Sasha frowned as Lucifer had left before she could tease him so more. And she was even went as far as to wear a negligee for it the night before. "Ah~ what a pity...although if he loses his reasoning as a man, then even I may not be able to stop him~" Casually speaking aloud such dangerous thoughts, she was about to change into a more conservative, dress like clothing, the dark purple akin to a darkening sunset, after the sun has slipped beyond the horizon. Of course, in remembrance that this was a physical education class today, that probably wouldn't be a good idea.

Tossing aside the dress, she put on a casual black tank top and white shorts, before running out the door. Quickly donning the usual ribbon at the side of her head, the Russian managed to make it to Itsuko's Boot Camp from Hell instructions. Either fight her, or shoulder what appeared to be enough weight to simulated a filled body bag or two while running until imminent collapse.

"While it might've been my fault that the train detonated, do we really need another Istanbul incident?" Laughing gently, Sasha walked up towards her 'teacher' with a smile. Her delicate and soft appearance contrasted Itsuko's hard and well-built body. "Well? Shall we start?" Putting her hands onto her waist, Sasha cutely winked.

However, she wasn't just taunting her rival. All the while speaking and moving, she was carefully gauging and planning the fight out. The greatest problem that she would encounter, would be the difference in skill. While the Russian specialized in stealth, seduction, and being underestimated due to her appearance, her rival specialized in brute force. It could be said that close quarter battles were the Japanese's girl's specialty. If she took her head on, it would definitely end with her loss. But a face to face fight, and unarmed at that, there want much she could do.

All Sasha could hope for, is to hope that Itsuko would fall for feints buried under feints.

Amy felt something remarkable. The weight was being lifted of her back and plunged down next to her on the track. She pushed herself up with the help of her hands and looked upwards towards the person helping her out. She stared at Lucifer for quite a while beforing giving a nod that she was alright and shook her head at him basically saying that she didn't need help up. Amy timidly got to her knees and eventually up to her legs. She had a long stare competition with his neck and eventually looked upwards to his eyes with a deadpan expression. Another person that was taller than her. Well at least she wouldn't hurt her neck while looking up at him. Amy didn't have much injuries from the fall but remarkably enough she still had a blood nose. It wasn't the first time she got one. Her nose tends to be weak and whenever she gets excited or falls her nose would start to bleed. Amy didn't notice her blood nose but instead she did note other things.

The boy was talking in english and was quite good at it too. He wasn't Japanese that was for sure but she also couldn't figure out where he did come from. At first she tought he would have been british but that wasn't it completly either. Maybe Australia. Amy angled her head a little as the silence between him and her grew bigger and bigger. Amy then realised she had not thanked the man yet and immediately bowed at him when she thought about it "Thank you very much..." She remained standing there in the same bowing pose for about a minute and stood upright to stare at him again.

A continuous cycle of inhaling and exhaling took place throughout the youth’s respiratory system. His heart pumped nonstop in an almost futile attempt to keep his mind and his body afloat, his ears were filled with nothing but an incessant thumping of blood couriering oxygen to wherever it was desperately needed. Bones ached and muscles creaked, as if they had been rusted over, and frankly, they probably had been by the second time around the course. It may have just been his mind playing tricks on him, but the equipment strapped onto him seemed to be gradually increasing in weight with every half of the track he covered. Wind couldn’t be stopped by many things, but Zephyr wasn’t named after intense gusts of air, but gentle breezes that affably caressed the body into a peaceful state. He valued endurance and speed over strength, but everybody had their limit, especially a person whose torso was nearly entirely enveloped by the gear pulling him more and more towards the rough ground.

”Don’t stop ‘til you drop, Zeph.” The boy thought to himself, a paltry attempt at trying to encourage himself. By the time he had completed half of his third lap, the weights felt like they had nearly doubled, or maybe the exhaustion was just getting to him. Beads of sweat were flowing rather than subtly slinking down his forehead, how much he wanted to have had the chance to engulf a piece of bread this morning. Zephyr remembered telling his mother to pack a slice before their departure, in hopes that he could reenact the legendary Late for School trope, and sprint his way into class with a slice in his mouth while screaming ”Kyaaaaaaaaah~” But unfortunately, Sachi merely stared daggers at the product of fifteen years of effort and through his ass into the company helicopter.

Zephyr’s ears picked up obnoxiously shrill complaints coming from where Itsuko-sensei was standing. Taking a moment to focus more on his peripheral vision rather than the people struggling to jog in front of him, his eyes honed in on the loquacious individual. A girl wrapped up in enough bandages to supply a whole entire clinic. Her argument was that if she performed any of the tasks set before her today, she would ultimately cook like a barbecue under the not so irradiating sun. Now, this predicament could have easily been remedied with apparel suited for such an occasion. She could have worn aerated clothing that would allow air to pass through while equally protecting her from the sun. The fact that she was wearing a petite t-shirt and shorts, which simultaneously exposed her bandages to the very orb of rejuvinating light she was complaining about, just seemed counterproductive. Maybe if she spent more time regulating her breathing rather than machine-gunning words at their instructor, she might’ve possibly been in a better state to attempt either exercise.

At least, that’s what Zephyr would’ve thought, if he wasn’t such an carefree and optimistic person. Instead, his mind went along something like this. ”MOTHER OF COFFEE, IT’S THE PHYSICALLY WOUNDED AND TIMID HEROINE TROPE, HOW I HAVE LIVED TO SEE THIS DA-”

And then Zephyr tripped on something.

