In Hell, there was a river that flowed through all 73 districts of hell, full of the unconscious spirit-bodies of humans who have found themselves in the land of the damned. Like salmon returning to freshwater streams in order to mate, the rapidly moving river was teeming with bodies, which would eventually land on the shores of one of those districts, and become an immortal denizen of the infinitely-massive place that was the underworld. They would learn what it means to be immortal, understand the value of a coup de grace, and eventually find their own role in a life devoid of societal or financial expectations. Some would be farmers, and others would be artists. Some would be manufacturers, and others would be miners. For a place that’s meant to be punishment, Hell has become a second chance for the many who have lost the opportunity to go to the retirement home known as Heaven.

Of course, for a select group of 30 individual teenagers, they weren’t given such a nice choice. As they plummeted from the sunless sky after having recently died, those 30 special little kiddos fell into a giant, elastic net instead of the winding river below. The combined weight of that classroom full of kiddos caused the net to stretch almost to the point of ripping, before, thankfully, it rebounded. Of course, that also ended up with those 30 kids being squished together like fish in a net, as that giant, levitating net hovered towards a pretty-looking magical carpet, depositing those children onto the masterfully crafted authentic Persian rug.

They were now half a kilometer up in the air, riding on a carpet the size of a classroom, with no id-

The blue skies blackened, as space itself was torn apart, shredding as if the jaws of an invisible beast tore it apart. From within the ominous gap, a slim, pitch-black foot stepped out, followed by another. A torso, much too wide to be supported by those stick-thin legs, emerged from the gap next, as the being’s thin arms, its elbows mere metal disks, followed it. With a horrifying screech, its gargantuan claws came next, each hand the same size as its black-iron chest, and finally, the head emerged from the abyss.

Ink black and completely smooth, only red circles and jagged lines indicated where its eyes and mouth were, and a long, red horn protruded from its forehead. As if garnishing the appearance of an existence that was most definitely that of a demonic monster, the abyssal gate that it arrived from closed, turning into a crimson cloak that draped over the top of its head.

For a moment, the beast of the apocalypse remained still, as crows cawed in swarms and the skies bled.

Then, it snapped its fingers, and all those creepy Hell-esque imagery disappeared, replaced by a relatively normal world once more.

“Sorry about that, but it’s been far too long since I could do a dynamic entrance like that,” the being spoke, in an aristocratic, gentle voice unbefitting of its imposing stature. “I am your examiner for the day, Laiss. And, before any questions are asked, yes, you are in Hell. Please enjoy your stay. After a little test, you shall all be transported to Academia Abyssus, where you will spend a significant portion of your immortal lives.”

“For now though, feel free to relax and gather your thoughts. If you have questions, raise your hand up before asking them.”

With that, the twelve-foot tall being sat down at the front-end of the carpet, resting on an ornate chair that didn’t look like it had been there a second ago.

Hmmmm, Someone thought in the mass of teenagers, Perhaps I should make a good first impression.

He clearly stood out (he was pretty sure he did) with his pure white skin, hair and eyes, an unusual trait which had helped him lie about his age to take part in all the gambling he possibly could. He wore the fancy clothing which he'd had on when he had died, very expensive (probably, he kinda just won them in a bet) and he stood with a kind of poise that said he radiated confidence (and confident he most definitely is).

He walked forward on the carpet, surprisingly solid and unmoving in the air. The air above was light as if it was day, oblivious to the absence of the sun (almost as pretentious as he was), the white-haired asshat breathed in the fresh air. All things considered, hell may as well have been a good consolation prize (wow, I was right(as in he's pretentious(and I'm also pretentious))) for the damned.

He boldly strode forwards towards the throne (not quite but it'll do), and stood still in front of the being. He was flush with victory after having the entire English military and the biggest underground gambling ring in the world chase after him and not having caught him. A deck of cards appeared in his hands, and he spread them out like a fan in front of him, face side upwards.

"Pick a card," He said, "Any card." (Wow, that's like, three different kinds of pretentious)

Damn it all. Victor thought.
He looked around and sighed. Spontaneously finding life after death and going on a magic carpet ride with a dude that turned out to not be as evil as he first appeared, may be a cause of celebration for most people, but to Victor it was true hell.

