~убийца академия: Academy for assassins~

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On the Far east side of Russia the weather was warmer than it was usually, probably mother nature herself welcoming the new students to the school, and giving a warm hug to the returning students to the academy. The Academy wasn't on the mainland of Russia, it was on an island in between the borders of Russia and Japan, a barge rode the waves to the island carrying supplies, along with the new and old students to their temporary home.

Once the barge docked and students began leaving the barge, the first thing that the students were greeted by was the sight of the school, but they were soon approached by a woman wearing a black coat over her shoulders, she approached all of the students as the barge off loaded supplies. A Number of school staff carried the supplies into the school." Come with me." She simply told the students calmly, she led them into the School's courtyard and a small army of dummies were set up in different places around the courtyard, but they were all able to be seen clearly; next to the school there were several people sitting at a table looking like judges with papers on their table.

" Before you enter the Academy we must see your skills first hand, the older students can use this chance to warm up if they've been slacking off during their summer break." The woman told them." Also If you don't already know who I am then I'll tell you right now so you do not forget it. I am Vasilisa Kuznetsov, head of this Academy of Killers.

I will forge you first years into fine killers of your generation, even if I need to break you and remodel you to make you into a better assassin." Academy Head Vasilisa Kuznetsov told them, she then strolled over to the table with the teachers before crossing her arms and staring at the assassins." Now Show me everything you first years can do, don't hold back on the dummies !" She yelled.



During the entire boat Ride Sayaka kept to herself, she was huddled up in a corner on the barge, she didn't like being on boats or in the ocean, water couldn't burn and she felt like she couldn't swim, mid way through the ride there she managed to take out her lighter and ignited the gas within in after quickly turning the spark wheel with her thumb, a bright pretty blue flame erupted from lighter and gave off a wave of heat towards her. The time seem to just fly by as she sat in the corner looking at the bright blue flame, but as the barge docked the large boat shook and nearly caused her to drop her lighter.

Once she saw some of the other begin getting off the boat, she began heading off too, but she flicked her lighter off and saw a flat chested woman, she didn't really care about gazing at her, but she did focus on the other students, she stole glances at both the girls and the guys, she did her best to focus on the white haired woman while stealing glances at the other students, when she told them her name she did her best to remember it clearly without any trouble.

Suddenly the woman told them to show her what they could do, she had more than enough Dummies in the courtyard of academy, Sayaka held up her hands showing her two flamethrowers attached to the bottom of her wrist."I call first !" Sayaka yelled to the top of her lungs. The bandaged up girl pushed herself past the students she was behind of and moved in close to the dummies, she put her flamethrowers forwards and unleashed a wave of fire burning a line of dummies down, when she turned off her flamethrowers the straight line of dummies fell over in a straight line, a couple were burned, while more of them were still burning.

Sayaka closely watched the dummies burn and under her bandages she began to grin and blush, she held back her chuckles while she regained herself." Not here Saya, not in front of everyone." She mumbled to herself before going back behind everyone trying to hide herself behind of everyone, she looked at the others wondering who would go next to attack the dummies, she looked around at the others, this time not gazing at crotches and backsides like the open pervert she can be.

Despite burning a fine straight trail through the dummies there was still many that stood after being burned down by Sayaka, only a couple were burned in a straight line, many kept their footing and stood up straight ready to be killed by the assassins.

Kriss has spent the ride flipping the pages of the small Bible, glancing at pages but barely reading them. The words were familiar but no longer interesting. Heck, he had only brought it because it was the only book on his desk. He flicked the edges of the pages with his thumbnail, glancing around at the other students. Some were familiar but most were new. He caught sight of Adam Unterhügel, another third-year student he had shared a class or two with over the previous two years. Kriss gave him a short nod from across the barge when he thought Adam was looking. He made a mental note to actually greet him later.

The ride felt as long as it had the previous years, and the docking was just as jarring. He grinned as some of the new students lost their footing and stumbled into each other. Mumbling apologies, the group made their way onto the docks and into the presence of Vasilisa Kuznetsov. She appeared to be in the usual disagreeable mood. Kriss followed along as she ordered them off the barge and into the courtyard, now occupied by a vast number of dummies.

"Oh good, the 'Dummy Test,'" he muttered, tightening the strap of his messenger bag. "At least the new kids are going first again. Hope I'm not too outclassed this t-" Kriss grunted as he was shoved aside by a student running to the front. She was quite possibly the smallest girl he had ever seen at the academy. She hurled herself into the test, using what looked like a pair of flamethrowers to torch a whole line of dummies. Kriss groaned. Another pyromaniac. There was something about the obsession with fire that turned a person into a monster, and fire-manipulating students occasionally became uncontrollable and dangerous to their own classmates. But he didn't know her, and he wasn't about to look down on someone he knew nothing about. She could be a smart, talented person with a passion to excel. Of course, she could also be insane.

Kriss shrugged. There were plenty of insane people already attending the academy. She'd fit in one way or another.

Colette Bellamy

Colette fiddled with her phone as the boat traversed the open waters. She was reading and responding to a text from her youngest, older brother, Charles, who she considered to be her closest friend in her family. Needless to say, he wasn't very supportive of her joining a school for contract killers. She had to do her best to try to make him see the bright side: she was going to be trained by some of the best teachers, she was going to learn new skills, and she would be able to earn her keep. Who knows? She may very well turn out to be a great assassin! Yeah...those words sounded weird inside her own head.

The young 16-year-old girl with long, blonde hair and light blue eyes isn't someone you would associate with being an assassin, but in her mind, maybe that made her the best. Who would suspect a young, fresh faced girl in dabbling with ways to kill people?

As the boat got closer to the school, she looked over the railing and viewed the building. It was large and looks quaint. The style didn't scream "school for assassins" which was a good thing. She, along with the other students on the boat, got off. She didn't talk to anyone, she knew no one, but she did meet a few eyes from the various students. They either met her with a fierce gaze or a knowing one.

As they got off, a woman approached them and right off the bat, was their first test. She noted the dummies in front of her. "Oh great, time to show off what I don't know.." she thought to herself. Before she could fumble her rapier out of its holder, a girl forced her way through the crowd and ran at the dummies with much determination. Colette watched the girl spring forward and, as quick as she marched over there, drew out flamethrowers on her wrists and burned down the dummies. Colette could only watch in both amazement and horror. The dummies stood no chance, many fell over and the others that held their ground were on fire.

