Takao lay on the back wall of the gym, watching events unfold with a disinterested expression. He didn't really want to be here, and he was pretty sure there were plenty of others with the same sentiments. But there was no way he would skip it. There were very few that would, and part of the reason for that was on the stage at the front.

The black haired boy briefly glanced at the front stage. There they were in all their glory, the most powerful members of this academy. They enforced rules and kept the other students in line with their might. There were likely others not part of the student council who could go toe-to-toe with one of their members, but the student council often worked in concert. And thus they kept the peace, being the strongest in the school which respected strength the most. They were efficient, immaculate, implacable. And boring. Takao moved his gaze elsewhere. He scanned the lines of first years, seemingly eager to prove their worth. There was certainly no lack of variety, as ever, covering the entire spectrum of lone wolves, eccentrics, depressives and more.

A weighty and altogether familiar realization dropped onto Takao's shoulders as he stood leaning on the wall, and he could do little but sigh and look on. Perhaps if he got older it would be a comforting thought, like a warm security blanket, but as it was now it was more like a heavily stained patchy quilt that he'd nonetheless gotten used to. In front of him was a new generation of Tatakai academy, a wave in which he'd been in the year prior. Some of the new students were stronger than him, and some weaker. As he turned his gaze towards the stage, he reflected that even if they were stronger than him, that didn't necessarily mean he would lose if he fought them. It was just a matter of paying the price for victory, an expense he wasn't sure he wanted to pay.

Following the crowd, Atsu eventually made her way into the gym. As expected, it was swarmed with students of all ranks and classes. She drew her attention away from perceiving her classmates and walked near the front of the stage. Atsu was never the student to sit at the back of the classrooms. She appreciated being able to view the course materials upfront and have the ability to wave down the teacher as promptly as possible. Picking a spot at the first row, she slid her book bag under the chair, tucking her skirt down before sitting down.

What seemed to be a faculty stepped onto the stage. "Ok, this is the welcome ceremony, this is where we get the welcome from the Student Council, Oh! speak of the devil..." Atsu’s eyes averted to where the woman was staring and accounted for three more individuals walking in.

“So this is the Student Council.” She thought to herself. They looked like a proud bunch and with every right for being so. The Student Council was rumored to be some of the strongest students at the Academy. Some even excelling in their studies and ranking top in their grade. Whatever it was, Atsu took no interest in it. Her eyes quickly flashed back to the woman on the stage to await the rest of the agenda for the ceremony.

Music

Kiaba sat in the back of the room, having swapped his favorite headphones for a more subtle pair of earbuds. To be fair, he only had one bud in his ear, so he was still technically listening. He heard at least a quarter of what was being said. The three people on stage were probably the student council, or were candidates for the student council, or had killed the student council. The student council was involved in some way. Or marriage counseling. Something like that.

He made sure to keep a tight reign on his abilities so nobody noticed him. He focused on creating a small, dark equalizer to play between his hands. Keeping the effect focused and contained was easier than preventing any effect at all.

Ryuuji stayed in the back of the assembly. Even if his hands were covered being in a crowd was risky. He wasn't afraid of them, per se, but he knew how inexplicably wrong it felt to feel emotions and see memories that weren't your own. It was true that Ryuuji had learned to use it to his advantage but the only time he'd used it outside of simulations was that one time...

He shook his head, and began paying attention to the stage. The young ladies who had been introduced were apparently the student council. According to what he'd been told, they were the strongest students in the entire school. Considering how they carried themselves Ryuuji didn't question it in the slightest. You'd have to be stupid or just plain suicidal to take them on, especially if you were a Rank C student like him. However something told Ryuuji that there was indeed someone that stupid somewhere in the crowd.

Gil was somewhat startled by the announcement that people should gather up in the gym.
He had forgotten. So that's what all these banners and things were for. The welcome ceremony would take place in the gym. Crap.