Alright, maybe being stabbed to death by a girl you just saved would piss off most people, but it's not like Victor wanted to do anything in life. He almost thanked the girl for ending it before he had to make a choice, which put him in an interesting dilemma. On one hand, he was glad he didn't grow up, but on the other hand, he was reasonably resentful at her for killing him, as anyone would. Did that make for plus-minus zero? Unfortunately for him, he ended up in hell instead of a grave. Now he was immortal, and he still didn't want to do anything. Guess he had to hate her, then. Maybe it was his fault for pickpocketing her, but hey - he was bored.

When Victor was falling into hell, he was pretty pissed off. He didn't want to go anywhere, neither heaven or hell. With that said, if he was asked to choose, he would've gone with the third option: deny the existence of both. In all honesty, he could probably have dealt with eternal damnation, but fate (or more accurately, his grandpa) had other plans for him.

Getting killed? Fine. On a magic carpet with 29 other people? Fine. Going to what sounded like Hell academy? That was the turning point. He could deal with eternal damnation because he just had to sit there and take it. Judging from the view he got on the way down, it didn't look that bad anyway. The problem was, he was supposed to attend some school now. Eternal damnation didn't expect anything from you. School, while bearing similarities (entrapment, torturously prolonged activities), school expected you to do well. It wasn't exactly something Victor could get behind.

When the demon was laying out the details, he'd just been laying there. He was still laying there. What was the point of making friends at this time? He'd had a few friends, he didn't like them that much. The only people he could really be 'friends' with were people like him - misanthropic loners who believe that if the entire population of the world spontaneously died, it wouldn't make a lot of difference in the grand scheme of things. He also stole stuff, which would put him at odds with most people, but no one needed to know that.

"Ooh, look at those curves!"

Victor's spirit fell further. He hoped that because he was dead, he'd be done with his biggest problem, but here it was.
"Gramps..." Victor muttered slowly. "You damn pedophile."

His grandfather appeared, a flaming, floating skull, appearing out of thin air. His flames didn't light up anything and no one reacted to his presence whatsoever. A phantom only visible to Victor, much to his chagrin.

"I might be just bones, but there's always a bone in my body for a good girl, if you know what I mean." His grandpa said, chuckling.

"What would grandma say about that statement?" Victor said out loud.

"You can't tell her! She's in hell!"

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"..."

"Speaking of which, why in hell would you put me in hell? Do you know how much I don't want to do anything?"

"Look, you needed to do something with your life, or the lack thereof, and this seemed like the perf-"

"If I wasn't here then would it change anything?"

"Not really." His grandpa said carefully. "But-"

"Then we never had this conversation." Victor said abruptly, turning on his side away from his grandpa.

Victor ignored his Grandpa's excuses and lamented his new immortality. He had the great fortune to be sent to hell and be one of the 30 lucky people to be forced into some kind of academy to do something which he wasn't quite clear on.
"At least there's a good view." Victor said idly.
If he was going to live with it, he'd make the most of it.

((If you're wondering, no one can see his grandpa so he looks like he's talking to himself))

BANG!

She should have thought out the whole problem with shooting herself between the eyes.

Well, look at that. Hell was a place, and Ein had found it. It was a whole new world on a magic carpet ride. The unfortunate circumstances bought her teeming with curiosity as to why she felt like a fish in a net. Oh look at that -- a demonic figure here to come and-

...Explain things to them? The fuck?

Ah, what the hell did Ein care. It was a new experience for her and why not make fun out of it while she had the chance? A grin slipped upon her lips as she felt the handle of that beautiful butterfly knife in her pocket -- look at that, no metal detectors for corpses. What to do with her free time as she listened to the explanation that the demon was giving them- oh. Hello. Someone was being a bit pretentious. Target acquired, interest gained. White hair, white eyes, the fairest of them all!

No wonder she had no choice but to throw that knife down with a precision meant to let it take down one of the cards that he had spread out before him. Looks like there was a new game to play! Not just for the cocky Snow White, but for the guy still on the ground talking to himself as well. So many interesting people, so much time to work with now! She wouldn't be bored ever again at this rate!

