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Maxwell's smile widens as she blushes and quietly voices her name. Very cute of her. "That's a nice name, Miira. You don't seem to talk much, from the looks of it? Don't worry. I'll talk enough for the both of us." Maxwell slicks his hair back again, and holds out a hand to her. "Let's walk and talk a little. Tell me more about yourself." Maxwell seems to be bit forceful, but more out of habit then out of conscious action.

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"Aw, the big boys think I need protection. I can handle myself."

At these words, the lower ranks of the Combat 9 grow irritated, and they pull out their weapons, some of which include, a guitar, tarot cards, fractal drawings, a megaphone and other strange things. They seem strange in the hands of these people, but their intention seems to override the bizarreness of it all.

Then, before this can go any further, a hand is raised and the others stop.

"It was my order that told Rank Ten to stop. I'll deal with this one personally."

A tall, robed figure with the hood draw over their face moves through the crowd to stand before Maii. His presence feels... wrong, like he doesn't belong, but also radiates power, as if he is holding back.

He kneels down on one knee before her. "Pardon my subordinates rude behavior. I have no control of them sometimes, but then again, that is an assassin's life. But you already knew that, Miss...?" He prompts her.

Miira & Maii

Miira blushed even deeper.
"Um sure." She smiled timidly. "But I need to go tell my twin. She is kinda protective."




Maii had drawn her favorite knife when everyone had tensed up. The black coated blade wouldn't glint in light and give it away, and it was sharp enough to cut with the slightest touch. She had mastered knives. They were her favorite weapon.
"Shethi. Maii Shethi.", she said firmly, looking him straight in the face. She was respectful in her gaze and tone, but she was not about to back off. Yes, he could probably kill her, but her life meant little to nothing to her. Part of her had always wondered what it was like to die.
Despite the fact that he probably sees it as a threat, as do many other "classmates", she does not re-sheath her knife. In fact, she tightens her grip on it and tenses her body, ready for a fight. Hey, if I am going to go down I might as well go down fighting., she thinks. A half insane smile spreads across her face.
"I appear to have already made enemies. I guess pissing people off is a curse of mine.", she says with a bit of sarcastic laughter.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Just don't be too slow about it!" He called after her, leaning coolly back against a nearby pillar to allow his coat to blow in the breeze. "So badass..." He said to himself, reaching for a cigarette to finish up his look... only to remember he didn't have any. "Damn. Guess this will do. No one man can top my looks anyway."

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Rank One nods as Maii tells him her name. "Maii... Call me Samuel. Though if you wish, you may call me Lucifer." He then turned and with a sweep of his hand, him and the other Combat 9 move away. His final words seem to trail after him. "I hope we can meet again on more friendly terms... For you show potential for this line of work, and while there aren't many here who would respect that, I am an exception." He then disappears into the darkness of a nearby corridor and vanishes.

The woman nodded and smiled. "You're in room 75. And no, you don't have a roommate yet. But we get plenty of students that come in mid-year, so you'll have one eventually, I'm sure." She pulled out a keyring and flipped through the numerous keys before pulling out a key with the number 75 on it before taking it off the ring and handing it to the girl. "Welcome to Nurthalos, Miss Gardener."

The long-haired, ponytail boy made his way to the front of the girl's dorm and waved for the red-haired woman, who ran over. "Oh, Miles. I was just gonna look for you." She handed him an envelope with his name on it and nodded. "Here's your allowance." He nodded and pocketed the envelope before making his way to the school cafeteria.

The boy went up to the counter of the cafeteria and opened the envelope before handing them a $5 bill, and speaking in a faintly Texan accent. "Pastrami sandwich and a Ginger Ale, please." The man behind the counter nodded and handed him a sandwich and a can of soda before the boy went towards a table and took a seat.

He ate his sandwich slowly, taking a sip of his soda every few bites as he pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket and unfolded it, looking it over. The contents of the paper were what looked like firearm blueprints and schematics.