast. From the corner of his eye he saw her hand, and as their gap closed he could feel the imposing threat her soul released. It was brief, but he was sure of it...anger.

That momentary freeze was exactly what she needed. Her finger jabbed Kensei's chest doing nothing for more than a second, then suddenly Kensei felt pain rack through his body as she used her soul wavelength to deal heavy damage towards him. The shock forced him to begin to teeter to a point where he'd need to rely on bracing with his knees for support but at the same time he took note of how winded she must be.

With that opening, Dark☆Star distanced herself for rest. Using her wavelength like that would be tiring. Taxing. She couldn't do this forever. Most of her physical attacks weren't really doing anything to this guy . . . What was he made of anyway, steel? But any further thought was distracted when she heard what he said next, "Guess I'm going to go all out, now." The comment made her stop.

This was a bluff. But Kensei's next action made it seem as though, that may not have been so. With a grunt and sudden rush she hadn't expected, the giant that towered her, threw a barrage of strikes in her direction. Dark☆Star had to admit, whatever this guy was going off of was impressive. She could try to block, but then she might fracture a bone. She could strengthen it by adding some weapon foliage, but then again, she hated having to resort to using something unless her opponent was using something similar. Well, as her father always said, if you can't find a way out . . . You make your own.

Hair zipped behind he,r rattling like a chain and with sickle implanted in the ground, Dark☆Star barely managed to avoid a fatal strike as she yanked herself back, causing her to barely catch her footing in the process. Kensei seeing his opportunity missed increased the strength and swing of his fist then at the last second he crouched forward slammed his fist -now open palm- into the ground and leaped straight towards her. Dark☆Star never saw that fist coming till it was a second too late.

The pain of hitting metal and the sting that came from it meant nothing to Kensei as he plowed into her surprisingly quick defense. Dark☆Star's yelp went unheard as Kensei practically forced all his energy into that shot and sent her almost skipping on her feet towards the doctor's desk.

Luckily for Dark☆Star that painful strike against wood never came. She was caught by her instructor and let down gently. Although somewhat dazed, the Dr. was glad to see she was snapping out of it. Kensei on the other hand merely rubbed the back of his head apologetically at having gotten too carried away.

"Heh sorry...about that sir."

Dr. Macson merely shook his head, just glad that no one was seriously injured. Perhaps it was a mistake to let them continue when he saw things getting serious. Looking at the time the doctor saw that they only had five minutes or so left. With a sigh, he rose. "Alright class I believe we'll end class a bit--"

"You fucking asshole!" Dark☆Star's voice yelled with renewed strength. Dr. Macson glanced her direction and merely cocked a brow as he saw her glaring at Kensei's direction. "Do you have any idea how much this costs?! Damnit! Dad's gonna fucking kill me!" She complained, her voice dwindling away to nothing more than a quiet, but angry mutter.

Not too far away, laying next to her. The shattered remains of her phone screen.

Simply deciding that this was more of an issue he'd prefer to stay out of, Dr. Macson turned his attention to the clock and read it carefully, after a few seconds of silence he clapped his hands and said. "Class dismissed. Conor, Maya, and anyone else interested may stay as I have an assignment I'd like to give student's willing to join. Go on now. You may leave." And no sooner had the professor said that did the school bell ring with a ding.

Students began to file out of the Full Moon class. Some heading down the hall to the lower levels, other's prepping for their next class in the following hour or so. Needless to say, the class was virtually bereft of all outsiders within a matter of minutes. Dr. Macson carefully studied, Dark☆Star's hits. The girl was lucky. If she didn't have such a tough body and if it weren't for her metal plating her phone would be the last thing she'd need to be worrying about.

"As for you." Dr. Macson stated, his attention now on Kensei. "I expect you to pay more attention in a fight instead of assuming you have the durability to withstand every strike. Now then, who's interested in joining?"

Ariel @Gem GrieveWriter Sir Les Paul

 

[Black Jade]

《《The Beast》》​

☆☆☆☆☆

Dark☆Star was definitely not in the brightest mood. Not only had she almost lost to this big, green headed, cabbage looking buffoon, but she also had her phone broken. It took her almost a month of convincing her dad to let her even posses something of the nature, and he only let her have one when she dared to him that she could land a punch on him. Of which, she did, right across the face.

Who knew what he'd put her through, not only because she broke it, but because she let it be broken. She could have easily prevented it, but she was just not paying attention. God damned Karma, it sure is a bitch.

She walked up to Kensei, glaring with her eyes squinted. "I really do hope you plan on fixing this." She spoke, "Either you fix it, or you get me a new one. It's your call Pickle Head." She had no idea where the nickname came from, but it was more than slightly catchy, so it was staying. That's when she turned back to her teacher, nodding slightly. Of course she'd stay, it'd give her extra time before her father would find out about what happened to the cellular device.

