narcissisticnugget
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Albright listened to her carry on, nodding as she made some valid points. “I don’t think most danger class students get to choose their class. The headmaster wants something done, they get thrown to wherever it’s happening.” Chelsea hooked her feet on one of the rungs of the stool, keeping them from swaying. She was awfully quiet during this conversation. She was listening, but her mind was elsewhere at the same time. “I haven’t heard much about them. When the demon king attacked the first time, a lot of students had to fend for themselves. There was no real distinction between danger class and a normal student. The headmaster only uses them when it suits his interests, and not everyone else’s.” It had been a long few days after the attack. The amount of injuries they had to heal and autopsies they had to help preform was painful to think of. Even with their medicine, it was a tiring process. Chelsea and Albright had kept their mouths shut when it came to protesting directly to the headmaster or one of his immediate underlings, but they still harbored their own negative feelings about the class. “I’ve heard that getting involved in the flower club can sometimes lead to becoming danger class. I’ve never seen it happen personally, but I’ve still heard of it.” Chelsea said, finally trying to contribute to the conversation, though it was mumbled so softly it could easily be missed."It could be a possibility." Bright said after she finished her pancakes and sat back in her chair. She then used her powers to move her plate and utensils to the sink with just a wave of her finger. "With everyone with different types of abilities and different types of backgrounds, it was obviously bound to happen that incidents like these are to occur. Especially with how I hear the headmaster being sketchy with the Danger Type students, it pretty much proves my point. That and the rebel organization I hear about..." She said before she went ahead and began to make herself some coffee since it was still taking her awhile to wake up fully, but at least she was able to think a bit more rationally. "With points like those, incidents like this would just be a common occurrence, wouldn't it?" She said as she finished making her coffee. She had a light brownish color of coffee, almost looking like caramel. She had put in milk and two packs of splenda into it and mixed it all. She took a sip since the milk had cooled it down to the point she can drink it without a care of burning her insides, like drinking lava. "Then again, that's what the Danger type students are for, right? Like a Mobile Task Force, an MTF." MTF is what the foundation of Bright's former work would call those units. Of course, there were many MTF units with different specialties and uses. She thought of the Danger type students the same way as MTF units. All with the purpose for combatant use and sometimes for specific reasons and uses.