Trad – Practice Following instructions, Trad went to drop his gear off at a nearby bench. Grabbing hold of his shield and undoing his strap everything detached from him. He took another moment to look at his shield before gently setting it down. He strolled over to the obstacle course saving his energy for what lie ahead. Trying to mentally prepare himself he watched the first few in line go, then closed his eyes and imagined himself doing the same. Pulling himself over the bars, walking the beams, climbing the rope, he felt pretty confident in his abilities. The time came, he was up. Looking at his running partner he gave a quick two-finger wave before readying himself. He took a good deep breath, and was off. First log was a quick hurdle and nothing more. The pull up bars took little effort as well, Trad’s strength was more than capable of pulling himself over. The next two obstacles went the same, but pushing down the bar line Trad noticed he was going a bit slower than the other had. This unfortunately didn’t change when he came to the balance beam. Taking it slowly he only came close to falling a few times, but was able to catch himself. Next he did a quick swing over the log and hurdled over the next. After a quick running start Trad leaped and pulled himself over the wall with minimal effort. The next few obstacles weren’t much trouble either, then came the many hurdles. Trad only too late realized he needed a solid run before he could leap them like before. Humiliatingly the norseman slowly climbed over each one, cursing himself on each one. After finally getting over the final log, he sprinted full speed to the rope not wanting to lose any more time. Grabbing a hold he climbed like a maniac to the top. After reaching the top he slid down, his gloves keeping his hands from burning. Hitting the ground he let out a “Damn” under his breath, though it was still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. He walked to the instructors awaiting to hear his results.

It seemed that she would never be able to shake the nickname Victor had stuck on her, well not at this stage anyway. After awhile, he would probably get sick of calling her it and just call her Rayna; well, hopefully he would. Giving him a quick wave upon exiting class, she turned and looked around, trying to find someone who was even remotely mentioning survival. That didn't seem to be the case so she resigned to using the map on her scroll which did seem a tad outdated. Nevertheless, it led her to a run-down building that other students seemed to be entering as well. Surely this isn't the Survival classroom, right? Rayna expected some sort of high-tech facility but this place was surprising her at every turn. Moving into the run-down building, she raised an eyebrow when the last person disappeared through the window. Frowning, she approached a piece of paper on the table and read through it, raising another eyebrow at it. This place really was designed to confuse and surprise. Taking a piece of the metal specified in the instructions, she took a look over the plans again before following out precisely what they said. Taking off into a run, she chucked the piece of metal at the window and a second later, she followed it hesitantly. Within an instant, she was transported to a camp that looked more befitting of a survival classroom. Landing with a half-roll, half-collapse, she sat on the ground and surveyed the area before getting up and dusting herself off. This was going to be interesting.

What Daniel was not wondering about was whether or not something would try to step on him. His attention was caught when a girl yelled, "Watch out" and Daniel jumped back when a sword landed only a few inches away from him. Then came the uninvited weight on his shoulder when that girl placed her foot on his shoulder, causing him to fall due to the unsupported weight. Daniel was lucky enough not to get cut on her sword when he fell, and her introduction as Sarina only served to annoy him further. "I'm fine, thanks for asking," Daniel said, irritated. Then Daniel asked a question that one should probably never ask a girl, "Do you realize how heavy you are?" Daniel was not aware of what he had just asked at first, and when he realized, he was too annoyed to care.