The world suddenly went into slow-motion, his head turned in lethargic time to take in the scenario he had suddenly walked- well, now flown into. To his right was a young boy… girl… ”MOTHER OF COFFEE, IT’S A TRAP- Wait. Zeph. Focus. Something’s in front of you.” He shifted his gaze from the boy with locks of lavender to the other figure idly standing directly in front of him. His eyes took a deft moment to focus, from what he could see, a girl of nearly equal height to the bystander was before him, and was only realizing that a person was on a collision course with her. The look of surprise slowly coming into fruition was almost entrancing, but the fact that eighty kilograms was about to crash into her was enough to send Zephyr into action.

The boy had grown up working on the fly. He wasn’t an opponent, but an advocate of living, breathing, and thriving in the moment. Concepts such as past and future bared no meaning to him, except they were things to work from and towards. But neither could be accomplished without taking a stand in the present. In one fluent motion, Zephyr undid the equipment and held his arms out towards the girl. He of course collided with her, but instead of having her take the brunt of the solid ground, the boy twisted his body and placed himself as such a role. Both Zephyr and his harness hit the ground at the same time, collectively producing a loud commotion that drew the attention of more than just a few classmates.

The white-haired boy gritted his teeth throughout the whole duration of the crisis, which he had managed to barely avert. ”Owie....” The whimper gravitated from his mouth as he sat himself up and released his arms from the girl. Zephyr made sure to account any damage from the fall by keeping her tightly pressed to his chest, albeit it wasn’t much of a cushion, it was better than getting a faceful of rock. The only thing that really seemed to be in permanent disarray was his clothing, now covered in dirt and despair. He sighed and meagered a smile while helping the girl onto her feet.

Now they were face to face, Zeph took the chance to take in the person he almost gravely wounded. She was undoubtedly a westerner. Not west-west. Just west. Europe, probably. Far west side of it. In conclusion: west. The first facet of her he picked up on was her eyes. He was expecting the iconic azure irises, but to his surprise they were golden. The orbs seemed to absorb all light around them, adding to the incandescent shimmer they gave off. Her blonde hair was woven with speckles of dirt, she didn’t seem too peeved off about what had just occurred. Actually, it was basically impossible to tell what she was thinking. Her facial expression had as much fervor as lullaby.

”Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” The boy energetically proceeded with a repetitious volley of bows and apologies. This was, in fact, quite the eventful first day. ”Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorr- ow my toe, sorry!” Ok. This was getting a tad bit pitiful. ”Oh, I’m Zephyr Quix! What are you names?” And just like that, Zeph changed gears, glancing between both of them. His English was surprisingly fluent, after all, his mother had taught him the language alongside Japanese. Why she never taught him Russian though, well, he might just never know.


@liferusher @White Feather

It was dawn by the time Miles burst out of the closet. He looked like he had just walked off the set of a zombie movie. Miles’ jacket was only half on and the rest torn apart, the shirt sleeves barely reached past elbows before dissolving into tatters a few stray strands sticking to his arms in blood. His pants had one leg turned into shorts and obvious bite marks all over his arms, overlaying on similar old scars.

Seeing his clothes in the infirmary mirror Miles had to take deep breaths to maintain his composure. Spying his luggage nearby Miles hastily opened it and grabbed out a fresh suit. Looking up he saw Donna in the reflection smirking behind him.

“Donna, dear, I hope you enjoyed last night. Trapping me in there and ruining my clothes. Minako seemed sick and I couldn't get her any medicine...” biting his cheek Miles punched the mirror, the hairline cracks appearing to sever Donna’s head as she left the infirmary. Rummaging through the medical drawers he found a bottle of painkillers.

Gulping down a handful Miles threw his ruined clothes in a bin and did light first aid cleaning the cuts and bandaging them. Miles got out one of his black suits with a red undershirt. New shoes with a mirror polish and a black cravat completed his ensemble. Seeing his reflection Miles was content, new clothes and the new bite marks didn’t affect his movement too much.

@WaddleDaisy
Giving himself a wink in the mirror, Miles felt a lot better about himself. Taking his luggage to Minako’s room knocked and entered, seeing Minako in just a towel.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Minako! I’ll just leave my things here while you change and I’ll gladly escort you to the morning PE session” coughing and making a point of not looking at the area Minako was in, Miles put his luggage by an unoccupied bed. “I’ll be waiting outside, you’re a big girl, you don’t need help with clothes” walking to the door he spares a quick grin over his shoulder before turning back.

Lucifer allowed the girl to get up by herself, not wanting to embarrass her by fussing. When she got up he was able to look at her properly. She was shorter than him, but only slightly, and mayhap a whole stone lighter. Her nose was bleeding and she had a fair few injuries, which marred otherwise good features. Her nose was bleeding, but she didn't seem to notice.

They looked at each other in silence for what felt like a good few minutes. Lucifer would've walked on, but he wasn't quite sure she was alright. Her silent staring only amplified this fear.

Eventually, after some time, the girl bowed and muttered a "Thank you very much..."
"It's alright." he shrugged, but she stood stock still in her bow for another minute or so, before going back upright, like she was being propped up on a ramrod. Perhaps she had hit herself harder than he had thought. She certainly seemed a little slow on the uptake.

