[h2][u][b]Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival
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[hider=The Classroom] - The Survival ‘classroom’ is an old run down concrete school building on the very edge of campus. Nature has mostly taken over, vines, trees, and various other plants obscuring the two story building. Various animals can also be seen around this building, deer, squirrels, lots of birds, and more. In a room on the second floor, a campfire can be seen during the day and night. Like all rooms, the floor is dirty. The campfire is in the middle of the room, and several large rocks and old logs circle the campfire. In one corner of the room is an impressive array of weapons, knives, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all old. A single desk is where it should be, if this was still a functional classroom, a small candle is on top, along with several books and canned foods. A small mattress is in another corner, there is a sleeping bag on top of it. Scattered across the room are small piles of various things, such as pots, pans, an old guitar can be seen leaning against the wall. Most wonder why this is even a classroom, others are unable to find this class for several days. [/hider]

Pavel sat on a large rock on the second floor of his run down concrete building. His campfire spot lay empty, the ring of small stones marking where the fire usually is. Piles of varying wood surround it, tinder, sticks, firewood logs. Today was the first day of class, he was told, he welcomed the young ones. He kept on strumming his guitar, playing a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_-fba2hBG4]classic[/url] amongst his kind. He paused to take a sip out of a bottle containing a clear liquid, then continued playing again. Some students began to arrive, but Pavel just continued to play, only saying, [b]"Take a seat, we will start soon. If you are hungry, have a bite."[/b] in his Eastern Slavic accent. He nodded towards a couple unmarked cans of food.

[h2][u][b]Ineko Irandi - Period, 5 Survival
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Armory was not as expected. There was a lot of drama, needless, Ineko thought to himself, if people had kept their calm. He would have been an advocate towards calming down, but there was too much for him to take in. The chatter of the machines present only grew louder as they spoke about various topics. He tried to listen to the tank, and got some dialogue from her, to which he did. She was a somewhat vulgar tank, but nevertheless, Ineko wanted to talk to her. Although he did have opposition from that sort of thing before, many hunters in training often thought him crazy. 

The lesson, although cut a little short, taught Ineko a couple of things he didn't know about Dust. Previously, all Ineko knew was that it was volatile, and a fuel, pretty much. Elemental properties were lost on him until today, and he looked forward to future lessons. Less so towards future conflict. Ineko, having previously mapped out the campus, walked right to the concrete building that the Survival class was taking place. He thought it was a pretty strange place to host a classroom. He stepped into the dirty building, it was more like an abandoned building than the classroom he was lead to believe. He climbed up a flight of stairs to follow the sound of guitar, and upon entering, a man, presumably Professor Vorosky, was playing the guitar. [b]"Come, come, sit." [/b]
Ineko did, albeit a somewhat slowly. This was not what he expected.