Pavel chuckled at some of the landings, some of which were done well, others not so well. A cloaked student walked up to him, confusion on his face, "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." The student asked. Pavel took off his gas mask and hooked it on his belt, "What we all just jumped through is an anomaly called a Teleport. These anomalies I keep mentioning are 'rifts where the laws of physics and nature are bent and broken'." He stated, "Or so say the scientists." Pavel then noticed Sarina come though, the assistant of the good witch named Goodwitch. However, Daniel, was standing a bit too close to her landing path, and was nearly hit. Pavel frowned slightly as the student said something unwise. Pavel walked forth and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Sarina, it is always a pleasure to have you here, although I was not aware you would be joining us. There should be a bottle or two of vodka somewhere if you want a drink." He offered, "And you, young man, I have several tasks for you." He looked at Daniel. Taking his hand off Daniel's shoulder, he started to speak, addressing the entire class. "Now, you all could have chosen a different class. Physical Education, it is good to be fit. Or maybe Combat Practice, to become strong, like bull." He began, "But no, you have chosen my subject, Survival. Your reasons are your own, but here, we are all equal. All trying to survive, yes, some of us are more experienced, but it is the duty of the experienced to help the inexperienced. As I am doing now. He paused. "I have seen soldiers. Trained killers. Fall to the elements. Yes, it is good to be fit, it is good to be strong, but if you do not know how to make a fire for warmth, or gather the right herbs if you are ill, you will die. Today, you will learn how to make a campfire. Now, get some wood. Any kind of wood, it does not matter." He dismissed the class. He began to walk away, towards the river. He stopped and turned around, "Ah! This is not a safe place. There are monsters in the woods, be on your guard." He looked to Sarina, "Sarina, if you would join me." He walked over to the river and sat down on a log, picking up one of the wooden fishing poles on the ground, and cast out his line. He leaned to Sarina, "So, what do you think of the children this year?" Ineko looked at the dirt he was standing on. The Professor said that this was not a safe place, and that 'monsters' roamed the forests. He looked towards the treeline. He could only assume that 'monsters' meant Grimm. Ineko leaned forwards a little and the six drones on his back flew out, hovering in front of him. Ineko mumbled an order in an alien language and the six drones flew up to gain altitude, then out to scout the forest from above. Ineko walked to his fellow classmates, "The Professor suggests that there are Grimm in the forest, despite our relatively easy task, I still think we should group up into small teams. To watch each others backs. Also... Does anyone know how to make a good campfire?" Ineko asked the group of students.

Oswald Connoly- Survival As the professor explained the anomaly that transported the class to their current location, Oswald couldn't help but agree-leave the details to the scientists. As long as they didn't get their organs rearranged-and he imagined going in length intervals was a precaution against that-he didn't care much about the specifics. He felt a bit of pride at Vorosky's speech about survivalism skills being truly lifesaving. He was a bit biased, but Oswald had to agree: survival skills were vital to a Huntsman in the wilderness. Of course, being proficient with your weapon and physically fit were important, but there were other classes that had elements of each involved in them. Survival class was the only place to learn how to survive. The task they were given was a rather simple one, fitting for their first day of class. The early lessons would probably bore Oswald, and be of little service, but being in his physical condition, and with his broken wrist, he figured PE and Practice classes wouldn't fit very well at the moment. Besides, now he had the chances to learn under a professional Huntsman. One of the students suggested staying in groups to cover each other's backs. Oswald liked him already. It was Ineko, the boy with the armored exo-suit. A marvel of technology that put the Unsubtle to shame. Where it lacked the raw power of Marcus's tank, it compensated in versatility and, presumably, ease of operation. A tank typically required a crew of a few people, whereas a suit wasn't nearly as bulky and usually only enhanced the wearer's abilities. "I've got experience with building campfires. For our wood gathering, we're gonna need dry wood. As dry as possible. Get stuff of various sizes, some small bits, some larger logs, and some tinder: bark, leaves, dead grass. Only collect fallen materials: live branches won't burn right, they've got too much moisture. And good thinking on sticking together: erring on the side of caution is often the safest path, even if it might reduce efficiency somewhat. Better to take an extra thirty minutes than to lose a man to an errant Grimm. Or woman." Oswald added the last bit as an afterthought, his rather automatic speech ended promptly.

The class went as expected, most people finishing in record time. Hunters had to be at pique physical prowess, and hunters-in-training weren't exactly exempt from that. An individual's aura would only hold out so long, which meant each hunter required the necessities to fend for themselves instead of relying on what their powers granted them. Durability was a given, but endurance was self taught and hammered in. Approaching the finishing students, Ahriman locked eyes with Sapphire, brows furrowed. "There'll be a time where you have to learn to survive with a wound," he started, tilting his head to the point his antlers blocked a substantial amount of sunlight on her features. Ahriman looked her over more before tapping the pen he held between his fingers along her rib. "Did you know that birds hide any signs of illness or injury until it's too late to treat?" Ahriman mused, arching his eyebrows, "Next time tell me and don't mistake vulnerability for weakness. There's a time and place for that, in the midst of class is not one of those times." Afterwards, Ahriman turned to face the class with a ready smile curling his lips. "I would say I'm impressed if I hadn't expected your already well rounded performance," he spoke, "There are just a few more things I'll need you all to do. Knowing your physical limitations will give me a rundown on what I can do to help in those categories. I also feel most of you assumed P.E. was intended to be a fun class. I can't tell you you're wrong because enjoyment is subjective, unfortunately I do have to squash a few dreams: there will be no dodgeball in my class. The exact details of why will remain hidden, All you need to know is that a few students were injured and the repairs cost a roundabout of a few hundred... thousand lien. "Anyways, before I get side tracked further, you can all take a quick break—get a drink, rest, et cetera. No more than five minutes, then I'll need you all to give me as many push ups, sit ups, and one more lap around the track before we can move on a few other things. I expect at the very least fifty each. Any questions or concerns?" Ahriman turned his attention toward Sapphire as he rounded off his instructions.