Gilbert pulled himself to a wall as the doors flung open and people started to pour in. He wanted to go take a shower but he knew that if he did then he would likely be cussed at and get into a mess with those who were holding the ceremony.

So there he stood, arms crossed with a slight bit of sweat on him, wearing his sleeveless undershirt and his gym jacket around his waist.
Seeing all manner of students pour in, a few familiar faces which he had seen before. The student council ofcourse. People he had beaten up and some people he had seen every now and then which had stayed out of his way.

His eyes fell on Takao recognizing him. That guy. He should train more or study. If you be average at both you won't get much out of being here. Gilbert's eyes moved away from Takao and to look at his own arms. Hes still probably better than me at studies and at being around people. I just need to stay in class A for this year and I should be allright. I don't have to be one of the S class. The amount of work they put into their things isn't really my thing either.

@Lord of Evil



Reimu raised his eyes and looked around as the announcement was made to gather up in the gym. Arriving too early would not be a good idea as it would show eagerness and such would surely be drawing attention. Being late would on the other hand likely be cause for another form of unwanted attention. Arriving somewhere inbetween was ideal to try meld in with the crowd.

"Yuu. We are going to the gym. Things are about to begin. I want you to give it your best okay?" Reimu looked to Yuu with one of his eyes covered behind his hair.

"We are likely having to fight eventually. Remember what I told you to do if you get into trouble?"
"Yes. I should defend myself and let you know, Reimu-sama." Yuu replied as if she had been hand-fed to provide that answer for the last few days.

"That's good. Yuu." Reimu offered a soft smile and patted her on her head before leading her to the gym and gathering up by the other new students. Trying to remain somewhat in the background as good as he could before sitting down at a chair with Yuu next to him. She tilted her head to the side as she looked Reimu over before turning her attention to the stage and the people on it.

Time to learn what there is about everyone in here. Their powers and weaknesses. It will come to use when the time finally arrives where you would have to fight. I wish we wouldn't have to fight, but the things in this world has been fighting since the beginning of time. I am part of this world aswell, and I need to fight in order to become better at using my powers.
Then when I finally have mastered it... I will change everything!

Reimu's eye glimmered for a moment before he raised his eyes to the stage, making sure to avoid eye-contact as much as possible.

As the student council are up on stage, Tsukiko stand in the middle with the mic already set up. "Hello and welcome first years to Tatakai Academy" Tsukiko say in a calm voice "In this academy, your gold is to reach on the top of the ranks. As of right now for all you first years are on Rank C, the lowest rank. Overtime however if you get good grades, you may go to Rank B and keep doing that you may go to Rank A and all of you could be good students......Though you are here to learn but you are also here to fight" Tsukiko voice just turn serious "All of you are drive for succeed, power and serious. All of you want to be strong, brave and powerful. All of you want to be on the top.....but there are high walls around you and the ranks you have, if you want to knock the walls around you...you have to fight...Good luck, fight to reach for the top and don't disappoint us." With that say, the student council step down of the stage.

@Otaku95@Rusalka@NewShoesForever@Hannya@Dezuel@chukklehed@Lord of Evil


"I think I got some good shots" Kamiko say as she and her new members walk out of the gym "The lighting of the photo matching perfect for the student council, man they are so cool!" the sound of the bell turn on, which means the first day of school has begun "Oh, I guess the classes are about start soon. do you guys want some help to find your classes?"
@NewShoesForever @Rusalka

After the ceremony was over, Atsu continued to sit until a mere few students were still trickling out. Human bodies bothered her and she had always hated being around swarms of them. The ceremony itself didn’t impress her. Unfortunately the speeches the Student Council themselves were less than inspiring as well. She had her own personal agenda during her years at the school and it was certainly nothing to do with achieving ranks. The continual droning of success, strength, and seriousness almost annoyed her.

Ding! Ding!

The phone in her pocket went off signaling a text. The notification listed that it was from Kazuo Taoka.

