After wincing momentarily being kicked in the shin it would have been difficult to avoid being seated and all he'd voice and appropriate pained response. "Oof" it was lackluster but suffice to say it still hurt. Looking at Kendall with his typical smirk he'd make the grabby hands again in her direction. "Do you really want to find out?" There were many kinds of pervert not all of them necessarily sexual. Indeed Allister was a pervert in many ways, he perverted the concept of life, he perverted the social norms, and he's perverted the reputation of the team..or at least has tried to. Notorious rumors about their team having 'that one guy that got two students killed' during the survival course and 'that one guy' who's done weird things in broad daylight like chant omens and profese demonic manipulation. Many assumed they had a 'nutter' in their team and in truth they wouldn't be 'entirely' wrong.
"Although I guess I agree with you for once." he sighed whilst shrugging. "I'm not as fresh as I used to be, the back and forths between us are getting dull. So how about we change it up a bit?" Clearing his throat Allister stood from his chair and like any thespian would begin to wax poetic. "Oh Kendall Kingsley with skin so fair, I can hold it back no longer! Ever since I laid eyes on you I've been enthralled. Yes! This lost lost soul cries for no one else but you my fierce feline femme fatale! Dare I say it, yes I shall, Kendall Kingsley I Allister Gideon Vantrauss confess my undying love for you and you alone!" In short this was most certainly embarrassing for her. This 'confession' was taking a stab at more than one person. This evidenced my Jentel suddenly shifting in his seat as though he were anxious. Suffice to say though Allister's confession like any good actors sounded convincing but over the top.
That's when the windows and room quaked. Causing the room to shake. Taking advantage of that shock factor Allister would grab Kendall. Whether it was an act of protection or just further increasing the level of antagonizing her she was immediately yoinked from her seat and pulled into the coffin with Allister as it shut them both inside like a classic game of seven minutes in heaven. Oh it was very much likely she was fuming, Allister inside the dark confines only grinned. There was hardly room to move as he pressed the two of them together. What would occur inside this darkness who knew. That would be left for when the coffin opened again after all the gunshots concluded. Which was rather quickly so Kendall would be spared having to be with him for too long. Yet despite everything, it seemed as though he actively tried to protect her, even if it was in poor taste. Meanwhile before these happenings.
As Maria approached to try and apologize for her degenerate team mate he would give her a nod of appreciation. He was a forgiving man and if anything he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl in her current state going out of her way to apologize on his behalf. He hadn't expected an apology at all and had settled on that so it was surprisingly appreciated gesture. "Think nothing o..!" Jentel would instinctively move in front of Daenerys clutching her head to his chest as the chaos in the classroom ensued with the entry of the 'teacher' implying he would be taking hits if any were fired. The staff really needed to start checking the credentials of these people they hired. As if having dealt with Allister wasn't more than enough for one day. When it ended he's release Daenerys and sigh.
Looking around him he would see that there was a new boy sitting nearest them. "Today seems to just be getting more eventful doesn't it? I hope you pardon me Madame Daenerys but snuggling I believe I overheard somewhere didn't seem prohibited. Either way. Your concern for my person is most humble might I get your name? I am referred to as Jentel, and this is Madame Daenerys my significant other." He did not hesitate when pronouncing the status of their relationship. Where many would be embarrassed or ashamed he took pride in it...and unlike 'some people' he wouldn't make a show of it.
Whilst simultaneously awaiting a response he'd inquire about Daenerys. "Are you quite all right Madame Daenerys? Have you any injuries?" He'd then thusly look at the board where the name of their 'teacher' was strewn in bullet holes. You would think property damage of these magnitudes would warrant something but it seemed that it was regular among the staff, this speaking from the one time he saw his survival class teacher rip a door off its hinges early in the morning. He'd return to his seat once introductions had completed. "Honestly, tis I who should feel sorry for you Lady Maria. In regards to having been saddled with a man such as him as a 'teammate' " He would split his ears, it seemed the student next to them knew what floofs were. That or he was playing off the situation which was quite clever of him to do. The robot would thusly inquire what a floof was and in all do honesty even Jentel had developed a curiosity but more over he'd raise his hand and inquire. "Ah yes what are floofs, and more over are we to believe class has officially started?"
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It wouldn't be long after he'd taken a seat that Reika would join the class. She would take her seat quietly and Asger would offer her a small nod in response. Auburn arrived next, taking a seat beside him and their leader. Keen ears would hear the remarks of the students off to the side and a small sigh would escape his lips in response. Bullying had never been a thing Asger had taken lightly.Not only had he taken to comforting his younger sister after such events, but he had gone through plenty of similar experiences on his own. It was something he had always been able to brush off quite easily, just as the horse faunus was doing now. Simply ignore it, don't let it get to you, don't let them see if it does. In his time with Auburn,he had quickly picked up on the fact that she didn't care much about the opinions of others.He had also picked up on the fact that when it came to academics she seemed to be severely lacking. Neither of those were complicated to determine, they were rather apparent in their day to day activities. However, as he often was when it came to social interactions, the falcon was a bit unsure on exactly how he should address it. It was something he had always struggled with. As knowledgeable as he may have been in such a wide variety of topics, the ways of social interaction were not one of them. It was a similarity he shared with Auburn, even if for different reasons and even if they expressed such lack of skills indifferent ways.
Keeping his voice low,he would lean towards her as to keep the conversation between them. Not so much that he would invade her personal space, but enough that no one else would be able to overhear. "I think there are more types of intelligence than book smarts, and just because you are lacking in one doesn't mean you are stupid." He knew that she wouldn't need the comfort, not with the type of person she was, but he would say it anyway.More than anything, it was an admittance of a lesson he had learned the hard way. Asger had always craved knowledge, spent hours reading the tiny black print on countless white pages to absorb the secrets within. Learning was not only a hobby but a necessity. He relied on books, research, and knowledge too much. While it was all useful to have, while more often than not it came in handy, helped in crafting his plans, it couldn't always save you. Nor could it always protect the people you care for. He had learned that by watching his friends die and it was a lesson he would never forget. An arrogance than he would never again let consume him. "If you need help studying though, I would be more than willing to give you a hand." It was an extension of help towards the girl, one that had come out a bit smoother than he would have thought.He would not force her to accept it,nor would he pester her about it later. The offer was up on the table but whether or not she accepted would be completely up to her.
Just moments after he spoke, gun shots would be heard in the distance. Just as the shots were sounding, Maru would rush through the door. Expression serious, he would gesture the stunned boy towards him, sapphire eyes searching for some sign of a threat. A loud explosion would ring in his ears, shards of glass flying as the window exploded.In came a man covered from head to toe in heavy armor, slinging about a heavy duty gun and sending rounds flying. Almost instinctively, Asger would enact his semblance. The feathers of his grand black wings and those adorning his body would harden. Large feathered wings would unfurl, showing off their true size for just a moment before curling around his team. He would be sure to keep the razor sharpens away from them, but the steel like quality they know held would help protect them from any projectiles. There would be a name shot into the black board with the same bullets before said gun was aimed at a student.It was only once the man spoke that he realized the man was actually their teacher. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he would furl his wings close to his back, staring at the man with a look of disbelief on his face. Crazy maybe, as he went on about these floofs, but the danger didn't seem imminent. Or at least he hoped it wasn't. "Everyone okay?" He would question softly, eyes never leaving Vickers. Suddenly the realization that any hope of being prepared for class had been tossed out the busted window.