But before he could voice his concerns, he was interrupted by a low flying student. Lucifer scarcely had time to react before a white-haired boy went pelting into the girl. He barely had time to blink before they hit the ground.

The boy helped the girl back on to her feet whilst Lucifer dragged the dropped bags out of the way. One accident was quite enough. They didn't need someone else getting creamed because they weren't careful enough.

The boy introduced himself as Zephyr Quix, an apt name considering the speed at which he had been going around the track. He unleashed a string of apologies to which Lucifer lifted a hand as if to silence him
"Please, Mr Quix, if anyone should apologise, it should be me. I should have moved everything before you came along."

"My name is Eosforos Palaiologos. Lucifer in American, and I think Rushifu in Japanese. As-Salam-u-Alaikum."
Lucifer didn't expect the other two to know the correct response, but he put his hands together and bowed his head anyway. He didn't extend his hand, instead gesturing at a less busy part of the field.
"Maybe we should move somewhere less chaotic. Perhaps you would like to go to the medical bay, Miss?" He looked at Amy meaningfully.

The boy replied back to the small girl by brushing it off with a few short and cool words. They stood there in an awkward silence making it possible for Amy to look over to boy from top to bottom he had purple hair and a short build just like her. He was slightly taller and looked more like a girl than a boy from her perspective, he had nice blue eyes that matched good with his hair and the sky above him. Out of nowhere she was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard loud yelling from the left of her and timidly looked over. A slightly bigger and dark shadow overlapped her small fragile body. An object was quickly approaching her and she barely had time to react. Amy reached out for her katana to cut it in half but noticed her japanese sword was still in her room at times like this. Her face blanked as the monster tackled her down. Amy was tackled down by a random guy who was running around the track and prepared for collision with the ground but was quite surprised to see the reaction speed of the boy.

He quickly swapped places with Amy by grabbing hold of her body and flinging her small frame around his, he offered himself up to take the hit from the hard dust track and landed with a loud tuck. Amy's small frame was being held tightly against the boy's torso for protection and luckly didn't land as hard as the boy did. Unlike the boy she seemed fine from the fall, Amy had gotten a few more scraps on her knees and legs but nothing more than that. She was holding her own body tightly with the two small hands clinged onto her shoulders so that her arms would be damaged more than everything else on her body out of reaction. She was released from his tight grip and timidly pushed herself up from the boy's body by placing both her hands onto his thighs.

She slowly rose her head towards the same height as his and timidly looked up at the boy that had just rescued her from falling even harder. She undid the long blonde hairs from her sight by angeling her head just slightly while staring deeply into the boy his deep maroon irises with her endless gaze "Are you okay?" Amy monotonly talked to the boy and blinking a few times before looking the boy over to see if he was hurt anywhere and began focusing her sight at his shirt. She had noticed that she had made quite a mess of it. Her nose was apparently bleeding from the fall earlier and had dripped a little onto his school uniform. She dipped her finger onto he now poken out toungh and rubbed on the spot where the blood stain was. The boy got himself out of this position and stood up while he was also helping Amy up to her feet again. When Amy was back on her feet she shook her head around a little so the hairs would fall down back in order but still had a blank look on her face like always. So it was hard to tell what she thought of the fall just now. She was still gratefull to the boy for fixing his own mistakes. But truly it was her fault for tripping in the first place

She carefully looked over at the white haired boy again and also scanned him over just like she did with the other boy. Of course the first thing that came to mind whas his white hair and the almost red colored eyes. It was pretty damn obvious with these two feats alone. She had never seen someone that was an albino before so her continues gaze kept being pointed at the white boy his hair out of curiousity. The boy apologised to both of them but Amy stayed quite and kept staring at the boy. Amy shook her head again but this time as a way of saying no to the boy "It's my fault, I fell first." She thought she could talk english towards the boy so she did it for her own. If the boy didn't understand her she could always try communicating in Japanese. Amy gazed at the man some more thinking on how these english to Japanese translators could possibly benefit her and reminded his and the other guy their faces so she could use then as translators once she needed them.

While Amy in her own line of thoughts the boys spoke to each other and seemed quite friendly when you see them at first glance. The boy she first met here introduced himself and went along with a formal greeting. Amy also bowed and gave him her name "Amy..." She went quite again and listened to the boy once more "I'm fine, they are just scrapes." Amy turned to the white haired guy and also gave him a small bow "Amy..." She followed behind the Lucifer of the track and noticed the first few steps that her ankle was quite painfull. She did remember that a lot of weight was put on it when she fell with Zephyr but nothing more than that so it should have been fine. Amy continued walked and ignored the pain but was still walking rather strangely well it at least seemed that way.

~Donna~

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“Oh ho, you’re as lively as ever.”

The line was spoken right next to Izumi as the resident Hall Monitor and Nurse’s Assistant popped up beside her fellow Black Class member. She walked over and crossed her arms, watching the regime of new girl Itsuko with an ever persistent grin. Saya had already informed the Black Class that they were to meet with the newbie sometime later today. Seeing as Itsuko was too busy playing P.E. teacher, that obviously didn’t happen yet.

