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The bell rang for the next class, and Will grumbled himself into the classroom for Creative Writing. The food had energized the American a bit, but wasn't enough. Will found himself needing sleep.

The assignment for the class, which he could start in class, was to write something creative, for lack of a better description in Will's mind. He wondered what Odin was preparing for interviews for those who were called. He started writing when the teacher caught him dazing off into space. "Just wondering why this class is slow. Must be the creativeness of the mind," Will muttered. Unfortunately, the teacher heard him, but Will didn't care.

He ended up starting a short dark story on mutants fighting against each other in a war, where they were only regarded as tools and nothing spectacular besides that... and many bloody deaths.

((*cough* Idea from Skreemer's story in a way))

"They've got plenty of heavy-duty vases and small tables... those would work." Tess mumbled. He glanced to the hand before looking back to the door they were waiting at. "Tess Reynalds." he muttered, not shaking the others' hand. "I wonder if he can cut it short. I'm ditching classes today, anyways, so it's not like I need much of an excuse."

"Not everyone is born with a will to sit in classes every day. Some of us just like learning on our own time. Besides... I don't think anyone can focus with a high temperature and sporadic dizzy spells. And the Medical Ward would catch me in a heartbeat if I went to class. Heck, I'm surprised they aren't here to carry me off and tie me down to a bed." Tess shrugged slightly with a sigh, leaning against the wall beside the door. "I guess I never learned how to take care of myself whenever I got sick."

Erensii gave a short 'hmph' under his breath in amusement at Will's response to the Creative Writing teacher. He was short on ideas, but still he tried to brush over an old story he had thought of. Rapidly, though, that went nowhere and he resigned to simply brainstorming.

Another person I know next to nothing about. No name, no powers, no nothing. It's disconcerting. Observing for a brief moment, he turned back to his paper and pen and tried to think of something to write. He had soon the outline of what could be a midrash, a little tale meant to convey a message. But as the minutes passed he could think of little else to write on, and so just sat and touched up what he had.

Zahzi nodded, and walked in. As he was told, he sat down, and then looked at Odin.
"First student council? That's an odd thing to say..." he said, scratching the back of his head.

"Short version, I'm taking in all your requests and ideas to see what you want to do in terms of training and social activites. I'm sure you're keen to voice any ideas you may have so far and I want to try and get you all working together." He said, reclining in his seat. Munin went over to Tess and laid his great head on the boys lap, looking for sympathy.

"...So correct me if my summary is flawed..." Zahzi said with a sigh.

"We're here just to critique the schooling..? Not to be questioned for some wierd reason??" he asked, tilting his head.

"...Oh, and the Cafeteria and their meals confuse me...I cannot for the life of me pronounce most of those things..."