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Fantasy Surnaturel Academy

Roth went over towards Yoh and Yu but stayed a bit of a ways from them and leaned against a chair and waited to see if we had another partner or not
 
Hanako waved back at Charlotte, smiling sweetly. She wondered if the mime would be easy to scare, but now was not the time. She had work to do apparently.


"Uh... walls are good, I think. Mortals can't, like, phase through them usually right?"


Hanako wrote down 'build a really big wall' on a piece of paper before thinking.


"Also we could scare them or something. Like... imagine if I scared the leaders of the opposing armies and they wet themselves on national TV. They'd be so embarrassed that they'd run away and never bother us forever."
 
"See, that's a good strategy!" Yumi said, recalling her own incident with the ghost.


"Okay, so that's.... building a wall, and spooking them." she looked over the paper.


"Miss mime, do you have any ideas?" she asked, looking expectantly.
 
Charlotte calmly grabbed a pencil, and in wide, looping script she wrote on the page: "Don't be Germany."


She looked at the other two and shrugged. Historically speaking, it was never a good idea to bet on Germany.
 
Hanako simply looked at Charlotte for a few seconds before nodding.


"That's good. That's really good. If we weren't Germany in the first place, we wouldn't even have to deal with this."


Hanako wrote down 'Scare them until they pee on national television' and 'don't be Germany'. This was looking really good so far. They'd go with not being Germany first, and if the teacher had a problem with it they had a backup plan.


"And I think we're done. We're the first group done, too. We must be the smartest in class!"
 
"I guess now we wait, and... talk" Yumi pondered. She hadn't talked with many people who could answer back.


"What do you two wanna talk about? Sweets? Fluffy things?" she asked, holding up her tail.
 
"..." Peter H. Stone simply observed its surroundings as par the course. Great, the biologicals will talk about highly un-necessary things. No, they couldn't just talk about something superior to them, like rock formations. Peter then began to think about magma. Oh the pressure behind it was simply a wonderful thing. He then thought of stalactites and stalagmites, and their wonders. Peter simply remained motionless, pondering upon things.
 
"Hey Masako, how about the usefulness of rocks and magma in this kind of thing?" Masako gave a light nod to confirm that she agreed it would be plausible, as well as interesting to theorize and useful. "How about this Masako. What if we were to use rocks and magma as some kind of defensive unit on the back and sides? We'd pretty much leave our sides guarded by the indefinitely strong rocks while covering our trails behind with lava as to make passing impossible." H paused before going ahead and deciding once and for all his idea was worth getting the opinion of from Masako.


"Looking at that rock over there" he said, pointing to Peter, "gave me those ideas. Natural resources are by far greater than just simply attempting to annihilate and be annihilated by every kind of interference. Of course, I'd prefer we not be in the war at all, as it's pointless bloodshed." Masako nodded, then shook her head. Kael knew exactly what Masako was telling him with the shaking and nodding of her head, so he decided to think a little bit more on it, but knew something lied within the existence of rocks and lava, which took precedence over humans on the earth.
 
"...!" Peter of course said nothing, as was par for the course. DID I JUST HEAR SOME INFERIOR BIOLOGICAL LIFEFORM SUGGESTING TO USE THE ROCKS TO DEFEND THEIR OWN PATHETIC LIVES!? Peter then thought to Germany, and knew that some of the latest eruptions were long, long ago before the Common Era. But Peter had felt the rage of a thousand suns, if he had heard correctly, the biologicals speak of using rocks as tools, in which the humanoids figured they had control of. It was a laughable delusion of the biologicals.


Peter thought back, to when the rocks did not have to deal with these things, back before the first bacterium was forged. It was a time of glory, one the rocks would need to see again. Peter dearly wished he would see that day come again, or settle for only having to deal with those bacterium as they were tenacious. That's what secured them a place above humanoids, though of course they were still very much inferior to stone.



He continued to sit motionless and observe his surroundings, he found himself caught in a thought, a thought he rather wished he had not thought of. That thought, he made sure to dismiss it, before thinking of sand.
 