“Kaede must be doing something really important to have missed something like this,” the sharp-toothed girl joked, grinding her teeth as she wondered how it would feel to tear off Itsuko’s face off with jaws. “Eh, but the girl has guts. She must be really special to the boss if the can become the teacher just like that.”

Whatever extremities she had performed with Miles last night were not shown on Donna’s physique. Her uniform was as prim as ever, her kendo stick gripped in one hand and slugged over her shoulder lazily. She opened her mouth to give Izumi yet more commentary when something else caught her attention on the field of hard-working students.

“Hey, isn’t that the boss’ sister?”

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~Rei~

Throughout the entire morning of their training, Rei’s glare never let up. Specifically, she was casting her ire will on two people: Itsuko and Sayaka. Sayaka for being her natural self and attempting to skip out on their training with stupid excuses and Itsuko for even putting them through this hell in the first place.

The younger Momoko sibling stayed close to Addie, having chosen to run in laps since it didn’t bother that much. She gave her other companion a disapproving sigh as she went off about her bandages again. Having seen what was tucked underneath last night in the infirmary, Rei knew that the “burned” girl was so full of it.

Even so, Rei continued to glare at Itsuko with a heated stare. Really, this was all stupid. She understood that they had to select their courses based on physical output, yes, but why not just take on the blonde girl and get this over with? As she saw more people commit to that same challenge, Rei narrowed her red eyes as she momentarily abandoned her teammates to stroll up to Itsuko and the growing crowd.

“And me. I want to fight you too,” she announced with ice in her voice. Truly, she was the Head Director’s own flesh and blood.

"It's nice to see you again this morning Donna." Izumi told the girl in an uncharacteristic manner, she took off the dark blonde girl's hat and rubbed her head like a pup or a well trained dog.

"Yes That's my imouto, shes a first year and just starting here, I haven't gotten a chance to talk to her yet and Saya has a lot of faith that my imouto will breeze through this school and become a legendary assassin among the ranks of the elite." She almost gave the blonde dark skinned girl a half smile, but then something in Izumi's eye sparkled and she looked past the student's and Itsuko's class to see three male students huddled together.

Izumi glared at the group and looked back to Donna and took her hand off the little jack of all trait's head and put her hat back on Donna's head." Keep an eye on the class and make sure the student's don't hurt Itsuko too much, if they do what I think their gonna do then give them fifteen minutes at her then stop them how ever you wish, I need to take care of something Presidental business." Izumi told the shark tooth girl as she walked over to the group.

The second she got over to the group of boys, they spotted her and the only thing they could do was moan and groan then just stare at Izumi to the point where she felt odd, two of the boys began quickly moving away from Izumi, as the third stared at her and began to have drool fall from the corner of his mouth and he began taking steps towards her like he was shuffling almost." Stop where you are right now." Izumi ordered the boy to stop, and he did for a second, but then he just charged at Izumi, and right when he got in front of her, she delivered a quick right hook to him and floored him.

The boy dropped to the dirty ground and looked around quickly he shook his head like wild dog and got up taking off and dropping a small round blue object, Izumi let the boy get away and picked up the pill, it was smooth and cool to the touch, Izumi held the object up to the sky and looked at it, she could see directly through the small pearl like object, before she examine the pearl any further her bracelet began flashing and she pocketed the pearl, she knew that soon she and the members of black class would have to meet up with Saya later she took off from there and began heading to the Class Black's room.

@TheWindel



It was almost too late for Sayaka she was starting to pant like a dog in this sunglight she noticed one of her team mates decided to go with the running around option since the packs were specificlly made for them, Sayaka began letting out large breaths like she just ran a lap around the building like Rei was planning to do, but then the blue haired girl then deiced to change her mind, she chose to ditch the pack option and go with the option of beating up Itsuko, Sayaka stood by her side even though she was almost about to collapse." I...I got your...I got your back Rei." She struggled to speak while standing next to her team mate. Even though it would be more likely that she might collapse mid battle, she was gonna help Rei take this blonde chick, since Rei was possibly the second closes thing she had to a friend besides Addie." I'll fight by your side Rei, till I collapse." She told her blue haired team mate.

Another plain old day.

Nuo casually walked through the corridors, carelessly swinging her blade in circles as the light of the morning gleamed from its strange steel. At one moment, the girl briefly stopped and popped a supplement pill, gulping it straight before resuming her walk.

We all know what Nuo's about to do: head to outdoors to comply with yesterday's announcements. But perhaps you have not yet known that she's been awake since 5:00 PM last night after a short nap in the grassy fields, or she's been snacking on ghost peppers overnight while enjoying the starry night. A few people in the school might already know her as a bit of a rowdy gal, but no one has yet to know the deeper enigmas behind Nuo, like the fact that's she's been awake for more than twelve hours now. Or Jill the Ripper. Nobody wants to know about the Ripper.

Interestingly, Nuo doesn't know a single thing yet about her possible roommates. The only thing she heard about was that she was to be placed in a 3-man room, and that one of them was a beer-guzzler. If that's true, then oh boy, this is going to be good.

Nuo exited the premises, still swinging her polear- ahem, sword. With a bit of impatience in her expression, she awaited further instructions.

Miles chuckled to himself when he heard Minako’s words, wondering how he should react to his little sister speaking in such a way. Waiting in the hall he looked out the window and saw that he and Minako were quite late. Frowning he waited quietly, secretly screaming at himself for his tardiness. When Minako appeared from their room he span on his heal and smiled at her as she clutched his arm.

