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Kieran turned her head to the doorway opening to the upper level. The white haired boy that walked in seemed to be a little worse for wear for how nervous he was, but the long braided girl smiled and nodded her head.

"Yes, this is her class. The fight is about to be over. Come take a seat if you'd like," she said, patting the seat next to her.

Another boy entered, this one staying silent as he watched below, and she ignored him for now.

Her head turned to her classmate she had been previously talking to and smiled after laughing slightly. "Sense of direction plagues many, do not be alarmed. Mine has been more fortuitous. I have sparred with the boy down in the ring and won the fight, and I have spoken to many. It seems I will be happy here."

Kieran jerked suddenly when the teacher's voice boomed throughout the auditorium and even more so when the first person to reply to it spoke of murder. Her mind flashed back to the very blade she carried swinging down onto the necks of many men, and she cringed inwardly. That was her duty, however, it was not murder. It was not murder. It was not murder.

The chant ended when she finally blinked abruptly and stood, going towards the railing and peering downward. "I am Kieran," she said swiftly. "I have fought since I was very young and have not lost a match in over eight years." Was that enough? She rather hoped so.
 
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The admittance of Birdie's taking of human lives sort of annoyed him. She wore it like a badge on her shoulder. Josiah deep down didn't care for her own killings. He had no moral high ground. He killed as well. He wouldn't speak of it, not like that disrespectful way. Deep down Josiah didn't want to admit that the battle that brought those death invigorated him.
Every time he fought, was it him holding back--cause he didn't want to kill anyone again. Maybe. However it was still in his mind somewhere. The taboo nature of taking a life. Of feeling blood on one's hands and proclaiming in your mind 'I'm done, I won'. Somewhere along the lines he wondered who was to be killed. What gave him the power to kill. Was it freedom.

Freedom was a strange thing. To go about one's will how they wanted. They needed power to go about it. The will. The will to control. Josiah froze at the thought. He realized his slow disconnection growing. He need a release from it. The fighting was not helping. No. Not at all. Where was the warm lap that he desired, the stroking of a simple head pat. The boy daydreamed about it, about Bryn. About the happy place he needed to go to.

Josiah kept to himself for the duration of the introductions. He listened to them and listened. Once he learned of Kieran's undefeated streak he tensed. There he wondered if he was in a different league of folks well beyond his own ability. It took a bit of a hit on him. More on his ego. He skulked into his books once more. Reading on the more useless barrier manipulation info. Stuff that didn't concern him. He needed to be stronger. This wasn't cutting it. It wasn't doing anything. Josiah couldn't do anything in his mind. He sighed as he rested his leg and tried to not use as much.

He weakly chuckled at the predicament. Murders. Killers. Students. And the deranged and deformed. Where was he really. Was he in a school or a quarantined area of the world for monsters like him?
Josiah stayed his introduction. And focused on the literature..and a slow drink from his flask. The good medicine. You don't need to feel to read. Or to learn. As he put away his flask, his phone popped from his pocket. 7 missed calls. He cycled through the pictures of hieroglyphs and dig-sites. Then came upon his most precious picture. He stayed on the picture, and nested the phone on his lap. in the nook of his book and legs. He felt the glow and meaning behind the picture as he read on...staying silent and disconnected from the class.

It was a picture of Bryn and him. A casual picture of tenderness. If it was small smile, or any sign of emotion--it was there. Josiah's subtle shift kept him going, but it did not remove the weakness that lied in his heart.


Somewhere there was a layer of force crushing his heart. With a vice like grip. The boy read on



 

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Cass crossed her arms, clearly satisfied with the response she received. Breathing out harshly, her skin changed into a more normal color as her aura receded into herself, a small spittle of blood coming from the wound on her abdomen. "Gaaaahhh.... Feels so good to let loose sometimes. What feels even better is the response I get..." She stretches her arms behind her head and groans, popping a couple joints before continuing. "Well, it seems the little one was good and fair enough to give me a decent class..." She looked over to Birdie and lightly bopped her head as she turned to the other students.

"No. Bad little psychopath." Cass had a somewhat stern look in her eyes, but she obviously wasn't scolding Birdie. "Don't get me wrong, crushing the life out of your opponent is a great rush, but only in a fair fight. If it's horribly shifted in your favor, there's no point. You're only pleasuring yourself at that point. Wouldn't you rather a mutual life-or-death struggle where either you or your opponent could die at the slightest mistake?" She shrugged and frowned. "If someone or something can't kill me, then I don't kill it. No fun in harm that can't harm back."