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Before Jentel had a chance to respond to her or she had the chance to say more else, they were approached by a frail looking girl in a wheel chair and a large robot that towered behind her. Almost instinctively Dani would slink lower into her chair and closer to Jentel's side. Amethyst eyes would never quite meet the girl's eyes, giving her full attention but not direct eye contact. She seemed perfectly content to let Jentel do the talking while she just listened. Clearly he was much better at it all anyway. However, before a full sentence could even breach his lips, a series of gunshots would sound from just outside the classroom. There was not even time for logical thought as she suddenly felt Jentel's arms close around her as she was pulled to his chest. Giving the circumstances, it was an action meant to protect her from harms way while he took the brute of any possible blasts himself. It was sweet and considerate, but she couldn't help the color that flooded her cheeks, nor the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest before bounding forward. She was grateful at least that by the protection of his arms, red cheeks would be a hidden sight to the rest of the world. However, as surprise wore off and logic found its way back into her mind, the anxiety would wrap its icy grip around her heart once more as she was consumed with a deep fear for this man that she cared for so dearly. Her heart now racing for entirely different reasons, slim arms would grip to his jacket tightly, as if somehow trying to bind herself to reality and give that extra assurance that he was still there. Ear resting against his chest, she would listen to the steady thrumming of his heart beneath layers of clothing and flesh, for as long as it beat she knew he was safe.
Within the safety of Jentel's arms, her vision was obscured from the shenanigans going on within the classroom. Instead she would have to rely on her ears as a means to determine what exactly was going on. Explosions and gunshots would be followed by the surly voice of an older sounding man. A man that claimed to be their teacher despite his insane antics. A sense of dread would settle in her stomach. It was hard to say if this man was more terrifying or the giant shark woman that had taught their last class. On one hand, Viickers was shooting up the classroom. On the other, Rachel had tried to eat a man. Could Beacon not choose normal teachers? Teachers without rows of pointed teeth or the delusions of these so called floofs. A sickening mixture of fear and anxiety would wind its vines around her torso, constricting her torso like a boa constrictor and making it rather difficult to breath. When she felt Jentel release her, she would sit up slowly, slightly breathless while her cheeks remained slightly pink.Violet eyes would slowly examine the wreckage that was now their classroom. Shells littering the floor, holes adorning the wall, a shattered window,and to top it off, a destroyed blackboard with his name wrecked into it. Eyes would grow wide at the slight of such immense damage, completed in just a matter of seconds. as she once again slid down further in her seat. The girl was already particularly tiny, not even breaking five feet, but it was almost like she was trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible. The last thing she wanted was the sights of this teacher targeting her. Her eyes would wander over to Jetel as he inquired as to her well being. She would nod before speaking, voice coming out barely over an audible whisper. "Y-yes... I'm alright. A-are y-you?" Waiting his response, a concerned gaze would look him over, searching for any obvious sign of harm. She would only relax, granted just slightly, when he seemed to be intact.
It wasn't until Jentel spoke that she remembered the fragile girl before them, apologizing for the mayhem that was Allister embodied. Jentel, polite as ever, would brush it off as if it were nothing. Dani would offer the girl a reassuring smile, small and timid, just as she, but a smile all the same. Jentel comment about snuggling as well as the referral to her as his significant other would cause the left over color in her cheeks to darken just a bit while the smile on her lips would grow just slightly wider. She wouldn't say anything, not certain she could control her voice with an audience at hand, but she would give him a look that clearly said there was nothing to forgive in the first place. To her relief, Jentel would introduce them both, to which she did her best to muster up even the smallest of responses. "H-hello." Amethyst orbs would however wonder warily back to Allister at the back of the classroom. The white haired boy was standing upon the desk, making some sort of ridiculous charade of himself. The feline didn't look very pleased with him, and she also seemed much more willing to strike. Dani couldn't blame Maria for what her teammate had done no more than she could manage to be mad at just about anyone. She was concerned for the future and what other harm might befall Jentel on Allister's behalf, but for now his attention at least seemed to be preoccupied with the cat. A part of her felt bad for them having to put up with him so frequently, but the white haired girl seemed to be a decent match at least. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the boy to make him the way he was, but she also couldn't manage to muster up even the slightest smidgen of hate for him. Not even after everything that had happened. Given her nature, even if she had managed such an impossible feat, in the end she only would have felt guilty for managing such a thing. Still, she made a mental note to be prepared in the future, just in case Allister's schemes were not intended to have such a happy ending next time. She still found herself rather incapable of many things, but she was determined at least to keep Jentel safe. She couldn't lose him, especially not like that.
Feeling the chair on her other side shift, the jellyfish would jump slightly in a fearful shock before turning a distracted gaze back to the company beside her. As a gem-like gaze fell upon the green haired boy, realizing he was just another student, pale cheeks would once again fill with a vibrantly crimson color. Dropping her chin to her chest, strands of long pink hair would fall over her shoulders to help conceal the color of embarrassment painting her face. Cheeks burning, she would peer at the boy through her lashes, hair still partially concealing her face. It took a lot of effort on her behalf, but she would raise a delicate wave and offer him a slight wave, the florescent lights of the classroom catching the iridescent shimmer of her skin. As for an introduction, she seemed to be a bit too flustered to speak. As it often did when she was nervous, access to her vocal chords had been shut off entirely. She could feel her heart beating much too quickly in her chest, a small dove trapped in a cage while a monster lurked just outside. Anxious wings beating desperately against her rib cage as that bubble of anxiety grew every slowly in her chest as the silence went on, threatening to pop as it pushed uncomfortably against her internal organs.The jellyfish instead hoped that he would speak first, that or that Jentel would step in before things got to awkward. The aforementioned would indeed speak, but as she turned slightly in her chair to face him, she would note the raised hand. It was a question addressing their teacher instead, and a valid one at that.
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Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Fleeing for our live carrying the chipmunk faunus to our desks Where am I?: The Math classroom... with explosives!!!! Who are my peeps? The cuddly chipmunk faunus the class, and the crazy explosive teacher~!! <><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Well now, wouldn't this be a memorable experience? Two who had no clue they were teammates since this was their first time meeting ever, and this rather amusing thing happens. A complete stranger snuggling his tail. On normal cases people would be spooked or onguard by another just randomly coming up out of the blue to ask such a random thing, especially of a personal subject. Rowan was not the type to outright destroy the happiness of someone else's wishes. It was an odd request but hey, he was not a mean person to say no! So Rowan sat there, watching with amusement as the adorably mysterious faunus was snuggling close around face buried and all. Well wasn't she the comfortable one!? They were oblivious to the others luckily and the others were oblivious to them, which was alright! The scene would possibly cause confusion to those who were not listening to the conversation in the first place. Everyone was saved from confusion this way. Unfortunately for the two of them the pair was going to be forcibly evacuated from their comfortable spot!
What was that approaching noise!? Rowans' ears could pick up he faint sounds of gunfire, trying to pinpoint the source of that noise, The young Racoon wascaught estranged to the windows exploding, ducking his head and the upper part of his body hovering over his companion away from the shard of glass landing all over the place. "Well now!!! Why could I not be able to do an entrance like that?" Glancing up once the dust was settled, his eyes opened wide with astonishment to see the strange ol man before them who had randomly shouted about "Floofs." What on earth were those supposed to be!? Before a word could be said, the young raccoon ended up breaking into total laughter by the word alone, and the fact the sex ed question was being commented in their direction. His laughter had quickly became silence of shock when the old man began to approach them both, and hurriedly Rowan had to scoop Astra up into his arms to get them away from the canon now being dropped onto the desk. He could have just said to move!