Colette felt like applauding, but noticed the other students didn't so she kept to herself. She was unsure what to do next. She didn't feel like fighting a burning dummy, one tap would probably destroy it and that would defeat the purpose of the test.

The boat ride was a long and uneventful trip, at least for the Principessa. She spent her time either idly playing with her Tommy or laying in a "paint me like one of your french girls"-esque pose and enjoying the attention she was receiving. It perhaps wasn't enough to make an impact already, but that would come soon enough.

Sigh. What a day! She never expected Russia would have such warmth. She could the heat on her shoulders and legs and she stopped for a moment to just relax and breathe it all in. Smell that? That's the smell of a new start. No business to deal with, no rats and snitches to deal with, just the Academy, some refining of skills and maybe a few new connections to be made. Who knows, maybe even a romance or two? She laughed a little to herself. Yeah, right. As if she could find anyone of Valentine material here.
Soon, after a couple of years, she'd return to take her rightful place in the Family. But until then, why not relax and enjoy yourself?

She very calmly followed whom she could only assume was the Head, Tommy cradled like a baby in her arms. They were brought to a small training area where several dummies looked back at them. The woman informed them of her name in Rusky, then told them to take their shots at wrecking the dummies. Claudia rolled her eyes. Really? That didn't seem like a task. Of course, it's rarely as simple as that. In her business, it paid not to underestimate routine tasks.
She caught out the corner of her eye some mummy-looking broad stealing glances at the other students. There's always one, eh? Ah well, might as well play it up. Acting as though she was unaware of Sayaka's perversion, she casually thrust her butt in her direction. Go on, let them look, let them get some entertainment out of this.

"I call first!" the Mummy called out in a vaguely French accent, before setting fire to everything in front of her. Claudia waited for something - anything - to happen. But no, the dummies just melted under the heat of the flames. Boring! Are you freaking kidding? That's it? Just kill a bunch of dummies? She did that daily. What exactly was being tested here?

The next person to go up was a fresh-faced young girl. She was kinda cute, but in that innocent, big eyed way, which wasn't really Claudia's scene. She'd leave her to someone more brutal than herself. The girl seemed to pander about awkwardly, as though unsure what to do. Adorable, really, just adorable. You rock up to an academy that contains some of the fiercest killers known to man and act like a lost lamb. I give you a week unless you change that attitude sharp, girly.

When Blondie backed down, Claudia didn't even flinch. One moment, she was standing roughly in the middle of the crowd, one hand on her hip and the other holding her Tommy by her side. Then, she was pointing above the heads of her fellow trainees, revolver in hand and taking aim. Some who saw her backed away, but most of the people ahead of her didn't have that privilege. One false move meant taking off the head of a fellow student and most likely expulsion.

BANG!

A dummy fell back, the centre of it's head demolished

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three more dummies fell in quick succession, each in a more awkward spot to hit than the last, each practically losing their heads to the caliber of bullet that came from Claudia's Rhino. The Tommy was untouched, still by her side. Only then did the students ahead look behind them to see Claudia standing there, smirking cockily, Rhino seemingly pointed straight at them. They backed off but it was too late. She was done.

She holstered her gun back in her bra, turned around and swept her hair back with her free hand, before going to the back of the line where the Mummy had gone. Some looked at her like she was nuts, others were more focussed on their own killing of dummies. More than a couple of eyes darted to her retreating backside.
"Piece a' cake" she murmured to herself as she walked up next to the Mummy girl. She anticipated tougher challenges to come, so she saved a couple of shots. Might need them later, she reasoned

"I saw you peeking at me earlier" she whispered to the Mummy as the others took their turns. "You like what you see?"
@Spriggs27

The boat ride was a long trip but not too long for Kellina while she listed to music all the way while on the trip, she look at all the student at are going to academy she look at the girl that getting attention and a girl with bandage all over her body.

While arriving to the academy and get a greet from Academy Head leader they head to the courtyard, while there army of dummies waiting for us "oh first Test yay~" she muttered sarcastically, "I call first!" say the bandage after she rush past the students, as they all watch Kellina think she going use her bandage to tie the dummies to attack them or swag the dummies around if the bandage can hold heavy things instead she just burn the dummies until all of them turn into to ashes. So She is pyromaniac Kellina respect that but if she burn her target alive his or her screams will alert their guards and probably get her arrest or worst

After the bandage girl head back to the pack of student Blondie was next, Kellina see that she have a 100-round Tommy gun, oh yeah she probably a shooter fan she just going shoot the dummies normal but Blondie shoot the dummies in a fast pace, kellina didn't know she was done.

Lurlene honestly could care less about interacting with anyone else on the ride. She spent most of it generally just hanging about not doing much, being mostly silent and playing whatever game on her phone and only speaking if spoken too. Why? Causing trouble before now would be bad. As much fun as it'd be, if there was one thing she was taught, it was that there was a time and place for everything. Right now, she was just observing the competition. And she had come to one conclusion.

They were all goddamn morons, losers, freaks, and weaklings that were gonna get killed.

That freak mummy girl with the bandages. Really? The fuck was she even doing here? She looked like she belonged in some tomb or something. Probably looked like one too under all those bandages. Next there was that slut that was obviously just looking for someone to have sex with. Really, what the hell. She had a gun fetish too, from the looks of the way she cradled that stupid gun of hers. Well. She couldn't really say much about that, considering her love of pointy sharp knives.

There were a few others, indeed, but they were even less noticeable than those two. She barely even registered their presence, deciding they weren't even worth her time. Besides, it looked like they were about to get started with the festivities. The boat docked, and she followed the rest of the students and the person claiming to be the head of the academy. Lena had to wonder how difficult of a target she'd be - it'd certainly be fun to find out indeed. A test for later, perhaps. She was curious after all, and until her curiosity was sated she was going to be planning.

For now though, she was focused on these dummies. They had to...attack them? How boring. Where were the live targets? These dummies were nothing more than child's play.

Well.

