Robert Fallson - History Class

Ah, history. A class dedicated to learning from the mistakes and successes of those that came before, so that those mistakes are not repeated and those successes are. Robert enjoyed history with all his heart. It reminded him of the good ol' days when his dad would come see him late at night and tell him all of those corny tales of young heroes going off on grand adventures. Albeit, usually the stories his dad told ended on a much happier note than most of the ones taught in class, but that really only made Robert enjoy it even more. If you know how a story will end because it follows the same formula as other similar stories, than it isn't that thrilling. The unpredictable nature of history only increased Robert's interest in the subject. "I wonder what we will learn today," he said cheerfully as he took his seat.

The young hunter-in-training stared at the front of the room, ready for the class to begin. "Any minute now... Any second now... Any millisecond now... Any nanosecond now." He waited a little while longer before realizing that he was a bit earlier than he thought. "Well, I guess I could always find someone to talk to," Robert said as he turned in his chair to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Robert as if everyone was already in a conversation or they seemed to give off an atmosphere that they weren't really interested in talking at the moment. Even his own, new teammates seemed to fit into one of those two categories. "That's alright, I can just sit here until more people come who feel like talking to me." And so Robert sat there, diddling his thumbs, waiting for either the class to start or for someone to find an interest in him.

As the seconds ticked by, the boy began to get dispirited. "Someone please talk to me," he whispered to himself as his expression stayed at a friendly looking smile. "I don't want to be alone."

A voice, a hand, and Jasmine looked to the...oh-so friendly face. How can some people be so serious? Regardless, she gave the outstretched hand a high five--that had to be what he wanted, right?--and offered a crooked grin, showing off a fang. "Let's do it! I'm Jasmine, by the way," she said. Someone had to bring some energy to this practice run. Eager to practice the technique, she stepped back and waved him at her with both her hands. "Alright, come at me," she prompted, tilting her head side-to-side to hear the satisfying cracks. Her aura manifested again on her arms for just a moment, then faded as she tried to focus on the pinpoint counter.

Cian sighed as she grabbed a seat as she looked around it seems that the teacher wasn't even here yet wonderful she thought to herself a she quietly sighed to herself in the process. Today it seems just wasn't her day combat was less than stellar math there was nothing but chaos she wondered history would bring. Looking to her side she looked at someone messing around with their thumbs a odd sighed if you asked her but it was none of her business what he did with his free time. She said softly as she did not really want to disturb the others by talking to loud.
@Guess Who

"When the hell did you learn to write? Shit dude, you could barely read the last time I saw you, let alone write your own damn name." Grane gave Gren a firm handshake, with bone crushing pressure, just like the old days.

"You know how it is in Vacuo. Fucking hot as hell and nothing to do man, cept burn alive. And last I checked, ditching our last employers didn't really sit well with em. Pretty sure they were trying to track you down for a while. Didn't wanna give them anything to trace back to you ya know? Seems like you're the same as usual- Just do, don't think. Me, well, I slipped away for a while and decided I would go to Beacon because my old buddy Gren always wanted to be a Hunter! But look who's here, in the flesh! You keep contact with that mother of yours still?"

Despite his rowdiness, it occurred to Grane he should probably introduce his squadmates. It would be the polite thing to do after all.

"Delta! come over here! See this guy? He's a bro. Gren, Delta. Not much of a name, I know, but Delta seems like a chill guy. Likes coffee though. But you know me. More of a liquor kinda guy, but every man to his own I suppose. I think he's army too." Grane lowered his voice a bit, hopefully so Delta would not hear his comments. "Kinda like those Atlas dogs we fought way back when eh?" Grane chuckled a bit before continuing on in a normal tone of voice. "I think I can get along with him. It's the team leader I'm more worried about. Seems to be zoning off a bit. A bit desperate too. Dunno if you know him, but his name is Robert. Sure did... I guess break down if you haven't noticed." Seriously, their so called leader couldn't apparently stand a few moments of alone time. Did he need his mother every once in a while too? In the deserts of Vacuo, this man would be easy prey. Not that anyone would waste their time killing someone this pathetic.