What on earth was this old man on!? Before he could even muster up a single word he seen a shot fired from the mans pistol to them. What on earth was that for!? It was only lucky enough the bullet only went over Astras' head, but man oh man did that hurt the ears!!!!! It was enough to get him motivated to carry the pair to two empty desks, gently settling Astra down to her feet, and gently patting her shoulder to let go of the tail incase the cray cray guy whose name turned out to be "Vickers" would decide to shoot them for real!!! "Here I thought things would be boring. Looks like I was wrong~." Adjusting the frame of his glasses the male racoon was not angered. In fact he was the exact opposite then how a normal person should actually act. He was fine with it all. No one actually got shot, and this "Floof" talk was too much to take seriously. Interesting~! Although were the others alright? Looking towards the rest one seemed ready for action with his feathers, and others looked either pissed or startled to heack. Understandable!
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The robot's words, as per usual, only frustrated her further. Only this time, they also hit a sore spot. The fact that her dear friend had to rely on this foul piece of machinery was a true atrocity in Kenna's eyes.The feline had seen just how reliant the girl was upon the thing, but it didn't mean she had to like it. It certainly didn't mean she had to sit here and take it. Besides, Maria's body was broken, but not her mind. "You act for her but you do not think for her."Kenna stated firmly, the anger bubbling from her chest in a tone most akin to a growl. "Maria was my leader and she would stop me if she really wanted to. I listen to her, not you." Sure, the lioness was stubborn and defiant, but she held a soft spot for her one and only real friend. After years of friendship, after going through so much together, the girl knew her way around Kenna's rough exterior. That was shone in the way a sobbing Kenna had thrown herself into Maria's lap. The way only Maria ever seemed to get her to crack even the smallest of smiles or softest of laughs. A wheel chair wasn't going to stop Maria from keeping Kenna in line, at least not completely. A look of pure annoyance would taint her features as the robot lectured her, again, about how her language was so inappropriate. Just like a stubborn teen looking to defy her parents, the feline would roll her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. She seemed to be about to come back with what would likely be an even more offensive and crude statement, when she felt Maria at her side and saw the gestures that followed. Another short, snicker would leave her lips and she would flash the robot a smug grin before settling back on her desk.
As the fiasco with the boy who had been locked in Allister's coffin unfolded, Maria excused herself to go and apologize to the student the white haired male had assaulted. Steely eyes would shoot up, an almost pleading look hidden behind a mess of white locks that had fallen into her face. Despite a partially concealed expression, it was none the less clearer that the lion did not want to be left alone with the bat. "I can't make any promises if you leave me with him by myself... and I can't be held accountable either."Begging aside,, Kenna would find the blue haired girl walking away anyway, pointing out a curse word in a frail voice strained by effort. A huff of air would pass her lips, pale locks of hair lifted in the wind for a moment before falling back into her face. Once again she would let her head fall onto the desk, much to hard for comfort by the loud thud that followed the collision. It would be a miracle if the girl didn't have a red mark painted across her forehead at this point. Her only bit of satisfaction would be the small, pained noise that sounded from Allister. Indication that her kick had hit true to aim and had succeeded in its purpose. However, the satisfaction wouldn't last long as the boy suddenly made grabby hands at her, his comment much to suggestive for her liking. Sitting up of the desk and sweeping her hair out of her face, orbs of liquid mercury would flash threateningly at him. "Touch me and you lose a hand." Hand raised in front of her, her claws protruded from skin and caught the light in a most menacing matter. She wasn't messing around, not that she ever did, but touching was not something the feline took kindly to. Anyone who knew her knew to avoid even the slightest accidental of brushes. Allister seemed fully aware, but that didn't seem to stop him either. Whether it be contributed to suicidal tendencies he had exhibited over time, the simple fact that antagonizing her seemed to be his favorite thing, or some other unknown reason, was impossible to say.
The fact that he agreed with her other than throwing some other quip her way did not bode well. Stormy eyes narrowing in suspicion, she made an attempt to brace herself for whatever was about to come next. No amount of effort could have truly prepared her the boy dramatically climbed atop his chair and spoke in a tone fitting of poetic bards. His words caused her cheeks to flush a deep crimson anger, likely due to a combination of embarrassment and anger. "You're full of s**t, Allister." She spat between gritted teeth. Of course he didn't love her/ How could he? How could anyone? Every rose has a thorn, right? True as it may be, that was not the case with Kenna. The lioness had countless thorns. More thorns than petals. In fact, she was more like a cactus. Anyone that came to close was bound to get bloodied fingers. Again and again life had beat her down, ripping her heart to shreds and taking with it another piece each time. So she had done the only thing she could, built an impenetrable fortress around the battered remains to help protect what delicate parts were left of her. However, the fortress didn't only keep the bad out, it kept absolutely everyone out and it kept the softer pieces of her hidden, buried.. Anyone who managed to get through to those vulnerable shards of humanity would face a world full of pain and torment first. It would be a nearly impossible feat, one not worth it. Kendall was fully aware of that, be it the acceptance of a harsh reality or a smidgen of self doubt. Allister wasn't willing to do that, especially not for her. His only ever goal was to get a rise out of her and that's exactly what he was doing,quite well, one might add.
"I'm not kidding. Get down from there and stop acting like such a moron!" She wound shot, most indignantly. Granted that didn't help the situation. If people hadn't been looking when Allister first put his shenanigans into action, they would certainly warrant a few looks now. Glaring at the batty boy, she would aim a kick at the legs of his chair in attempt to knock him down and put an end to this charade. She was ready to shriek, to let out a roar and pounce him from that very chair. Surely if she succeeded in such a thing the classroom would quickly be turned into a gruesome murder scene. "I swear to god you insulate baboon--" The threat was cut off before it could be fully finished as the room was sent into chaos by a nearby explosion. Floors shaking, glass rattled, the feline instantly went into defensive mode. Claws digging into her desk, she was prepared to attack whatever enemy was assaulting them. She would never get to see the face of their assailant for the next moment she felt cold hands close around her. Cold, or perhaps it was just that the lioness was always warm to the touch. It didn't really matter as she was yanked from her seat and pulled into his coffin. "You slimy b*****d, let go of me!" Arms and legs would flail, claws looking to slice into just about anything they could. As the coffin door was slammed shut on them, she was forced to a standstill in the cramped place. She pressed her back up against the wooden slab, looking to put as much space between them as possible. The effort was futile. In such a cramped space she was still pressed chest to chest with him. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Voice seething with a white hot rage, cheeks flushed in an indignant anger, while it was impossible to discern her expression in the dark, it was made clear by the tone and the radiating heat. It also wasn't hard to imagine the satisfactory grin on his lips, which did nothing but infuriate her further. "Let me out before I splatter your insides all over me and ruin this outfit." Violent, as ever, but could anyone really expect anything less? Locked in the coffin with him, the chaos of the classroom remained a mystery. The only clue was the echoing gunshots.