"And let the game begin..."

This, it seemed, was a school. It was quite a surprising, albeit not entirely unwelcome, turn of events, especially as he, a son of the House of Tegerfelden, had suffered a truly painful and horrifying death at the hooves of an unruly horse. To be cast into the abyss was strangely failing to bother him, even though one would expect otherwise from a faithful Lutheran like he. He was feeling quite passive about the entire situation ... quite, if he were to describe the feeling in one word ... mellow.

Why he was mellow was a mystery even to he, but such a discourse upon the nature of his emotions could be shelved until a later date, for right now, the young nobleman was in the process of marvelling at his intact hands as they flexed, stretching out his miraculously intact spine and testing his balance upon legs that had been shattered apart mere moments prior. Death had never been something he had yearned for, but he was tremendously grateful to whichever greater power that held the responsibility of bringing his body back to a functional state. It would have been rather difficult to engage in whatever academic lessons these ... demons would task upon him had he still been the mangled wreck of a corpse he had been after his unfortunate horse ride.

"I must say," he spoke up, his regal voice filled with fascination, "this world is quite the sight to behold."

Indeed it was. Hell had taken upon the image of punishment within his mind, but the world he (and the other teenagers that were also dealing with their sudden arrival to this land) had found himself in was especially different. It was almost ... normal, in a fashion.

Speaking of the other teenagers ...

"I regret that I know not of your names," he continued, shooting a glance at every figure around him. "I am commonly known as Liudolf of House Tegerfelden. What of yours?"

Oh, shit-fucking bastard of a dickbag. This is a sodding mess, isn't it? Thanks a bunch, Jimmy, you over-curious little cuntwad; I hope my death scarred you for life... oh, God, I'm dead, that's right, fuck, fuck, this is literally the worst possible outcome imaginable. Except for the fact that it's nothing like what I expected... which is to say, I expected permanent oblivion, almost, and I instead got, in order: dropped into a net; faced with possibly the scariest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life; and then with a mildly apologetic demon informing me and some twenty nine other people that we've been drafted into what amounts to a child army. Some people are taking it well, others aren't... I'm not, of fucking course I'm not, but I'm doing it in such a way that it looks like I am.

And then there's her. Oh, dear sweet Christfucker, not her. That one girl who I had to shoot to finalise my entrance into the gang, who then practically committed suicide when I pussied out on it like some son of a whore. And then I ran home, and then Jimmy had the machine pistol, would I count this as her fault then? No, I couldn't do that, it was my own cowardice that led to my demise, I'm quite sure. If only I'd gone and gotten it over with...! Augh, this sucks more fuck than a duck with no luck. Or a gay guy. I don't quite get the whole "gay" thing, actually, I think it has something to do with guys liking other guys the way guys and girls normally like each other? But how that works out beyond then boggles the mind. In any case, I'm just going to caaaaaaasually avoid her for now. There's a guy she's interacting with, some other guy talking to himself like a lunatic, and then some posh twat asking for everybody's names. "Liudolf of House Tegerfelden", he says. What a pretentious arsehole. Still, he hasn't exactly done anything to prove he's an arsehole yet (but I know he's going to be, rich teens always are), so I guess I'll respond in a cordial manner.

'Roger,' I say in what I assume is a vaguely friendly tone. 'Roger Ranger. Hullo.' I wave at him a little bit to finish off the picture. Let's see if he's as big an arsehole as I think he is, I suppose.