“Well aren’t you eager! Let us be off, we are already quite late. A poor impression for our first day of class, don’t you think?” with a grin on his face, he led Minako gently through the building, occasionally smiling down at his new little sister It’s actually quite nice to have a sibling of some sort. Like, a comforting weight. as they went to the door outside, he briefly had to cover his eyes from the sun. Cracking his neck, Miles led the way to Itsuko’s training ground where there was some kind of argument or conflict was happening. Someone had fallen and two gallant young men seemed to be having some chivalry contest.

“Keep it up lads! One of you will surely get your princess!” the current drill sergeant character was a rather fetching looking young lady, Well I certainly feel overdressed, a tracksuit would be far more appropriate smiling Miles noticed the heavy packs and opened up a few, noticing the differences. Picking up a pack with medical supplies Miles wondered if it was a bad sign that he was expecting Donna to go at him again. Finally paying proper attention the the scene in front of him a trio of first years seemed to be readying themselves to fight the instructor.

“Oh? Is there some kind of rumble to take place here? I’m up for a bout. Although ganging up on a lady seems a bit impolite... besides won't you be tired after going a few rounds, Miss?” with a conflicted look on his face Miles wondered what he should do.

”So, Amy’s her name?” The thought crossed echoed in his mind as the recently acquainted girl was spirited away by a couple senpais. This felt like the junction of a visual novel’s main route where the player meets a heroine, but the current state of matters don’t allow for a developmental conversation to continue. Zephyr definitely felt responsible for the series of events, his normally upbeat disposition decreased in brightness slightly with a sullen look. A bit of his mind tried to hazard why she attempted to play off her ankle injury like it was nothing detrimental. He was also surprised by how nonchalantly she reacted towards facing a potential life and death situation.

Zeph didn’t have the capability to feel negative emotions, so he was expecting the reticent blonde to shoulder the entirety of the fright transpiring in that whole debacle. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the Amazoness, the self-proclaimed “Strongest Woman on the Planet” stormed off to turn a few of her pupils into knuckle sandwiches. Personally, Zephyr was more of a burger or melt kind of kid, but he wasn’t one to judge. Since barehanded CQC was the sole form of combat available to the students deciding to fight, albeit versatility was probably a factor taken into account by every student there, an open field didn’t exactly offer a myriad of options applicable in fighting. A rock to the head with a bit of momentum behind it would be enough to drop a normal adversary, but Zeph had the faint feeling that Itsuko-sensei wasn’t, well, normal. Due to the fact that the white-haired boy wasn’t really a blossoming flower when it came to hand-to-hand combat, he ended up frivolously bowing in apology when his teacher nearly tore both Lucifer and him a new one. If he was to get into the shootout with the ardent instructor, maybe he would have a chance to strut his stuff, but that would probably be left for another day.

Zephyr sternly tightened the nape of his tie and promptly spun around on the ball of his knee to face, or rather, gaze down at the boy...girl… androgynous… probably the first option, the individual who introduced himself as Lucifer with his own native greeting. The boy wasn’t aware attending this school was going to be as much of a cultural experience as it was an educational one. But, suffice it to say, it was definitely one with many bumps lying ahead. He was already finding PE practice to be an enlightening class, he couldn’t help but to want to see what their teacher had up her sleeve next. Zephyr picked up his vest and managed to tighten the strap with tired appendages. Only now did he begin to feel the effects of the arduous task he was about to embark upon yet again, the boy’s posture dropped minutely with the additional weight, but he kept his energetic composure firing on all cylinders.

”Alright, Lucifer! We shall run ‘til we drop! Onwards! Fighting! Fighting!” The boy energetically cheered with a fist raised highly in the sky. ”...Aaaaaaand, march!” Zephyr raised one foot, yet unfortunately, the other didn’t really get the memo and remained idle. The student let out a short-lived ”Wha?” before falling face first into the ground. The tropes were ever so evident today. The boy pushed himself off of the ground, tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes as he did so. ”Fighting… fighting… let’s just go…” He ended off lacking any morale as he began to the jog without an end in sight. He would have to hit the showers later, and throw on a spare change of clothes. Now the question was, where was such a place located? Hopefully Zephyr would receive a schedule soon, and find out what his agenda actually listed. Well, that was not the task at hand. His lone order was to run, and he would damn well run. While sniffling every so often, that is.

Lucifer watched Amy be escorted away by the Black Class, certain that he would never speak to her again, then listened quietly as Itsuko verbally chewed him out. He had an amazing poker face, as all throughout her chastising of him, he simply looked blank and emotionless.

In fact, when she stopped talking, he was so bold as to make a suggestion. "Miss, Master Quix has done nothing wrong. I am the sole one at fault here."
There was no apology in his tone. He was simply stating a fact, the same way one might say "the sky is blue" or "the grass is green".

But when she turned her back, Lucifer looked up at the white-haired boy and muttered quietly, so only they would hear "She proclaims herself world's strongest without proof, gives a vague and ineffective order that puts people at risk and provides minimal help to who need it, yet she has the gall to complain because we wish to help a young lady who has taken a tumble? Arrogance!"