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The condensed space would increase the heat and humidity in the coffin. Two bodies producing body heat and breathing was likely making the confines all the more unbearable if not...a somewhat steamy atmosphere. It would be in Kendall's luck that the bat had brushed his teeth. After all good dental hygiene was a staple for someone with fangs. Minty fresh words started to pour from his mouth. "Oh Kendall, my pretty kitty. Your heart is racing, your either furious or you've warmed up to me. I bet you're thinking right now. 'Nobody could ever love me' or perhaps something along the lines of 'I could never love anyone'...ah but what's more likely is 'how will I maim him tomorrow morning?' How do I know? You and I as much as you may dislike to even think about it are in the same boat, or in this case coffin. You may also be thinking that I'm doing this purely to mess with you. Keke. In that thought you wouldn't be wrong. But have you ever thought why it is I mess with you so much? My own personal sick enjoyment? That most certainly plays some part in it. They say if you put two halves of the same broken record together it will play lovely music again. Even if my confession came off as a farce. A simple playwright made the statement all words have meaning it's just a matter of finding what it is. Is it so wrong of me to have suddenly developed a desire in knowing what it's like to love and be loved and that I've chosen you to show me? Keke. It certainly sounds crazy and unlikely doesn't it?" After that long winded speech the 'ickies' would start to settle in. The feeling of sort of sweating but not really simply due to humidity where you could feel a very slight dampness on the skin.
Suddenly the coffin door would swing wide open decompressing with its typical tssss. Allister walking out only after the likely tumble Kendall would take for being on the door end. He'd then offer his hand to help her up, although he was hoping she'd refuse and live up to the promise she made earlier about tearing it off. After all he'd touched her on several occasions, first pulling her into the coffin with him and then sandwiching them together. "An outfit could never be ruined so long as you're wearing it be it my blood or anyone else's, in fact I might say it would add to it. Keke." Allister had become over complimentary. Yet at the same time it would be incredibly difficult to take the words he said in the coffin seriously. Honestly by comparison it was hard to tell what was worse when it came to Allisters personality compared to the only recent constant quiplash between the bat and cat. For Maria and Prism it begged the question what happened in the coffin that suddenly Allister had taken a turn for the tame but in regards to the class that was likely for the better. It was a shame he wasn't around for the floofs he'd have milked Vickers so hard in false floof positives there wouldn't be a room left. Then again with folks asking what a floof was there was still the possibility open.
Allister would then take his seat like a good lad whether Kendall accepted his assistance or not. Truthfully he expected the second but would be pleasantly surprised if she did...and by pleasantly surprised he'd be secretly shaken and question whether it was the same kitten he knew. Allister would take the time to address Maria from across the room. "No worries mom, we kissed and made up." Of course they didn't really kiss and it was a popular saying but to those in the room anything could have happened in that coffin. The saying may have also been lost on Prism. In short Allister would take a pencil and balance it on his nose while rocking back and forth in the chair again, which now had a dent in the leg thanks to a certain someone acting as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened and agreeing with someone from across the room. "I am in full agreement! Judging by the look of the room keke!" Now getting a good look around the room full of holes and shattered glass everywhere. Suffice to say he was a little disappointed it wasn't some sort of raid on the school and that nobody died but beggars can't be choosers.
Astra's tail would poof a bit when the shots were going through the room. The teacher then looked at her and Rowan snuggling on the desk. Rowan would then pick her up, just in time for a bullet to shoot towards her head, only for the bullet to hit something. Astra's eyes would widen. She would reach into her mouth, activating her semblance, and she would pull out a shot gun. To everyone else, this woman just pulled a weapon, from inside of her mouth, or her stomach. It would look horrifying.
Astra would then be sat in a chair, her shotgun at the ready. She was ready to fight the thing that she saw explode. What it looked like, she didn't know, but a scatter shot would Kill the thing. Then Rowan said that this would be fun. "With an entrance like that, I can't wait to see what the class is!" She would say, still ready to shoot something with a shotgun.
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Alysian Virago
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Vickers surveyed the classroom. His left hand drifting around towards his desk before Raising his right that held his pistol and pointing it towards Reikka and Auburn . Though he didn't fire a shot this time. ”You two. You failed. Everyone else. You had the correct reactions. Though some of you do need to work on a flight or fight response more than just blind panic. Especially those that just calmly sat down. May i remind you that the gym was bombed recently? Or that our enemies mount and get stronger each day? It's simple mathematics. Either you get stronger and better. Or die.” His voice was a little colder before he snapped his attention to the questions directed towards him now.
His left hand pointed towards Ian. ”If you don't know what it is don't answer you will get your team killed. Caliry what even is a floof is first. Never just say you don't see anything especially if you don't know what you are looking for. It will make the team leaders calculations on odds and where to support harder. Next. His hand drifted over to prism before he smirked a little under his helmet. ”Interesting that's a automated suit is it not? That would make the … Maria Correct?” He raised his right eyebrow as he recalled the student records. Though he was slightly surprised at how the Frame was speaking on its own. ”That My dear. Is the right question. And is the million dust question everyone asks. But no one understands. And… Least you asked without denying there presence. Though you may wish to look after your .. I am not sure of the politically correct term or preferred pronoun but owner? Seems they can't read her sign language. ”
His head flickered to look at Jentel. ”Yes. Class is always in session as long as you are learning. What would of been a creepy smile if he didn't have his helmet on formed on the man's lips. ”And if you stop learning you die simple as that. You learn to adapt. Learn to calculate odds on the fly. Learn that 3 vs 1 does not normally equal favour for the one. “ His left hand moved away from pointing at students and dusted off a piece of glass that was stuck on his shoulder plate. He turned his back to the class for a second seemingly ignoring Rowan for a second along with Astra.
It was a few seconds later he had actually scrawled something onto the blackboard. At first it looked like a simple square. But quickly spread out into a complicated line of mathematics. Most of it if one was good with either cybernetics or mathematics one would know that it was tied to the dust conversion to energy. Even if he had messed up part of the equation making the calculation not work as well. It still would function on a basic level. Maybe that was the goal of this part, to show a basic conversion before showing the slightly harder and correct one. Or he messed it up to see who knew there stuff. “Anyone Except the Cybernetic suit can answer the question on the board.” He turned back around to look at Prism before giving a light tilt to the right.
Vickers eyes focused on Astra’s new weapon that she got from… Somewhere. Though he wasn't sure where as he had missed her withdrawing it from her gob. ”Is a class on mathematics, Cybernetics and floof killing. Though… Mr allister if you sexualy assult a student again i will personally throw you into the forest with no gear understood?” His voice had swapped to deadpan before he crossed his arms. ”So on the topic of cybernetics. Statistically one in three of you will lose a limb and need one. One in four will die in the first few years. And one in ten of you will betray your team for money.”
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XXX It appeared that Kenna nor Maria were too pleased with the game that Prism tried to bring to the table. The lights in terms of Prism's reaction would darken as if the robot was powering off, though that wasn't too far off. It became clear to the robot that it had crossed some sort of line, relying too much on a sense of entitlement from being an extension of Maria that... Well, it tried to take her place. Such a disrespectful moment was followed by a brief silence. Then, dull blue lights would flicker back on as the robot appeared to fill with 'life' once again. "It appears I stepped out of line. I apologize, Miss Kendall, Lady Maria. You are right. I am only meant to act in her place and do what she cannot." The tone was different. It held a touch of static as always, but the transition of words felt more submissive and autopilot rather than the constant lashing it had done prior. "My previous statement was that of my own and not Lady Maria's, though I do ask you to consider my words. Think on them, Miss Kendall." It seemed that after a quick reset, the robot was more compliant with its initial programming. Though the sense of defiance and independance was still a bug well alive within the adaptive AI programming.