Geni Hung - PE With all the techniques Geni applied to his running, he finished in record time, ending up as one of the first few done. He felt no joy from being number one, it was not like elementary school were it was cool to be in first place. Geni sighed and plopped down in the ground, taking in large amounts of air. He hated this feeling at times, running "from something" was different that just running for no good reason. Geni noticed the other students finally hitting the finish line. They were just as beat as he was. He noticed Sapphire within the group of runners. She seemed to be struggling with her injures. Geni wanted to help, although he had barely knew her, he felt that it was his duty. Unfortunately, Geni was clueless in the medical field, he was thought to deal with it, and then he was hit once again. Geni cringed at the thought, that was not the beast way to raise a child. Geni looked back at the teacher when he began to talk. Geni immediately understood what the man meant when he used the bird example. But Sapphire did not hid her injury, it was kind of obvious. Geni shrugged and stood up, scratching his back and stretching his arms high above his heard. Geni groaned when he heard that they would have to run another lap and do push ups and sit ups. Geni had not problem with the last 2, he did those almost every day. Unfortunately, the running part was what Geni had a problem with. Geni quickly got a drink of cold water, and ran back to his former spot. He took a deep breath before breaking into his push-ups. "1,2,3,4,5,6" He went on and on, take shallow breaths as he did so.

Sarina Tala Dei – Survival “I am 124 pounds”she said nonchalantly. She then replied back to Vorosky. “Eh, I need something to do before Music class. After all I am student.” She then stepped down her left foot from Daniel and disembarked from his shoulder. She grabbed Arbiter from the ground and cleaned its tip with a small thin towel stored in her boot and patted Daniel on his back before joining Vorosky near the river reclining her back on a tree. Sarina replied back to Vorosky on his question on the students. Looking at Vorosky, “The students…can fight. Gren is the most combat able in the group. I saw his match today against Indigo. It short detail, it was a very tense fight and impressed me the most out of all the matches I saw. All though…”as Sarina though to herself “Can they survive? That is something that needs to be seen.” Turning her head towards the river Sarina spoke.“Though they don’t equal my class or the seniors” as she was referring to a large group of transfer students all in their 3rd year that she was a part of.

Abel -=- Survival

A campfire? It wasn't something that Abel had experience with, but it struck him as something he could do. A vision flashed in his mind of rubbing sticks together for hours trying to get a spark, and he made a face. Fortunately, he had another way to get sparks. After executing another inclination of his head, almost a slight bow, to Vorosky, Abel held his hand out over the Ampere. An electric charge reached out from his palm, snagged the superconductive weapon, and snapped it into his hand. He gave it a quick twirl to show he meant business and was off. The first obstacle was the river. It was pretty sizable, easily fifteen feet across. Expecting that such a feat was beyond his jumping power and not very anxious to get wet, Abel made a left and continued along the bank upstream. He glanced into the water, and saw willowy, scum-colored waterplants bent slightly by the current. A glint of silver rushed past, but whether it was a fish or trick of the sunlight on water, he couldn't be sure. Then again, he was nearing the edge of the clearing, so the sunlight was very much dappled through the leafy canopy. With a final glance back at the spot where the professor was speaking in low tones to Sarina, he entered the trees. It didn't take long at all to find some firewood. Being the first to get moving, he had first pick of the litter. A veritable smorgasbord of twigs, branches, and leaves were strewn about the ground, just as in any forest. He suspected that the wind might have knocked many of them down, though a couple looked disturbingly like they had been clawed off. Abel grabbed indiscriminately until he happened to take a good look at handful of leaves and remember than leaves were awful fuel; all they did was make smoke. “Hm.” The guardian brushed away the leaves he had gathered, pleased with himself that he'd remembered before turning Vorosky's woodland clearing into a smokescreen. He gathered a couple of branches and a few handfuls of twigs and headed back. He approached one of the blackened, grassless spots where it was clear that a campfire had previously made. A few stamps with his foot flattened the remaining char before Abel dumped his load. He knelt down next to the stack and rubbed his hands together. With his semblance flowing, he reached out to the nearest branch and grabbed hold. Several seconds passed before he could safely conclude that nothing, save a slight tingle in his palms, was happening. Figuring that he wasn't conducting properly, Abel summoned the Ampere and changed into staff mode. Unfortunately, poking the branches with the business end of the Ampere had no effect, either. “Hmm,” he grunted, starting to think his semblance couldn't light fires.