It was not a tone of anger, at least not until he called her arrogant. And he wasn't angry. He was disappointed. Back home, things were very clear. You had an order and you had patterns. It wasn't 'run aimlessly around whilst I jerk my ego off in the corner and trash-talk those with less experience' it was 'You should do this to improve X skill. If you need help, look to your brothers for guidance.'
It built teamwork, encouraged cordial relations and it gave people a 'why' as well as a 'what' and 'how'. This was a strictly solitary task, and the teacher's attempts to control it came across as mollycoddling, patronising and an excuse for her to flex her power muscles. Never had Lucifer disliked a training exercise so simple, nor thought a mentor so useless.

He wasn't trying to impress anyone. He was here to improve. And so far the haphazard staff, the random testing and the carelessness of the students were pretty damning. And this place was supposed to be as good as the Fedayeen?

"If I wanted to carry my weight in combat gear, I would have joined a PMC. I thought us assassins were meant to blend with the crowd?"

Zephyr seemed to try to cheer him up. Lucifer's morale was raised by his new friend's strange but rallying cry. For all of two seconds. Then Zephyr fell flat on his face.
"Master Quix! Are you okay?" Luci yelped as he tried to help the boy to his feet, shooting a stern look at Itsuko as he did so.

When Zephyr recovered, he looked drained and unhappy. And why wouldn't he? Things were hardly going their way. And if someone as upbeat as Zephyr was in a bad mood, god only knew what some of the less confident assassins were feeling.

Lucifer started running in a very particular way - sprint three steps then jog two steps. It was a trick he had learned out in the field that allowed him to move quickly whilst conserving stamina. Even with the extra 66lbs of weight, he was still booking it around the course. He didn't stay by Zephyr, but moved independently.
After three or four laps, he stopped running, walked off the track and dumped the stuff uncerimoniously in a heap before sitting down to watch the other runners and the fighting, beckoning Zephyr to join him. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

You told me to run. Well, I ran. Now what?

@Jedly@KoL

Amy hadn't even introduced herself before the teacher came up to the three of them and immediately ordered some of the black class students to help getting Amy to the infirmary. Amy silently stared at Itsuko with a blank expression on her face and gave a small nod at Itsuko to say she was okay to her but was still being carried off. The two black class students lifted her up and dragged her off towards the infirmary, just like they were in the army dragging someone around who doesn't have a leg anymore. Amy kept quiet and simply gazed in front of her the whole time while she was being dragged around. Her sight displayed Itsuko yelling at the two boys she had just befriended with and put them back to manual labor, uh I mean excersizes again. She gave a small wave at the two boys before she was completely out of sight and disappeared into the building.

The two lap dogs ran around the building on their way to the infirmary while Amy gazed around the school building for any potential intrests in the future but didn't see anything remarkable at all. They soon arrived at the infirmary where the school nurse/doctor seemed to be missing. The two students weirdly talked to each other and put Amy down on one of the beds. Amy acted like a lifeless doll being cared by anyone that helped her as the other two suddenly ran off. Amy angled her head in confusion and gazed around the infirmary room. It looked pretty normal for an assasin school, just like any other infirmary did. The two students ran over to her again and said a few things she didn't understand in which Amy simply gave a few nods. They opened up a small first aid kit and started scanning her body for any cuts or wounds she might have. Amy kept on gazing in front of her while the other two treated her wounds. They found a few wounds on her arms and legs and applied some disinfectant onto them in which Amy kept replying "Ittai...Ittai...Ittai..." So on and so on, yet she did not raise any eye to any of the two and kept saying the Japanese word in a monotone tone.

They also scanned under her clothes and asked for permission to do so but Amy could only nod at their question and did not mind for them to undress her at all. They would turn red several times by her sexy almost naked body of course, but that was only a side note. Lastly they treated her leg, binding it in some sort of stretch band so she could still walk and feel less pain. When they were finished they kept asking the same question over and over again but they looked rather confused by her "Can you stand" nod again and again but they did not comprehend. They suddenly lifted her again and took her to the field where Itsuko's bootcamp was happening. They put her down again on the outside of the field. Amy gave a small bow and waited for them to leave "Thank you very much..." They frowned a little at each other and scratched their head to what for weird girl this was and left after a while. Amy casually sat down with her legs raised up, her arms hugging her legs next to the track and gazed at the once running around with her head burried behind her knees.

Her eyes followed both of the boys she had met before very carefully. Lucifer seemed to be the one who was done with it first but didn't look so tired after all those laps. Amy stood up and walked over "Hi..." She didn't even look at Lucifer and simply sat down next to him in the same position she was in before she joined Lucifer. Amy gazed around the track again with her mind on zero leaving an awkward silence for Lucifer again.

As the students began taking a long time to get the class over with, members of black class began coming outside of the school to see what was taking so long, and in the moment the black class members that came outside began to get bored watching one person handle a bunch of students on their own, they went back inside of the school and returned outside with a cooler filled with water bottles they figured if the teacher was gonna drag this out they might as well re hydrate the students, but of coarse for a price for more than one bottle of water.

They set up their water bottle like stand with their cooler near by and waited for all of the students to be finished with the class and any of them that were lingering around to get some water in their system." Anyone who's finished get some water the next person teaching you today will be Izumi, get hydrated now or die trying too !" A girl from black Class Announced to everyone outside.