And till he got revenge for the punch she gave him back then. The bad thing about having Black☆Star as a parent . . . he didn't hodl back on punishments, nor did he show any restraint towards revenge.
​

The Regal Rper
Rage

 

[GrieveWriter]

"Finally," Zylon stretched and stood from her chair as class was dismissed. Stuffing her hads into her pockets she leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she began walking towards the door before gesturing back to Rodney "Come on big guy, let's go see if I can talk another rook into swallowing a rock."

However, her progress was halted as she suddenly felt a large hand grab the top of her head and lift her unceremoniously into the air. Her eyes opened in only mild annoyance as Rodney waved his other hand towards Dr. Macson "Oooh, oooh teacher teacher!" he called out with another blindingly bright smile as he hopped one foot to the other "We volunteer! Yes we do! We'll help on whatever thingie ya need!"

"Oi, the hell are you doing big guy?" the DJ questioned while still dangling from his grip "I'm not exactly keen on wasting my time for things."

"But Zy-Zy," Rodney closed his eyes and held up a fist which was trembling with surety "volunteer service for a teacher is one of the most bestest ways of entering the promised land of good graces! A foundation which will lead to the golden temple of friendship!!!"

He spun dramatically as light seemed to shine down upon him from nowhere, his free hand now pointing towards the classmates who also appeared willing to assist "Furthermore, many bond over work shared with others. And with all these possible acquaintances gathered, how could any sane friend maker resist? What sane individual could sully themselves by indulging in such ostentatious madness!?!"

Zylon raised an eyebrow as a literal choir of voices rose up from the ether to provide the background music for the glutton's proclamation.

"We as friendly fellows must not only participate in this quest, but embody the true nature of friendliness itself!" the large boy declared, every gesture he made perfectly synced up with the choirs now overwhelming vocals.

"Okay dude, calm down." Zylon tried saying as she gestured for him to settle himself "I think the conductor's about to sprain a wrist."

"And so!" Rodney pulled the unimpressed DJ close before pointing to the heavens "We shall accept any demand you issue forth, my dear instructor of the arts of quarrel!"

With that the damned choir cut off and the strange lights disappeared, and Rodney coughed into his hand before releasing his partner at his side and twiddling his thumbs in anticipation "I mean, if'n ya got any need for little ol' us that is."

Zylon simply shrugged and folded her arms before leaning against him, "Eh, dissuading you would be too much of a hassle, I guess I'm in too...or whatever. Got nothing else to do anyway, makin' some stupid git swallow a rock can only entertain for so long on its own."

The Regal Rper Rage Black Jade Sir Les Paul Ariel

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Conor was not impressed...​

...by the fight between Kensei and Dark☆Star. It was, quite plainly, far less technical than his own. He knew very little of the two in front of him. Although, he did know more about them than he did Maya. It was hard to miss any '☆Star' or a werebeast hybrid. Between the two, it was likely Kensei that kept this fight from being quite as technical. His sheer brute and lack of an actual fighting style--as it appeared--made Dark☆Star adapt. In doing so, the fight became a sheer display of offense.

Conor was primarily a defensive fighter. An opportunistic fighter.

Even when the two became more serious, the only thing he took note of is the shift Dark☆Star had. He could feel a drastic difference in her. Knowing her lineage, he wondered just how deep that difference ran. Did it affect her Wavelength? She did seem to gain some strength and agility from it. Could he understand and apply that to himself? He would likely have to spar with her or at the very least train with her to figure it out. There was so much he didn't know--and a lot of it wasn't wrote down. Conor wanted to understand and apply everything he could that didn't deal with weapons. It's the only way he could fight.

As for the ending of the fight, Conor found it as anti-climatic as the rest of the fight. It was very much the same as his own fight, albeit he stopped himself where Kensei wouldn't. In all reality, the fights were very similar. The victory was achieved by an opening created by frustrating the opponent. Both he and Kensei had to take at least one strike to get in close, but again, Conor took far less damage.

But, it was all over and Conor was called down yet again.

He packed his things, slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way down to the center. As he passed Maya, he drummed his fingers on her desk and murmured, "C'mon, cute-stuff."

Conor found himself in the center of the class where Dark☆Star was apparently claiming Kensei had to fix something... which left Conor wondering if she was just being theatrical or if she knew something about Kensei he didn't. Was the large man secretly a tech savant? Surely not; but, stranger things had happened.

"Yo Star," Conor said once she finished her rant. "You should show me a thing or two after class," he added once or even if he got her attention.

Ariel The Regal Rper Rage Black Jade

 

[Rage]

Kensei Goki

As Kensei slowly began to calm down from the fight and relax completely, seeing Dr.Macson interfere and give him advice on what he could improve. He thought about it for a second, 'Pay more attention. Alright.' he agreed that he needed to get better, "Dr. Macson, i'll be joining this...thing that is going on." His attention was then suddenly drawn to Darkstar's yelling as she was angry cause of her...phone? He didn't know why she seemed to care so much but it must something with her parents as he heard her whisper that her father bout her father getting mad that it had be destroyer.