Whatever, she'd ace this test then.

Before she could get a chance to go first, the mummy bitch moved first, and proceeded to roast the dummies. Fucking seriously? A flamethrower? What kind of lame weapon was that? In fact, it was so hilarious Lena had to actually laugh. What sort of obvious, idiotic weapon was that? Any good assassin would go for a more silent weapon, wouldn't they? Fucking seriously, what kind of horrible weapon was that. Too obvious, and it killed things way to fast. Not enough time for fun.

Looked like one of the other noobs also tried to go, but looked too goddamn scared to do anything. Boring! Really, what was up with these people. They were sent here to learn how to kill things. Not get spooked by some dummies. Were they supposed to talk to them or something in hopes of making friends with them? Bah.

Next up, was the gun loving slut. She didn't provide any better entertainment. The gun was loud, annoying, and above all the slut looked like she was just getting off from being the center of attention. She was probably gonna go get off after this or something. Maybe she'd follow with her phone and take a video and use it for blackmail. Then again, the slut might not mind.

Meh, whatever, it was her turn now.

With a deceptively friendly smile, Lena walked over to the dummies. She turned to the rest of the students, and with that same smile started speaking.

"Alright, you little idiots, listen up!~" She said. "Especially the crispy shriveled up mummy and Slutty McGun fetishist." She pointed to the respective people, that friendly smile never leaving her face. "Ooh, can't forget the dummy loving noob, either! Maybe you should try flirting with it! I heard dummies love that."

Without another word, one of her throwing knives appeared in her hands - probably one she kept up her sleeve. Without even looking, she tossed the knife with one graceful motion...and the knife landed right in one of the dummies head, burying itself in it to the hilt. Followed by her quickly taking three more out in a similar, quick fashion.

"See? That's how you make a dummy cry~" Without waiting for another word or comment from the idiot gallery, the girl unsheathed one of knives at her side, and in a flash she moved towards the dummies. Her knife sank right into one, beheading it easily and quickly. Without missing a beat, she turned, slicing another one twice and giving it a deep, v-shaped gash in its chest before she knocked it over. She did the same with several more dummies. One lost both of its arms. Quite a few lost their heads, and by the time she was done around fifteen dummies had been taken care of and her smile seemed to spread across her entire face,

But now, though, she was done. The dummies were weak and didn't make for anything fun to play with. So instead, she sheathed her knife, and waited to see who else was going to go.

Kriss took a deep breath and lowered his arms. He had been only a few feet behind a first-year girl, to her right, and had watched her draw the revolver and begin firing at students. If he hadn't remembered that this wasn't the Day 1 Dummy Test and she was demonstrating her skills, he would have killed her. His combat knife, usually in a horizontal sheath on the back of his belt, was now held in an icepick grip, and he was two steps from grabbing, disarming and stabbing her in the neck. Fuming, Kriss sheathed the knife and forced himself to calm down, slowing his breathing and straightening up. He had no idea who she was, but he already didn't like her. Idiot. Risking shooting a teenager in the back of the head just to show off. What if she had missed, or a student in front of her had flinched?

Before he could react further, a third girl stepped up to the plate. He didn't know her either, but she had certainly called the other out for her behavior. The moment she finished, Kriss moved up. Now seemed like a good time for a second lesson. He nodded in respect to the head of the academy, then flicked his wrist, extending the impact cannon concealed in his sleeved. It had already been set to Concussion. Immediately he dashed to the nearest dummy and rolled forward, stopping in front of it in a crouched position. Kriss raised his arm and fired a powerful air burst, launching the dummy into the sky. In one swift motion, he unzipped the bag and swung the already-loaded UMP45 into his waiting hands. He tracked the dummy with the iron sights, waiting for it to reach peak height.

"You like headshots, don't you?" Kriss muttered under his breath.

Clicking the gun to semi-automatic, Kriss pumped five rounds into the dummy's head. The heavy bullets knocked the dummy off-course and across the courtyard. He continued to fire at it, emptying half of the 30-round magazine seconds before the dummy smashed into the pavement. Collecting the spent shells and slipping them into a pocket, he walked across the yard and lifted the dummy to its feet, revealing eight holes in the head, two in the neck, and five in the torso. Without hesitation, he dragged the bullet-ridden dummy through the crowd of students towards the one who had fired the revolver. Stopping front of her, he dropped the dummy face-up on the ground and pointed a finger in her face.

"Never. Do that. Again." he hissed, turning to return to his place near the back of the crowd.

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Paolo was ready for his first class cruise back to the academy for his third year, he even packed enough food for himself and anyone he needed influence over. Or just Adam, should the prospects not be good enough like last year, but ohhh prospects were good. A blonde student, looked to be Italian too. She dressed dirtier than Paolo's thoughts and had an attitude to match it, besides her was a freakin' mummy and a Frenchy, nothing worth noticing. The boat let out at the shore, and the first years rushed out, with the experienced students calmly exiting.

Having gotten off the boat with the others, Adam hung out toward the back of the group that had gathered in the center of the school. He sat on his luggage with his legs spread eagle style with a bored look on his face as he pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. He flicked his lighter out and took a long drag as the fire created visible embers on the end of the tobacco infused paper. He looked around, a very matte look on his face. This wasn't his first year, so that made this whole activity null and void, at least for the third years. Only an idiot would want to show off at this time. Speaking of, he craned his neck to look over the crowd of people. Where was his friend since the first year? Usually he'd be around by now...

"ADAM! It's been far too long, brother. A whole summer no? Not even a letter. Tsk tsk, that'll end up costing you an arm and a life! Is that how that goes? Who gives a shit, I got you some food." Paolo gestured wildly with his hands upon seeing the silent giant himself. He saw a boy eye at him, another third year, Kriss. He eyed the kid and winked while blowing a kiss to the boy. His vision was obscured by a sudden fire, and a mummy trying to hold back laughter. "Kids these days Adam, no respect for the art of the unseen..." He chuckled, tossing a tin foil wrap on Adam's lap.