1:16 PM
Good afternoon. I hope that your trip to Tatakai Academy went smoothly. I spoke with Mr. Kei and they should be able to make the accommodations that you had requested. Sorry for the delay. Give me a call if you need anything.
-Dad

Atsu clicked her phone off and slid it back into the pocket of her uniform. Though her father wasn’t as apprehensive as most parents she had met, Atsu grew fond of his detachment towards her. It allowed her to grow and be curious in studies she never knew even existed. It was after all, his suggestion that she attended the Academy to honed down her skills and education before taking on Auxier Enterprise. Atsu had no interest in fighting for or at Tatakai. She merely wanted to excel in her lessons so that she could finish off at an ivy league university. It was all she needed to take on the company and grow it even more than her father had. She wasn’t interested in her classmates, the fighting, nor the ranks. Atsu trusted the fire manipulation “powers” that she was gifted with. It was all she needed to create the empire that her father had always hungered for.

Noticing that the gym had quiet down, Atsu bent down to retrieve her book bag and slung it over her shoulders. Her first class wasn’t scheduled to start for another hour. She took this as a great opportunity for her to get some down time before the lessons began. The library was still undiscovered. Perhaps she would venture there for the time being?

-Kiaba-

Kiaba kept his seet as everyone piled out of the auditorium, sitting in silence with his eyes closed. It wasn't often, but sometimes he just enjoyed letting the world exist around him, in those rare times he felt he could almost feel the buzz of reality on his skin. That feeling that he was close to something, some basic understanding of the will or the universe. Then, all too suddenly, it slipped from his grip, just like every other time. With a sigh, he took his headphones from his bag and slipped them over his head, fishing his phone out of his pocket to plug them in. Just before he unlocked it to start his music, though, he caught sight of a barely familiar head through the thinning crowd of students. I should leave her alone, right? he thought, standing up, I don't think she enjoys talking to people. Or maybe I just said something stupid. Did I offend her? I should apologize. What am I apologizing for? Whatever, I'll figure it out by the time I get there.

His mind made up, Kiaba crossed the room against the flow of bodies, struggling toward his goal.

"Hey," he said once he was sure he was in earshot. "I'm... sorry? I think? Did I make you mad earlier?"

@Hannya

-Takami-

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap."

Takemi held her bag to her chest as she tried to speedwalk even faster, weaving between people on her way to school.

"Stupid alarm. Stupid comfy bed. Stupid raid scheduling. I'm so late!"

She tried to take deep breaths as she picked up her pace. She was almost outright running at this point, but every second she wasn't at school was a second someone might notice she was missing. She still had some time before her classes started, but there was supposed to be an orientation or something today. Keeping the rest of her comments to herself in order to conserve breath, she turned the last corner before the school buildings came into view.

Gonna make it, yes! she congratulated herself, taking a mental fistpump in victory. Now all I have to do is find the library. Nobody can blame me too much if I lost track of time studying.

Atsu was approaching the door when she heard a meek "hey" behind her. Unsure, Atsu stopped mid-walk and waited. There were still students walking about and conversations echoed throughout the gym. Surely she had just misheard.

"I'm... sorry? I think? Did I make you mad earlier?"

The voice sounded too familiar. Of course her only encounter that morning was with that strange boy. Unfortunately her memory sat vague and she couldn't trust a voice to recollect the face or name. Without moving her body, Atsu turned her head to the side allowing her peripheral vision to detail out the owner. The brown hair and school uniform registered a name that she was introduced to earlier that day. She recalled the interesting classmate; the student with the illusions. An emotion of annoyance passed through her body. What was this guy thinking, wasting her time in such a meddlesome conversation? Atsu shifted her body and faced Kiaba. Her face sat like a stone, the irritation that she felt tucked away.

"You're annoying."