After Poppy's personal space had been severely violated by being smothered in a herd of fucking asshat teenagers she was ready to kick all their asses. She grabbed one of them by the collar, arm rearing back to give them a nice helping of fist-to-face, then suddenly the sky split open, shitting out this gangly ass demon looking thing. Distracted she dropped her fellow chosen-one and moved towards the demon that sounded like jeeves.“Sorry about that, but it’s been far too long since I could do a dynamic entrance like that,” She clapped her hands together, she could appreciate a dramatic entrance! The thing kept speaking but she zoned out, she reached up the edge of her short shorts and tugged at her panties that had tried to migrate to her cervix's during the rough and tumble of the fall. Looking around she took in her surroundings. Were they on a god damned magic carpet? "You have got to be fucking kidding me," She muttered to herself. She was sure that she wasn't the only one to start humming "a whole new world" from Aladen and his Arabian bitches magic moonlight hook up. Her attention got quipped when the demon stopped speaking and a bleached ass hat strutted like a peacock up to the demon and asked it to pick a fucking card. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." she muttered once more. She hoped the demon ate him. She was almost relieved when she saw a girl throw a blade at that pompous assholes hand, piercing a card. She snickered behind her hand.
Moving closer she nearly tripped on this black haired boy that was just chilling out, arguing with himself. "Ooookay." she kept moving until this Golden brite-lite stepped up introducing himslef like he was the damned prince of england. She raised her eyebrow as another english sounding punk answered. Roger huh? didnt sound english.. Deciding to introduced herself she planted herself in front of Sir Twat Waffle. Grabbing his wrist she raised it so she could fist bump him. "What the fuck is up!? My name is Boss Ass Bitch and you may address me as so!!!" She bared her teeth in a make shift grin.

"A pleasure to meet you, Roger," began the aristocrat with a light smile, his English, though fluent, betraying an accent that was possibly from one of the southern regions of Germany, Austria or Switzerland, "-"

Any further attempt at conversing with the English boy was immediately stalled by the sudden appearance of a small blonde girl. Having his wrist grabbed so suddenly was quite the surprise, but he quickly reined in any wild emotions, schooling his expression and allowing the adrenaline that had rushed through his veins the moment he was accosted to fade away. That done, Liudolf von Tegerfelden allowed himself a moment to appraise the girl that had introduced herself in such a manner. Short, blonde and attired in 'punkish' dress, the other teenager seemed to exude a sense of rebellion, especially with how she carried herself.

"Boss Ass Bitch," he spoke, allowing the words to roll around in his mouth. It was quite obvious that this teenager's designation was not such a vulgar phrase, but it was unfortunate that it was the only name that he could call her by for the current moment. "And your ... actual name?"

His hand curled, lightly bumping against the girl's proffered fist, before gently pulling his wrist from her grasp.

'Bloody 'ell-!' I start, as some random blonde bombshell in punkish attire comes out of nowhere and begins going on at Liudolf- fuck, that's a stupid name- about how's she's a "boss-ass bitch" and wants to be addressed as such. Sorry, "as so". And grabs his wrist for an apparent unnecessary fist bump. She certainly got one part of her name right, anyway... she is fairly hot, though, so she has that going for her.

'Steady on, love,' I say quickly, 'you're gonna get yerself killed doin' dumb shit like that! Well, killed again, I guess. 'ere, what if, uh, what if someone 'ad 'ad a gun on 'em an' capped you fer grabbin' 'im, eh? What wouldja do then? Eh? Honestly.'

Hmmmm. Altzer Sozei (Wow, full name.) thought, How bothersome.

What kind of person throws a knife through someone's cards? (Someone crazy, I bet) But the knife was appreciated, he was quite proficient at knife throwing himself and having one to throw was always good (unless you're going through airport security). He pulled the knife from the card it had speared, and glanced backwards over to the direction it had come from. She wasn't far away, close enough for this anyway.

"Is this is the card you have chosen?" He said, putting the card in his fingers. He flicked it in the girl's general direction and it flew perfectly through the air.

But somehow, the card started glowing blue in mid-air, and suddenly there was a large spinning shark instead of a card flying through the air. It hit the unfortunate girl with a loud whap! before turning back into a card and falling to the floor.