"..." Adam watched his magician styled friend flail about, at his usual level of enthusiasm no doubt. Even a several hour long ferry ride couldn't dampen his best friend's spirits. With half lidded eyes, he tucked a cigarette into his friend's lapel and took his own from his lips so he could unwrap the tin foil package in his rather large hands. His amber eyes sparkled and he held up the contents closer to his face--Paolo's grandmother's Tiramisu. A big smile spread across the thin giant's face and he stood up to embrace his friend, the sparkles practically visible around him. Though he wasn't spectacularly strong, based on his height alone he was able to lift up Paolo. A breathy sound escaped from his lips as what could only be discerned as the quietest laugh ever.

Paolo could barely breathe as the giant plucked him from the earth upon realizing his gift. This emotion was very rare and very appreciated, it gave Paolo a sick joy to see the man emote in any way. It was a sign he had a way of controlling one aspect of Adam's life, be it making him happy as opposed to the usual near total control he had over his other 'friends'. Adam in a weird way, had from the start been the only other person he considered to have value. During all the tests, Paolo would find his score surpassed by him, he'd get girls with no effort, and he didn't waste time with any murder. It was intriguing, and even to this day he surprised the young showman. "Ay, didja see blondie firing through the crowd, she's not gonna last long without some outside help if you know what I mean. Puttana needs a lesson in being humble." He took a bite of his own cake that appeared almost out of thin air. This girl was too similar to Paolo, needed to be shown that only ONE cocky italian bastard could succeed here.

Slowly, Adam's eyes opened and he gently sat down his Italian friend. He folded his arms as he looked down at Paolo, raising an eyebrow slowly with a neutral expression. It appeared to him that Paolo was perhaps concerned about the curtain being closed on his act. Hm. Straightening up, Adam's large hand reached out and pat his friend on the head before returning it to its place with his folded arms. That was all that could be said in response to the matter. He did have to admit, he was right though. The newcomers always try so hard to stand out year after year, they seem to forget the classic. Though, as he let his eyes slide over to Paolo, he realized his own generation had basically been the same, if not a little less showy. In any case, all this did make him recall his own first year.

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The headmaster had just called everyone up in order to showcase their talents on the dummies they had prepared. One by one, the first years, himself included in the lineup, went up to show off just how strange, large and showy their abilities were. Each one more impressive than the next. Then, just as the hairs on the back of Adam's neck had raised in anxiety, he was called up.

With heavy feet, the freakishly tall German boy made his way before everyone, looking at the dummy in place before him. He really had to do this? With a bit of sweat on his forehead, he simply side stepped the dummy, pushed an empty syringe into the folds of cotton and cloth (thinking it would be such a stupid waste on an inanimate object,) and stepped away. He could practically hear the crickets chirping and he could feel his cheeks growing hot. Sure he could show off the skills with his scalpel, but why waste a sharp blade meant for cutting skin on something that would horribly dull it? He didn't know what to do, so he stayed up there for a moment longer that felt like an eternity before drudging off with his face, while still deadpan, being beat red. The staff nearby clearly already discussing if he was right for this academy.

And that's when Paolo came in. The young Italian boy, fresh off the boat in every way was ready for action. He lit up some flash paper and began a mock show for the dummies and judges, waltzing around the huge german boy and between the other students. The eyes of the judges were on him as planned and he raised a card in the air. He showed it front and back and tossed it harmlessly at a dummy, the corner denting the fragile cardboard as it hit. When the judges gaze returned, the three dummies nearest him had slits in their throats and were considered, well more dead than before. The last dummy, who had been hit with a card happened to be getting poked with a syringe at that time. That syringe being held by a steady but beat red giant. His style was so simple, his actions so clean and precise, it was horribly boring.

Adam looked up at the flashy gentleman who had barged in on his act, his eyes a little wide and his blush fading slowly. Already, the audience had seemed captivated with magicians style, but Adam had clearly captured the female audience, whom half either mocked him or giggled at how cute his shyness was. He looked at the magician giving his bow to the audience, frowning.... and then a small idea clicked in his head. Removing his empty syringe from where it had been poked into the training dummy, and one eye on the ever mindful staff who were clearly unimpressed with his performance, He fiddled with some things in his pockets before producing a purple larkspur flower. He pushed one hand into his pocket, and held the other one out, as though to give the Italian boy the flower in admittance of his defeat. He eyeballed this man, his hands quite steady.

Paolo looked at the flower, then at the man's face, then at the flower once more. 'The show must go on.' he thought to himself as he walked up and grabbed the flower. As soon as their hands connected (much to the 'What are they, gay?" whispers in the crowd,) Adam moved with extreme precision. The hand holding the larkspur dropped the flower and took hold of the magician's wrist. He flung the Italian boy to the other side of his body, where his other hand was waiting to clothes line him, a syringe full of Novocain at the ready. As soon as the Italian's shoulder was clothes lined into the syringe, Adam pushed all of the medication within the body, rendering him limp, but still very, very conscious. Dropping the syringe to the ground, Adam wrapped one long arm under the magicians shoulders and held him up against his own body, his left, free hand brandishing his scalpel, which glimmered in the sunlight. This earned a few gasps from the crowd, and from the corner of his eye he could see some of the staff unsure of what to do. Slowly, he brought the sharp end of the scalpel to the front of the magicians body.

One stroke. Two. A third. Then, when he pulled his hand back, parts of the magician's shirt dropped, forming a smiley face. Several bits and bobs fell onto the ground where hidden pockets lay, a bit of flash paper, some flowers, even an assortment of rags of different material and color. A mumble came from the Italian boy, but movement was simply not happening.

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"Hey, HEY! Adam come back to me I'm losing you, did you hear that bitch? She said that the bombshell was a slut! How could she, only I can call her those things, and now. Ohh hoho now she... ADAM, listen man stuff is happening, stop zoning out into that tiramisu." Paolo said, snapping several times, the German man blinking as he came back to reality in response. A newcomer complaining about lack of stealth proceeded to kill 15 dummies with no regard to being seen. "A shame, real amateur work. And of COURSE you're supposed to flirt with the dummies, it's how you get style points. These first years are wild this year.' While talking of flirting with the dummies, he traced a curvy figure in the air, including a fake ass grab and hair stroke, as well as making faces at the imaginary female dummy in front of him. "We need to show them how it's done when it's our turn."

