Icy Sapphire
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Calimero Maciel Valerian is in the gym with Professor Berkovic and company and feeling a bit bitter.
Parting was such sweet sorrow. Or, well, it was really only sorrow when you had a class with Berkovic to dash to. More appropriately—if you were anything other than human and had a class with Berkovic to dash to. Calimero wished he didn’t fall into that category. Why hire a Professor who was clearly racist to aid in an integration effort? It boggled the blond, though all he could do was shake his head and deal with it. It wasn’t as if he could just write a quick note about his hardships to make them go away, no matter how much he wished Berkovic could stop being a part of his life. This was just another obstacle he’d have to suffer through. And, with hope, he’d come out not too worse for wear. Things would get better, after all. Just being at the Aevum School was something to be thankful for in and of itself.
And, hey, maybe today wouldn’t be so bad, after all. That was the first thought that crossed Calimero’s mind, anyway, when it didn’t appear as if the Combat class was going to actually be graced with the honor of their Professor’s crotchety, bitter presence. It would’ve been a nice change of pace after getting his injection, inadvertently being rejected by Elodie, getting his bag switched, then having to run around in the rain just enough to get uncomfortably wet. Such miracles didn’t happen, apparently, and it wasn’t much longer before Berkovic’s familiar snarl rang out. Cal sighed. At least because the Professor had been late, Cal had no way of being marked tardy due to his detour (not that he had been more than a minute late).
The atmosphere, which had been surprisingly relaxed (Calimero himself had been exchanging some words and smiles with a few of his fellow students in the meantime), was obliterated as if someone had dropped a grenade. Not that anyone dared make their displeasure vocal.
“Absolutely, Professor,” Calimero replied when he was addressed, falling to the ground to get to his exercises. He didn’t even bother to mask his sarcasm as he added “but why not make it five?”
Physical exertion didn’t scare him, after all, as tedious as it could be at times, and he was self-aware enough to know he could handle the extra workload just fine. When Berkovic extended the punishment to the rest of the Malakhim present, however, a pang of guilt rang through him. It was selfish of him to have mouthed off when he knew the man’s tendency to victimize others. p***k. Glaring at the ground, Calimero did his push-ups without another word.
He didn’t talk again, in fact, until the man released them to the shooting range. Having fought in a war, it wasn’t as if firearms were exactly unfamiliar objects to him. It was uncomfortable, holding one again, chilling in how easily he readjusted to having the weight of it in his grip—but there was something undeniably nice in knowing that he was going to be more than proficient in an area of study.
As if study was a good word to call anything that this class had to throw at them.
Although Calimero was still rolling his eyes about the pick-up line comment (as if Berkovic had more game than him), he tried to savor the few moments of peace that the class had as they made their way to the range and he stayed behind. Smart. He had, after all, pulled a gun on a shedim and then given said shedim a gun shortly thereafter. As much as he sometimes wanted to pull a gun on the Professor, himself, Cal was glad to shove such mental images into the back of his mind in favor of giving Hazel a supportive smile as she fell in line next to him.
“You’ll do great,” he promised.
She didn’t, but that’s why this was a class. They were there to learn—or at least some of them, were. The vampire he had run into earlier when he had chased after Elodie—the one who never seemed to be in anything other than a foul mood—was struggling almost as much, and she didn’t seem to even be interested in learning. He couldn’t exactly blame her for her frustration; Cal didn’t envy supersensitive hearing as a superpower in the least. But, at least Hazel could be comforted in the fact that no matter how poorly she did, she was still human.
He and Vittoria weren’t safe from getting stuck with cleanup duty like she was. Even given the fact that Cal shot his target as if it were something he’d been doing his entire life. Granted, it was exactly that, though that was even more reason for him to feel a sour taste on his mouth at the thought. He could very likely be the one missing out on his free time due to being held back for a punishment he didn’t deserve and an attitude that none of the other staff probably cared to address in Berkovic.
As the class wore on, Cal supposed he’d just have to wait and see.
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