At this, Altzer couldn't help but laugh. And laugh hard. He was on the floor, clutching his stomach, at the novelty of hitting someone with a goddamn shark. (Where the hell'd it come from, m80?) Clearly this was one for the ages, but still, where had it come from? (I thought you were supposed to know that.)
@Shiinen

As goldilocks allowed himself to be fist bumped, even though it seemed like he would rather gurgle broken glass he very etiquettely expressed his disbelief of the name she had given him, "And your ... actual name?" he asked properly, extracting his wrist from her grasp. She planted her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow she blew a bubble with her gum, popping it loudly before she continued. "Don't be rude, I told you. My. Name. Is. Boss. Ass. Bitch. But your mother calls me Daddy." She winked up at him. Her attention was caught by the blonde boy who was standing next to Sir Douche Nozzle. 'Steady on, love,' he said quickly, 'you're gonna get yerself killed doin' dumb shit like that! Well, killed again, I guess. 'ere, what if, uh, what if someone 'ad 'ad a gun on 'em an' capped you fer grabbin' 'im, eh? What wouldja do then? Eh? Honestly. "Hmm,"She said flashing her dimples at him, "I don't know, Sweet Cheeks. Seeing as i am quite good at being shot. Then i probably-" She leaned into his ear, surprised that she could actually reach it, lowering her voice to a whisper she purred, "Go to hell." She laughed at her own funny, standing back up straight. She was momentarily distracted from her mirth as a mother fucking shark flew through the air, body slamming the girl who had thrown her knife at the pretentious asshat. She looked at everyone around her wide-eyed with her mouth agape. "Uh...everyone else saw that too right?".. I mean she couldn't be that crazy, after all Tall-Pale-and-Pompous was about to wet himself he was laughing so hard.

As the pale dude rolled on the floor laughing, whispers started coming from the other 29 students, wondering what exactly just happened. There were many unsure as to what the well-dressed dude had just done, and some were fearful. Victor, however, hadn't seen shit and chose to ignore everything that was being done.

"Ooh, the card shark. Very nice..." His grandpa stated in the background.
Victor ignored him.

"Uh... Everyone else saw that too, right?" A random girl said.
Victor ignored her too.

Fortunately for Victor, there wasn't as much noise as before when everyone was talking together, so maybe he could get some peace finally.
Screw this. Victor thought, yawning. I'll just take a nap.
Falling into hell took a lot out of you, after all. Victor was kind of tired of this shit, and he just wanted some sleep. He didn't get a lot of sleep last night anyway.

As he slowly drifted off, he wasn't sure if he would wake up when he needed to.
Whatever. Victor thought, closing his eyes. I'm sure someone'll wake me up eventually.

Victor drifted off into sleep.

"I suppose you are wrinkly enough to be my maternal grandfather," noted Liudolf dryly, before his attention was too enraptured by the sudden appearance of a the aerial shark. That was truly an unexpected development, though one that was ... surprisingly unsurprising, although after having arrived in hell after a horrifyingly painful death, the strange and unexpected seemed quite regular instead. Was this a power that the card-thrower possessed from the very beginning? The reaction of said thrower was contradictory to such a hypothesis; the sudden laughter and overreaction were unsuited to one familiar with the usage of such powers.

Therefore, it was likely that it was a power obtained after one's death.

The aristocrat wondered if he or any of the other assembled teenagers were in possession of a supernatural power as well.

He glanced down at his palms, their callouses evident of strong familiarity with the usage of bladed weaponry. What ability would have been granted to he in this new 'unlife'? Would they be related at all to the actions he had undertaken previously in the mortal realms?

It was food for thought.

Hell.

Elren didn't expect to end up here. Well, he did - but not this soon. One moment he was eating, a few seconds later he was choking, and now he was here; on a magic carpet flying to who knows where? To some kind of test? That's what Elren inferred from that tall, ungodly creature that joined them on the carpet adventure.

"This. This is different." He said to himself, stating the obvious.

Although, to be honest, Elren expected something slightly different. Some kind of immediate torture and an amalgamation of demons, pitchforks and fire. Lots of fire. This flight was almost..tranquil. Almost. It became quite apparent that there were others on the magical carpet ride, and they were...disruptive to say the least. So far, the ones who has made themselves most apparent to Elren was a short but loud blonde girl who was probably the main cause of all the noise, a odd fellow who had been talking to himself for quite a while before falling asleep, and a ghos-wait. No. A pure white human being currently dubbed 'SharkMan' in Elren's mind, for obvious reasons. With all these..."unique" characters causing a scene, it was no wonder why none of the other teenagers had asked this demonic figure any questions yet. Elren decided that he would be the first to do so. He raised his hand and waited for a few seconds before speaking.