Adam kept his arms folded, taking a drag onto the cigarette still burning in his hand between a bite of tiramisu. He looked over and watched as another third year drudged bullets into the dummy, trying to make a point. He admired the guy's attempt to show people 'how it's done,' but something told Adam that that wasn't 'how it's done.' Looking back at Paolo, the German waved his arms in a motion to indicate 'no.' If anything, his little flashback, and the current events, proved that they probably shouldn't. Then again the word 'Shouldn't' and Paolo don't go together.

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Colette Bellamy

Colette watched each student step up to the plate and demonstrate their skills. She couldn't help but feel intimidated. "Stop it Colette! No time to be down on yourself. It's time to step up!" she thought to herself. After the others stepped down, she walked forward and gave the head master a nod, "My turn."

Colette walked towards the dummies and picked out a few she liked. She avoided the ones that were still currently on fire, the ones with bullets and cuts in them, or ones that looked like they could fall over if she merely looked at them. They wouldn't demonstrate anything.

She pulled her rapier out and took her duelist stance, "En Garde!"

Colette brushed forward toward the first dummy, and stuck her rapier first through the dummy's stomach, She pulled her rapier back and, in a flurry of motions, stabbed and slashed the dummy in various locations, the arms, the head, the hip, wherever she felt like it. She hopped back and swiped her sword forward. She waited a few seconds before she ran forward again and gave the dummy a hard kick, and the dummy exploded in a burst of stuffing and dust. She took her duelist stance again and put her other hand on her dagger behind her back, on her hip.

Colette jumped up and targeted the next two dummies. She landed on top of one of them and drove her sword through its head down the middle, she hopped in back of it, still holding on to her sword and kicked it forward, the dummy lurched and split in half, She took out her dagger and with both weapons in her hand, spun around and drove both into the dummy directly in front of her and ripped the dummy apart.

Colette sheathed her weapons and nodded. She walked back towards the group and took her place.

Saeko had spent the boat journey rather uneventfully - not talking with anyone, but instead re-polishing her knives. Though her concentration had mostly been spent on her weapons, she managed to catch glimpses of some students she never seen.

The first she took note of was one wearing bandages covering her entire skin. What was her story? Whatever it was, it couldn't have been worse than the gun-cradling kid at the back - trying to look sexy, but really not fairing too well. She almost couldn't see her from the radiating aura of ego emanating from her. There was one who was seemingly observing the others as well, a girl listening to some kind of music, and some familiar
faces from her previous year.

After stepping off the boat, the director led them off to a training ground of sorts - a panel of judges stationed to the side supposedly for deciding the first years worth. Apparently the others who weren't starting off could brush up on their skills, which seemed like a pretty decent idea. Saeko stepped up, noting the bandage girl igniting a line of laid out dummies. A second took some shots, and a couple others took some attempts.

It was a better time than any to have a go.

One of the undamaged dummies, from seemingly nowhere, had its head removed from it's frame - and then another next to it filled with slashes and stabs. A third suffered the same fate, and the sound of a gun firing filled the air as one of the furthest rocked with the force of several bullets slamming into it.

Then, likely without anyone realising, Saeko slipped back into the ground and watched the others take their turns; judging each of them on her own and figuring out how much of a threat they could pose to her in an actual fight.

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The student Council President stood off to the side along with the judges, watching intently at all the students taking in turns to mutilate the dummies in whatever way they pleased. It honestly surprised him that they weren't complaining about not taking on real targets, but this exercise allowed for the teachers to observe without any obstructions, as it were.

The ones that really caught his attention were the girl that used flamethrowers - a surprisingly original weapon with many weaknesses, but deadly when used correctly. The girl who seemed to attack the targets without moving, as well as the one with a great aim using a revolver. Finally, the last that caught his eye was a girl who acted with skill using knives. There was at least one there using a Talent, as far Adam could tell, which was just as well. There had to be at least some in the batch of new recruits, else it would never work.

Adam stepped towards the Head, and pointedly looking towards the students.
"Excuse me, Director. You wouldn't mind if I were to observe a few students, would you? Mainly the First Years Sayaka, Claudia and Lurlene, as well as the Second Year Saeko." his hand moved across the students, stopping on each of the girls as he spoke their names, "In my opinion, they are the most interesting I can see as of current. There might be others, but I think I've already found a good starting point"

Turning his head to look across the damage from the students, he tilted his head slighly. His vision fixated on a single dummy right in the middle of a field of broken ones. Why did people always leave one like that? Making an extremely fast movement with his hand, he gripped the handle of his pistol and brought it up - not bothering aim - before taking a shot. As soon as it fired, the dummy was already about 7 feet away from the others.
"Hmm, thats better. Now, where were we?"

after two students were done kellee was about to go up until..."My turn." say the France girl, kellee watch as france girl pull her A Rapier "En Garde!" and there she goes slashing dummies left and right Kellee was not shock how she attack she was amazed "oh damn..." kellee muttered.

After she was done it was her turn, she rise her hand "My turn" Kellee say don't screw up don't screw up don't screw up she thought to herself Kellee walk toward the dummies, put on her headphones, close her eyes , pull out her family sword from her right side and play Mr Brightside by The Killers.

And with a flash she open her eyes she dash toward the dummy and slash it and other and other, After she slash five dummies she pull out her father dagger and chop heads of three dummies, for the third dummy she cut it head until it turn into little pieces.

When the music stop playing Kellee stop and she looking to see all the slash dummies and the dummies with no heads and Kellee just stand there confused then she turn to face the judges "...um...do I go back to the grou-ok" and with that Kellee walk back to the students

" The test isn't over yet Adam, there can be others that may be better than you think. So don't put all your money down on those four." She told Adam simply.

As Each of the students began showing off their skills, while cutting down, shooting, or throwing knives into the dummies, the teachers sitting at the table watching clapped as they watched the students simply kill dummies; one of the teachers began standing up to tell the students they were to come over, but the Head Director grabbed the guy by his shoulder and pushed him back down into his seat." No it's not over yet." She told the teacher's calmly.