Ryuuji waited until the majority of the group had filtered out. The student council was imposing; he could feel their presence from all the way in the back of the auditorium through the crowd. Without a doubt they were the strongest here... and he sure as hell didn't want to get on their bad sides. He'd been burned, beaten, stabbed, electrocuted, and drugged out of his mind over the past years in an effort to strengthen his mental and combat abilities, but he had a feeling that they'd be able to crush him with minimal effort on their part. The young man paused, checking his phone, when he noticed that there were a few other students hanging back as well. Two in particular caught his eye. The first was a girl who looked all the world like a doll come to life. The other was a young man with somewhat silky brown hair and headphones.

@Hannya@chukklehed

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Ah, it's good to be back, mused Kamiki. Over the break she'd had only a few opportunities to use her powers. It always gave her a rush, something she'd decided was something like a runner's high. However, with all of the good came that bitter memory. She scowled at the thought. I'll show that bitch up this year. Just you wait. Let's see how she feels being busted down to a C-rank. Kushi grinned wickedly as she donned her headphones and turned her music up. She made her way to her designated dorm room, bag in tow.

"You're annoying."

That's all she said to him. Those words rang in Kiaba's head like a bell, resonating through his core in an uncomfortable way. His distress was plain as he lost his grip on his abilities, dark wisps rising from his skin like steam.

"I'm sorry," He said, rubbing the back of his neck for comfort, "I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to apologize if I... offended you... earlier." He noticed the wisps as he spoke and turned some of his attention to bringing them in. He would never be happy wearing his emotions on his sleeve like this, and he was sure it was part of why people like Atsu found him annoying. You could only go so long with your anger painted on your skin before you gave up trying to be stoic and cool. It didn't take him long to bring himself back to normalcy, though the occasional flicker still escaped whenever he lost focus.

Kyoran having shrugged at the girl with the tail instead made his way over to the gym where he heard the last part of the ceremony or so it seemed. "Fight huh?" Kyoran grinned and then followed the rest of the C ranked people out of the gym. He wanted to warm up first before taking on that girl who was talking at the stage. Who would provide him with a good warm-up? His eyes searched for a suitable target. He wanted some fun. To stir the pot abit. Anger the rest or spread fear amongst them.

He decided to go up to the girl who had previously sat recruiting for the journalist club.
Kyoran raised his arm and in a slight wave. "Yo! Want to play with me girl? Think you could keep up with me? Heh..heh."
He wanted to pick on some really weak ones, it usually meant someone tough would try step up in their defense and he would get more effect by beating them up too.

@sassy1085



Looks like the ceremony was over. The council was pretty much what he had imagined they would be like. A overclass like nobles high on their golden thrones. They however surely had quite the potent amount of skill and power to be where they were. Reimu didn't doubt that one moment, but as it was for now his plan was to remain unnoticed and stay clear of fighting until he had gathered some information about each indvidual and their powers.

From there he could work out a tactic and way of dealing with them if he would have to fight them. Eventually he would have to. Since he was going to be as strong as he possibly could be. Rise in rank was inevitable. But not in recklessness or hurry. That was a way to find oneself clueless to ones surroundings and eventually fall because of it.

Reimu knew that the first step to attain greater power was knowledge. Thus the library would surely be the best place to start with. Yuu had begun eating her apple as she carefully followed Reimu towards the library. Trying their very best to avoid bumping into someone on the way there.



Gil was happy that the ceremony was over though it opened up an issue for him. He couldn't continue training until they cleared things up abit. Though right now a shower was more attractive. Gil headed into the lockeroom and undressed before grabbing his towel and shower gel, before walking into the showers.

He turned on one of the showers and began to wash his hair and body until finally he placed both his hands against the nearby wall. Lightly slamming his fists into it.

"Damn.." He hated to be around the corridors, the classrooms and the library. That meant people could possibly come to pick a fight with him and he had to beat the living hells out of them. He really didn't want any S rank to fight him either. That meant him becoming S rank himself and he did not want that spot. All the work involving it and... being social.