Darkstar then walked up to him with a look that told anyone that could tell she meant business, she then proceed to ask if he had any plan to fix with the situation regarding her phone whatsoever. "Ugh.......I'll get you a new one......maybe even two." Kensei has worked alot of jobs (Still has a few) over the city despite being 16 but he has been working since he was 8 years old plus he didn't really spend his money on things that 'pleasures' which most people have so he had a Ton of money to spend on whatever.

Hearing the sudden interruption of Conor asking if he could teach her a thing or two bout how she fight. Kensei could have asked but he felt that she would have said "NO!" and Slapped him through the wall, he however did ask. "Oh, Would it be alright if you and me....maybe team up?....Good God, now i understand why weapons don't want to team up with me. I sounded like a complete scumbag" He slapped his head and let out a laughed at just how stupid he sound when he asked Darkstar to be his partner. He saw Conor and Maya before he said "Greetings, you know what is going on Mister Hoodie guy that fights with his fist really well and Miss Japanese styled robed girl with a finely crafter and very easy to wield in my opinion sword?"

Black Jade Sir Les Paul Ariel The Regal Rper

 

[Black Jade]

《《The Beast》》​

☆☆☆☆☆

Dark☆Star herd her name being called from a familiar voice, not too far from her, she turned to see the dark haired male, Conor O'Neill, walking ever so closer to her. He had asked for her to show her some of her tricks, her fighting styles maybe. She had just fought, not only that but she had used a few moves that she'd never used before, well, against normal people. Her father, yes. But then again, her father was her father.

She turned to him, her blue eyes flashing as she stared him down. But before she could, the green haired guy responded, and she blinked upon the offer to be her partner. She sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not exactly sure what the hell you two want me to teach you, but I can try. As for you . . " she turned to Kensei.

"Loosen up." She lifted her finger, presssing it to his chest, but did not do her soul wave-length attack. Instead, she slightly poked him. "You're too slow . . . Brute force won't always work. And as for your offer . . . I refuse." With that, she turned around, hands in her jean pockets as she glanced at her teacher. "And maybe, next time, try to get to know someone before you ask a question like that. It's like springing up a date on a random person that you've never met before . . ."

"Now, hey teach." she said, walking towards him, "What exactly have you called us all here fore anyways? An Extra Credit Assignment?" She was curious after all, she needed to know what she was spending her time on, except for the fact that she was hiding from her parents . . . .
​

The Regal Rper
Rage
Ariel
Sir Les Paul

 

[Ariel]

Maya Devereux

Location : Classroom
Mood : Anxious; Curious
Interaction : Conor, Dark☆Star, Kensei, Mr. Macson

Maya nodded somberly when Mr. Macson gave them the verdict on their fighting. The whole purpose of being here was to learn but she hadn't expected to have been thrown off guard like that. Most of the time, fighting with people you didn't have to win against was dull, there was no motive and usually it ended just as well. This fight was... different, anyway. It made Maya think whereas most things passed right over her little head. So when Maya returned to her seat and the next spar began, she hardly paid attention. Her eyes glazed over with that familiar sheen that said while her eyes lazily moved over the two in front of her, her mind was elsewhere and she truly didn't see, as a blind person might look. For some reason her thoughts trailed back to years before, when she felt helpless and had to start from the beginning, when she'd never fought a day in her life but this meager little girl awkwardly swung a practice sword around until her hands were covered in blisters. How far she had come and how far she had to go.

She cupped her chin in her hand and didn't even really move until the second spar had been over for a good couple minutes, not until Mr. Macson mentioned her name and even then her expression didn't change, not until the soft thrum of fingers on the hard surface in front of her brought her gaze down and then back up to see Conor's face. Again with that term, which made her avert her eyes awkwardly, better focused on her sandaled feet and pretend like he didn't even say it and might have instead used her name. Only he didn't and Maya still rose obediently to follow him to the front, not really sure why, it was just something she did. Anyone could probably command her and if she wasn't entirely aware, she'd probably obey like a pup. Still, she was a bit curious about Conor and would have been lying if she said she didn't actually want to go if it meant the opportunity to learn about him. That is if she even gathered the courage to speak.

Maya remained silent as ever, even when others approached. When the tall, green haired student spoke to the two of them, she couldn't help but note it was the second time within a couple minutes that somebody didn't use her name but some nickname that might have been considered insulting, although if it was, Maya didn't care too much. It was the second time again someone mentioned her clothing and she absently looked down, wondering what was so wrong about it. If anything it was more or less a solid colored, knee-length dress. She wasn't wearing a full kimono or anything. As for her sword... Maya's nose twitched... wrinkled rather... the only indication she'd make if something upset her and she wasn't sure if he was complimenting her sword or insulting her skill with it. At one point she would have definitely disagreed with that statement. When she first picked up the sword, she despised it. It was an excuse at the time, a front, something she only picked up for reasons that were never her own. She had hoped at one point that coming to DWMA would help her find her own reasons.