Yu wasn't particularly startled when someone teleported to his left and fired off a strangely put together sentence in what could've been taken as a rude manner, intruding upon his personal space with nary an introduction or any kind of courtesy. Of course, Yu wasn't one to make a big deal out of such things, english was a hard language that had taken him much effort to learn and most people were not as proper and courteous as those within the Wulin could be. So he just turned, smiled and nodded. "I don't know about clever but it'd be my pleasure to group with you. My name's Yu, Yu Wenyan. And please, tell your friend to come over".
 
Hanako shrugged before immediately reaching out to grab and play with Yumi's tail again. She'd assumed that the tail thing was an ongoing offer for whenever she wanted, and Hanako meant to take advantage of that fact.


"I haven't had any sweets in about seventy years, but I did used to like them when I was alive. I doubt I'd be able to discuss anything at length, though. Besides," said Hanako, leaning in close to the Kitsune and whispering in her ear, "You just asked the mime if she wanted to talk, and I think that might be racist or something. Before anything, you should probably apologize."
 
Yumi's face lit up as she was told she might be racist.


"Oh no." she stammered.


"I didn't mean it, I, I, I meant like metaphorically don'thateme" the fox spouted, her face contorting into embaressment and despair as she looked towards the mime. A wave of lightheadedness flowed through her from sheer panic, and she swayed dangerously from side to side as she apologized.
 
Charlotte wasn't sure why she was apologizing, but she steadied the other girl and patted her shoulder, cocking an eyebrow at Hanako. Had the ghost said something to upset her? It didn't matter either way, anyways- at the moment she was desperately hoping one of her partners didn't pass out in the middle of class.
 
Cas had somehow fallen asleep and he currently was dreaming about blowing stuff up. Not typical angel dreams, but Castiel was no typical angel. At the moment, he happened to be blowing up Los Angeles, his old home.
 
The bell rung signaling the end of class. Z was gone instantly, on his way out of the school he dropped a letter in Margaret's office informing her of his decision to head back to the Front Lines.


Yoh wasting no time was out of the classroom instantly. Once outside he wondered where Weaponry would be held but then he remembered Weaponry when judged so will be held alongside Abilities and Training. He concluded he's supposed to go there. Yoh then made his way to X's classroom.


X meanwhile had his classroom altered to look like a Colosseum. He was checking black wristbands on a table in front of him. He put one of wristbands and then a katana appeared in his hand. He removed the wristband and the sword disappeared. "Perfect, these things work fine. I like how handy they are." he said to himself. Then students began to arrive, he walked behind the table and waited for the students to assemble in front of the table.
 
Cas sighed and appeared in his next class, Weponry. Great. I don't even use weapons. He sat down in a seat in the large colosseum like classroom. "Magic is much more useful than weapons." He muttered and sank down into his seat.
 
Roth stayed not to far behind Yoh when he left the class room and followed him to the weaponry and started looking around for something of notable size , hr picked up a claymore in each hand and swung them around a bit "not bad but too light and not enough reach." He looked down toward Yoh picking up some katanas and he walked down to him and picked one up and twirled it through his fingers like a pencil " not quite right either , hey Yoh, where are the bigger swords kept, I don't see them on the table, I need something bigger than those small claymores down there, the little wristbands didn't get anything my size."
 
Kael and Masako followed just behind Roth and Yoh on the way to the class. When they got there, Masako immediately looked around to try and find a suitable weapon, since she knew she would have to have one if she were to ever protect herself against something scary while Kael wasn't around. Kael simply stayed with her, not interested in any weapon other than the two rings hanging from his belt, the exception being his fists. "Hey, Masako, I know what you'd do good with. You produced that scythe out of thin air that one time back when you ere eight, didn't you? Let's see if they have a scythe anywhere."


Kael and Masako walked over to the teacher, with Masako staying a little behind Kael. "Excuse me, but do you have a scythe Masako can use?" Kael ignored the fact that he could feel his life energy slowly draining from him, losing a second of his lifespan at a time. Of course, this was because Masako was lightly hugging Kael's arm like some kind of frightened child clinging to her older brother, perhaps looking a little bit like a couple with their lack of resemblance making it a bit hard to name them brother and sister.
 
"That was a really sudden end." Yumi noted, trying to regain her balance.


