While heading towards the Auditorium, he eavesdropped on the students who were new and fresh, he wasn't as excited as the fresh blood. The last two years were years for taking in the scenery, as well as to get the whole 'new experience' out of his head. He wasn't going to go gawking like he had before, now was the time to get ready for the rest of the year. On the thought of the rest of the year, Uriel had hoped he wouldn't have to hang around any strange fucks like he had before. When he was a first year, he often found a fish-human hybrid type of character in some of his electives. This person was also one of his dorm-mates. Was it to let the newbies interact with the experienced? Or maybe it was an error with student placement? Either way it was hell for Uriel, the site of the boy was often nausea inducing. Uriel didn't like how most fish looked, and having one walk and talk and hang around him was almost a nightmare.

Uriel soon found himself in the auditorium, and it was packed. Some students had even started to get into verbal fights about seating. All the while, some of the more aged students had already started playing catch-up with friends who'm they couldn't keep in contact with other the long break. Uriel found himself doing neither of these things, as his best friend had graduated the previous year. Instead he would just try to find one of the least-populated areas in the third-year section, and wait until further instruction.  As a few moments passed, the volume levels in the room dropped quickly, at most you could hear some of the younger students whispering. Soon the headmaster would make his appearance. Uriel couldn't help but wonder how some of the newer students would react to his appearance, it was certainly of that only the wildest imagination would conjure. 

The headmaster came in and 'introduced' himself to the school. This year he was even louder then he was before, and Uriel often found himself annoyed at how often his ears would hurt during the speech. Well, speech loosely defined what he was doing. If anything it felt like a warning. Soon it had definitely became a warning, basically saying the pacifists would be rooted out. This was no problem for Uriel, the thrill of breaking stuff, as well as people, was already something he enjoyed. He didn't need the school to help reinforce that fighting would be necessary, that's what he had already wanted. 


After the whole 'Don't be a half-ass, my name is shitty, check out this ice' part of the speech was through, the headmaster told then about the numbers beneath their seats. Uriel was quick to grab the paper under his ass and find out what it said. The paper was slightly crumpled, due to his handling, and had a number in the three digits. The paper had [i] Four hundred and thirty five [/i] written on it in blue ink. 

After quickly searching his memories, Uriel came to the conclusion that something similar had happened last year. He couldn't remember what they did, because at the time he was too tired to care, but now he wish he had gotten more sleep at the time. Either way, he was curious about what it meant. Was this some order? Should he be searching for Mr.434? Or was this a code to get into his room, did they change the dorms? Whatever it was, Uriel wasn't too unnerved by it. Hell he was even excited, maybe this meant he was the 435th best in the school? He quickly realized that wasn't too great. [i] Maybe I'll give this a rest. [/i] He tried to stop thinking of answers and would now wait for the reason, and the game plan.