The Academy Head pulled out a small remote control and aimed it the dummies, soon the ground around the dummies opened up swallowing all of the straw and wooden dummies, once all of them were in the hole, the hole closed up over top of the dummies. Suddenly several panels in the ground opened up." Let's see how the first years do against enemies that fight back, you don't need to defeat them but you do need to stand your ground against them." The Academy head spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

Suddenly several robots rose out of the ground where the panels opened up at, all of them had machine guns but quickly holstered them onto their back in exchange for a sword resting on their backs." Attack ! Non-lethal !" The Academy director ordered the robots. The humanoid robots quickly got into a horizontal formation with their blades in front of them and slowly moved towards all of the students taking careful steps towards the students. " First years only ! Defend yourselves." The academy head told them.

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Sayaka tried to keep to herself and stay quiet behind everyone till her eyes met a girl, she said she noticed Sayaka staring at her." W-well I wasn't really, really looking like at your behind or gazing at y-your chest or anything." She told the girl. But when she nervously told her what she was doing, the girl responded again asking Sayaka if she liked what she saw." Y-yes, I really, really do." She told the girl blushing under her bandages and feeling somewhat happy that her bandages were covering her face. she didn't even care if she had machine gun, or a revolver, or even a grenade in her hands to blow everyone up right now, she liked what she saw and began inching closer to the girl slowly.

Sayaka wanted to just simply grope the girl, she didn't really care if someone saw her, she wanted to get a feel of the girl that was willing to actually flirt with her or even ask if she liked her. As the Sayaka reached her hand out to place it on the girl's bottom, the dummies all began falling into a hole, Sayaka stopped what she was doing and focused on what was happening, but she drifted in and out from looking back to the girl's breast, and looking at the hole eating up the dummies.

The mummy then noticed the robots arrive and brandished swords, she then noticed the Academy head telling them to defend them selves, Sayaka knew her flamethrowers might be a little ineffective against the robots since they were metal and wondered who would attack first.

~Lena Fleischer~

Lena had to admit, she was mildly impressed by the girl wielding the rapier. At least it wasn't as loud and annoying as a gun, and actually was a decent weapon for stabbing things. Maybe the kids this year weren't all hopeless. Still, the rapier girl needed to not be so timid, or she was gonna get herself killed sooner rather than later. At least if that happened, there would be less competition. Maybe she should attempt to off the girl herself...hmm...

Before she could think about it further, something else happened. Seemed like they were going to be getting on with the second bit of their training. Suddenly the ground opened beneath the dummies, swallowing them all like some hungry mechanical beast. Not moments later, platforms carrying a number of attack robots rose to the surface. Lena immediately was on guard for any tricks that they might have, already having drawn her knife and several of her smaller throwing ones.

Were they going to actually be attacked, now? And have Semi-live targets? Robots didn't seem exciting to fight, but hell, it was better than those dummies. At least they looked like they could fight back and give her a bit of a thrill.

"Attack! Non-lethal! First years only! Defend yourselves."

What? Fucking seriously? Non-lethal and defend themselves only? Sighed, though her smile didn't fade.

"BOOOORING." She said rather loudly as the robots started to approach. Defend? Yeah right. She was gonna take one of those robots heads off, and kick it right into the headmasters face. Her knives may be at a bit of a disadvantage here, but she would take one down, right here, right now.

She singled out one of the robots that was approaching. Knife in hand, a throwing knife in another. That formation of there's wasn't going to help them all that well. She ran right into the line of robots. First, she threw three of her knives at it. One slammed into its head causing it some minor annoyance. The second, and third, it deflected with it's sword giving her just the opening she was hoping for.

Before the robot even knew what she was doing, the girl had already jumped, slamming her foot right into it's chest. It wasn't enough to completely knock it over like she had hoped, but it definitely stumbled the hunk of metal for it to get out of line. Lena landed on her feet easily enough, having already drawn her second knife and was very eager looking for this fight.

"Alright you hunk of metal, let's see if I can make you bleed oil." The robot had already recovered by the time she had finished her sentence, and was already once again closing in on her. It brought its sword down, in a horizontal strike. Seemed like it didn't like being called a hunk of metal.

"Sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" She said, parrying the strike easily with one of her knives. With her other one, she gave the robot a quick jab right into it's torso. The knife didn't penetrate far, but she was certain it had, and the robot definitely didn't like that. It moved it's sword, making a horizontal slash at her. Lena barely had time to dodge, rolling behind the robot.

"Aha, maybe if your skills weren't so rusty you could actually hit me!" Lena giggled, stabbing the back of the robot with one of her knives, this time making sure to actually bury the blade to the hilt, before making a cutting motion and pulling away as the Robot turned around, definitely pissed now. Still, even if she was having fun fighting it, knowing that it was set to 'non-lethal' was definitely killing the mood for her. She might as well go ahead and end this, then.

The Robot went to strike her with it's sword again, a low sweep, which she easily back stepped to avoid, followed by a thrust which she sidestepped, giving her the perfect chance to counter it. It's movements were mechanical after all, and fairly easy to read for anyone with any bit of training. As it thrust, she moved in close, slamming her knife in a downwards fashion right into the robots knee. She pulled, slicing the joint and almost taking the entire leg off. The thing attempted to strike at her again, but she had already moved back as it tried to keep its balance. With her usual smile, she threw two more knives at it. One slammed into its chest again, and the other right into its head, making the robot lose it's balance and fall onto it's back.

before it could do anything else, Lena jumped onto it, straddling it's chest as she held her knife to its throat, and began cutting

And cutting.

And cutting.

Until the things entire head had been removed. with a satisfied giggle, she inspected the head herself, before keeping to the promise she made herself...and punted the head right towards the headmaster.

As the older boy showed off, Claudia had to stop herself from giving a slow clap. It was quite the spectacle and she enjoyed it immensely.. Even when he dragged his "kill" up to her face and spat what sounded very much like a threat, Claudia's only response was to smile mischievously and show off her little white teeth. He was fun, this boy. She'd have to keep an eye on him.

And who could forget the knife girl? Claudia could only laugh as she called her "Slutty McGun Fetishist" and called out with her own response "Slutty McGun. That's a good one, I'll remember that the next time I'm rolling off your mum!". Did it sound out of place, coming from a girl? Who cared?