It was quite obvious that the presence of herself with Prism caused a sense of anxiety and discomfort for the pinkette. With just the two of them rolling up, the pink haired girl's tiny frame shrunk even further. If it wasn't for such a vibrant color one might've even missed her as she tucked away against the other's frame. Maria had hesitated at the sight as she was uncertain if this was the right course of action. Perhaps in the past, she would've plopped down right on their table to offer an in your face apology to break the ice. That was just the way of team MAKO, if she had even bothered to apologize. In their eyes, there was no point in getting dragged down by the thoughts of others. Yet, that was only a distant memory. Times have changed as Maria slipped into the clutches of this wretched chair, only able to watch and listen. ... Still, she came here with a purpose and needed to apologize for the harassment of the man she dreaded to call a teammate. Though as she waved the gestures to allow Prism to communicate in her stead, iridescent hues would trail back towards her white-haired 'children.' What was that boy spouting? An undying confession of love? ... What sort of nonsense was he trying to pull this time? If the vamperic boy was trying to cause a stir within her, he most certainly accomplished his task. Maria rarely ever saw Kenna so flustered with unbriddled rage, perhaps even a touch of humiliation? If Feralis had done such a thing, Maria might've found it amusing. Here though, she still didn't know enough about Allistar... Just what was he trying to get at?
The clamor of the explosion and series of gunshots would cease as quickly as they came. It seemed for a moment, the chaos had come to an end as Prism's arms lowered from their defensive position... However, in the midst of it all, colorful orbs scanned her restricted field of view to notice a lack of two white-haired fauni. Instead, only a rattling coffin was in their place? Those same orbs would narrow at the sight as suspicion rose. Where could the two of them go in all the chaos? What was Allistar getting on about moments ago? Weak fingers tried their hardest to clutch the arms of her chair, nails digging into the cushioned surface. The gentle voice of Jentell had brought her attention to the two once more. In the midst of the chaotic burst, the two had managed to snuggle with one another even closer, something the man even addressed. Some might consider such a sight adorable, but Maria had been impartial to it. The sight of such a couple tried to tug at her heartstrings, Daenerys' even being introduced as his significant other. 'That's sweet. ... Daenerys looks like she could use the support... I was a bit like that when I tried coming back, wasn't I?' Observant thoughts rang in the girl's mind, recalling how to hesitate and shaken she was when she first attempted to return to Beacon. Everything had changed, and she certainly was a sight for someone attending a combat school. However, unlike Daenerys, she only had Prism for her support. It was less of an emotional support and more of a tool for day to day life, as it was now. ... Or so she wanted to believe. She tried her best to give them a small and soft smile, fingers weaving to form gestures that wouldn't get a voice. Iridescent hues would gaze up towards Prism who seemed occupied with the presence of the man known as Vicker's, causing a sigh to escape her lips. The air whistled softly as she tried her best to draw a deep breath in. Her tone was hushed, the voice was strained, but she managed to voice a single word. "Ma...ri...a" Immediately after, the breath escaped her lips and left her mouth agape, albeit barely so.
Prism's red lights continued to shine brilliantly. The robot had not dismissed the possibility of Vicker's being a threat, especially as he raised a pistol towards a set of students. While the teacher hadn't fired another shot, Prism was not ready to go into standby. It was the way the man talked however that confirmed to the robot that Vicker's was indeed who he said, despite the unorthodox means of an introduction. "That is correct. I am the Prism unit that acts in turn for Lady Maria." It was with the following words that Prism's red lights blinked one final time before turning to their passive blue state. The teacher had acknowledged its existence, as well as ... Somewhat touched basis on the concept of floofs? "Perhaps further elaboration on the existence of floofs is required to understand?" It was a worthwhile inquiry. While it was very possible the man was just insane by some means if there was the existence of some unknown creature to them all... Wouldn't it be best to address it more formally, than dismissing it with gunfire then stating that no one understands? Perhaps if it was explained and their existence was proven, understanding would be a possibility. Prism's frame then would immediately turn as the robot's attention was brought towards Maria once more. "You are correct, Mr. Vickers. I apologize for my lack of attentiveness, Lady Maria." It took an outside source for Maria's hand gestures to finally go noticed, but Prism was ready to give its undivided attention once more. Maria was hesitant to begin once more, half expecting Prism to dismiss her existence again. "I... appreciate it. He... Certainly keeps us on his toes. If you have any advice of how we can keep him on a leash, I'm open ears." Perhaps Jentel would have some inkling of what they could do about this mischievous bat who seemed hellbent on making all of their lives so much more complex.
A distinct hiss of decompressing air would catch her sensitive ears. Restless fingers would tap the arrows on her chair and cause it to turn towards the coffin that Allistar emerged from. Something about the words that followed caused the weakened girl to grit her teeth and dig her nails into the armrests once more. What exactly happened in that coffin? Maria had no doubt that Kenna would refuse such acts or advances from a bat such as him. More so, she was wondering what sort of crazy antics he had been trying to drag her into. What did he do or say that led to him snatching her away in the coffin, the same that Jentel nearly suffocated in. Colorful hues would shimmer under the class lights as her gaze narrowed, watching the devious vampire begin so carelessly tipping a chair back with a pencil balanced perfectly on his nose. "Excuse me. An opportunity has arisen." Words that followed another set of signs, though the voice of the robot was oddly quiet compared to normal. That was because at the start, she made a motion for silence to reduce the robots volume. Following her words, eyelids would all listless as her head slumped over. For a brief moment, Jentel and Daenerys would see a mass of barely visible aura shimmer in the shape of Maria. The phantom girl would offer the two a quick wave before her soul disappeared into the floor.
Whatever Allistar was up to, Maria was ready to try and throw her own wrench into it all. At the very least, she was ready to pay him back for all the antagonizing he was doing towards her cherished feline. ... After all, only her and Feralis were allowed to terrorize the cat in such a way. This bat surely hadn't earned the right. Rising from the floor beneath Allistar's chair would be a shimmer of colorful aura. A sight that Kenna herself might catch a glimpse of before it fused itself into the chair Allistar recklessly leaned in. Once dull in color, a thin veil of iridescence would envelop the chair before forcing itself to tip back with the boy's weight. A simple push on the chairs own accord, a supernatural voice that was ready to unleash itself. The simple act of a poltergeist was ready to segway into a comical event as gravity took over once the scales had been tipped. Maria kept herself firmly planted, dedicated to making sure the boy biffed it against the tiles of the floor. Though a soft echo of a disembodied snicker could be heard. Meanwhile...
Prism was left on its own in front of the two strangers as Maria's body slumped over. It caught only a glimpse of Maria abandoning her own body, causing a static of a sigh to escape its speaker. "I apologize, it appears that Lady Maria has tuned out for a moment... Daenerys, Jentel... It was a pleasure to meet the two of you. Jentel, if Allistar continues to give you issues, please do inform us. With the series of harassments near criminal tendencies of his, I may be able to construct a case to present to the headmaster." It was one thing to keep such silly antics occurring within the team, but it was made clear today that his influence has spread further. Prism would've been more than content to let the bat continue to badger the feline of their team, but clearly, it was stemming to be much worse than that. While Prism wasn't ready to dismiss itself completely from those of team TMID, it would refocus its attention on Vickers who actually started a lesson. Prism had already begun processing the equation as it was written on the board, only to stop dead in its tracks as Vickers dismissed its own ability to answer. It wondered, did that mean that he could not answer if Maria was to try and respond? ... As well, did full body paralysis fall under the statistic of losing a limb, or death? Perhaps some odd place in between? Such a condition seemed very uncommon in combat schools.