The thought caused a shiver to trace up his spine and he gulped down his worries. Perhaps he could fake illness and place himself into the sick bay? But that meant also talking to people. Damn he hated people. He took his towel to his hair and then after drying himself he wrapped it around his waist. That's when he noticed to his horror there was a woman icon on a nearby door.

Crap! The damn ceremony signs had covered the icon on the door! He was in the wrong lockeroom! This was the girls lockerroom! He screamed on the inside. A scream which would have been heard throughout the entire academy had he not placed his hand before his mouth.

He had to hurry and get dressed. He made his way out of the shower area and to where his clothes were. A sign of relief on his face. None had entered. He grabbed his clothes and was just about to begin take his clothes on. A noise of some girls talking and suddenly the door began to creak and open. He instictively lunged himself into a open locker and pulled the door close, taking his clothes with him. The locker had no lock on it. This was bad. No. It was worse than bad.

At this rate he would not only be known as a grunting loner but also a pervert and get more trouble. Gil peeked out of the small line-like holes out of the locker to see if the coast was getting clear. The sight he met was the back of a girl in the locker in front, and he saw her unbuttoning her bra at the back, before raising a towel to her chest and rushing into the showers.

Gil felt the sweat travel down his neck and he gulped. He had to wait until they had cleared the area. Damn the council for covering the signs with those damn posters!

Her palms were warming up, the blisters starting to slowly boil under her skin. Atsu’s right thumb rubbed the side of her pointer finger as she tried to tame the flames inside of her. She couldn’t register why she was feeling threatened. Maybe it was just the situation that she was unfortunately drawn into?

“No.. That’s not it” she thought to herself. Atsu’s eyes narrowed as she watched the smoke drift from Kiaba’s skin. “Is he..?” Her emotions shifted from feeling vulnerable to fight mode. The transition happened to quickly for her to make sense of the situation. Quickly moving her eyes from Kiaba, Atsu looked for the a nearby inanimate object to focus on. The only picture that was screened into her mind was the boy’s skin. She wasn’t ready to set anyone on fire, not yet.

“There! The school flag!” The wires in her mind quickly diverted the transmutation from Kiaba to the flag that was hanging behind him. With enough concentration and effort hard, she just might be able to..

“Pmoof!”

The flag burst into flames a second later, the fabric dripping from the pole to the ground as it soaked in fire. To Atsu’s luck, there wasn’t anyone standing near it as the blaze begin to devour the rest of the banner. Her body was tense as she felt the first degree burns appear on her right palm. Cursing under her breath, Atsu pressed her wounded hand against her skirt. As damaging her powers were, the pain mirrored back to her were just as dire. The initiation of the wisps from Kiaba’s skin had triggered Atsu’s fire transmutation. Her reaction to protect herself was as expected; but it took her by surprise and relief on how swiftly she was able to avert her powers.

“Tch.” Atsu scoffed. As annoying he was, she was even more irritated on what had occurred. If Kiaba hadn’t stopped her this wouldn’t have happened. Stupid kid. Stupid illusions. She almost broke her streak on not harming an abled-body and that thought itself frustrated her. What mattered to her now was getting her hand treated before any scars occurred.

“Maybe he’ll be too dense to even notice the flag.” She amusingly pondered the possibilities. Without another word to her perpetrator, Atsu decided on visiting the Academy’s clinic before class. Her shoulder nudged Kiaba’s on her way out, which of course satisfied her in every aspect.

-Kiaba-

Kiaba turned to try and salvage something from this conversation when his eyes caught on the school flag, or rather what remained of the school flag. Fire! he thought, When...? Was it her? Is she threatening me? Suddenly angry, Kiaba rushed forward to grab her hand and stop her. "Hey! That's..."

He stopped dead when he felt the skin of her palm, still unnaturally hot and covered in blisters. Why would she go this far just to threaten me? Did she lose control? suddenly feeling guilty, he moved to turn her hand palm up, bringing the other hand with his phone up and tapping a few buttons to a shortcut labeled 'Healing'.