"I'm not sure..." Maya said in a murmur to Kensei, almost apologetically as if it was her fault personally for not being able to give him an answer. Her golden eyes were fixated on the ground.

Sir Les Paul Black Jade Rage The Regal Rper

 

[The Regal Rper]

Dr.Macson & ???
Location: Full Moon Class

Two things kept one student from getting up and leaving as soon as he'd heard the first bell sound: One, this proposition the doctor was offering. Two, the strange background noise he could clearly hear despite him being almost at the end of the classroom's circumference. If Quinless' seemingly Shakespearin' display didn't slightly disturb this increasingly bored student from what could be assumed was his 'nap' at first glance, then it certainly did gain a minuscule amount of his attention when that blasted choir joined in. Tilting his head up only slightly from where it lay, no name peered through his glasses with mundane interest at the spectacle before him. It even made him wonder why exactly this class only seemed to get remotely entertaining when a class session always ended. Although if anything else, no name had to admit, tubby over there was really milking it with that spotlight.

When the voices were cut and tubby's band of avid compatriots dispersed no name turned his eyes on the student who'd been working the device begin to hastily leave for her whatever. His eyes stayed fixed on it for a couple more seconds before he turned his attention back to the doctor with a crack forming just barely on his lips. Wonder where can I get myself one of those things anyway?

Spotlight's aside, Dr. Macson couldn't say he wasn't amused to see such enthusiasm coming from yet another student and was glad to see so many interested. It filled him with a sense of satisfaction. "Enthusiastic as ever I see." Dr. Macson said with a warm smile. It always did him well to see his students engaging wholeheartedly in activities he assigned. It made him feel like he was actually doing his job pretty darn right. Plus it just opened up more opportunities for him and for them. Contentment aside, he had a job to do and a task to assign.

Doing a head count, of the students in front of him, then adding the one on the other side of the room Dr. Macson counted at least 6-7 people here. Right away he knew this would be too much. For this assignment he didn't want anything being ruined on his watch and he certainly didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork he would have to sign if things did get wrecked in the process, but then again-- the results justified above all others. It was a slight confliction, but nothing he couldn't simply overlook if it came down to it. Since it seems we have more than I expected I'll need to cut down on those participating. .

His thoughts were interrupted by Dark☆Star voicing her question.A question that only prompted his smile to return. "I'm glad you asked." Stepping back onto the dais, the lectern moved over to his desk, pulled a drawer then began rummaging through the files with quick fingers. Once he'd found the two he wanted, he pulled them out, removed them from their covers so only the clear folder was visible then threw them on the floor and let gravity do the rest.

Both files slapped oak wood floorboards with a loud smack. Their contents slipping out from beneath the folder as it slid towards the edge pushing one or two things forward for all to see before coming to a slow and steady stop. Paper clipped to the strewn out papers, were two pictures.

One a sweet smiling, hot pink haired girl. The other, a dull poker faced long-pony tailed male. The silence that filled the room was broken with the sound of footsteps moving forward for those interested in what was to come. No name, was the first to reach the pile.

Adjusting his glasses and squatting over the images, no name stared at the two individuals then looked at the names they were both clipped to. "Mina Saito and Kasper Strauss? What about them?"

Dr.Macson couldn't help but chuckle and grin. "These are two of my students in this class. They were supposed to be here today but skipped out again."

"Again," no name said curtly. "What about them?" There was a sense of agitation in his voice, but if Dr. Macson was even remotely affected by the young man's demeanor it hardly showed as his grin stayed live.

"Conor, Maya, Kensei, and Dark☆Star. I advise you two to avoid engaging in this immediately for now and simply watch. I don't mean you can't participate but this particular task is something I want everyone to be a part of even if you don't play an active role, you'll play one by simply watching how things go. Rodney and Zylon, you two are free to engage actively if you want in this. I--"

"Excuse me, sir." The bespectacled young man interjected from below. Dr.Macson merely looked down at no name. No name proceeded point to the pictures. "What. About. Them?"

The doctor merely rolled his eyes then fixed his attention on the impatient fellow. "Taz. I want you all to find them--"

"Mhmmmm" Taz hummed with interest.

"Be mindful of your environment--"

Taz inched closer. "MHMMM..."

"And attack them without hesitation." Dr. Macson finished, pushing the young man out of his personal space.

An awkward silence filled the room. Dr. Macson however knew that this would be the result but still seeing it personally filled him with a hidden sense of delight. It was always funny to surprise students in the most strangest of ways.

"That is all. If you have any questions or objections, ask them now"

Taz, raised his hand. "So... let me just-- you just want us to go up to these two and blatantly attack them for some kinda grudge?"

