[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kxw2QlAQcvk]Requiem:[/URL]

Varren watched idly with a sullen expression as the caskets passed by. Each casing was engraved with the academy’s insignia, embroiders were draped over the glossed wood lids. All he could do was keep his distance as the procession moved on. The summer breeze and refreshing weather failed to coincide with the scene. [b][u]”...There was nothing you could have done for them. They died on impact. Luckily, all of your classmates made it back alive, in better condition.[/u][/b] Varren glanced down at the cane supporting his weight, narrowing his eyes at the gem. The stone had lost its vibrant glow, its emotions were portrayed with a faint light, dimmed to the verge of ceasing to emanate. 

[b][i]”So, what’s next?”[/i][/b]

[b][u]”Don’t ask such a question when your leg is barely intact. I watched you go through surgery, looked like most of the bone was broken. Surprised it didn’t break the skin by the time you were picked up. Your comrades are in class right now. Shall we visit them?”[/u][/b] The boy pondered over his response, unsure of whether if he was able to face his class, [b][i]”Later, I guess. We have some things to talk about.”[/i][/b] Taking one last glimpse at the coffins as they were ushered into the ship, he winced and limped off towards the office. [b][i]”Say headmaster… What are we? The students who attend this academy, that is. You must have had more plans for us, either than fighting off mindless beasts. Was it for something like this?”[/i][/b] He glanced down at the gem expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

[b][u]”You already know the answer, Varren...”[/u][/b]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phn2JZ2xTz4]”...you are all ultimatums”[/URL]
[hider=Classes start at 8:00 AM][IMG]http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2011/289/2/4/mirai_millennium_classroom_bg_by_pinakes-d4d12la.jpg[/IMG][/HIDER]
[b]Today - 7:40 AM[/b]

Varren’s eyes shot open as the alarm abruptly tore him from his sleep. He wanted to cover his eardrums, but pushed the covers off of himself instead. The boy ran through his morning motions at a brisk pace, adorning himself in the same attire as yesterday. Standing in the middle of his room, unsure of what to do next, or how much allotted time was left. His heart sank at the time displayed on his toshinmac, [b][i]”Oh snap! Classes start in 20 minutes!”[/i][/b] He grimaced as his sight darted towards the room’s desk. An area which should have been used for arithmetic was instead covered in boxes, casings, live rounds and his personal weapons. [b][i]”Eeeeeeeh… Alright, I’ll just bring one 20x30 magazine, one STANAG, just in case we have practice. Can’t keep it loaded, though. That’s against school policy~”[/i][/b] Having his mind drawn away from the severity of the situation for a moment, he quickly snapped back into action.

Varren slung the unchambered K30 over his shoulder, slipped the White Wolf into his jacket pocket, and shoved all of his necessities into his bookbag. [b][i]”Crap, only ten minutes… That means… It must be done”[/b][/i] Without a minute to spare, Varren busted out of his dorm room, with both the slice of toast and his scarf waving in the air. Keeping the soft snack in his mouth as he sprinted through the hallways. [b][i]”Dang it, why did I choose to dorm on the top floor!?”[/i][/b] Running with all of his might, he came to a screeching halt at the elevator. After annihilating the button with nearly a million finger jabs, he leaped into the empty transport as the doors slid open. The boy bided his time, hoping that others had already arrived at the classroom.

[hider=Class 1-Q]
[b]Teacher -[/b] [url=http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/manga/2/90819l.jpg]Mr. Fenris[/URL]
[b]Students:[/b]
[LIST]Elena Akulova

Alika Blackwater

Ayako Cho

Jeremiah Ellison

Lilith Ephyrene

Ralthavar Marchosias

Mariam Machina

Huanglong Shen

Karu Sulan

Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Shield

Varren Yinyues[/LIST][/HIDER]

Mr. Fenris leaned over his podium as the students strolled into his class. Though he had been teaching and mentoring first years for the majority of his career, he wasn’t too fond of dealing with newbies every year. If you’re a second year teacher or above, the students you receive are at least somewhat educated, or have some combat under their belts. But when you’re a first year teacher, it’s like a lottery. You never know what you will get, not until you spin that wheel, or take that ticket and hope it’s worth something. Though, it seems Mr. Fenris had bought at least a few prize rendering tickets, from what he could see. But, at this point of time, everybody who lived between both worlds knew not to judge a book by its cover. Looks and even personalities can be deceiving, and only after further prying could one comprise a legitimate answer. He placed a dry tentacle on the screen built into his stand, and began to skim through the attendance. [b]”Erm… We’ll go through attendance once class starts…”[/b] While waiting, the teacher counted the currently present students. [b]”Wait, only that many?”[/b] He mumbled to himself and took a quick peek at the time on his module. The last students were definitely cutting it close, with only a few minutes to spare.

[b][i]”I’m on my waaaaaaaaay!”[/i][/b] A voice bellowed down the hall, holding the syllable as it approached the automatic doors. [b][i]”I’m he-”[/i][/b] Mr. Fenris was about to warn the boy about the automated doors, but the child had already slammed face first into them. [b][i]”Ow, ow, ow, ow.”[/i][/b] The boy whimpered as the contraption slid open, revealing a scarfed student, with what remained of his bread stuffed half-way in his mouth. 

[b]”Nice job. Homeroom is about to begin. Go take your seat. Also, the doors are automatic.”[/b] Still groaning out of pain, Varren took a seat next to his newly acquainted friend from yesterday, then slumped forward onto the desk. Without taking time to rejoice about the familiar face, he set the silenced rifle next to his side, then repented his recent actions in pain. With the ring of the bell, the teacher glanced up at the students, with a seemingly devilish grin spread across his face. [b]”Good morning students! Welcome to your first day of class. I am your homeroom teacher Mr. Fenris. Actually, I teach all of your courses, because the academy board is full of cheap bastards!”[/b] As he spoke, the wide screen behind him surged to light, displaying the school insignia, with [i]Good Morning![/i] flashing on it. Even though the cephalopod spoke in a joyful manner, the class could notice the obvious sarcasm in his voice. [b]“So, to start off, why don’t we start introducing ourselves? Let’s spice things up a bit and not go in alphabetical order. First off… Ms. Cho. Please say your full name, and then tell us a little somethin’ about yourself.”[/b] The teacher cocked his head to the side, still keeping the widened smile stretched out. 

[hider=Class 5-E]
[b]Teacher - Mr. Jovice
[b]Students:[/b]
[list]Raule Cardias

Christopher Graham[/LIST][/HIDER]

The students of 5-E were already in their seats when their awaited teacher finally arrived. The man had a clean cut of grey and black hair. His elegance of his finely trimmed mustache was only drowned out by the plump which was his waist. With enough mass to put even the most experienced alcoholics who sported beer bellies of their own, they were shrouded by the sheer size of this man’s. Waddling into the classroom, standing at only 5’4”, the man ascended behind the podium. The sound of a device could be heard from behind the stand, creaking as he began to levitate higher up the podium. With a clearing of his throat, soon followed by a grotesque belch, the teacher began, [b]”Good morning students, I am your dearest professor, Mr. Jovice. I am your homeroom advisor, and your history teacher! Oooooooh, and look at this~[/b] The man chirped as he glanced down at the class’ schedule, [b]”We have history first! What a shocker! Everybody, get out your writing utensils! Starting off back in 2010-2020, also known as the Period of Idiocracy, let’s lightly brush against the morals of humanity at this time!”[/b] Leaving no time for homeroom introductions, the professor instantly delved into his excruciatingly boring lesson.