[center][h2]Dagny vs Ark on SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY in box 3546[/h2][/center]

Dagny blinked against the white, feeling as if she had just been hit by a truck. Which, for Dagny, didn't really mean anything. So she stood up, her blue eyes widened as she looked around the box. "What the fuck?" she muttered, turning to confirm the box was uniform all over. And there was a fellow fourth year, who she recognized to be Ark. [i]Isn't much of an icebreaker if I already know 'im,[/i] she thought. 

[i]"Prove your worth!"[/i] Echoed about and, although confused for a moment, Dagny eventually grinned and slammed her fist into the palm of her hand. 

"Alright, let's go, Scales," she taunted. 

Ark wasn't phased by the blinding light, but he was still unable to see anything as he was transported into the box. "Drycc." Ark muttered, as he noticed the other 4th year in the box.
"Dragon Girl, of course. They won't let me have a single year where I don't have to deal with you." Ark said this with complete distain for Dagny's existance. He grabbed the first two daggers hidden under his coat, before throwing the whole coat to the side.

As he did, white scales surfaced from under Dagny's skin. Her gaze flcikered between the two daggers before her smile grew. She wasn't particularly fast, but she stepped forward to close the distance between her and Ark. As she did, she threw her fist up at the draconian's white snout. 

Ark was much faster than Dagny, though, even with his speed, her fist still grazed the side of his face as he tried to dodge to the right. It hurt, definently, Dagny threw punches harder than most could, but Ark was still able to ignore the pain and bring his left arm up to cut at Dagny's arm, while grabbing it with his right.

The dagger was stopped against her scales, and she paid no mind to the claw around her arm. Instead, Dagny used Ark's grip to pull him forward and throw her opposite fist into his gut. 

The punch took a second to register in Ark's brain, and during this moment, he noticed an opening. Flipping the dagger in his left hand around, he threw a quick punch at Dagny's throat, as well as muttering a simple blinding spell under his breath, focused on his dagger. 

With both hands occupied, Dagny could only take the hit to her neck. She winced, a puff of smoke escaping from her mouth as she stepped back  

Ark stumbled backwards until he hit the wall, at which point  he  succumbed to the punch and dropped to the ground. He didn't black out completely, but he wasn't in a condition to continue fighting.

Dagny rubbed at her neck then eyes as the bright light faded. She blinked a few times at the fallen draconian, then looked around the white box. "That all y'got?" she asked the fallen opponent as her scales fell back under her pale skin. 

[center][h2]Maxwell Yinyues and Joseph Conrad in box 9510[/h2][/center]

Maxwell rubbed his eyes, quickly adjusting to the white box he had just been transported to. "Damn crazy Headmaster, what is he doing this time?" Maxwell noticed something out of the corner of his eye, or rather, someone. Acting on reflexes, his hand shot into his bag, grabbing out his pistol, and quickly aiming it at the unknown person. He then proceeded to look at the stranger. "Oh, hello."

Joseph quickly reoriented himself to the sudden teleportation spell that was cast upon the students, making out another person in the room... with a firearm pointed directly at him. "Gee, jumping the gun eh? I would greet ya too, but seeing as you have a gun ready to splatter my brains all over this nice, clean, white room, I think I can throw manners out the window."

"Name." Maxwell couldn't really remember if he had seen this guy before, but a quick search on the academy's student database should be a good idea.

"Put that gun down and I'll think about it mate."  Joseph sighed as he stood perfectly still.

"Should a name really require thought?" Max kept the gun pointed straight at  Joseph.

"More thought than you put in aiming a weapon at me, that's for sure."

Maxwell chuckled at Joseph's comment. "It's probably best that you do what I said and tell me your name, unless you really like holes in your head."

"If I was in fear for my dear little life I would have taken that advice, but usually the person asking for a name usually gives it first, and I don't see much of an exception right now. You give me something, I'll give you something. Fair enough?" 

Once again, Maxwell chuckled. "Ooh, fun. Sure, my name is Maxwell Yinyues, fourth year."

Joseph grinned as he replied to his fellow student. "Was that so hard? Joseph Conrad. Also a fourth year." 

Max turned the gun towards Joseph, so that he could see it was unloaded, before shoving it back into his bag. As he typed Joseph's name into the computer on his arm, he laughed a bit. "So, how the hell didn't you notice I was holding an unloaded gun?" Maxwell looked over Joseph's info. "Oh, great. Looks like we are in the same class this year, actually. All I suggest is that you don't disobey me if we ever have to work together. I'm probably smarter than you, anyway."

"An asshole and a self proclaimed genius. Can you get anymore unbearable?" Joseph merely sighed again. "You know, people get gunned down in a blaze of glory for as much as flashing around a toy gun around trained professionals. I'm not fuckin batman, I'm Joseph Varren. Don't expect me to check every weapon my foes hold to see if they're real or not. Even if you had an unloaded weapon, the intent was real." 

"Geez, what an attitude. Kid, nah, that doesn't fit. Hmm, JoJo, yea, JoJo, if your going to act like this, then I'm sorry, alright? What else would I do? Just politely ask you your name? The best possible action in this situation was for me to take control of it, well, against a random nobody, at least, but yea, I guess everything depends on the person, right? And please, spare your lectures for someone who needs them. " As Maxwell said this, he paced the wall of the room opposite of Joseph.

"So sorry Mr.Sun Tzu, oh most glorious of all. Had I decided to be an indecent human being and gone in for the kill, you would have been dead. For such a tactical genius, you seem anxious to make more enemies for yourself. And this is still school mate. You don't have to think everyone's a threat."

"Eh, guess I was over reacting a bit, wasn't I? Oh well. Should probably not do that.  Sorry for aiming a gun at you and shit." Admitting he was wrong was something that Maxwell hated to an absurd degree, but he didn't really have anything better to say. He extended out his hand to JoJo. "I actually kind of like your attitude."

"You sure don't have some sort of explosive device rigged to your hand or something?" Despite these words, Joseph gave Maxwell a firm handshake. "Nice to meet ya too Maxwell. I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

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