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"FINE. I HOPE YOU DIE IN A ******** FIRE AS WELL."

WHAM. CRUNCH.

Mark visibly cringed as he watched his Boss-man, err, woman threw the cell phone halfway across the room. He, err she as well, waited and counted slowly, very slowly, to ten. One.... two....three... Okay so far so good. "So um, sir should I go and dispatch those-"

"Mark."

The Death assistant straightened visibly, or tried to as much as her you know, new assets would let her. It would be more funny and hilarious if it wasn't just flat out depressing. God she hated her life. God she hated everyone. She hated herself for thinking about the Tesseract in the first place. And most of all she hated-

"Do you think I ask too much of everyone?" Cael(ina) had both hands buried in their hair that was ironically, not as long as how (s)he had kept it a year ago as (s)he gave her assistant that sort of look. "I like to think of everything I do as fair, and I've told people time and again, if they have a request, I am always there to listen, they just need to understand I am a busy person and-"

-"Sir um," Mark(ette) quickly interrupted, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, as it had the last five times this morning. She hated herself little a little more. Why was she so stupid. Diet coke and caffeine really? "The longer we wait here, the less time we will have on this class B mission. Here, why don't you use my cell phone and ah, text the groups to meet you on the training field?" Very tentatively, as slowly and quietly as possible, Mark(ette) offered her undamaged cell phone.

There was a long pause as Cael(ina) reached for the cell phone, giving her assistant only one of her usual stares. Slowly, she began texting away. "Mark."

"......Yes?" Cringe.

"I DON'T ******** APPRECIATE YOU TELLING ME WHAT TO ******** DO."

BAM. CRASH.

Thankfully, trainees still got a text to them that very afternoon:

Ami showed up promptly on time and slid into the room sluggishly. She didn't really WANT to be here. All she wanted was to curl up on her bed and go to sleep.

But a mission was a mission, and here she was. Same placid, judgmental look as always. She wasn't a big fan of these enormous knockers (THEY GOT IN THE WAY SO MUCH), since she was used to having a solid B cup, but oh well. She could get over it.

Her dresses were a bit ... snug though.

Personally, Saya just wanted to be anywhere but here.

Looking. At. Caelius.

And Saya's ill-fitting clothes.

She had really considered skipping out on this mission, but the Asian in her wouldn’t let her she just couldn’t. Wilson slowly walked toward the room, crossing her arms in an attempt to hide her huge knockers when it kind of sort of just emphasized them instead. She silently thanked herself for constantly wearing loose, baggy hoodies, though she couldn’t say the same for her shorts (tightened with a belt, at least).

:C Wilson just wanted to go back to Gale’ house and eat chocolate and sob and play Monopoly, but no. Not even the sight of a female Caelius with big boobs couldn’t soothe her.

But okay it was still pretty amusing.

She took the nearest empty seat she saw and shifted uncomfortably in it. Big boobs. How do they work??

Kostya inched towards Mimsy, unsettled by how many people were around.

She wrung her hands, glad that the medicine had finally kicked in a while ago.

"I am not liking these looks," she said quietly to the Life trainee, worry covering her face.

What a first week.

And then suddenly there was a really cranky looking Sasha, wearing this, mouthing moving as she silently mumbled words that looked suspiciously like 'grace and candor' - her arms were crossed over her ample bosoms, dark brows lowered menacingly.

As a lady should.

"Hello, Candace-chan. Yes. Yes he did. Allan." Her lips formed a flat line as she fussed with the ribbon around her neck. "And kawaii kitsune H-chan," Sasha spit out, "might be floating around here frickin' magically too. Did you know that Allan wears pink panties when he's a woman? I sure didn't."

Back to frowning forever.

Deryk(ina) would have been happy to just stay on the couch in the commons hiding under his blanket all day. The previous texts regarding capturing Dakota and stuff were ignored. He didn't want to deal with that. No. There were other issues. But then there was a call for a mission that he could not ignored. No. Not unless he wanted to face the wrath of Cael.

And so he slowly sauntered to the classroom, clutching his chests as they were bouncing too much. His eyes were read and over all he looked pretty damn unhappy right now.

Once he got in, he just huddled away in the back.

He almost didn't notice that Cael had quite a rack now. Oh god. Cael had boobs. And so did everyone else it seemed. Big boobs.