Rowan, Practice Rowan didn't comment on Priscilla's tardiness. Esther had that covered. She turned instead to the end of the course, calling out times. "5 minutes and thirty three seconds, Mr. Fallson, and a shameful 333 seconds it was. If you can stand straight and walk off your injury, I'll allow you to come back when you aren't indisposed. Otherwise, get ready to go again. Ms. Russet, 4:56. Be more dignified, or I'll penalize you time. You'd be dead in the field. Goldstein, 4:30. Mr. Oak, you were mediocre until the hurdles. Then things took a nosedive. 4:59. I'd suggest trying it again." Rowan sighed and closed her scroll, walking toward the fallen Priscilla. Her face was impassive, and her voice calm as she looked down at the girl. "Get up, Ms. Montgomery. Try again." Amaranth, PE "I do have something to prove, but it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you on that weekend dinner." Amy winked, then took a sip of her water and turned away. ####. Push ups. Amy sighed, starting hers reluctantly. To finish as fast as she had, it had taken her a lot of energy. The straight shift to pushups was brutal. She'd be feeling this tomorrow...

Greyson sighed as he watched everyone jump in through the portal in various ways then the professor spoke when everyone got in and what he said was true and it was for that reason that Greyson was here, so he could survive despite being strong. Greyson was glad to have Daniel here with him so that their was at least one familiar face among the group and then Greyson turned to the student that went over and suggested that they form a group. Considering what the professor said about monsters here a group would be the best bet and then she asked if anyone had any experience with campfires and unfortunately Greyson has 0 experience when it came to the outdoors but that was why he was here to learn. He suggested to get dry wood whatever may burn but to avoid using living tree branches so Greyson decided to offer something and say "if we can get it into one pile I could use one of my rounds from my sword, it uses phosphorus rounds so it can easily ignite the wood once we get it" Greyson offered thinking it was a good idea but this was only his input he wouldn't know how to make a fire like rubbing two sticks together and making a spark. Greyson didn't know how to do that so it would stand to reason he would use a different way to do it.

Daniel - Survival

Daniel listened to the instructor as he mentioned something about several tasks and the importance of Survival. He may have only a small amount of experience in survival, of any, but even he knew how to create a fire. At least, creating one his way. "A fire?" Daniel asked, already grinning. "That'll be easy." And it would be; after all, his Semblance could create fire. He went off into the woods and started to gather his own small supply of wood and tinder, completely ignoring someone's wisdom of gathering only the driest wood one could find. All he really did was gather a collection of sticks and the occasional dead branch on the ground. Taking his wood to a location close to the others but far away enough so that his wood would probably not affect them, he placed several sticks in a way as to resemble a traditional fireplace, with the ends of all the sticks meet each other. Then he grabbed a few more sticks from his collection and engulfed his hand with fire, setting the sticks ablaze. Dropping the sticks into his fireplace, Daniel grinned as he had created what appeared to be an actual fire, which was certainly more progress than some people had. "There we go, a fire. Easy as pie," Daniel said.

Sangue Naga - Survival They all needed wood. Thus, Sangue went off to get wood. She collected wood nearby groups of trees, but every time she collected a good amount of sticks, she would continuously drop small amounts of the wood she already gathered. The red-haired woman remained aloof, continuing to collect as much wood as she could with one arm. The woman bit on some of the less dirtier sticks in an attempt to carry more wood. Struggling with the wood she collected, the woman walked back to where she was to put down her share for the Survival group. Sticks slowly fell off of her moderately small collection wrapped within a single arm, though Sangue did not seem to notice this. She soon dropped the sticks from her arm and opened her mouth, letting two sticks add into her small pile. "..." Sangue blinked with her unscarred eye, wondering if she did good enough for a one-armed novice-at-Survival. The woman then realized that she had to make a fire. "..." With a small frown, the woman glanced at her nonexistent second arm before sitting down in front of her small pile of sticks. Picking one stick up, she simply stared at the thing, contemplating on how to make a fire. Thinking of ideas, the woman stepped on one of her sticks as she proceeded to rub it furiously with the stick she held earlier. Her speed may have caused a small spark, but it took her an extremely long time to make a fire. She would eventually make a tiny fire, accidentally burning her finger because she was quite amazed at how someone like her made a fire in the first place. With a burnt finger, she stood still, remaining idle with a small frown. A tiny, tiny fire lived in front of her. Sangue quickly doused her finger in a nearby river before returning to her spot.