The reaction of Ashes was... peculiar. A couple of sentences and the girl was acting like a virgin in Vegas. Even as the dummies disappeared and were replaced by armed and dangerous robots, the girl was still darting back and forth between them and Claudia. Or more accurately, Claudia's assets. She couldn't help but give a cocky smirk. She took it as a compliment, to be honest. It meant she was desirable and in today's world, especially with that pseudo-liberal Tumblr crap, that was trait that was quickly vanishing.

"Darlin', now ain't the best time." Claudia took a step back from the girl, still smiling "We'll meet up after this nonsense blows over and... get to know each other better. The sultry tone in the girl's voice could have been picked up even if you were deaf. Grinning widely, she turned and levied her Tommy into a firing position. One of the students, a knife-wielding girl, was already engaging the enemy. Amidst protestations of course, but they were well deserved.

"Hey, Ashes, you gonna get into the fight or you just gonna admire the scenery?" she asked her mummified companion in a vaguely mocking tone, before moving back into the crowd. Though she would like to have disappeared amongst them, she was way too distinct and exposed to be considered part of the group.
"Hey, you, Rapier-girl" Claudia called to Colette, the girl who had originally backed down. "Two things. One, you forgot 'Pret' and 'Allez'. Two, you wanna help me ice some metal men? Take point and I'll cover you. Go!"

To ready the field for Colette's arrival, Claudia at least gave her fellow students the joy of calling out "Gangway!" before she started shooting this time. The idea was to carve a path for Colette to flank the robots and strike them from behind whilst they were busy. "If ya need some suppression, just tell me!" She told the swordsgirl.

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Kriss watched through half-open eyes as the first-years went at the robots in full force. Two years ago he would have had his jaw on the floor the whole time. Now it was just a show of who was more confident and sassy than the others. He raised an eyebrow at the revolver-wielding girl, who had formulated a plan of attack using the skills of another student to complement her own. It was something he had learned in his first year. Apparently it came naturally to her. One of the other girls (Why are there so many girls this year?) went at it with a handful of throwing and hand-held knives. He winced as she sliced its head off and kicked it vaguely in the direction of the headmistress. She was going to get in trouble. So was the revolver girl. And the flame-thrower girl. And-

"To heck with it. I'm going to wait until I get some actual names," Kriss said to no one in particular, stepping out of the crowd and sitting on a bench near a wall. He slid the tiny Bible out of his jacket pocket and flicked idly at the edges of the pages again. Curiosity was starting to get the better of him; he had carried this thing for two years and hadn't even read it all the way through. Without thinking, he stopped, picked a random page, then stabbed a random verse with a finger.

Saying, This fellow persuadeth men to worship God contrary to the law.

"I guess that's Paul. Been a while since I read about him." Kriss thought for a minute, then slammed the book shut. So much for learning some kind of fascinating secret. He caught sight of Adam Unterhügel in the crowd, looking as uninterested as ever. At seven feet tall, he was hard to miss. Slipping the Bible back into a jacket pocket, he pressed carefully through the crowd of students fixated on the display towards the fellow third-year student.

"Guten tag, Adam," he said as he approached. Despite his heritage, Kriss knew very little German, and his accent was horrendous. He had been working on it over the years, but it was still cringe-worthy to a fellow German, and he suspected it would agitate Adam into at least noticing him.

@ReaptheMusic

After everyone was done showing off their skills, the head say they have a another for them. "Great~ a another test..." she muttered sarcastically. then the dummies were eaten alive by the ground and the robot rise from the ground with their sword "...oh".

"Attack! Non-lethal!, First years only! Defend yourselves." The head say Defend yourselves huh? well then... Kellee crack her knuckles , play Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab and pull out her sword. Let do this!

As everyone went their ways Kellee and the four robot come to a standstill, one of the robot rush toward at her, she dodge the robot attack and slash it arms off, pull out her dagger and chop it head off. The two robot dash their toward her, she dodge from the right which she almost lost her, she throw her dagger into the robot head and as the robot fell she kick the second robot in the face.

When the robot fell from the kick she pull the dagger out from the robot and put the dagger back into her scabbard and pull out her sword yet again, she rush toward the robot that she guess was waiting for her they clash their sword together, she spin sword to knock the robot sword out of his hands and SLASH she chop the robot side and the top of his body fell. As the last robot got up and recover from Kellee kick before it could do anything else, Kellee jumped and slash from the top to the bottom.

Kellee take a step back and see the robot sides fell from the opposite sides after that she was done...she think, look at side to see Lena the crazy knife girl she seem she is enjoying playing with the robot...a little bit too much. Kellee turn to see Claudia the gun lover and Colette the France girl to be honest she want to talk to Colette and she don't know why her heart bumps everytime she see her unless...Oh God Kellee blush , but she was taken by the gun lover Claudia told she forgot 'Pret' and 'Allez', to Kellee she just roll her eyes.

Saeko Lumnium Beriya

After having her go at the dummies, Saeko stepped back and watched the First Years have their goes. She didn't really have much of an opinion after that, so instead of actually paying attention she idly watched as the battlefield cleared itself - only to reveal metal bodied drones which lined up in formation and attacked on the Director's orders.

What saddened her, and probably a lot of others, though, was that only the First Years were able to participate and fight against them. That, and that the dummies had been set to a non-lethal mode. Apparently they didn't want to kill the weak students, even at an academy for assassins. With a sigh, Saeko walked off to the side of the battle, and continued her mindless observations.

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Adam Solis

Adam took it into consideration, making more judgements about the students and which might actually make good candidates. Maybe she was right. The test was likely far from over, knowing the Director, and there were probably others which would be much more suited to the line of work he had planned.
"Hmm... I suppose you would be right. If I am to hazard at a guess, I'd say the test is far from over..."

However, even as he said it, he was playing the mission over in his head. And, with every student he placed in the team - even not knowing their strengths and weaknesses - they were all killed. He gritted his teeth, and tried once again. Why was it getting to him, anyway? He had already made his selection, so why was he worrying?

At the sound of the second part of the test beginning, a small smile traced its way over his lips. The metal drones rose from the ground, holding weapons, and instantly made their way into formation. His smile widened a small amount as the Director gave the commands, and he crossed his arms as they made their towards the students.