Dr.Macson chuckled. "If that's what you think, then yes."

Another silence, broken soon by a loud clap. "Well then. I'm in." Taz said nonchalantly. "Anyone else? Star, cyclops, shorty, tubby, chick# 1, chick# 2 in the hot dress, anyone?" Each question met with each step back, till he was slowly passing each person he addressed.

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[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Conor was mildly disappointed...​

...with the prospect of an observational 'study' if you will. He was already somewhat put off by the advice Macson gave him: improve his stance and don't rely on his verbose tactics. Conor picked his tactics specifically for the assignment. He felt it was obvious that there would be no point in trying to talk down a feral beast, for example. Witches, Monsters--whatever. Each opponent needed to be understood and adapted to. Be 'formless', he continued to think. It was what Bruce Lee said. And, it made the advice he got from Macson feel worthless.

As for his stance, it may need improvement, but he didn't want to give away what he was doing to Maya, either. He could stand to see where this advice was useful, but really, what student 'didn't' need to improve their stance? No one, even the most gifted prodigy, couldn't stand to reiterate the basics a thousand more times. No one 'wouldn't benefit from more training. All-in-all, Conor felt like he was shorted some. Not to mention, the class ended before Macson could even lecture about proper approach. As Conor saw it, a wasted class period.

Now, Macson wanted them to follow this theatrical entity know as Taz? To what? Basically, watch him fight two other students. If this endeavor was anything like the class period, it would be remedial at best and serve Conor no purpose. For a moment, he honestly considered just returning to his specific dojo for some personalized training. Honestly, he was already eating into his personal reserves for social interaction. Better sense came to him, however, in that Macson did select the four specifically. The chance that it was worth his while kept him from leaving.

Conor nodded and stepped forward. He gently pushed Maya on the back to guide her towards Taz. Not really for his own sake, but as he noticed she was awkwardly responding to Kensei. He was silently trying to save her the awkward interaction while appearing to be focused on the instructions of their teacher.

Once he finished, however, Conor allowed his attention to fall back on Dark☆Star. "There is only one thing I saw that interested me. When you became serious, everything about you shifted. I was too far away to sense, but I would speculate you even honed your Wavelength. Given just who you are, Star, I'm guessing that's a little more advanced than most Meister techniques--and you're a weapon. I want you to show me that... even if you have to use it on me," he explained to her. He was completely serious. He then looked back over to Macson before adding on, "After this assignment, of course."

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[Black Jade]

《《The Beast》》​

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This wasn't the first time Dark☆Star had been asked to train someone. In fact, it had happened so many times she had lost count. However, no one was able to ever complete her vigorous training process. Most gave up on the first day infact, and god forbid Black☆Star would want to help. Sometimes, Dark☆Star herself felt sort of bad.

She nodded at him, "It'll be a hard procedure, I really hope you know that. But hey, if you think you can survive, then who am I to deny such a strong Soul? But I hope you know that it'll be complete and utter hell." She nodded to Conor, admiring his will to get better. She liked that. Who knows, maybe he'd actually pull through.

She then turned to the new arrival, gazing at him for a second with her dark eyes, and then to her teacher. "So you called us all here s we could watch some weird fanatic attack two random people? Please, correct me if I'm wrong. But If I'm not . . . " She placed her hood over her head, gazing back at him. "If it's alright with you, I think I'll pass."
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The Regal Rper
Rage
Ariel
Sir Les Paul

 

[Rage]

Kensei Goki

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Kensei thought it for a couple seconds before he could then grasp the whole situation. He didn't really care, whatever this assignment was going on would be cutting into his personal work which would have usually interrupted the time that he had for one of his jobs but he didn't mind skipping a day. He also said to Maya "I mean no disrespect Miss. Maya, i personally find swords really easy to use." Suddenly a no name student joined in but Kensei knew who is was. Taz, someone who he had shared a couple classes together.

Kensei then saw the pictures of two students, Mina Saito and Kasper Strauss...... He meet them a while, Kasper almost pissed him off a while ago but he wasn't going to fight. Hearing what was going on with the whole assignment, Kensei had a very angry face then said " I'm not to going through this bullshit, who the hell do you think i am. I'm a warrior, not the type to watch a damn fight against a miester and her weapon vs him if i don't get to fight."

Kensei hated wasting his time watching, as he turned his back to Dr. Macson and the group before he walked towards the door. Raising his right foot as he was in front of the door but then slammed it into the door which blasted it completely off it's hinges. Kensei walked over the door as he left, his heavy footstep were heard as he walked away from this with a pissed off look on his face.