While The members of Black class were attempting to get the students some water, Izumi was on the roof of the school with a helicopter, the pilot was in the pilot's seat and checking the chopper's dash board, inside the helicopter there were several backpacks that looked like parachutes, next to the chopper on the roof were several crates with blinking red lights on the sides of them, Izumi was checking the parachutes making sure they were packed properly.

Just then the pilot got out of the chopper and looked at Izumi not knowing what to say." Sorry Ms.Izumi but I don't have enough chopper fuel to get the students to the island and take them back, and sadly the next time I'll get fuel is in the next couple weeks, I'm sorry again."

Izumi looked to the pilot and put the parachutes onto the chopper, she disarmed the flashing red lights on the crates and put them also onto the chopper then stared at the pilot." Stop giving Donna rides in the chopper and take it back to the helipad and back down to the subbasement. I'll have to tell the others that that the class has changed." Izumi send a message to the members that were trying to hydrate the students, when the message was sent Izumi went back inside of the school.

When the members got the message one of them flipped out there phone and whispered to the others the new details, then one of them looked at the others and made an announcement." All of you not Fighting Listen up, There's good news and bad news, Good news us you won't have Donna's Coconut Crab buddies sticking their claws up your asses, bad news is you got torture endurance class where Izumi tortures you for hours on end, so prepare your anuses!" The girl from black class announced." You still can get water though, but after your first cup it's a dollar a cup we take all kinds of cash here too."

A week earlier

The pair of earphones slipped under the ear muffs seemed pretty out of place, especially in the middle of the gun range. On top of that, most people listened to music with a fast pace, something befitting of the exhilarating experience that was firing a gun. The reception of the recoil, the vibration of its force channeled upwards, the bullet flying out of the chamber. All of it was a catalyst of waking up a user. But instead, Zephyr had a relatively anticlimactic song playing into his ears, its tune drowned out with every successive gunshot. The song coincidentally ended as soon as he felt the all too familiar click of his gun. The boy pressed on the pistol’s safety and placed it on the countertop before him, then slipped off the accessories over his ears. His peripheral vision focused on the door abruptly easing open, a young adult only four years older than him stood in the frame.

”Good evening, Zephyr-dono. I got your coffee.” The guy was dressed up in formal attire, sporting a suit and tie that denoted a profession as a butler. ”What’cha listening to, kiddo?” He queried while he gently set down a tray, then proceeded to relocate an empty porcelain cup and a press full of recently brewed coffee onto a different table. ”Dawn and Firefly. Can’t say I’m a fan of n-buna, personally prefer Orangestar and out of survice, but this song strikes my fancy. How about you, Haruki-kun? Oh, and what did I say about honorifics?”

The diversity in the room’s furniture was pretty bleak. Only a few wooden tables and a firing range encompassed its pallette. ”Well, both topics are up to debate. Personally, I don’t have a definite favorite, and if I don’t designate you as such, I may just lose my job.” Zephyr chuckled at the thought of his personal butler, and best friend, being kicked out onto the stoop. In Z’s eyes, he was a big brother figure, and seemed to perform the role of a father more than required. ”Like that would ever happen~! You’ve been in our employment for four years. Besides, I’d give anybody hell who would try to fire you.” Haruki nodded while he slipped a saucer under the cup and brought it over to the boy’s table, ”So… I heard school is starting soon? Studying away from home, I see. I’m surprised, to say the least.” The younger of the two placed a finger into the finely molded handle and took a sip of the bitter beverage, savoring every last drop. ”Think you’ll have a problem making friends?” Haruki asked apprehensively, uneasiness riddling his voice. Zephyr was definitely a social butterfly, it’s just that his personality was too sporadic for people to grab a firm hold of. ”Well…” The boy trailed off, setting down the cup back on its saucer, ”I’ll just leave it up to fate!”

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The boy found Lucifer’s wording and phrasing pretty intriguing. It balanced itself between the border of archaic and avant-garde, throwing in enough modern terminology to negate the outdated linguo used by the boy’s tongue. He didn’t have a short temper, just wanted to apply his time to something productive. Running around with military gear didn’t seem to meet the criteria. ”Well, I guess we… have to be… ready to make a hasty getaway when needed. This also builds up endurance.” Zephyr managed to get out his response between sparse huffs of air, and slight chuckles at his designation.

”Master Quix. Now if it was a maid in Akihabara saying this to me, I’d be bouncing off the walls.” Wishful thinking wasn’t going to take his steed in the run, though. Lucifer soon deviated from the course the white-haired boy was taking, simultaneously ending their conversation. It wasn’t soon until the student who had the tendency to hiss at Itsuko-sensei finished with their exercise, and promptly took a passive seat on the side of the track. Zephyr sighed and veered around a turn for another lap, wanting to get the full extent of this exercise, to utilize all of his energy for this final trek.

Amy made a reappearance by his acquaintance’s side, both were almost equal in height, and judging by their movements, weapon of choice. He was already aware that the European girl wielded something along the lines of a sheathed sword. Her initial reflex was to slice the young boy in half before he ended up flying into her. At the same token, a gun just didn’t seem to fit Lucifer. The boy gulped down the remaining saliva in his mouth and pressed on towards his classmates. He grinded to a halt against the asphalt, nearly tumbling over due to the weight of his gear. In one articulate motion, he undid all of the equipment and fell onto the grassy surface beside Amy, then glanced past the girl so they were both within his vision. ”Hiya~! Preeeeeeeeeeeetty tired from that exercise. Really could go for a shower right now.”