Aubrun glanced over at Asger when he spoke to her. She cocked a brow at how he started it. He knew she didn't really care what someone thought of her. Most did by this point. But, he then moved on to offer her aid in studying. She had to admit, she needed help with that, and she saw no real potential for danger with it, but, before she could respond, she heard gunshots and watched the door. An old man came bursting in and she watched, though, quickly relaxed. He had unleashed too much to simply miss hitting anyone. He wasn't trying to hit anyone. He started rambling about floofs and calling out at students as the two on his desk opted out of being crushed by his gun. When he started to actually start speaking without as much 'crazy old coot' bluster, she actually smirked somewhat. It was not a normal thing for her and, it was likely a bit creepy looking.
"If that's your idea of Math, you might as well pass me here and now. I learned it's kill or be killed long ago. If you want to flunk me, go ahead, but, if you're supposed to be a seasoned fighter using that thing, then you learn to make those shots count. It isn't luck no one was hit." Auburn had disclosed her history to staff, so, she wouldn't be that surprised if the old man in front of her was well aware she'd spent most of her life literally fighting to stay alive in a pit. She felt it had been needed for the staff to be aware she'd had absolutely no education before arriving. She was a severe handicap in that regard and she did not want it counted against her. While she didn't care too much for how boisterous the man was, she respected that he was to the point and didn't spew philosophy at them or sugar-coat anything.
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
Reikka was slightly stunned at her teacher's willingness to flunk her for having a less than selfishly appropriate reaction towards his attempts to spook them by blowing half the room up. But it wasn't beyond her understanding so much that she simply couldn't help herself but to start scrawling notes down and vastly ignoring his methods to try and scare them off. Though bemused she clearly did not fear the explosives nor the fact that the school was bombed. They intended to fight Grimm on a regular basis, for heaven's sake. She figured a few rounds going off was the least of their worries. Not to mention fear wasn't entirely within her category of mind. No, she wasn't afraid, so she chose to be bare with her feelings (or lack of thereof) right there and then. She simply assumed from the get-go that the teacher knew what he was doing and wasn't in the least bit scared of it at all. She simply ducked her face behind her notebook when the rounds went off. She was actually slightly embarrassed that the teacher would call her name out for something so unassuming as to not reacting the right way or in a way he anticipated. But she supposed everyone had their imperatives and quirks.
When the teacher called her and Auburn out she simply stared at him wide-eyed in silence, deciding not to say anything back to prevent further shame on her part. She would respect the old man, regardless of how flunk-worthy her reaction was to the explosives. She stared all around her, not noticing how the others reacted since she was so engrossed with her own method of avoidance, and knew that everyone must have jumped in their seats except her. Or, atleast, gotten out of Vicker's way. Then she observed at how Asger shifted to his side to talk to Auburn and ask about how he could help her with her classes. She knew a bit of her teammates' past since she was kind enough to inform her, but Reikka wanted to do something for her in return aswell, deciding she would help her whenever she actually asks for help from her. She leaned close to Auburn and whispered, "I'll help too if you need it. Just tell me what you need help with, exactly. I'll do my best to sort it out for you." Then faced forward again, trying to listen to how their teacher interacted with the rest of the class. Looks like the two of them weren't the only ones getting in trouble.
She tried not to show it, but when she ducked behind her propped notebook, she covered her ears to prevent the noise of the room (both from the rounds and the students) from overwhelming her. Her sensitivity to sound was something she intended to hide from most people. Only her teammates, who sat beside her, would have seen her hide so she can blur the noise. She was, however, surprised that Vickers still managed to find a spot to write down stuff on the blackboard, as it is very damaged at this point. She couldn't help but smile at that kind of ingenuity.
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Inside the coffin it was gowing increasingly hotter and more humid buy the second. Much too hit for comfort as the back of her neck and her forehead grew just slightly damp. The fact that she was pressed right up against him made it all the worse. It was taking every ounce of willpower she had to keep from reacing out and slicing her claws across the pale flesh of his neck and be done with it. There was but one thing holding her back. The one thing that always kept her from diving off the depend and crossing lines that should never be crossed. Maria. She had asked for her to not kill him in her absence and even though she hadn't agreed to it, it was a promise she was trying to keep all the same. After all, she had already maimed a student. She didn't think Beacon would take lightly to her stringing the bat up by his intestines. That would surely get her get her kicked out which would mean Kenna would have to leave Maria alone again. Or worse, Maria would try to follow her and there was no guarantee that the feline would be able to protect her out there when the blue-haired girl was in such a state. So it was for Maria's sake that she held herself back, claws grinding against wood as she fought back her rage as well as trying to push herself impossibly further from him. It was just lucky he had remembered to brush his teeth, for if he hadn't, such a terrible scent would have ling since filled the tiny confines of the coffin. Once again he would delve into another speech of his devotion too her. Kenna's. Heeks were growing hotter by the minute, a combination of anger and humiliation. "Drop the facade, Allister. This is f***ing ridiculous. You can't even put on a show. No one can hear us in this damned thing." A voice seething with white hot infuriation would sound in the tiny space between them. At the accusation that she had even somewhat warmed up to him, a hand would fly out, jabbing a finger roughly into the center of his chest. "I knew you were insane but I didn't think you were completely daft!" The lion would retaliate indignantly, one could imagine the rear-facing scowl she woukd be flashing him but it remained hidden to the dark. Still the boy went on and rather than feeling even slightly flattered, she was simply growing angrier. "Don't you dare act like you know what I'm thinking. You couldn't be more wrong. We aren't the same, freakshow. Not even a little." She was angry, as ever, but now she wasn't even sure if she was more angry by the fact he had the audacity to make such assumptions or that he had actually managed to figure out exactly what she was thinking. At least part of it.
"So then riddle me this, batman." She would start, eyebrows narrowed suspiciously as she spoke. "If you've suddenly developed the desire to know what something as silly as love is, why the hell would you pick me?" It was a valid question. The two of them did nothing but argue, constantly installing and pestering the other. It was far from the tender affect tons of this so called love. It was something he explained, having to do with the twisted enjoyment he got out of it. Not surprising, but could it be something else? A naive schoolboy torturing his crush because he hadn't the slightest clue as to how to express such emotions. The idea was preposterous, one that caused an angry scoff to leave the lion's lips. "It sounds absolutely outlandish. You should be locked up in a padded room." Arms crossing firmly across her chest, she would glare at him across the coffin. One that could not be seen but could likely be felt as they were nearly nose to nose. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you're looking for someone to show you what it's like to be loved, you've chosen the wrong person." Kenna would only just have enough time to get the words out before the coffin door would once again open with a decompressing hiss as the hit humid air escaped. Seeing as she wasexpecting such a sudden departure and she had already been leaning against the door to attempt at escaping such close a close proximity to the white haired male, the lioness would tumble backwards, falling flat on her butt. Crimson cheeks would grow darker, a flustered mix of anger and embarrassment. A silver-eyed glare would follow Allister as he stepped over her from the coffin. The action was followed by a twisted comment that was likely intended to be a compliment on some level or another. However, in her mind he was.still simply going about all of this to pester her. It wasn't unlike home to go through ridiculous lengths for a simple reaction. It just didn't make sense to her.