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[Ariel]

Maya Devereux

Location : Classroom
Mood : Anxious; Curious
Interaction : Conor, Taz, Kensei, Dark☆Star(Mentions)

Maya watched quietly as one after the other declined going on this "assignment". Frankly, it seemed the same as what had happened in the classroom. Watch someone fight. Fight. It was all the same really. The only difference is they didn't have to do this and that they'd be going somewhere else to do it. Maya might have declined had she anything better to do. Friends did not come in abundance and her free time was usually spent training or staring off into space, nothing that would logically take priority over doing something just as rudimentary. The only true difference was is that while one option could be spent doing things by herself, the other would involve being around other people and possibly interacting with them. Usually Maya would pick the first option, opting to go off by herself. For whatever reason today she did not feel much like being alone. Perhaps it was being thrown off. It would take a little longer for her to get back on her little lonely track.

The feeling of force upon her back made her stumble forward and keep moving walking on her own accord. She tilted her head back to see that Conor had nudged her forward for a reason she wasn't sure toward the male who had strode into the room like he owned the place and immediately taken action on their little assignment. Her eyes slid over Kensei, guilt in her eyes for suddenly just moving away, and then back forward, a little too late and she nearly stumbled over her sandals and fell upon Taz if not for catching herself and instead accidentally stepping lightly on Conor's foot.
"Oops, I... I didn't mean to..." She said hastily, waving her hands in front of her and squeezing her eyes shut, before bolting away from him and took a stance a little apart from the small group that actually seemed to be going. She wondered if Conor would decide to bail too and if that would leave her alone with this strange student. Probably not, hopefully not. Either way, she'd probably have to talk to somebody and it made her wonder if she regretted her unspoken decision to come along as well.

A part of Maya wished Kensei and DarkStar had decided to go too. Kensei, albeit a bit large and big seemed pretty gentle and DarkStar was less likely to strike up a conversation if not one that Maya would be comfortable with. Conor however had made her face warm with a few words and she knew nothing about this assertive student set out to fight a weapon and a meister. Silently she wished one day she might find a weapon of her own. Knowing her it would probably be pretty difficult to find somebody compatible with her. Her eyes trailed over to Conor and wondered if she never found a weapon that if she would ever be able to learn how to fight like he could, with just his hands. Time could only tell.

Maya hadn't even realized that Kensei had left until the sound of the door rattling and tearing off its hinges made her leap a good foot in the air. Too bad. It was a good door. It served its purpose. Maya couldn't help but think how easy inanimate objects had it, existing only for one purpose and serving that purpose since the day they were created. Would Maya ever find her purpose and would she be able to fulfill it?

"I'll go."

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[GrieveWriter]

Rodney & Zylon
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"That's it?" Zylon asked nonchalantly as she leaned over the desk and looked over the pictures a bit before turning away in disinterest "Well Rod, since we can just watch we won't have to-"

"Find them, attack without hesitation! Got it Sir!"

The DJ blinked as she glanced to her moister, who had pulled a notepad from his head wrap and was furiously writing down their miniscule instructions. Rodney finished, tapped his pen to his lip for a moment then gave another bright smile before stuffing it into his pocket with the pad.

"Let me guess..." she began with a sigh

"I have so many many friends, professor, and these two ain't much for subtlety if the way they dress don't say nothin'. We'll find em no problem, then have a friendly brawl with 'em!"

"A friendly brawl?" Zylon snickered at that "Usually when I'm trying to kill something, I don't consider the fight very friendly."

"But that's just it, buddy o' mine, we're not killing anyone, we're just fighting like we're going to kill them." as he spoke, the glutton pulled out a thick leg of mutton before and began chewing through it "Then afterwards I'll buy us all root beer floats!"

"Seriously?"

"Yepidoodles!"

The DJ rolled her eyes and smirked "I guess the beer at the end will make this thing worth it."

Rodney hopped to and fro in joy before turning on Maya, Conor, and Taz "Looks like we'll be working together, friends! Let's go find those hooligans and give 'em what for!"

"I'll just tell all of you right now that I am reserving the right to not be helpful at all during this little task thing." Zylon said with a yawn as she leaned against Rodney's large frame and folded her arms "Don't want any misunderstandings later on or anything."

"And I'm reserving the right to be as supportive as I can be! Working together with the power of friendship at our fingertips, it'll be as simple as slapping' a salamander!" Rodney raised a fist in determined joy before chomping down on another thick piece of his mutton leg.

"Slapping a wha-?"

"I don't think I've met you friends before." Rodney scratched his head in confusion "So many new pals are currently walkin' around that I'll have to get acquainted with after this, oh well."

he shrugged and swallowed the rest of the mutton leg whole before patting his stomach "Ahh" he sighed in delight before smiling brightly and jerking a thumb towards himself "My name's Rodney and this is my weapon -and bestest friend- Zylon!"

"Don't think bestest is a word, big guy." Zylon stretched and grinned at their classmates "Sup? I guess we'll be taking on some pink chick and an edgelord together so...huzzah or whatever."

"Huzzah!"

"A-plus on the enthusiasm there Roddy-boy."