Diamond - Physical Exertion

"I shall be waiting, dying of suspense and loneliness until then!" Diamond said theatrically, blowing a kiss in Amy's direction to add a cherry on top. Honestly though, the thought that there would be someone, anyone, who would know of her past and not judge her for it was exhilarating. She was worried half the time what would happen if her past ever seen the light of day. Of course, if the police didn't find it in their investigation, chances were noone ever would, but still, the worry was there.

Now alone, she looked around for a victim. Just because she liked the result of exercising didn't mean she wasn't bored to tears. Usually she listened to music or watched a movie while working out and she made a note to get headphones and one of those shoulder straps for her scroll to keep her occupied in future classes. Right now though, she headed straight for her teammate. "Guess who got herself a date?" she said with the most self satisfied expression on her face.

She never signed up for PE to play games. In fact she liked the condition she was in, and that took effort to maintain. However she never was one to show all of her cards, nor an overachieving rectal alpinist. That's why even though she could and one look at her told that she could, she didn't go too far above the required fifty of each of the exercises.

"Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points?

He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications.

It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better.

The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning.

The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.

Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class

Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'.

Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover.

"Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions."

She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued.

"Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons."

Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course.

"Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times."

Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson.

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Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class

Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start.

Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable.

Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.

Robert Fallson - Practice

Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt.

Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students.

Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him.

His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.

Victor – P.E.

Victor maintained his pace at the back of the pack for the whole 2 miles. He could have done it faster but he would have probably caused a massive crash of some sort, besides forcibly jogging slower wasn’t always bad for him. Arriving back Victor payed close attention to Professor Kore and his evaluations.
Hearing he could have a short break to get a drink, Victor waited in anticipation. When Victor heard that after the break it would involve push ups he started chuckling, trying to suppress it at first, then slowly it got out of hand until he was short of breath and almost falling over.
Push ups! Of all the things! Oh god this is too funny! Robotic prosthesis certainly have their advantages...

Regaining control over himself Victor took a deep breath and sighed. Walking a short distance away he grabbed himself a drink. Once refreshed Victor made his way back and began doing the required sit-ups. Once done, Victor stood up and stretched a little before raising his right – robotic – arm and asked
“Sir? About the push ups? What should I do in my case? I only just got this thing back on so I’m a bit more inclined to keep it there… and my arm isn’t just for decoration, sir.” Victor figured he knew what the Professor would say, but Victor didn’t like to assume.

Priscilla Montgomery. Practice

"Come on, Priscilla... you can do it. Robert has to be watching, you need to do this for him."

Crap. She had to go something about this, she was not going to quit on herself and especially not on her professor. As Priscilla was on the ground, she noticed Rowan telling her to re-do the obstacles again. That made Priscilla want to cry but she simply nodded her head slowly and got up her feet.

Priscilla walked to the start and ran to the obstacle, first jumping the log. That was a success, now the hard part, she reached her hand up grabbing the bar and lifting herself up trying to now show off anything under her battle skirt, it was also successful. Priscilla took a deep breath, already tired as she tied her hair up into a bun, just to make herself more balanced.

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A few minutes later, Priscilla has finally done the obstacle as she rolled on the ground, stopping and looking up at the sky/ceiling.[if they were inside or outside.] She was breathing really heavily but atlas ! She was done. And accomplished. Now she was all dirtied up! Pout pout.

Wood, for campfire... Well, it was a good thing he decided to take Survival, because he was a city kid, he knew almost nothing about surviving in the woods. He decided not to do Practice, or Combat, because he got plenty of that already, the city terrain is possibly one of the most hazardous natural environments to run through after all. Though he has made a 'fire' before... He wasn't really well off in the city, so he can apply some of the knowledge he gained there. Usually people brought something thin and dry, so usually discarded newspapers were used to light a fire. So... Some dry bark? Was this place the kind to have dry back though? Or maybe dry leaves? Everything seemed to be teeming with life, so he suddenly felt like those weren't options. He heard someone mention small sticks too. That might work...? In any case, there were Grimm out there.

"Hmmmm... Should I get a partner? Or rely on speed? I don't think I can carry much if I rely on speed though...", he contemplated. If he had a partner, this would be quite simple.