TENTH POST:

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XG_0iV2B40]Repairs and Refreshments:[/URL]

After jousting a finger towards Lilith, making her the object of the personal query, Varren and Alika could only sit back as the situation began to unfold. His classmate’s expression remolded itself within an instant, changing from its usual nonchalance into an expression brimming with disgust. He let out a sigh as the girl began to bare her teeth, disagreeing with Fai’s playful jeer. He chose to step in at this point, before the girl put her powers to use. With a playful poke at the lower rim of her hat, he made a kind smile, drawing her attention away from his socially blind friend. [b][i]”Sorry. He’s more innocent than me, and he isn’t as versed when it comes to our language~. Just think nothing of it, and have a cup of coffee!”[/i][/b] The boys sheer ebullience was able to subside Lilith’s anger, quickly changing the topic to something less personal.

Varren was unable to guess how he had managed to find himself in the middle of the group of interesting people. They ended up orbiting around him, and gave life to an energetic and vibrant conversation. [i]”Guess I’ve found some good friends.”[/i] He thought to himself as more obscenities were thrown at Fai. The boy merely laughed along in the hostility, until a large rifle was suddenly slammed onto his desk. His eyes traced the arm and stopped at the man’s face, which was currently scrunched up into an intimidating expression. He dragged a desk out of the symmetrical formation and slid it in front of Varren’s, then slithered into his seat. 

The student demanded that he clean his rifle, threatening him with a concoction which Elena could most likely chug like water. But he refrained from calling the russian, as she had already sauntered her way out of the classroom. A normal reaction would be to break into an angered state, in response to the infinite amount of curses flung at the first year. Instead, he greeted the senior with a smile and nodded in acceptance. 

[b][i]”Okie dokie~! Just give me a moment to get my tools prepare-”[/i][/b] Taking in the exterior of the firearm, the boy let out a mixture of a gasp and a squeal excitement. [b][i]"Woah! Where’d you get this? Is this a Rorsch X1?! They’re pretty rare, since the company which produced them went into an economic decline after the fall of America’s west coast. You must’ve lived there, hm? I’d love to find out how you acquired such a weapon! But asking a senpai gunowner his secrets is taboo!”[/i][/b] Raising his toshinmac device over the firearm, the device scanned the railgun, then presented the group with a diagram of its disassembling procedure. While keeping his eyes glued to the hologram, he set down the wrist-device and began to pull an assortment of tools from his satchel. 

Within the span of a few minutes, the conglomerate of desks had turned into a makeshift work space. The boy playfully grinned as he went to work on the armament, deconstructing it as the diagrams instructed. [b][i]”Uwaaaaaah! Look at the charging and propulsion systems! Ok. Blood. Gotta clean that out.”[/i][/b] With determination and unfathomable finesse, the barrel and exterior of the firearm was soon spotless. Disposing of the bloodied tissues and gloves, he scratched his neck and stretched out, letting out a yawn. [b][i]”That was pretty cool. Never seen the internal working of a railgun.”[/i][/b] As he stood near the front of the classroom, Mr. Fenris sneaked into the classroom, already regretting his decision as soon as he heard Varren’s voice. [b]”Varren, please. I’m tired. Even though I just had lunch. I swear, I will defenestrate you.”[/b]

Varren cocked his head, looking at him quizzically, [b][i]”What does that mean? De...fe...nes...trate?”[/i][/b] The teacher let out a deep sigh, placing a tentacle on his forehead. [b]”Eh, even if I get put on leave for this. It’s worth it.”[/b] He uttered as a limb shot towards Varren, wrapping itself around his scarf. [b][i]”Wait wha-”[/i][/b] The boy was yanked like a ragdoll, and ended up being propelled towards the window, only emitting a light yelp. [b][i]”But we’re on the fifth floor!”[/i][/b] Fenris quickly shot a ligament past the boy at lightning speed, holding the window open, since he didn’t intend to pay collateral for shattered glass. [b]”Don’t let the pane hit you on the way out.”[/b] The boy waved him arms about uncontrollably as he plummeted towards the ground, a white canvas destined to be dyed with red. He closed his eyes, bracing for an impact. 

But he suddenly came to a halt, suspended midair by an unseen force. His eyes darted around until he found the one responsible for intervening with his fate. The headmistress was holding the cane towards him, her stern complexion focused on him. [b]”Ew. It’s a fleshbag. Drop him.”[/b] The force levitating his body was ceased, making him fall face first into the snow. [b]”What was that, the fifth floor? I guess Mr. Fenris has been developing his throwing arm, hm? Well, let’s just leave that there. Oh, I heard that the Women’s Swimming Club has tryouts today! Let’s go check that out.”[/b] The boy was left there, still in a frightened daze. He listened to the conversation between them as they walked off, the woman spoke up in a somewhat irritated voice, [b]”Oh, really? Alright, we’ll be there shortly. Headmaster, it seems Ms. Ek and a few other students have gotten into a tussle. I advise we room them together.”[/b] As the faint voices dwindled in the distance, Varren opened his eyes and rose from the whitened ground. Standing in the cold terrain, he looked around as he took in the campus and what it entailed.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FxjMdxTwag]Requiem Pt. II:[/URL]

[b]Date - Unknown:[/b]

At a first glance, the campus would be mistaken for a military institution. Albeit the fact that the academy’s purpose was to train students to combat hordes of beasts, it had lost its studious zeal. Soldiers were patrolling the premises in squads, while students rushed between training buildings or to their next class, hoping to avoid the armed militants. [b][i]”So… I take it that the Lucisean Alliance stationed some platoons while I was taking a snooze?”[/i][/b] Varren asked the cane as a group of soldiers jogged by, lead by a drill sergeant. 