"I'm sure I speak on behalf of everyone here when I ask this; why is this happening, and what kind of test are you making us do?"

...A card that turned into a shark.

A card.

That turned into a shark.

Most reactions of any respect towards a flying shark would be to run the fuck away as quickly as one could. But the problem with this expectancy was that this was Hell and she was Ein Ferah. Thus, instead of running away, she embraced the shark for all it was, using her forearm to keep its mouth from reaching her body as she held onto the squirming animal and tried her damned best to hold her ground from the inexplicable gill-bearing fish out of water. Now, what to do with this "gift" that she had been given so lovingly from the card dealer? Why, simple. Ein was feeling a bit peckish especially, so this worked out perfectly for her in all regards...She bit into it. Not only did she bite into the damned thing, she planned to make a bloodbath by tearing into it as she desired to eat it- yet...It tasted like printed paper more than like the flavor of a shark...

When had she become so peckish in her hunger anyways? Did one have to starve in Hell in order to atone for their poor choices in life?

The shark part in her teeth would merely turn into a part of a card by the time she was ready to tear and bite into it, looking down at an Ace of Diamonds and frowning as she slowly pushed it down her throat and ate it anyways. No point in caring about what she ate at this point -- Hell was about as worse as it got for the stomach and what point did she have in showing for appearances? Regardless, however, she walked over to the downed man and slowly reached over to take hold of her knife. She wouldn't be letting anyone take this from her of course...Thus, throwing it now might have been seen as a bad idea for the poor girl's warped thought process as she looked down at him and tapped his side with her shoe.

"Last I checked, there was no Shark suite in 52 Pick Up. Thus, I think you may have dealt me the wrong card, dealer."

Oh look, someone finally wanted to know what was going on. She supposed she should probably ask too as to what the hell had just happened to her, shouldn't she? With a raise of her hand, she tried to garner attention to address the situation itself as well.
"Could I be informed as to why I was just hit by a literal card shark?"

"...we're already in Hell, though," is what I would have said if I had not abruptly been distracted by the spectacle of a shark flying through the air and slamming into oh God its her again. I take a few steps away from the shark, because fuck if I'm going to let something as random as that kill me. Again.

...sheeee bit it. She bit the shark.

She bit the shark.

What the fuck.

And then it turns back into a card again, which she summarily pushes down her throat and swallows. Unfolded, as far as I can see. I... don't even know. Let's just pretend I'm not here, turn back around, return to Bitch-Ass Bitch's conversation like nothing ever happened...

'We're already in 'ell, love. I don't know if you noticed that. I mean, you'd 'ave to be a bit of a bint not to, an' I'm sure yer not that, are ya?'

poppy watched the girl take a chunk out of the shark and laughed, even as it turned back into a card she stubbornly still ate it. That girls bat shit! They were friends now. Poppy didn't care if they hadn't even spoke to each other, she was perfectly okay with a non consensual friendship.Poppy stopped paying attention to the girl, finally registering Brite-Lites insult,"I suppose you are wrinkly enough to be my maternal grandfather," he said in disdain.Poppy frowned stepping forward she hooked her foot in the crook of his knee and shoved him hard causing him to fall backward onto the ground. Bending at th waist in front of him she put her hands on her hips, "That was for calling me wrinkly. Now. I'm trying to decided whether to kick your ass or not for that being such a lame joke." She straightened, sniffing snootly."Seriously. At least be funny. Shit."she turned back around to Rodger as he remarked, "'We're already in 'ell, love. I don't know if you noticed that. I mean, you'd 'ave to be a bit of a bint not to, an' I'm sure yer not that, are ya?' "Oh coarse I know we're in hell! That's what makes it funny!!! Come on RogerRabbit. Have a sense of humor!" Oh god, she fleetingly thought, maybe her punishment in hell was to be surrounded by people that had the same sense of humor as cardboard. Then she remembered the girl biting the fucking shark, nope she was good. Flashing her dimples in a grin she explained herself," I'm already dead kid. I died and went to hell. if I get a pop capped in my ass again and manage to die, then ill probably go to hell! Haven't you read any Dantes Inferno?" She hadn't but she knew what it was about. "Most of hells punishments cause you to die over and over again. I mean think about it. If you were to die in hell where would you go? The answer is sure as hell isn't Heaven!"She laughed.