"I'm honestly worried for my well being if Robert's going to lead us into battle. Me and Delta seem to have calm nerves. We can handle ourselves. I'm afraid Robert is going to simply panic or zone out and be a liability. And you know how weak leaders always get more than themselves killed."

Sangue Naga - History Class

As soon as Sangue arrived, she felt the urge of sleep trying to conquer her soul. Still, she did her best to stay awake.

But the professor was not around yet.

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Maybe some sleep would be good. Just a bit. She would turn on a timer. She would sleep for a minute. Just a minute. Yes, it would not be a problem if she had a timer so that she did not miss out the class in its entirety. Sangue took out a small stopwatch as she timed it to exactly a minute. She then proceeded to place the object on her table. With the timer prepared, she slept with her head and arms resting on the table.

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A minute passed.

Sangue remained silent. But she did not move to turn off the timer.

Forgetful little Sangue remained silent and still.

Gren Orchid

"Ha! And you still as dank as ever. What do you do, poison grimm by walking up to it and hugging it? I've had shits smell better then you." Gren gave Grane an equally firm and bone crushing handshake. "They did find me, and I did my thing. The only thing they reported back were casualties, so ya know... But yeah, I still talk to mom sometimes. Moved her, dad, and the rest of the sibs here before I signed up for Beacon. Gotta take care of the family and all that ya know?" Then Grane introduced Delta, his partner. Gren nodded his head at him and extended his hand to shake. Unless Delta wanted to, Gren wouldn't crush his hand. "Nice to meet you Delta. Gren Orchid. A soldier boy huh?" Grane leaned towards Gren and whispered something between then, which brought a smile to Gren's face. "Heh. Yeah, we'll get along just fine."

The conversation soon switched to Robert as Grane noted that their team leader seemed to be sulking. Gren wasn't really paying attention to Roberts but decided to take advantage of his loneliness. Before he called him out Gren looked to the two before him. "Yeah, tell me about it. I think his last team got TPK'd for some reason or another. One was his girl too I think. Hmm..." Feigning deep thought Gren snapped his fingers and smiled at the two hunters. "Looks like we got cause for a celebration! Tell ya what, bring sad sack over here. Me and some of my boys were going to get some noodles after school, but since Grane's finally on parole, we're gunna party. Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, you name it. Bring everyone you can." Gren reached into his pocket and then gave both Grane and Delta a short stack of business cards. He made more copies since he met with Claire. "You probably don't know Vale, so this would be a good way to show you around town too. You find anyone cool you give them one of these babies and tell them to call me so I can set them up. Sound like a plan?"

After talking with Ozpin Sapphire felt a little better though more than dissatisfied with the lack of answers and her own lack of participation. Something was going on, something big and the insatiable curiosity that within Sapphire demanded that she figure out exactly what it was. Of course there wasn't a lot she could do at the moment. Ozpin had listened calmly and told her he'd look into any connections between the boy and the Shelter as well as having Pops questioned about Sienna. Sapphire couldn't really ask for more than that though she sincerely wished she had more information about exactly what was going on. If only she'd been allowed to talk to the boy. His mouth was sewn shut but he'd shown the ability to manifest sound in the air, most likely he could speak with his semblance.

Sighing Sapphire set off for History class. He talk with Ozpin had delayed her from the last five minutes of math but her assignment was most done and she couldn't imagine anything else of interest had happened after she'd left. She'd finish up tonight and give it to Professor Fullbuster tomorrow morning. History was what she had to be concerned with now.

Sapphire was a bit late for Oobleck's class as such most of the seats were gone. She was forced to settle for one next to the red haired kid, Robert, if she remembered correctly though names generally weren't a priority for her unless they were mission related. Sapphire pulled out her sketch pad with the half finished schematic for the acrobatic enhancers she was working on, as she continued to sketch she'd glance up every now and again to see what was going on in the class. Generally this was how she got through academic classes, doing her own thing while paying a mild amount of attention to the teacher so that if they sprung a surprise question on her she would be able to answer without looking like a fool.