[b]”Yeah. We didn’t have much of a say in it. They implored us, and with the aftermath of that attack a few weeks ago, we had no reason to turn them away. They’ve began training platoons with our students, since they will be fighting side by side. As for earthlings, they’re still deciding on their next action. Good thing Luciseans are not held back by legislative bindings, and actually take action.”[/b] Taking a leisurely stroll towards the portion of the campus closest to the forest, he blocked the rays of the sun with his free hand. [b][i]”Ah, here we are. Remember how many parties you nearly ended up crashing? Pretty sure Elena almost blew up a wall on one of her drunken rampages. Probably thought she was reliving a combat operation.”[/i][/b] Coming to a brisk stop, he surveyed the terrain before him. How quickly things had changed in a couple of weeks. The fort had taken a strike which instantly demolished a good portion, it was most likely the first institution to be hit during the raid. Even though the ice had remained in its solids state, with the intervention of the Harmonious First’s chanting and spells. But the inner metallic skeleton had been exposed, left to bare through the summer's heat. Taking a few steps forward, he placed the palm of his hand against an architectural corner piece. He read the plaque which had been drilled into the metal;

[i]IN MEMORIAM OF THE LIVES LOST IN THE DEFECTUM PACEM:[/i]

[b][i]”Latin, eh? Didn’t know you Luciseans were affiliated with that corpse of a language.”[/i][/b] He let out a sigh as he leaned forward, slowly rubbing a finger over the golden lettering. [b]”A teacher recommended it. We’re not gonna forge the list of the deceased until this all blows over. As for the Harmonious First’s fort…”[/b] The gemstone trailed off, Varren raised his sight to level with the shambles of a building. With the lack of a plaque listing the deceased students, Varren realized that the academy had fully acknowledged the fact that the number of dead would only increase. This was not the best thing to wake up to. Having everything changed in what seemed like a blink of the eye. He winced and took a few steps back, allowing himself a few minutes of reconciliation as he stared blankly at the ruins. [b][i]”...I’m gonna need a cup of coffee. We might as well stop by my class. I bet Mr. Fenris will be happy to see me alive and kicking!”[/b][/i] Though he originally intended to proceed to the office, Varren built up the courage to face his classmates. [b][i]”Alright…”[/i][/b]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btPJPFnesV4]Today - 8:00 PM - Day 2:[/URL]

[b]Training Building #5:[/b]

[b][i]”...Let’s go!”[/i][/b] The boy shouted as he followed behind the group of students. Trailing Mr. Fenris as his limbs flopped on the concrete floor, leading them into an open auditorium. The formation applied for every single training building, one out of thirty-six built for what they were named after. At the middle of the open air room was a circular stage, taking up half the diameter of the building. Surrounding it were rows upon rows of seats, employed during tournaments and other events held within these establishments. The students of class 1-Q lined up near the edge of the training area, and were quickly inspected by Mr. Fenris. [i]”Alright, packed a few magazines! Should be all set.”[/i] He thought to himself as his teacher gave a nod, concluding his analysis. 

All of the students were accompanied by their respective weapons, and would submit to completing training courses, based upon their classes and armament type. [b]”Eh, guess we’ll get melee out of the way. Not sure if I want to include Ms. Machina in this group, as she has that [i]’toy’[/i], if we can even call it that. So that would leave Mr. Thorn-of-Shield, Ms. Cho, and Mr. Marchalos You will all get to beat the living crap out of a few training dummies with your weapons. After you three will be the small arms duo of Yinyues and Mr. Ellison. Then the Strike Witches. Then the magic-based trio of Mr. Sulan, Ms. Ephyrene and Mr. Huanglong. And to wrap things up, we will let Biggy have the stage. Now about those dummies...”[/b] As if on cue, slots in the flooring of the stage slid open. Out of them ascended a plethora of training dummies, made out of common wood. There were three separate groupings of the mannequins, for the trio of students, of course. The figures began to move within their own secluded cycles, portraying the movements of a live entity. Mr. Fenris spun around and grinned, [b]”Well. Have at it. Show me your moves!”[/b] The teacher commanded, thrusting out a tentacle. [b]"Oh, and one more thing. Though this may seem as a generally combat-oriented drill, you are surely mistaken. If you need any modifications in the exercise, say... a change in the movements of the dummies, or a different scene to fight under, just ask me. I can alter the secluded areas per student at will. So don't feel doubtful to ask me anything!"[/b]