"I guess we gotta... gotta... gotta go." she said, her body swaying. She took a deep breath, and stood up. Carefully, she placed Peter back into her bag, and dusted off the skirt of her seifuku.


"Okay, let's go to the, uh... the next class." Yumi said absently.
 
Hanako smiled and gave the mime a thumbs-up. Thank goodness everything was cool between the two. Yumi seemed to have trouble making friends, and Hanako didn't want one racially insensitive comment to get in the way of her making one with this mime.


Mimes were probably great friends too, because they couldn't say anything mean to you and had to listen to you all the time. Like Yumi's sweet little pet rock.


"Alright," replied Hanako, "Maybe I'll have better luck scaring this teacher. You good, Yumi, or do you need a little help getting around?"


As long as Hanako wasn't scaring the Kitsune, she might as well help the poor sick thing out. They were going to the same place, after all, and Hanako wasn't some monster who would just dash off to the next class without any regard for an ill young girl who even had trouble walking around. Especially when it was so easy to just help her.
 
"I think I'll be fine. I'm just kind of exhausted from the fight earlier." Yumi gave the ghost a nervous smile, and began trudging towards the next class. She couldn't remember what it was. It was weaponry, right? Well, it shouldn't be too difficult to learn to shoot a gun, even if it was something she'd never done before.


Yumi gulped. Now that she thought about it, she didn't want to learn how to use a gun, either. They were noisy, and dangerous.
 
Peter H. Stone began to contemplate where his newest destination would be as he was placed into the darkness of the bag by Yumi, the Mongrel-Kitsune. Well besides the bag of course, that was the easiest one to determine. However where she would valet him to while he was inside the bag, that was the one Peter would potentially ponder on. He didn't ponder on it long, as he knew the answer would could to him in time. It was not worth further pondering. No, not even a single additional thought would be devoted to it.
 
But would that be a lie? Peter did feel himself drawn to thinking about that subject again for some reason, most likely curiosity. But Peter did move away from that thought thinking instead to caverns in general. This bag was like one, but highly inferior. It had poor texture, one Peter didn't care for.
 
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The bell rung after what felt like less than 10 minutes of class, some of it wasted on using a childish trick to try and illustrate a pincer attack, and then people were just...gone. The assignment was completely ignored, the papers produced for the students went by untouched and no further discussion about it took place nor was any sort of time limit given. The teacher was the first man out and the students did nothing to even try and find out what to do with their task. It was all so strange for Yu, who was used to training regimens that lasted for hours on end and had to be completed through thick or thin. He quietly grabbed the set of papers to read through later.


The person he had had been talking to simply left without a word too, not even his name, but then his introduction had hardly been courteous in the first place. What was with the constant hurry, the absurd need to display his handling of chi in such an unrefined way? What was he trying to prove? Were all people outside of the Jianghu this rude? Was the constant threat of violence and the possibility of offending an entire organization and its masters the only way to ensure civility? And the other one, who hadn't approached him at all then immediately left tailing behind the first person like some dog behind its master, what was wrong with him?


Yu contemplated all of this and more as he got up and calmly walked outside the room, apparently a rarity in this strange new world he had been sent to. Though he had no idea where to go next, everyone around him seemed to home in on a specific classroom so he just followed them at a much more leisury pace. He was honestly surprised that the classroom was a colloseum of some sort, it was truly quite impressive, what didn't sit well with him, however, were the...whatever those things being handed around were. He approached the teacher at the table. "Excuse me, but aren't there any real weapons here? I was not allowed to bring my own from home".
 
Hanako smiled back at Yumi before disappearing from sight.


"Alright," she said, her voice echoing around the room, "I'll see you there, then."


Mister Z had left the room so fast, Hanako could only assume that he was more scared than he had let on and wet himself in fear. He just had to wait until he thought that he could get away without anyone seeing the stain. But Hanako knew. Hanako knew that he was probably crying alone in a little room, wimp muffins carefully laid out by his mother outside the door with a sweet little note tucked between the blueberry and banana. He had been scared. Totally and completely scared out of the school. And now it was this other guy's turn.


Once again, Hanako sneaked up behind the teacher invisibly. All at once, she revealed herself and let out a ghostly howl.


"URAMESHIYA!"
 

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