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Class is dismissed! The winners for tonight are Calomel and Reinerite! Enjoy those first aid kits, hopefully they will come in handy for you on your patrols! Everyone is welcome to use their time cleaning up the gym as a solo post, while they contemplate the meaning of Leucite's words, and the harshness of the class. Otherwise, they are free to go once they've finished cleaning up their area! Calomel and Reinerit can either head home or stay behind, but they are officially free to go! Thank you all for attending, I hope you had fun! See you next class!
Less than pleased with the speed in which his partner moved, Raspite cursed under his breath as he came running out of his tent and into the cleaner, fresher air about them. The room itself smelled terrible, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the chemicals spread about a bit more. That meant that cleaning had to be fast and efficient.
He did not waste a moment. moving to find a broom as well as some sort of gloves to protect his hands, before he went to cleaning up the mess. He glanced that the one that had been his partner and shook his head. This had been a lesson in helping each other, and although he had relied on the other to help him, the other had not taken the time to do so.
As he moved back to the tent that had been theirs, he took just enough time to check on the other, making certain that they had not gotten the brunt of the vile spray and where, in fact, able to help with the cleaning, were that the case.
Content that it was the case, Raspite returned once more to the cleaning. He could not help but be upset and perhaps a bit embarrassed with his own actions in this class. He had been behind. A terrible example for those that were not to loyal to his General as he, himself, was. He expected much of himself. He was to do better than most in these classes, simply because of his allegiance to Leucite, and the fact that he, himself, wanted to be noticed as one of those that the General could call on should there be a need.
It was true he was not the one to go out on large, starseed gathering romps, but he was good in a fight and he knew it. He was useful as a guard, as a spy, or even as a medic in some cases. It was this fact that left him upset. He could have shown so much more skill had he been given the chance.
"Next class..." He whispered to himself. 'In the next class you will be able to show your skill. until them you will lay low, study, and try to make sense of that which you are and where you are in this world.' He gave himself a firm nod. There were so many things to consider at this point. So many of the questions he had had were becoming clearer, and he was finding himself here amongst those of the Negaverse.
The main thing that kept nagging at him was that Senshi. That woman he had met on his first real patrol. She had said that there was no need to fight. Now need to battle between them. They had talked, worked things out. It was still something that confused him. How was it that these invaders did not wish to fight? Was it not their place to attack and bring them down one by one to gain control of what the Negaverse wanted and owned in this world?
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. She was just one. He had dealt with many others after her and they all seemed more than content to do battle. Stupid foolish children that dared to play with the big boys on the battle front. This world belonged to them and the fact that the senshi were strong in numbers would not give them the upper hand in taking what was not theirs to have.
He found that, as he thought, his grip on the broom had tightened, He feeling his hands ache from the hold and start to make its way into his shoulders. This, this was not helping him. He would finish the job here and then retreat to the barracks. He needed a shower and a massage. One of these things was easy enough to obtain. The second? Well the second would take a bit of creativity, but it would be done.
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