[u][b]Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class[/b][/u]

As the bell sounded, Shiro huffed in disappointment. He was hoping to have had time to learn more or at least make a few adjustments to his weapons. But alas, what could have been done? The drama from earlier had interrupted class and sapped too much time. Sighing to himself, he quickly pieced together his weapons and returned them to their 'Ready' state. Sheathing his sword and slinging the combined armaments onto his back, his Scroll vibrated. Blinking, he removed his Scroll as he headed out of the class room and his mood visibly improved seeing that Ms. Sabella had responded to his text. Quickly reading it, he raised a brow and made a face. Her response was a bit odd, but smile returning, he responded.

[i]To: Sabella, Mokuren
From: Kuhaku, Shiro
Subject: Ostrich? O.o

"Aww, shucks. You can just call me Shiro, we're all friends here. No need for formalities, if you don't mind me just calling you Mokuren that is. What did you mean by 'someone like myself'? I'm no one special xD Do I seem interesting? I don't think so. You seem more interesting than lil' ol me."[/i]

Sending the message, he pocketed his scroll and jogged off to his next class. Practice, if he remembered correctly. From what the class sounded like, it seemed like it would be easy. After all, how difficult could 'Practice' be? He imagined it to just being a class where he could play around and maybe work on his sword swings with some light sparring matches with the other students.

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He was dead wrong. Standing there, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face, he second-guessed his decision to sign up for this class. It was a lot more serious than he thought. As the Professor and her aide introduced themselves and explained how the class would be working for the rest of the year, it was nothing like how he imagined. Upon hearing the rules of the class, he carefully removed his weapon from his back and unsheathed his sword. Grabbing the slide/spine of the blade, he racked it back a few times to make sure the chamber was emptied. Immediately, Ms. Vanhomrigh's eyes snapped to him and shot him a death glare as he cleared his weapon. Swallowing dryly, he sheathed his sword after checking it. Setting his weapons against the nearest table, he decided it would be best that he keep his hands off of his equipment. You know, for his own health's sake. Returning to where the students were congregated, he quietly awaited further instruction. Best not to do something he wasn't supposed to do, when he wasn't supposed to do it. Though he was faunus, he was sure the two women could easily snap him in half.

[u][b]Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class[/b][/u]

A vein pulsating in her temple, visible underneath the brim of her cover, she ground her teeth audibly. She did not approve of how some of these students dressed themselves. What was with the younger generation and their odd choice of attire nowadays? Lowering her head, she adjusted her cover once more. Not satisfied unless it sat perfectly aligned on her head, though it didn't need adjusting. Looking over to Mr. Goldstein, she snapped at him.

[B]"Mr. Goldstein! Return the rifle to the weapon rack! You'll be doing the obstacle course first, firing range second. Or are you already so lacking in the attention span department?"[/b] Her voice boomed.

Sighing, already done with most of them, she turned to the rest of the students. Removing her Scroll and expanding it, after a few quick swipes and taps, she sent a [hider=video file][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLhsZy9cqUE[/url][/hider] to the students. After sending the file, she collapsed and pocketed her Scroll.

[b]"Ms. Russet, I suggest you get moving and change into appropriate clothing. As for the rest of you, review that video to get a basic understanding of what you'll be doing at the O-course. Once done, get your fucking asses over to the start of the course and get into lines of two. Since you are all just starting out, we'll give you a maximum of 5 minutes to complete. If your weak little bodies can't complete it in the time given, you'll run it again until you do. If you consistently fail, you will run it until we're satisfied. Just know that I'll only be satisfied when you either pass out, or throw up your lunches. Later on in the year, you will run the course with the added weight of your weapons and the time windows will get smaller. NOW GET A FUCKING MOVE ON AND QUIT FUCKING DILLY-DALLYING, YOU LITTLE SHITS. COME ON, LET'S GO!"[/b]

She clapped her hands a few times at them, to stir them awake and get them moving. If only they knew she was holding back some, otherwise it would be a flying table to get them going.

Her hawk-like eyes saw Priscilla weaseling her way into the class. These children were testing her patience, she was sure of it.
[B]"Ms. Montgomery, how nice of you to join us! Care to spew out an excuse as to why you were late on your first day of class!"[/b]
She pointed a stern finger at Ms. Russet.
[b]"Your classmate there has a valid reason, so what's yours! What were you doing, sucking the face of your boyfriend? Get to the front of the line, you're going up first on our obstacle course!"[/b]