Sitting upon the floor, steam practically billowing from her ears, a low his would pass through her lips as he extended a hand to help her up. Knowing him it was just another facade, an extension of help to be offered just so he could let her fall again and have another laugh about it. Even if it wasn't, she was too angry with him to accepted help from him anyway. Not to mention such a prideful lion was so independent she usually refused help from anyone. Her own hand would fly towards his, but it was not an acceptance of an offered hand. Rather claws would catch the light. If he didn't move his handly quickly, he would most certainly catch a nasty gash. As he retreated to his desk, Kenna would remain on the floor, all to aware of the many eyes on her. She could only imagine what the others in the classroom were thinking happened in that squishy coffin. The added comment from the teacher about sexual harassment certainly didn't help the situation. As if she would allow such things. Sending a threatening glare e towards anyone who dared stare at her too long, she would slowly push herself up and return to her seat, only she would push it to the absolute edge of the desk in order to get as far away from the bat as possible. She was flustered, embarrassed, annoyed, and above all else, angry. None of which were uncommon feelings for the lioness and it was just as common for Allister to elicit such emotions from her. However, never once had he made her quite this angry, nearing the special level of rage she saved especially for Feralis. So why was she this angry? Perhaps because he had made her think about something she woukd have preferred to keep forever from her mind. That perhaps that cat and the bat had more common than she ever could have thought possible. "Don't spread lies, Allister, or I will slice that slimy little tongue of yours right from your mouth." She hissed as the boy called across the room to Maria, declaring that they had apparently kissed and made up. Far from it.
After the whole fiasco, one thing remained utterly clear. A confession of love to the lion had only angered the feline and had ended with her nearly slicing his hand off. One might think it was simply because it was Allister. Simply because she figured there was no way he could possibly be serious. However, Kenna would have reacted much the same to anyone else. It didn't make sense to her for anyone to possibly have such emotions towards her and even more so, she wasentirely sure she was even capable of those emotions herself. Not anymore. Her walls were built so high, so well, climbing the. To find the more delicate pieces inside was a seemingly impossible task. Anyone who ever thought to pursue any sort of romance with the girl was going to brave a long and likely gruesome road ahead of them. Keeping her gaze trained far away from Allister, it was only then that she realized the mayhem the teacher had caused. Not to mention the damage he had done to the room. Despite the complaints she had been throwing about class moments before, she was now focusing with all her might on the equation the teacher was writing on the board because even that was better than giving any more of her attention to the pale boy beside her. She would never be able to solve the equation, and not because she was stupid, but she didn't care enough to learn. Her concentration was broken however, when she saw a familiar shimmering form dive into the floor. She saw what was happening ing before anyone else had. Her friend was stepping in to avenge her as she always had. Sure, she had to be more creative about it now, but it didn't fail to cause the slightest smirk to twitch on the corner of her mouth, or the devilish snickering that was unleashed as the chair was knocked backwards. "Oh, little batty are you okay? You know, you really should me more careful." Tone falsely concerned, she would turn a pair of gleaming orbs towards him, the first time she'd looked at him since the coffin fiasco.
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After being donked on the ground he seemed relatively unphased. It was however a very audible donk though as the pencil that balanced on his nose rolled across the floor. There was indeed a nagging pain in the back of his head but he kept a smile all the same, he didn't seem to even other working on getting back up. Overhearing the lesson he'd raise his arm high enough for it to appear just above the desk a hand that was bleeding as he made no attempt to evade Kendalls earlier swipe at but was unbothered by it. "I call dibs on the one in four dying!" Before he'd rock himself back up he'd look at Kendall. "Oh? Are you expressing concern for my well being Kendall my sugar muffin? I'm truly touched truly thank-you." He glanced over Kendall's sarcasm and treated her words as though she truly meant them and aside from his pet name calling his thanks sounded genuine. Perhaps she didn't care and the words were meant to be another quip, in fact he was certain she didn't care but still he'd win this war by perceiving that the words she said did come off genuine to have them backfire. More over he used her real name as oppose to something mocking...only to follow up with mocking but still. A first in a long while.
Now back up sitting pretty with a lump on the back of his head Allister would look at the board before addressing the teacher. "Come now, Mr.Vickers, the forest gearless? If you've ever ran around in your birthday suit wearing the splayed carcass of a deer drenching you in its blood pretending to be a cryptid at 3 a.m you'd know that punishment would be too light for my offense, but I suppose its to everyone's benefit that of which I'm accused never happened keke and it was all just to protect my darling teammate." Allister would execute the over the top shrug where one raises their hands and bends their elbows, bleeding a little on the floor. Sounding quite bemused despite all the injuries he'd taken so far. "After all blocking a gunshot with something hard is far more effective than a soft body. Much like that first string of numbers on the board seems to be doing." He'd refer to the poor rate of conversion in using the analogy of blocking a bullet with body compared to a dense coffin earlier. "Certainly, the body would stop the bullet but if your taking account cost one yields an injury which reduces efficiency and results in diminishing returns while the other only accrues damages but maintains a steady level of protection."
Allister would merely point out the flaw in the equation he wouldn't go so far as to answer it. Despite his nature he'd shown time and again he had book smarts. After all that was all there was in the damn decrepit place that was once his home, no amenities like the internet to distract you when there's no power, moreover Allister always pursued the interesting he wouldn't of course make it evident that his knowledge in dust conversion was primarily rooted in intentionally producing unstable reactions that usually resulted in 'interesting' results. "I am curious. Are we going to have a hands on workshop of sorts, as to say making something of the cybernetic persuasion?" Enthused, in truth he had attended this class with the expectations to apply and learn something new. In short, book learning had become dull and no longer a means of intrigue an entertainment. Vickers as a person however, and his approach to things was however entertaining and thus was enough to keep him engaged for now. Looking thoroughly across the room, he found it almost hilarious that a small girl was packin major heat.
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The answer to his question left him unsatisfied but at the same time mildly appeased. True this was a learning experience of all things. Even if it was rather chaotic one, survival through fighting each other, and mathematics through responsiveness to the unpredictable. The teaching methods here at beacon seemed to get more and more outlandish. It was a bit jarring for Prism to speak on behalf of Maria of whom they were just speaking to and more over his eyes were drawn to the earlier Allister who'd make full head to floor contact. He couldn't help but subdue a snicker from beneath his mask. Jentel 'deduced' what likely generally happened judging by the look of Maria in her chair and prisms stand in but that didn't necessarily mean he knew how it worked. Since Prism was standing in for Maria and it seemed quite stunned that it had been silenced by the teacher Jentel would continue to speak to it while also looking at the equations. "That won't be necessary." Jentel rose his hand in opposition to the idea of turning in Allister. He'd then give the robot his firm analysis on the topic that was their team mate looking at the antagonizing lad now on the floor proclaiming death.
"I honestly believe it would only escalate should he be dismissed. I believe he's kept tame by the few rules of the campus. I'm almost certain if he were to be on his own once more...he'd become something of a villain. He seems to lack remorse, a lack of safety for himself and others. If anything currently I see him as no more than a schoolyard bully. I would prefer that as opposed to finding out campus students start disappearing to be found dead because he goes on some triade about not being bound by rules. So long as I have Madame Daenerys at my side anything he does can be considered childsplay...and if you want my honest opinion people such as him need to be killed...with kindness. Although I personally do not have the patience for such a thing. There was a popular saying on the internet I believe...what was it? 'Do not feed the troll' I believe? I'm more than certain if he fails to get a rise he'll become disinterested in antagonizing and opt for another approach. Although I can see how can be a difficult force to ignore and or show any semblance of kindness towards." He hesitated after saying killed before kindness, while he did very much dislike the bat faunus one could even say loathe nobody deserved to die. More over if anything the bat faunus would do so himself eventually.