Within a moment of the song starting, streamers of light rose from his hand through hers. He didn't know enough about human physiology yet to completely erase the burn, but he did know how a burn treatment worked, and could produce the same effects if he focused hard enough. sweat beaded on his forehead as the rest of the world fell away, leaving only his hand, her hand and the music, conducting his light like a composer would conduct the symphony itself. The burn was small and not severe, so it only took half a minute to return the skin to its original smooth state. It would itch quite a bit for a few minutes afterward, he knew, but the hand was healthy again.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled, dropping her hand again. "I didn't mean..."

“You just don’t know how to shu-“ Atsu felt a hand tug at hers and she winced. The burn was just a few minutes fresh. The sudden contact made her flinch. “You idiot (baka)! What the hell are you doing?!” She tried to pull away but Kiaba’s grasp was firm. Any more pushing and pulling would hurt her even more.

She watched with transfixed eyes as he pulled out his cellphone. Then came the light. It moved from Kiaba’s hands to hers as if they were mending her wound. Atsu felt a warm sensation on her palm and it carried up to her arm. She couldn’t decipher if it was from the human contact or the magic that Kiaba seemed to be controlling. Atsu studied Kiaba’s face and saw the concentration in his eyes. Why he was helping her, she couldn’t understand.

“What are you..” Her hand seemed to be piecing itself back together. The worn skin became rejuvenated and the red tint turned back into her natural porcelain skin color. Within seconds, she felt the nerves return. Surely she was enchanted at whatever Kiaba had done to her. Surely she was thankful that he saved her a trip to the infirmary. Surely she was glad that her dominate hand was once functioning again. Atsu pulled away and took a step back, her face unexpressed.

“I didn't ask for your help.” There was a pang of vexation in her voice as she dug her nails in her newly mended hand. This encounter was going terribly wrong and it irked her. She knew that her brash behavior wasn’t taking them anywhere. Hell, it probably enticed Kiaba even more. Instead of storming away as usual, Atsu quickly wiped the stone stare from her face. It was replaced with a sly smile. A couple of strides brought her face to face with Kiaba. She leaned in leaving just a few inches from her mouth and his ear. Anyone looking at them may have mistaken that she was giving Kiaba a kiss on his cheek. She tiptoed and touched his neck with her previously burnt hand. Her skin grazed his as it pulsed warmly.

"Next time, I’ll just kill you” she whispered, her breath brushing against his neck. It was a chilling warning, a sign from her to him to stay away. "Do you understand?"

Kiaba's gestures of kindness threw Atsu off of her track. She understood the dangers that his friendliness imposed on both of them. Pushing herself back, Atsu spun on her heel and walked calmly towards the exit. It was already one hell of a first day for her.

"Play with you? Sorry but we have class, I have to play tag with yo-....Oooooh I think I know what you are talking about, yeah hold on, I need to get something." Kamiko run toward her table which she is surprise it not been vandalize yet, She grad her briefcase and ran back to the boy.

"sorry about that, I was just getting this" Kamiko say when she stick out her arm to show her briefcase. "you may think this is a normal briefcase but little do you know that inside this briefcase have something incredible inside! I am Kamiko Machiko!, Year 2rd, Rank B! Captain of the journalist! Prepared for a battle you'll never forget!" As she done speaking, the briefcase open and dozen of papers fall out.
@Dezuel

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The camera cut to a girl wearing a cloak covering her face with a hoodie. she standing on top of a building looking at Tatakai Academy with binoculars, "Hmmm~ I see that there are two fight already...." The girl in the cloak smirk "I think this year is going to be fun~"

Kyoran Morisaki

Kyoran tilted his head to the side and gave a grin seeing the girl bring a briefcase. "What are you? An idiot?" He raised one of his arms up in a shrug and pointed lazily at her with said arm.