History itself was not exactly Sapphire's best subject. Math she didn't have a problem with, calculations had been part of her education even before her mother died. Sapphire's mother Melanie had attended Beacon. She and Janus had married a year after graduation. Once Oliver was born Melanie had decided it would be best that she retired from being a Huntress. Not that she became a housewife. Even at Beacon Melanie had been a tinkerer, she'd designed her own weapons and Janus' as well. After leaving the huntsmen she set up her own practice as an engineer. Sapphire remembered fondly the days she'd spend in her mothers workshop. Melanie showing her how various machines worked and as best you could explain to a seven year old the science behind each of them. After her mother's death Janus had hired private tutors so that Sapphire could learn the trade as well as her mother had. Though the girl in blue didn't have quite the same streak of genius she was still good with numbers and her inventions while perhaps not revolutionary were functional.

History on the other hand was a different story. Sapphire enjoyed reading but only specific types of tales. With History it was the same thing. If a period or event interested her she could devour all the information she could find on it and ace anything related to it perfectly. But if it was something she found boring generally she devoted herself to other things in class and performed poorly on projects and tests. While Doctor Oobleck talked about the Faunus Wars and various topics related too it Sapphire all but tooned him out as she concentrated on her design.

[color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey]

Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.

(Changing the text color of Delta so it’s a bit more noticeable. ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ )

”So… Are you sure we should still leave him be?” Eve whispered to Delta as they both stared at Robert a few rows down, who still had talked with either of his teammates. The man was wallowing in self-pity. Both of them were witnessing the plight of a bespectacled adolescent, twiddling his thumbs, drowning in a sea of angst. ”Eh. This is kind of nostalgic. Remember that one guy from boot? Name started with a Y? Cried for his mother the first day we were there?” The two bared a striking resemblance, since nobody seemed to answer their cries for help.

”How about now?” Eve poked again worriedly, Delta slightly shook his head instantaneously in response. ”A little bit longer. Let’s see if he notices or something happens.” Finally, a beacon of hope waltzed over to the loner, bearing gifts of conversation and recognition of his existence. Whatever she was saying was inaudible over the bounds of volume emanating from the slew of topics being flung about the room, but at least she was chatting with the redhead.

A sigh of relief slipped out of his lips, allowing him to ease his posture. ”It’s alright, besides…” The student trailed of when he heard someone beckoning for him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Grane next to what he presumed to be an old friend of his, with a grin wider than the circumference of Remnant’s sun stretched across his face. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to see the guy in such a giddy state. Delta presumed Grane sported a scowl 24/7, but it just goes to show one can’t judge a book by its cover. Well, unless that cover is drenched in scotch, then maybe a conclusion or two could be made. The boy tilted his head at the hand motion his comrade made, it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was supposed to make his way over to the two.

He quietly pushed his chair back and paced towards them. They seemed to be reminiscing over something, maybe about their probably colorful past with each other. Grane promptly introduced the faunus of the hour as Gren Orchid. Delta peered down at the outstretched hand and slowly leveled his own, still a bit new to socializing with people his age. ”Likewise. Oh, last name’s Sn-”

All at once the rage of a thousand young suns set upon his volar region. The student winced slightly, but kept an overall blank expression as the two shook hands, ”...-ow.” He managed to eek out the last fragment of the sentence before he retracted his hand back into solace. The boy rolled up each phalange, just to make sure they were still operational. Grane spurred on the conversation by bringing up their team leader, who they had only known for about an hour at the most. He did find it a bit early to start making statements, but given Robert’s uneasy demeanor, the faunus’ comments were warranted. ”Well, there’s still much left to be seen. I wouldn’t critically analyze him yet. I’ve had a few squadmates in the past who started circulating assumptions of other members, ended up creating a whole incohesive unit.” He firmly stated, then took a double take on Robert, ”But even I’ll admit that he needs a morale boost.” Delta commented with his monotonous tone, plucking a stack held together by tattered rubber bands and thereby proceeded to pocket it. At least Gren came prepared, perhaps he would pursue a life of an entrepreneur after he retires as a huntsman. He certainly found a way to get on people's good sides. That steak sounded pretty alluring right now.