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[raven flame]

Winter watched the fight with great interest between dark star and kensei as she watched she saw him get hit pretty hard causing her to flinch, when he throw dark star at Dr.Marco desk the teacher caught her and set her down saying class was over and for those interested in the cases could stay, "kensei what's going on?" She asked softly to the larger boy who she barley stood up to his chest, as she asked she wondered what was in the files as she had not heard what the teacher had said, she yelped in pain as a sharp ringing could be heard in her ears, as she looked up she saw kensei leaving and ran to catch up with him stumbling as she went the ringing slowly fading,

As she caught up with him "what's wrong?, why are you so mad kensei?" She asked in worry calming down and returning to her normally calm and quite self.as she looked at where they where going so as to remember the way
Rage

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

Her eyes followed the shinigami's every move. She observed his stance, posture, and his overall persona. She couldn't see his soul, but she knew why. She could feel it, surrounding her as it did its job of protecting meisters, weapons, and all of Death City-which she had expected to be renamed Symmetry Square or something of the sort by now. It put her at ease. Well, as much ease that someone like herself could allow.

Morgenstern had been standing quietly the whole time that Lord Symmetry had been speaking. She was listening for the most part, but she couldn't help but slip into her own thoughts. As she did, a black look rested upon her features, and she stared off at a wall.

She failed to realize that, as she thought and fell into her thoughts more and more, her expression changed. Her eyes widened with realization, and she visibly went limp as realization hit her.

Holy shit. I'm going to France. She thought to herself. I can't go to France. That's where Ares lives. I haven't seen him in years... Not since the accident.

As she thought to herself, her body began to react as well. Her body started trembling, hand twitching as it came up to rest on her face, where her scar lay hidden under many layers of makeup.

"I'm very sorry, Shinigami-Sama. I'm suddenly not feeling too well. I'm going to excuse myself to prevent any embarrassment befalling me...... Oh, I'm about to pass out."

With that, she turned and sprinted off. She was still shaking, and her stride was odd as she did. It would seem as if she was about to collapse where she stood. And in all honesty, she was.

She burst from the Death Room, hyperventilating and head spinning. She was dizzy and couldn't breathe. Tears clouded her vision, and she became overwhelmed.

There was a responding thump as she fell to her knees, the bottom of her jacket pooling around her as she gripped her hair, eyes darting around. This was too much for her. She couldn't possibly do this.

She heard footsteps, so she made an attempt to stand up. She failed in doing so, meaning that she fell against the wall and slid down it, bringing her knees to her chest and curling up into a ball, hoping nobody would find her.

Hoping nobody would see her being a coward.

"You're useless. A failure to all meisters. You disappoint me." Her grandfather's voice rang in her hand, a hallucination. An inner demon that took his voice and used it to weaken her.

"No."She said. "Don't be disappointed in me, grandfather. I tried. I really...really...tried."

With that, she proceeded to decline, eventually falling unconscious,, laying there on the academy floor. ​

 

[The Regal Rper]

• Death Room
• Full Moon Class

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  Lord Symmetry

  
  Lord Symmetry hadn't said a word throughout his observation of Stein's features. With Kiara's approval of understanding he had simply been waiting once he was done speaking to see her response. It goes without saying he was a little disappointed that things had inevitably led to this predicted outcome. Seeing the slow but gradual transition from understanding to complete shock followed by her turmoil had been expected. He just hadn't expected it to be this bad.
  
  The inner conflict bubbling within Morgen ran deep. Perhaps he should have listened to Liz when she'd advised against this idea earlier this morning, but back then he'd been so sure. Sure that Morgen would be able to overcome this somehow if she was able to accept this mission and go to France.
  
  Sadly it seemed her inner wounds ran deeper than he'd even begun to imagine. The moment the door had loudly slammed shut with Stein's quick escape a loud sigh filled the room between Lord Symmetry and his daughter. The deity's sigh said it all; exhaustion, disappointment, and possibly- guilt.
  
  Perhaps I shouldn't have called her in after all... for a while, only ticking filled the silence of the room. Symmetry made no comments or remarks on Stein's sudden hasty retreat. Nor did he tell Second to stop her. In fact if she looked at her father right now she'd simply see his eyes directed on where the girl had previously been standing not too far from her own side.
  
  Several seconds final add up to one minute and after one loud exhale from his nostrils, Kid the First addresses his daughter, "Kiara...go check on Stein. Inform her if she will not take the mission that is perfectly fine. I will find someone to replace her, she needn't worry. Also...stay with her. Do not leave her side till you are sure she is alright. Understood?" The statement was more of a request than an order, but Symmetry's tone made it clear he was talking out of concern. But why that is could be anyone's guess.
  
  "Dismissed." The shinigami finished with finality. Second had her mission, now she just had one more chore added on to it.
  

