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Gott stared at the paperwork. Great more papahwork.He picked up the papers and examined them, noticing a hole, where Garthma's bony finger jabbed. Letsh see if ah remembuh where ah put mah quill and ink Gott rummaged through his pockets. Healing potions.. sleeping potions... ah here it ish, black ink. At about halfway through the paperwork Gott's stomach rumbled. Gah mah tummeh ish hungery, that wooden bird looksh soh tasty. Ah wonder whats fah dinnuh.

Prah had been paying attention to this class. She was actually enjoying a class for one. Seeing almost all of the males in the class have some trouble, as Jazen walked over to them, and started stuttering, or get nervous. She was just sitting there watching, trying not to laugh at some of the people reactions to the teacher. Hearing the new assingment, she decided to do it, as she liked this one class.

On her paper she started writing:

Afraid of: Cats, water, Bow, and arrows, Big things that can fly, her mother, her clan.

Angry: People who think she is a blood thirsty killer, stereotypers.

Opposite gender: Nothing. She turned the paper over, hoping that no one else saw what she wrote.

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Varnis had looked at the teacher like she was crazy when she asked for them to write down their fears, what makes them angry, and what part of the opposite gender the like. Shaking the thought out from his head, he took out a peice of paper, and started to write.

Fears: Garreth, Silver; when she is mad, Loosing Raiden, lightning, bandits.

Angry: People who think that being able to move fast is not a good skill, some one who kills for no reason, Hiro.

Opposite gender part: Eyes.

He wrote that on the paper, then turned it over. Thinking some, he flipped it back over and quickly wrote in Namen hating me. in the fears section. Before flipping it back up side down.

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Cyrus nodded at what the teacher was saying. Up until then he'd thought she was full of herself and behaving strangely, but what she was saying actually made perfect sense now. Like the candy darts he wanted to make. You enticed the opponent with something sweet that looked tasty, it was the nasty, razor sharp weapons within that were the real objective to get into the opponent.

"Hmm, this lady may have more than just killer looks after all." he mumbled to himself and began listing things.

I fear being the center of attention, corrupt authority, I like women's hands mostly... but usually I only see the back side when I'm getting slapped... Cyrus wrote for a couple more minutes, then finishing his list he walked up to the front and handed in his paper. "That was a very informative lecture Miss Na'Idori. Thank you." Then he turned to leave and look for the weapons class. He still didn't know his weapon group, but he figured he'd get assigned one when he arrived.

Frederick gave a friendly nod to Naomi when she entered and sat down next to him. His face had dimmed in brightness after the teacher had walked away. Her words calmed him down even more, clueing him in a little that her attentions had been more of a demonstration then anything else. Still, he thought, she sure knows how to demonstrate!

After hearing the assignment, he pulled out a piece of paper and started writing with his writing stick.

My fears: The supernatural, losing a freind or family member, failure

What makes me angry: Being unfairly judged, being deceived, bullying

Favorite parts of the opposite gender: Hands, eyes.

Having finished, Frederick turns the paper over and waits for the teacher to collect it.

Falco finishing his list handed it in and left with no words exchanged.

Forza was on his third page and continuing his list. He hasn't even reached the point to list what makes him angry.

Jazen took papers and noticing that Frederick left his on his desk, she sauntered to the desk and said, "You may go now... Frederick." Reading the name off the piece of paper.

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Akakage finished all the items for their weapons. Took him the most part of the day but they didn't lack any quality. He sealed the weapons within a scroll and teleported to his bed room. Taking a quick shower he changed into his normal attire although his scarf was now a crimson red then his black one. Teleporting to the cafeteria he started eating again just to regain some of the energy he lost.

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Teme left Noir in the hands of her master as he searched for Naomi once more. I wonder if she'll want to help in this little plan of ours. Those two won't know what hit them.

Noir entered Xero's room and found him immersed in his own little world. She decided to take a nap.

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Janitor Joe just finished cleaning up the cafeteria when Akakage appeared out of nowhere. "Headmaster, I just cleaned up this mess. Can you tell whoever cause this mess to report to me. I'm going to make sure that I'll make them clean all day tomorrow."

Akakage replied, "Just ignore it. The school has many of tables left. Whoever did it probably won't confess so it's useless. Plus I'm tired."

"Such a troublesome person. You should be issuing discipline to these..." Janitor Joe went on and on but Akakage was ignoring him.

Cyrus looked over his map and finally saw that he'd been assigned to weapons group one... whatever that meant. He decided to first run by the room he'd been assigned and dropped off his bag and the two nails. He'd have to look for the materials for his candy darts later. Taking his two knuckledusters and going ahead and slipping them on, he ran down to the designated area on his map. Looking himself over, he hoped his travelling clothes would be acceptable for weapons practice. He might have to remove his long coat, but the loose shirt and pants he was wearing with the leather belt were what he'd always worn to wrestle with his brother with, and he figured it would be okay for this as well.

William was having trouble thinking of things he was afraid of, So he quickly wrote on his peice of paper:

Afraid: nothing I can think of.
Angry: losing a fight, people who hate others for who they are, and watching a person in pain
parts of opposite gender: Why do you need to know this?

He picked up his things and left the room heading stright to weapons class. He took out his map, and looked for the training grounds, beside were they were he had written WG one. Weapons group one...I wonder were we meet.