"Second year huh? Rank B..." He said with slight amusement. "I am Kyoran Morisaki, soon to be rank B. I will enjoy beating you up Machiko-san. Heh heh." Kyoran wrinkled his nose to the briefcase opening and papers falling out. "Say goodbye to your homework." Kyoran began to wave his arms before himself very quickly, utilizing his power of speed, moving them sideways with his hands flat.

Causing a large amount of wind to blow straight towards Kamiko and the papers that had fallen out of her briefcase. Trying to blow her and her papers back or off her feet. While at the same time providing a functioning defense of his own with his arms constantly moving before him.

"You are in a storm of trouble now little girl!" Kyoran laughed as he waved his arms maniacally.

@sassy1085

Zed sighed and opened his door and leaving his room. Walking to the main school entrance Zed put his in his headphone and started to play his favorite songs on his playlist. Looking up the the sky, ready to embrace his new status as a C rank Student. This was his first year, but Zed has a lot to prove. Getting good grades is always on his shoulders. Hes the oldest in his family. His mother and brother and even father are counting on him to keep a good rep while hes here. The family's clan needs respect. "After I'm done with this school people will respect me." He continued to the school and looked around at all the students near the entrance.

"At any moment I can be in a fight with any one of these kids. I don't want to hurt anyone but.. if its the only way so be it."
Zed made his way in to the school. Navigating his way though the halls until he made it to his club's room. Before entering he knocked softly and waited a short brief moment. The door opened, Sammi was standing behind it with a smile on her face. "Hey Sammi, Long time no talk?" Sammi let him in and led him to a seat. "Listen Zed, Here in the movie club... We like to be on time to all school events. We cant have new comers drawing attention to our club." Zed turning red in the face. "Yes I understand" He said looking down avoiding eye contact. "Is things between us ever going to be the same?" Sammi looked down on him as she stood back up. her face turned red but made sure Zed couldn't see her face. "Class is about to start soon, club members eat lunch in here." She said grabbing her bags and stopping at the door before she leaves. "I lo.."stops and She walks out room in a hurry. Zed sighed pushing himself up out of the chair. Looking around the room feeling all kinds of sad. "I'm going to be late" He said walking out of the club room and closing the door. before he walked off he hold on the door to place a seal on it. This seal would allow Zed to teleport to it at anytime as long as its on the door. "Here we go" he said as he started to make his way to class.

As Kamiko see her papers blow away a little, she look at Kyoran "You are in a storm of trouble now little girl!" Kamiko smirk "Little girl huh?...Well sorry Little boy, you may see my papers as homework" Kamiko stick out her arm and in the background, papers start flowing on their and start forming a giant paper hammer, it flow down and Kamiko takes it by the handle "... But sadly, my papers are more then just homework."

Kamiko dash toward Kyoran as she step one foot toward him, she swing her paper hammer at him, hoping hitting him.
@Dezuel

Takao weaved in and out of the congealed throng of people in the hall, slowly but surely making his way towards his class. He usually made a point of avoiding people as much as he could, but he couldn't avoid it in this case since he had somewhere to be. Even now he could see the glow of some strange energy. He could hear the raised voices, and he could swear that he smelled something burning. It was inevitable earlier in the year that some fights would occur, mostly involving high-strung first years riled up by the student council's speech, or perhaps just anxious at being in a new environment. Either way, sparks start flying, fires blaze and Takao tries to stay out of the way. Thankfully, with many people jostling for better views, Takao could mostly move unimpeded.

He moved like a ghost through the crowded hall, ignoring the flashing lights and the people entirely. His parents would probably say that it was a bad habit of his to set people aside entirely, but he'd beg to differ. He'd leave them alone, they left him alone. There were always exceptions to that rule, of course, but generally speaking he'd keep his head down and keep going. His goal for the year was simple: pass the year with as good grades as he could manage and get some employability under his belt. It wouldn't be ideal but that was likely the best he would be able to manage.