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Rep BLINKED as Cael spoke, listening up in silence for what he had to say, trying very hard to file away what they were being told into his brain. It wasn't a successful endeavour, he wasn't sure what the ******** class three missions were, nor why they were life threatening, were there class two missions?



They had to /write/ s**t. Man that'd be... complicated. He wasn't used to writing more than a few sentances tops, school had been a long and arduous sequence of skiving off. He was jolted out of these thoughts by the table slam and the resulting tantrum, actually laughing out loud as Caelius vanished into the hallway. The men threw titty tantrums here like women. <...> Tracey was told to shut up before he butted in

"Hahaha someone's on the ******** rag." he snorted to himself before turning his attention to what the girls were up to.

"Shove him off the chair, that'll ******** wake him up." he volunteeered.

And then Caelius was pretty much an a** to them all, and left. Typical. And then they were all trying to wake up the sleeping Allan. "Maybe we should poke him with something sharper," Tedan suggested, fingering the keychain that Arda was hanging on.

Madison tried not to gasp audibly at Caelius' words. Highly life threatening? Well... it's not like she hadn't known. The mental image of the zombie Hunter from the Sahara mission crept treacherously through her mind. Urgh...

We will meet the challenge, Kouki said, confidently. If we go together, we will not fail!

I hope you're right, she thought back, turning her focus back to Caelius. She would not be useless baggage. No. Hell no-

... Ugh. As Caelius left the room, Madison's head hit the table with a soft thunk. She'd let the other trainees play wake-up duty for right now. Ugh ugh ugh.

He lived. Hells bells, this was bad.

Leon may have run a little bit too far away from the main compound when the text blipped in his earpiece and cut off the music that was setting his pace. The chainsaw wielder huffed to a slow, shambling walk before grasping at the rude cell phone to find out what the alert was. A text, just a text from Cael.

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It didn't take the brown haired hunter long to sprint back towards Deus and cut his training short. "s**t s**t s**t, what damn timing!" he swore under his breath as he wizzed back into the secure main entrance and over to his dorm, the sanctuary from the others and the new, luxurious vest that awaited the proper time for adornment. The new embroidery and pleasing arch of branches that seemed to reach to the sky was something special in his eyes. However there was no time to adore it as the man ran back out to head to the infamous meeting room.

And past a grumbling, ranting and seething blur of the pissypants himself. "Well that can't be good." he muttered quietly and entered the room and its variety of people. And the redhead that stole his seat.

My seat. MY SEAT. The moody puncher could feel his eye twitching in irritation as he walked behind the chair stealer. He had to remember Killzone's lesson to not punch all the things.

"You're in my seat." came the low, grumbly reply of the brunette life hunter, standing tall behind the ginger and his jaw set in place.

Pleasantries and information could wait, his spot at the table could not.

Rep was still looking amused as he watched the people harassing the hell out of Allan, but that smirk froze like ice on his face as he clenched the hand he'd been drumming on the desk into a fist, gritting his teeth as he looked over his shoulder.

"Your seat?" he snarled. "I don't see your ******** name on it. Or wheels."

Cold eyes glared into the crown of the orange reddish pissant and he felt his knuckles crack and pop with the act of it tensing up into a fist of pain. But the punches didn't happen yet as Leon opened his mouth to speak again.

"Your right, my name isn't on it." he said in a simple tone, shrugging at the flaw in his logic of seat claiming. "And there are no wheels, but you know what else isn't on there?" he asked without a hint of malice on his face until the sneer manifested himself and the vest fluttered off his side.

"Your a** in about two seconds."

And didn't give no warning as the built boxer lifted the chair and swung the red headed trainee right out of it, and conveniently toward the sleeping guest in the room. with the seat free and the chair still firmly in grasp, did Leon set that chair back down gingerly and place his rear on it and his coat on the section of the desk that came with it, proudly showing off the recent promotion item. "So with that out of the way; Hey everyone, what did Superior Caelius wanted to inform us about?" came the casual greeting to the others.

He didn't just throw a guy across the room at all.

At approximately 9.50am Reine Walker was still in bed, sound asleep, because she'd only gone to bed four hours ago. Sometimes she wondered why her sleep schedule hadn't gotten more normalised, but it was just so hard to go to sleep anytime before at least 3am.

Not even the message could wake her up, but that was why she'd set it to vibrate forever until she actually picked it up- and when she finally did, about two minutes later, the shock had her tumbling off her bed, still bundled up in her blankets- had she seen right, was the sender really...

Caelius.

He was alive. The life trainee spent another precious minute or two simply staring at the screen, clutching her phone and sniffling, practically tearing up. Was it really him, or maybe some kind of terrible joke, maybe some hacker had gotten into the system... no, it had to be him. It was only then that she thought to read the message itself...

Five minutes. Welp.

Struggling out of the mess of blankets, Reine changed as quickly as she could, brushing her hair but not bothering to tie it- there was simply no time, not if she wanted to get to the classroom, after all now Caelius was back she had to impress him, and that meant being punctual, if not early.

At the speed she was running, Reine might have been actually early, if she hadn't turned a corner and crashed straight into another trainee, running in the opposite direction. Before she knew what hit her he'd dragged her back up on her feet, his hand in a death-grip around her wrist, and she barely registered the friendly smile on Justin's face before he was dragging her with him.

There was as much panicked flailing as Reine could manage, look, Justin, they were going to be late, her inner timer was counting down the seconds to 10am, when they were expected to be there, and the life trainee was almost hyperventilating.

"It's okay, I know a shortcut, trust me I've done this instance like a billion times, we just need to--"

He wheeled around and looked at her very seriously, then pulled his phone out and quickly texted something, before stowing it away again and staring at her expectantly.













After getting over the initial 'yes I am so ready to punch your face in', she took a deep breath and texted back 'ready', okay, now could they go, seriously, it was 9.59am and there was no way they were going to make it on time, she was this close to tears thanks to Justin.

By the time they finally made it to Classroom 201A they were fifteen minutes late and there was a radical change in Reine's demeanor; she was clutching the back of Justin's jacket meekly in an attempt to hide.

Please no one notice she was late, please, especially not Caelius, pleaaaase.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! GUYS GUYS!"

Seeing things break out, Deryk promptly began to flail about.