It was then that the bat chimed in again now back up from his fall. He wasn't sure if he was being mocked again seeing as Jentel had used his body to protect Daenerys but he'd let it slide, thinking otherwise would definitely start creating a sense of paranoia that everything the bat said or did must have been to personally antagonize him and that was a path of thought he'd rather avoid. Instead he filled those thought with Daenerys blocking them out. Truly while she may not have realized it the calm expression on his face showed he was thinking of something to calm him down.
Jentel would provide a nod to the robot to finalize concluding introductions "It was truly a pleasure to converse madame Maria and Prism, do try not to be strangers yes. Ah." Jentel's attention would then shift to Daenerys whom seemed shaken visibly. He would reach around her back to place his hand over her shoulder to try and calm her down. "Is everything quite alright?" He'd then draw his attention to the floof boy with green hair who arrived partially late to class. Jentel would look left and to his right then across the room. A majority of individuals prioritized sitting next to teammates. So then was this boy? Ah, well there was one way to find out. With his free hand Jentel would extend the bandaged palm in the lads direction. Jentel's breathy voice and gender ambiguity making itself known to him as he spoke. "Hello there, you seem to be in a spot of being new here am I wrong? I am Jentel Mohn'ye of team TIMD this is lady Daenerys. I can only assume you were assigned this class due to being on a team that was registered for attendance. Even if I am wrong in believing you to be our likely new member replacing madame Ulysses you are welcome to join us in solving the equations. By my understanding they are dust ratios correlating with energy output placing it in the category of variable maths, we need only solve for the variables. Of course that is the difficult part." If he accepted the handshake a moments memory from Ian would be lost only to come back again in some sort of odd Deja ' vu like scenario. Still even if Ian were the new member Jentel wondered where Feng was as she was now undoubtedly late. That or she'd taken a seat somewhere, where he could not see here. It wouldn't be a surprise considering her size.
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XXXPrism would recognize that shimmer of light anywhere. It knew very well that Maria had left her body as a husk nearly void of life to engage in some antics, but it didn't expect something so childish. The chair would shimmer with iridescent aura before the white haired boy biffed it against the floor from a chair that seemed to miraculously tip in opposition from his weight. If the robot hadn't spent the last few weeks with the boy, it would think that the impact had left him rather shooken with his proclaimation for death. It seemed that's just how the boy was by nature. What was more surprising, however, was Jentel's stance in opposition in reporting Allistar to the headmaster. Camera like lenses hidden beneath luminecent eyes would focus on Jentel, taking note of his words very carefully. It was a point that Prism couldn't disagree with itself. By trying to focus on the prime directive of keeping Lady Maria safe, Prism was about to neglect the overall result this would have on those around them. By getting the boy expelled from Beacon, that had a chance of opening up an entire can of worms. Yet... With his character as a whole, why did he bother to enroll to Beacon as it was? "You're right. It appears that the rules of the academy seem to have some restriction on his character. While he may be participating in countless acts of troublesome defiance, there appears to be some manner of control." It was there that Prism would pause, just as Jentel had a pause between killed and kindness. That's where the concern would arise within the robot. Concern? Was that it? No, generating a possibility. "Killed with kindness will be the issue here. From my understanding, Lady Maria's former team as a whole were more violent and less patience... Not that you could tell with her current exterior. That chair has changed a lot in her character. However..." Maria wasn't his worry in the matter, but rather a certain feline faunus. Someone who had time and time again threatened to straight up lacerate him for his antics... In fact, she very well did at the ball with another student. "That would most certainly explain his entertainment with Miss Kendall, at the very least.. That problem child. She's feeding right into his character." Perhaps Prism was developing some function of emotion. Concern, just as Allistar had called out in the adaptive AI. The very reason that Prism had confronted him at the ball when he went off to do whatever cryptic antic he had. Even now, it found itself in some state of concern both for Kenna's possible actions as well as what Allistar may manage to bring out of the problem child.
... However, that was more than enough to work with. It was an outside input that Prism most desperately needed when deciding on what to do next with the boy. "Thank you for your time. It truly has been a pleasure to meet you both, I will do my best. Lady Maria has a big part to play in managing the peace within our team. As you can imagine, it is quite a task with that boy present. Do take care." With its parting words, Prism would attempt a more human gesture by lifting its hand to offer a wave. A smooth rotation on a set circuit, it would then turn away with both metallic fingers wrapped around Maria's handles. It was a meeting most worthwhile for the robot to meet such kind strangers at the academy. In their brief time here, Prism and Maria only got to meet a small handful of individuals, only to never here from them again. The perfect example was the introduction to team SCAG, which quickly disbanded due to unknown circumstances. Somehow, despite all of that and the constant changes among the teams, Maria still managed to hold her position as leader. It appeared that Beacon had high expectations for the student despite her condition. Whether it be for her previous history at the academy or knowing the capabilities of her with Prism at arms, it was uncertain. It was only a matter of moments with rolling Maria's empty body that the robot would return to the desk that the others were at. The robot would carefully tuck Maria's chair between the two at the desk, ensuring that there was some obstacle between them. After all, Kenna would dare act in physical defiance if Maria was in the way. "I do second sir Allistar's question. I believe both Lady Maria and myself are interesting in the hands on development we may acquire through this course." Following that statement, the robot would focus on the droplets of blood that dripped from the lacurations he suffered at the hands of Kenna. Shifting its metallic fingers into a bag that was carried on Maria's chair, the robot would pull out a wrap of bandages before returning its attention towards Allistar. "I believe that injury should be treated. A bump on the head may hinder your thought process, however, if you're going to be messing with cybernetics and machines... I'd recommend not bleeding on them as a first step. So.. If I may, or if you'd rather." Clearly, the AI was offering to wrap up the boys arm from the slashes he suffered. Whether it was the robot's doing in the actual patch work or Allistar took it to do himself, the offer stood. ... Though Prism didn't put it past the boy to straight deny the offer, after once watching him cut his palm open for the hell of it.
While Maria had been rolled into place between her two teammates, the girl still did not wake up. No no, the girl was having far too much fun in her free floating form. Once she sent Allistar in a much deserved tumble for all of his antics, her shimmering form would break away from the chair and seep into the floor once again. An act of stealth, if you will. Utilizing her intangibility to her advantage to hide her colorful form that some may mistake as a trick of the eye from time to time. The phantom girl would move beneath the floor, poking her head up for just a moment to smirk at the feline faunus that sat just above her. Where was she looking? Still intending to poke some humorous fun on their batty companion who was now enthralled in the class? Or was she actually interesting in learning this nonesense? Either way, Maria would use this opportunity to her advantage. While not as devious as her acts against Allistar, her iridescent form would rise up beneath the desk. Poking her view just above enough to show her shimmering orbs, her eyes would lock on Kenna before allowing her form to get sucked into a pencil that sat in front of her. That's when it began. The tiniest shift, little sudden movements. Every few moments, the pencil would wiggle, or suddenly turn... Only slightly, though. Just enough to catch the cat's attention, just enough to work away at that kitten deep inside... All the while, Maria was trying desperately to keep her spectral form from releasing a disembodied chuckle.