”You’re right, we haven’t even checked out the city yet! It will be a good learning experience~. Maybe we’ll find a few restaurants which prepare chicken!” Oh yeah. That’s why birds hated Eve. The familiar had remained silent during the entire conversation and finally decided to chime in. ”Oh, sorry. I’m Delta’s semblance, Eve. Pleased to meet you, Gren.” It bowed its head as a greeting, ”I’ve got a person or two in mind. I’ll grab… What did you refer to him as again? ’Sad Sack’?” He spun around on the ball of his foot and began to descend the steps leading to Robert’s row.

”You’re not drinking.”

”I know.” Delta followed up without skipping a beat.

”Not a single drop.”

The boy stopped next to Robert and a student he was conversing with. ”Hey Robert! What’s with the sullen look? Anyways, Delta was wondering if you wanted to go out with him and a few classmates later on. It’d be nice to have another person who knows their way around the city on board!” The young soldier presented not one, but two cards in his palm. Eve raised an eyebrow, but suddenly picked up on what its companion was denoting, ”Oh, and you’re free to come along too, miss…?” Eve trailed off as it looked up at the girl. She appeared to be the same age as Delta, armed with cyanic irises which mesmerized the familiar. A whole lot more interesting than the monochrome slate grey the student bearing it was born with. Hopefully her name was just as interesting.

Violet Steel

“I’ll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station.” Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn’t join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we’re doing is for the good of the entire world, that’s it. I don’t know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don’t really care. Just do your part, and I’ll do mine.” She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye.

“And about the whole getting me ‘wet’ thing…that’s sexual harassment… don’t do it again.” Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.

Robert Fallson - History Class

"Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away.

Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over.

"Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.

The red haired woman, Sangue, had been very deliberate in setting that timer. Very deliberately setting it for what could only be a short amount of time, as class had to be starting in... a couple minutes at the most. And with none of her teammates to wake her up, either, likely assisting Amy with recovery from the blast of sound they'd all endured last period. In essence, it seemed Miss Naga was out here on her lonesome.

That's not good.

Now, it wasn't like he was creepily staring at her or anything, mind you, far from it! It was just more idle observance, as he'd propped his elbow on his desk and swept the room with his eyes. Like overhearing something, but with vision. While he had to admit, she was pretty easy on the eyes, he was far more discreet in his ogling than to brazenly keep his head fixed upon somebody in the middle of class!

Okay, this self-damnation thing really needed to stop. And more importantly, the team he liked the best's lone member in History class (funnily enough the one he knew the least) was in need of back up.

And far be it from me to sit idly by.

Tearing out a whole new sheet of paper and contemplating his need to invest in loose-leaf, he began to crumple it into a tight ball. Normally, he'd just settle for just a corner, but as inclined to sleep as the redhead seemed to be, he figured he'd need all the mass he'd get.

Right. Ammunition Loaded--

He held the paper ball between his thumb and index finger, other hand placed behind it.

--Safety off--

Said other hand buried the tip of his index finger into the pad of the thumb.

--Target to ten o'clock, angle up 15 degrees--

He aimed his projectile carefully...

--FIRING FOR EFFECT!--

And flicked the crumpled up mass of paper straight for her head.

Sangue Naga

Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory.

The paper ball hit her head.

Sangue slowly opened her eyes.

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The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself.

Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up.

The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed.

"..."

The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball.

She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.

"And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required.

"Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.

@GingerBoi123

Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class

Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them?

It was so strange.

Yet also so incredibly awesome.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free?

Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene.

Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.

Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class

Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I’m in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What’s the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history.

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Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class

Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn’t have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around.

Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.

Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask.

His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down.

Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy."

Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.

@Crimmy

Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"

@GingerBoi123

Shuai Taidan

Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan.

"Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo.

Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura.

"Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"

"A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.