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Tori had been relaxing in her room when she had gotten the text message from Caelius as she had been wondering where he had been dead or not, but appararently he wasn't. None the less she had quickly left her room and headed to the classroom as quickly as she could. While getting to the classroom she had gotten lost on the way and was late, as she quietly slipped into the room to hear what Caelius was talking about.

Hearing about the missions that were for fullfledged hunters that they were going to be going on and she did have to wonder to why they were but then she thought that it was just another way of killing them off as she did remember that they were useless to Caelius and she did want to prove him wrong one day.

She had been quietly listening to all that had been said around and she did have to wonder who this Allen was that had been sleeping as Caelius had been talking and now was awake and wanting them to were these black robes and she was total confused by it but she wasn't going to say no to not to wearing it since he was a division leader and so she had quickly put her own robe on and still wondered to why they were wearing it and to why Allen was calling them death gods. Tori felt aquard wearing it but at least she had remembered on how to wear one of these robes.

"Tch." He didn't spare Jude a second glance. Everything was pissing Otto off that day.

But then a weapon was pointed at his head. Otto's tune changed, ever slightly. He swallowed his pride, muttered a curse or two, and begrudgingly got changed.

The material felt stiff and itchy, kind of thin. He hated it. Then again was there anything Otto didn't hate?

Apparently the guns that were in otto's and Rep's face said Yes.

With a hefty sigh the boxer went through the motions of removing clothes down to his jockstrap and donned the pleated pants and cloth vest with as much stoicness as he could muster.

"At least its better than being forced to wear a Unitard."

that was the only silver lining that leon had to hold onto.

Ofelia hated telephones, or rather she hated cellphones because dammit OFELIA DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO WORK A DAMN CELLPHONE. When it had started buzzing at her she threw it against the wall (that always made the buzzing stop) and went to get it, figuring out that she needed to read what it said and get going. It mentioned a room and meeting and WHO THE ******** WAS CAEL-WHATEVER AND HOW DID HE HAVE HER NUMBER? Cellphones were still this super magical beast that Ofelia didn't want to learn just yet so she stomped around enough that she was late into the room, only catching the tail end of what the man said before he left.

". . . . . Okidokie. Ah totally missed whatever that was, okay." She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular but her voice was loud anyway, and then she stopped talking when people apparently decided it was time to talk about clothes and weapons and whatever else was going on she had no idea.

So she just sort of stood near the doorway and tapped her foot, her flip-flop making a loud THACKING noise as it struck the floor and then her toes in a random order. People, where the hell did all these people come from anyway? Just how big was this club?!

HOLY CRAP THAT DUDE WAS ARMED. Which was, in retrospect, rather obvious - of course they all had weapons, but they didn't normally whip them out in the middle of class.

(Snerk.)

Madison quickly pulled off her coat and put the costume on over the rest of her normal clothing, sighing to herself even as Kouki went off on some rapturous tangent about spirits of death or whatever the hell. Then she sat down again with a thump.

Michael had very nearly not come to this meeting when he recived the text, mysterious messages with no info was on the 'candy from strangers' spectrum for him but luckily he had eventually remembered the name Caelius from when he'd first woken up. He hadn't remembered the details about what was said about him however. So when Caelius finally dained to speak up whilst Michael lurked like a creeper in the back of the room he found himself a little bit shocked.

Missions for them that where normally meant for fully grown hunters? Research? An attitude that screamed his wish to slowly watch them die? What the f-

<<Class three missions sound epic.>>

You shut it. It's my body on the line.

<<Hey you do know I'm screwed as well if you di- UNHOLY FRIGGIN JACK WHAT WAS THAT>>

Nuucha's reaction also pretty much the same as Michaels as he stood there gapping at Allan as he sliced through the fricking table. And then epic-bro fisted and apparently started speaking in code or some s**t.

When the man introduced himself as the Sun Division Leader through coat and words all Michael could think was Thank God I'm in Moon. Because that craziness? There was no way he would be able to stand it for long. (One could tell from this he'd yet to have major exposure to Jullie yet.)

His look as he took his coat and tried to figure out what a Shinigami and a Hallow where could be generously described as weirded the hell out.

Well...Bix was certainly in his element. Gale resisted the very strong urge to facepalm, gave Otto a cheeky a smile as he could manage, then ducked behind the albino hunter. He grabbed a set of robes, took off his coat, and proceeded to follow Jordan's example by just sticking the new "uniform" on over his current clothes.

"Nah, take those ghetto white coats off, we are shinigami, bonded together by our power to protect the world from invaders. When you get as cool as me and learn you powers from within then we'll talk about getting you a captain's robe okay, bro?"

Rather satisfied at his inspirational speech, Allan began to move to the next trainees victims, the ones who were in partial confrontation with Simon. He crossed his arms and stood next to his assistant. "You heard your supervisor, there is no time to be shy about this, we got a whole mission waiting for us." A thoughtful pause, as he suddenly put one fist to the palm of his hand. "I got it, I will sing to you, the song of the shinigami, to motivate you to battle. Have no fear, wear your uniform with pride."

Without another word, Allan began to sing rather loudly, something in a voice that no grown man should ever try outside of the bathroom shower. "If you wanna see some action, gotta be the center of attraction." It didn't take long for his singing to be accompanied by a bit of dancing. "Make sure that they got their eyes on you like a face that you see on every magazine, YEAAAAAAAAAAH."

The singing just got worse and worse.