Noticing that the first thing that a pale haired dark skinned boy did was head straight to the demon and raise his hand to ask a question Poppy rolled her eyes. She formed her hands around her mouth and called."All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy!!"

...shit. Her logic kind of works out. Except we're apparently not being "punished" here... if you take "being inducted into some random supernatural school" as a non-punishment. I don't know. And for that matter, I also don't believe I know Dante's Inferno, though I'm about 90% sure she doesn't either, considering her attitude. Man, "attitude", there's a word I never thought I'd use. Then again, I never thought I'd meet a young lady I'd dislike so much. Anyway, ignoring the other bullshit she's spouting, I turn to... what was it, Ludolf? ...and offer a hand to help him back to his feet. Since he wasn't a massive jackass yet, so far as I'm aware. 'On your feet, then, old chap,' I say. 'If Li'tle Miss Twatface wants to bitch us all out, let's let her bitch out an' go somewhere else, hm?'

Laiss didn’t respond at all to all the antics around him. Even as a white-washed human (clearly used make up for that utterly white complexion) walked up to him and told him to pick a card, the abnormally tall being didn’t move. Even as a knife was tossed accurately into the card, which in turn was tossed and transformed into a shark, the expressionless being simply watched, never intervening. It was doubtful that Laiss would interfere even if they started cannibalizing each other. Finally though, the monster moved as the first hand was raised, by a dark-skinned youth.

Eldren Cade, the one that died from choking on an unnaturally large peanut, was it. His questions, however, were rather mundane and pointless. The demon’s spherical head rolled off to the side as it said, “This happened because you died. And, as for the test, I must apologize. Disclosing information regarding the contents of tests is forbidden. Is that not the same for schools on Earth as well?”

The monstrous gentleman turned his attention to Ein Ferah next, the one that killed herself because her murderer, Roger Ranger, was too much a bitch to do so. Perhaps for this then…no, he’ll let the fates decide in this case. “You were hit by a shark because that’s Altzer Sozei’s power, drawn out as a manifestation of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll learn more about all this come tomorrow.”

“As it stands though, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, clapping his attention and robbing them of their voices with that action, “I do believe it’s about time to start the test. I trust that the majority of you have settled down after the afterlife shock? Well, it doesn’t matter in the end.”

With those last few words, the carpet expanded, growing twenty times its original size, before separating into sixteen individual pieces, with the students and Laiss on the central carpet. For a span of five seconds, the demon almost looked as if he was contemplating something. Then, he snapped giant fingers, making the sound of metal striking metal.

And, like that the children found themselves somewhere else, two people per carpet, facing each other on opposing ends. The carpet was approximatively the same size as a boxing ring, and, right beside them, was a dagger, measuring the size of their forearm, with a silver crossguard and a black leather grip. The blade was silver, thin enough that it was clearly more suited for stabbing than slashing.

“There you have it,” the gentle, faintly accented voice of Laiss rang, “I shouldn’t have to explain anything else, should I?”

Oh. Great. Powers. Okay.

Letting that sink in, she had just enough time to hear the answer to the question after her own and let her own body stretch as she yawned from the tire that hit her so suddenly. That came with what was basically teleportation of her and apparently one of the other students that had-

That son of a Bitch.

Slowly pulling up her hood to reveal two floppy black ears as a terribly smile filled out on her lips. Her eyes spoke for something jaded as she took hold of the silver dagger to her side and pressed the tip of it against her lips to let her tongue flick against the sharp edge of the blade. It seemed as if Ein had changed altogether in the face of the little kid that wanted to play with big guns. Maybe Hell had some nice things after all? Time would only tell as she stepped forward and let the blade drop and hand at her side with a dribble of her digits over the hilt.

"Is it already time to show you another lesson?"

Her voice was horrifically cheery as she rushed right to dice at the younger male with a twist of her wrist to make sure she'd be able to stab into that stomach when she reached him. She'd hoped that the male has gotten a bit more in touch with his manliness at this point or she'd be teaching him another lesson on how to man the hell up.