As if on cue, that dream was effectively shattered with the materialization of a few senpais. Zephyr felt one of the many problems that plagued first world citizens. ”The water’s over there… And I’m over here… uwaaaaah.” Yep. Lethargy knew no bounds. But being the most awake out of the trio, the boy opted to grab water to account for all of them. ”Be right back~” Zephyr’s energetic demeanor seemed to have made a resurgence as he pushed himself off of the viridescent surface. After a minute had gone and passed, he returned with three plastic cups of water, two in hand and one in his mouth.

”I have trained for many eons baring cups of coffee. I have crossed lands far and wide. I have seen children born and cities laid to waste. For I am, the courier of refreshments!” It was a miracle that the boy was able to enunciate all of this while keeping the liquid from spilling. He handed each of them a cup and took his own from his teeth and into his palm, then downed the contents of the cup all in one gulp. ”I guess we won’t have enough time before our next class to rinse off, eh?” Zephyr sighed and reclined onto his back on the ground, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. ”It’s time to take aim and fire away, I guess! Boys and girls, face forward! Time to find hope in the unbearable heat!”

~Donna~

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Donna smirked, leaning into Izumi’s hand. She didn’t quite mind when Izumi treated her like this since the shark-toothed girl found that barely anyone got to see this side of the normally stoic girl. She relished in that fact, taking pleasure in knowing some things that most people did not, not counting her fellow Black Class members and boss herself.

“That’s your imouto? Yikes, she’s got the same scary, icy glare the boss has, oh ho!” she said before straightening up and giving Izumi a mock salute as she was told to keep an eye on the class. “Aye Aye Izumi-san! I’ll make sure each of them gets brutally chomped on before death!”

Well at least she was loyal. As Izumi left to do whatever she was tasked with, Donna continued to watch the other students from down below her perching spot. She raised an eye specifically at Rei, noting how the other girl seemed to be in complete disregard to her teammates when fighting Itsuko. Well she was certainly cold like her older sister.

The sound of a chopper was heard and noted, though Donna chalked it up to Izumi doing something again for the students. After all, she was supposed to lead the next class, right? At least Itsuko was working them up for a sweat, the very few that dared to challenge her.

The return of Amy lightened Lucifer's spirits greatly. She didn't look at him, but she had been patched up. She sat down beside him and murmured "Hi..." without sparing a second glance.
However, Luci did have to wonder. Was she staying with him because they were acquainted? Or was she sitting next to him because she thought it was the right thing to do? Did this make them friends or simply classmates? Was she looking for protection, maybe? Did she want to protect him?
He decided not to ask. It was enough to enjoy her company without questioning her motives.

They sat in silence for a while longer, before a familiar white-haired boy bounced up, dropped all his gear in one fell swoop and flopped down next to Amy. The charming aroma of one who had done severe physical exercise emanated from him, making Luci pull a face.
”Hiya~! Preeeeeeeeeeeetty tired from that exercise. Really could go for a shower right now.”
"I'll say!" joked Lucifer, "We could smell you coming before we saw you."

Some of the people who had dragged Amy declared that there was water available. The Fedayeen wasn't particularly thirsty, but evidently Zephyr was, as he panted what effectively translated to "I am thirsty, but cannot possibly summon the energy to move to obtain the liquids that would quench my thirst"
"I could get it, if you want..." the boy offered, but this was quickly shot down by Zephyr, who leapt like a startled rabbit in the direction of the water, leaving Luci and Amy alone with each other once again.

"He's got energy." he remarked wryly "I wonder where he gets it from?"
He knew Amy would have liked him to be quiet, so he respected those wishes. He knew what it was like to have someone talk your ear off. And besides, it was nice just to sit back and relax. He even indulged that most cliche of past-times that so easily infect those sitting on the grass - he lay on his back and watched the clouds in the sky.

”I have trained for many eons bearing cups of coffee. I have crossed lands far and wide. I have seen children born and cities laid to waste. For I am, the courier of refreshments!”
Lucifer was brought out of his reverie by the loud albino, who handed both him and Amy a cup filled with water. It still amazed him how readily water was available here. The compound he had stayed at in Syria was an ancient building, with no plumbing and no running water. If they wanted to get a drink or a wash, it was a seven-mile hike to the closest village.

"Thank you kindly." He stared into his cup a while longer, his thoughts unreadable. Zephyr had finished his drink, and there was a good chance Amy was done with hers by the time he looked up again.
"I've been thinking..." He paused to gather his thoughts before continuing. "This place is going to be hard on us. If we try to take it on all by ourselves, we are going to struggle. So, I want to make a... what is it? A Burned Bread? Something like that."
He raised his cup in the air in the same way as he had seen all those Americans do it on the TV shows "No matter what happens, we'll look out for each other. When we struggle, we can look to each other for help. On our own, we may not make it, but as a group, we can shoulder each others' burdens. What do you say? Brothers?"

Someone from the Black Class yelled something about a torture class and verbatim said "prepare your anuses". Lucifer's eyes went wide.
"I didn't realise it was that kind of school..." he squirmed visibly, before throwing his drink back in one gulp and crawling to his feet. "Well, fortune favours the bold. Mayhap, if we are early, we will avoid the worst of it. Shall we?"