  
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  Dr.Macson & Tazmuir V. Klovic

  
  "Impatient as always", was the only thing the doctor's voice said from behind the sound of bolts hitting ground and the distant crash of the mahogany door echoing through the halls with one upset Kensei's feet and a Winter chasing tail. Whatever the case the instructor turned his attention back to everyone else that was still presently there, making note to inform the headmaster they needed better doors.
  
  "I'm glad at least some of you seem excited to join. As for the rest of you, do join, don't join. The choice is up to you. This assignment is more of a prerequisite to a mission that I have been tasked with assigning a group I think is capable of handling it. If you think you're unqualified then feel free to leave. If you're not interested that's fine also, those that are will join. As for what I mean by this particular assignment, I'm not telling you all to go and watch Taz fight like I had some of you watch each other fight today. I'm telling you to watch how he approaches these two students, and after the fight has begun you may feel free to join whenever you please. Or if you'd rather, you can stay out of it and simply watch, whichever is fine with me and ultimately it doesn't change what I'm out to do here either way.
  
  "I know today we didn't do any actual lecturing, but it can be better to experience things first hand instead of only going by the words of an instructor. You can all account for that since being a fighter doesn't mean reading a book and being a master boxer or a skilled marksmen. Besides, if I explained everything to you today half of you would already be asleep." Macson's eyes glanced over Zylon at that statement before he feigned an innocent smile, "Like Miss Zylon was earlier." Dr. Macson finished hints of hard to trace emotion mixed into each word. "I'm glad you aren't a loud snorer. Otherwise," a piece of chalk sailed into the air and dropped back into the professor's waiting hand. "I would've had to mark you absent.""
  
  Rage
  
  
  
  Kensei's outburst did little to gain Taz's attention. Being in the same class with the giant for the first year of his time at DWMA wasn't something one simply forgot when the guy could be so damn rambunctious. Despite this though even as the others began starting small talk, his mind was drawn elsewhere. Seeing so many turn down an entertaining opportunity like this, almost made Taz want to leave and go ahead with the assignment already-- the only problem was he had no idea where these two were. The thought had crossed his mind since the assignment had been mentioned to simply take the pictures and begin asking around, but that would cause suspicion. And if either one ended up bumping into somebody he'd already asked somewhere in the school that would just make them wary of his presence.
  
  That wasn't something he wanted them to know. Not yet. The timing wasn't right, Oh, but it will be soon.
  
  Now that he knew the majority vote, it was all a matter of getting ol' Eugene's attention. Prepared to interrupt Dr.Macson yet again, Taz found himself being interrupted when Rodney's overly cheerful voice reached his ears. Frankly, despite hearing everything Rodney had said only half of what he'd been saying actually stayed in Taz's head and wasn't filtered out as rambling. The part that implied tubby had a way of finding the two the quickest was the most important.
  
  And that part alone made Taz cave. Looks like he'd found a decent ally after all.
  
  A grin that tried to rival Rodney's spread on Taz's face as he moved forward to shake the portly champ with a bandaged hand slipping through the sleeves of his jacket. "Tazmuir, call me Taz" he said loud and clear, gladly taking Rodney's free hand and giving it a firm strong shake while the guy munched on food he just seemed to make appear. "You said you know a way on how to find these two quicker than us running around and showing people their picture?" He asked. And as he did so, Taz released his grip and switched his handshake to a pat on the back, taking a few steps around both the two to increase distance for himself in case the big guy decided to hug him all of a sudden. With his grin fading, Taz turned his attention to the documents and pictures on the ground as he spoke. "'Cause the sooner we find them the sooner I can get to having some real fun." Taz stated as he glanced through the papers.
  
  Little to no information was on them. Nothing of importance really, just the name, general age and their recent test scores, and the classes they were in. Both apparently were a part of the Full Moon class, but if Taz could say he'd ever seen them much then he'd be calling himself a dirty liar. More so if he said he actually cared.
  
  The information on the papers held literally nothing of importance. Its better that way anyway. There's no excitement going into a fight when you know everything about your opponent. Taz thought as adjusted his glasses. Carefully scrutinizing the two as he glanced through their grades and eyed their pictures like Holmes would eye an interesting case.
  
  Seconds of Taz hording all the papers went by before he merely gathered them all into a pile and hastily organized both back into their respective files. Whether they were even in the right place or not wasn't his problem. He had an assignment to get started, and noobs to show the ropes to. "Whenever you're set t-- Rod, Zylon, and anyone else we'll take our leave. Rod, I'll need you to lead the way. But when we get to the place their at leave things to me," he stated. And it in fact was a statement that bordered more on an order.
  
  Sitting in class and doing nothing of real interest was boring. Sitting in class and watching other people fight was worse, but having someone steal his thunder was a crime punishable by death. Now that he had a chance to show off and get something out of it Taz couldn't help but grin as he began making his way towards the ruined door. "And don't worry," he confidently said. "I'll make sure you guys aren't bored when the show gets started."
  
  And with that he was out the door. Only to return and decide waiting for the others to catch up would probably preserve more time.
  
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