Welcome to Gaia! ::

Renge walked down the main hall with a disgusted sigh. Great! I hate the first day of school! He thought idly, bumping into other students as he walked without stopping. At least I only have one more year of this place. That's a plus. With one more sigh for good measure, Renge bound up the right stairs with little trouble, heading down the hall of lockers. He stopped at his locker, spun the lock then began to dig into his locker.

Renge leaned back in his desk's chair, sighing once again. Boring...I wish there was something to do besides go to class! He thought again, looking out the window idly. Creatures filled the seats around him, but he didn't notice. Not that he cared what they were. All of them were weak compared to him anyway so why take the time to notice?

"Alright class! Settle down." The teacher, Ms. Venom, said over the commotion. "This is class, not a social hour!"

"Please have a seat." Ms. Venom said firmly, seemingly agitated about the tardy. Brushing it aside, she looked back at the class. "Very well. We will start the introductions and everyone must tell something about themselves. I am Ms. Venom and I am a Naga. I am also a sorceress when I am not teaching." She looked over the room then pointed towards Renge. "We will start with you. What is your name." Renge rolled his eyes in irritation then stood, shoving one of his hands in his pocket coolly.

"I am Renge. I am a demonic warrior in training here." He stated, sitting down instantly.

Whispers began to fly through the room the moment he spoke his name. Most of them consisted of the word "half-breed". However none of it seemed to bother Renge as he began to chew on his pencil.

Slowly Ms. Venom made her way around the room, most of the students not caring. Renge stared up at the ceiling in boredom.

"Now your turn. What is your name?" Ms Venom asked, pointing towards Sin. Renge's ears perked up but he continued to stare at the ceiling.

Ms. Venom seemed unaffected by Sin's apparent rudeness. She merely sneered back at the girl then continued on with her lesson. Renge turned back to his thoughts, pretending idly to be enthralled in his book. However his mind kept turning back to new images that tickled his brain.

The rest of class continued on as normal. Renge talked only when spoken to and used as little words as possible. When asked for his opinion, he merely shrugged. The moment the bell rang, Renge gathered up his books, shoved his hand in his pocket then headed out the door.

Renge felt something nudge him as another student passed him. Slightly irritated, he noticed instantly that it was that Sin girl from class. I suppose that even my final year here will never change, he commented to himself as he reshoved his hand in his jeans pocket then continued on his way to class, kind of looking foreword to his next class. upon stepping into class after the bell rang, he threw his bag on the teacher's desk.

"Welcome to class, everyone." He stated, moving to lean on the desk casually. "I am replacing Mr. Bone today to get credit in a college course." He slipped back until he was sitting fully on the desk. "You all know me as Renge, so don't pull this mister crap."

Renge conducted class as easily as if he had been doing so his whole life. A couple of times during the class, a student or two decided to throw a piece of paper at him while another threw a book. Renge had been reading out of a book when the paper took flight, but he raised his hand, never missing a beat in his reading. The paper vanished into flames. The book had soared during his brief moment of writing on the board. Again Renge raised his hand and the book froze in mid-air then darted back onto the desk of the student, open to the correct page. He never said a word about either incident.

"Alright class." Renge announced, closing his book with a thump. "I am to announce that school is relieved a bit early today, so now you are free to return to your homes or your dorms. Class dismissed."

As the class rose and began herding out of the classroom, Renge leaned against the desk and slung his bookbag over his shoulder, waiting for the crowd to leave.