There were definitely some skilled assassins here already, that was for certain, but his eyes were instantly drawn to Lurlene - the female whom wielded knives with excellent skill. Even if she was simply playing with the thing thanks to its settings, she still had some damn good skill. She would make an excellent addition to the team, but then again that was no surprise - since he had already chosen her.

The final deciding factor in Lurlene's place was her final action; throwing the drones severed head of the drone straight at the Director. If Adam was anyone else, he likely would have let it slide, knowing that the Head would handle it. However, appearances had to be kept up, and rules had to be kept exactly as they were set.

It an extremely fast step, he was in front of the Director - holding a sheathed katana by the sheathe in his left hand. With his right, he gripped the hilt of the blade and slowly drew it; the sound filling the air. As it was almost fully drawn, he angled it downwards and drew the blade in a very quick movement. As it was unsheathed, it hit the flying head, slicing clean through it and causing the two halves to fly off in either direction.
"Lurlene. Please refrain from doing that again." he said calmly, sliding the blade back into it's sheathe and crossing his arms.

Colette Bellamy

Colette looked at the girl that spoke to her, and despite her rush to insult her for forgetting her home language, she decided the immediate threat of the robots trumped that. She gave her a nod and drew her rapier again.

As Claudia fired, Colette noticed that a path between the oncoming robots was cleared, the opportunity for flanking them was greater now that they were distracted by the gunfire coming at them. Colette ran directly through the middle of them, dodging straw blades coming at her as well as the gunfire from Claudia and the other students. As she got to the end, Colette entered her duelist pose and yelled "Incoming!".

Colette started making her way back, but her rapier danced across the backs of the robots as she jumped on one of them and plunged it into it's core, she got off and thrusted into another. She began running back towards the group, swiping right and left at the robots that were near her. One robot turned around and began coming after her, despite the gunshots from Claudia, but Colette slid under the robot's 'legs' and pierced it's insides before it realized what happened.

She finally got back to the group, shaking her blade off from the debris and gunk from the robots before she resumed her duelist pose, she eyed Claudia "Clever thinking."\

@Brithwyr

As Adam continued to take small bites of the tiramisu his friend had brought to him, the robot demonstrations began. Those had been a different story back in the day for himself, since he did know how to do nonlethal fairly easily. It was all a matter of using someone's weight against themselves, anyone could learn to do it with even a day's worth of training. Funny enough though, lots of assassins seem to go for the fancier stuff like learning different types of martial arts. Sometimes, less is more.

"Guten tag, Adam,"

The words came from the mouth of a Kriss Mauser, another third year with German heritage but somehow absolutely no know how on how to speak the mother tongue. The grating accent made Adam feel like his vertebrae were twisting in his back. He turned his head slowly to Kriss and stood up from where he sat on his luggage, towering not only Kriss but everyone in sight with his ridiculous height. He looked down at his fellow student, expecting him to say more.

". . ."

At that time, Adam happened to glance over toward the main battle area where the new students were showing off their abilities against the robots. A knife wielding girl had been doing an impressive job of making her non-lethal strikes be more lethal than not and had tossed the head to the headmaster. This got his attention and he turned his head, raising his eyebrows. The corner of his lips twitched into a smile. He had to admit, he liked the spunk of this new crew. However, her attempt to encore the headmaster had been snuffed by Adam Solis. His eyebrows furrowed, watching 'Teachers Pet' Solis slicing the robot head in half.

"Lurlene. Please refrain from doing that again."

...Why not? Adam's eyes narrowed at the teachers pet, his own arms folding, everything having had occurred in his view without obstruction thanks to his height. The headmaster was certainly no scrub. And 'Teachers Pet' wouldn't gain anything from protecting her even more than he already has. Why not let a first year learn the consequences of their actions on their own? For all he knew, the headmaster would have been pleased at the knife wielder--Lurlene, that was what Teachers Pet had called her--and her display... So why step in?

Adam kept his eye on the battlefield, his expression deadpan with only an undertone of seriousness in his eyes. His lips parted a little in thought.

". . ."

Paolo watched with a bit of shock as the rest of the first years ran out, he saw one pretending to choke out a dummy with a metal bar. It was cute, she was cute but she wasn't someone that stood out, she just happened to be close to him. He shot her a wink to which she scowled. "Ah, she'll come around. Adam you wa-" He had a sentence he wanted to say but another third year, Kriss approached quickly. Kriss was one of the most efficient people Paolo knew of in the academy other than the teachers pet himself. Other Adam. That’s what all the girls in their year called him, Adam U here had all the girls on a leash and he never even spoke to them! But Other Adam had the teachers on a leash at times it seemed, and not the other way around. It was scary really, that much power turned Paolo on just imagining it. But that wasn’t the matter at hand

Kriss had walked up and introduced himself to his gentle giant friend who had stood up to get a view no other could achieve. Kriss must not have known, as he simply said hello.. No follow up, no conversation carrying done at all. He would be glad later only Paolo was there to witness it. If only someone nice enough to stop him while he was ahead was there, but sadly, there was only Paolo. He kept an ear on the two next to him, well one. Adam didn’t need an ear on him unless he had his syringe out the guy was fine without needing to be watched.

He turned his head back to the field, robots had overrun some of the first years, a fragile boy had tried dodging and backed into another robot, they didn’t kill him but they were pummeling him repeatedly with their non-lethal swords. It was kinda funny. Just then he turned back to the girl who gave him a nice view from any angle. She was ordering the french girl around, and a girl with power was hot, but a girl who was hot was also hot so it seemed to stack. She was incredible, but her style was too... It was too loud. She wouldn't last a day in the mafia back home. Maybe those american knock-offs but not the big leagues. "Ay, uh, Belladonna!" A clever nickname he had just thought up, "You wouldn't mind bending over a little further, would you? You're leaving too much to my imagination!" he shouted.

He leaned back, glancing over at Kriss and Adam, but keeping an eye on the girl he just called out to. Seeing her slip up would be beautiful. It'd be a two for one deal on watching two first years go down, frenchy would lose her support and the slut would lose focus on the bots, leaving her open. It would be hilarious. And even if she did pull through, it just proved her worth to him. Paolo considered this day his own scouting mission, he was a judge off the the record books.