That said, she gets into a rope and jumps high enough to snag the microphone cord, climbing back into the rafters and crossing her legs to hang upside down. "Excellent response, class~! At least most of you responded. I suppose I'll wait on the rest. So let's go over some stuff." She points to Kieran and shakes her head. "No unwarranted boasting. That ruins your next fight. If you had sparred with me instead of Josiah, even with your blade, you'd have lost simply because of that." She crosses her arms and she continued to hang upside-down. "Rather than knowing your opponent's abilities, know your own to your fullest extent. If you are missing a detail in your own ability, no matter how sure you are in your power, you will lose. In the fights we're going to be doing, you'll be severely injured or killed."

She then looks to Alyona, smiling softly. "Aha, my idea of you was correct, it seems." She clenches a fist and outright grins. "Unpolished gems are my favorite. Those are the ones that are the most likely to listen when you say things. That's the kind of student you all need to be." She shrugs and crosses her arms once again. "No matter how sure you are, there's always something to be learned. Keep that in mind, and you'll be fine here. You have to follow my orders as well, technically... But I'm sure you all can do that well. Technically a repeat of before, but a few of you I'm sure need this pounded into your heads." She shoots a sly grin to Kieran as she said that, then clears her throat.

Before she could speak again, Sami wandered in, making Cass raise her eyebrows and hum curiously. 'Right when I compliment her, this happens... Damn it, Alice... You let Aeryn talk you into this, didn't you... I can see her saying it already...' Cass rolled her eyes and tossed the papers to the ground, hopping out of the rafters and onto her feet, standing in front of the fence that prevented people from falling to the ring. "Well, then... Sami. I hope you have some kind of ability that allows you to actually fight. Otherwise, I'll have to send you to Damon. Guy's prolly got a thing for those kinds of girls, anyways..." She shrugs and leans back against the fence, closing her eyes. "You will probably be sparring with the other students, and eventually the monstrous creatures out there, and I'm not going to go easy on you because of your condition. You'll be given time to heal any wounds, then tossed back into the ring right as you're good and ready. Same with the rest of you." She looks around to the students, nodding. "There wont be many breaks or leeways or headstarts given. No privileges. Everyone is the same status in here." She points to the door and grins, quite a sinister look in her eyes. "Last chance to drop out and switch..."

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Kieran felt the bop on her head and she frowned. She had no idea what she was doing or what she was being too serious about. Well, she thought, I am always very serious when it comes to fighting. And this is a class, why would I not be serious? She fumbled the answer over in her mind as the new student remarked on showing her ability. Kieran wondered what the girl could do seeing as she was already debiilitated, but as the Lithuanian was open minded, she watched earnestly.

The sandy brown girl's talk of killing, and then the white haired girl's response to that, was tiresome. It was getting to Kieran, but she still said nothing. She simply watched. She was no less intruigied about the physical 'class' of aura than anyone else it seemed. It was strange to be speaking of something they all thought were anomolies in the world to find out they were one themselves. She shook her head slightly and continued to watch below her. Analyzing everyone was her first priority. Then, with her ability, she would know exactly what they could do and how they worked. Knowing that bit of knowledge, she could discern if she had any chance of beating them or not.
 
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Despite not being okay with outright murder, Cass could feel herself liking Birdie slowly. Girl had a sense of humor, and that was something Cass loved to toy with. Maybe she'd buy the girl some lunch after they'd beaten the living tar out of each other sometime, who knew? For now, the educator's eyes were trained on Sami, discerning what her abilities were. However, her smile dropped when she spoke, making her sigh exasperatedly.

"Guuuhhh... Listen to me when I talk to you kids..." She knocks her knuckles on the side of her head and groans. "I realize you have a physical disability, but you didn't point out you couldn't hear, either... That'll make things difficult..." She rolls her eyes and leans back, breathing deeply before speaking loudly. "I said to come at me, not to brace yourself for attack! I can't gauge out what I have to teach ya if I have no idea what you're capable of, seriously..." She rubs her forehead and shakes her head. "Anyways, that unpleasantness aside, please follow orders next time..." She shrugs comically and pouts to Sami. "Please? I'll be ever so happy if you do~"

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