[color=lightblue][h3][centre]Dr. Isaac Archer[/centre][/h3][/color]
Isaac sat in front of a small round table, his cup of coffee in his hand as he took a sip reminiscing about his first year teaching, which was only last year. He smiled to himself remembering how nervous he was last time, scared that the students would find him too old, scared that the other teachers would find his ways too old fashioned but mostly scared that he would not be a very good teacher. This year he was much more confident in himself from the success he had the previous year but in the back of his mind he was worried as his closed off and timid granddaughter would be arriving soon, not to mention the fact she didn't know he would be here.

Isaac's son and daughter-in-law had both attended the Herculean Academy many years ago and had planned on sending their daughter here too in the hopes that it would help. Isaac's son had many worries about his daughter as they did not know much about her; she did not even know much about herself. After they had rescued her, Isaac's son had told him they planned on keeping her away from "normal" people for a while and that her first time socialising with others her own age should be here, where the children were different too.

Isaac grimaced at the thought of his granddaughter attempting to make friends, she hardly spoke and as much as he hated to say it, with her being his family, she was a little strange...it was unsettling. He guessed that was why he was here, to help her grow and open up, if she was to be a hero she needed to free herself and be able to get out of her comfort zone. 

Feeling it was best not to confuse his granddaughter with his appearance at the Academy just after her waking up; Isaac sat in the quiet room alone with his coffee in a mug that had a picture of his face from back when he was in his prime. [i]The Interceptor[/i], he couldn't wait to see the look of those children's faces when they see him as their Physical Training teacher, he may be old, be he's still got it.

[colour=blueviolet][h3][centre]Aspen Archer[/centre][/h3][/colour]

First there was silence, then there was a yelp. Aspen's eyes shot open before immediately closing and them opening again and finally closing. Opening her eyes felt like an impossible task, they just wanted to stay closed, the light, wherever it was coming from was too bright. Aspen blinked fast and then blink hard very slowly, finally she could see the ceiling and it was shaking. Aspen soon realised she was on a moving vehicle, lying down on a seat that smelt like an antibacterial cleaning product, it had just been cleaned. She lay on the seat, still and quiet, soon Aspen heard the sound of movement but it was not mechanical.

There was another person in here, a person whose yelp must have woken up Aspen. Slowly she pushed herself up from the horizontal position and stared at the windows that showed nothing but darkness. Looking around she saw other young people nearby, most were asleep but one in particular was wide awake rubbing her forehead as she listen to music. Aspen listened carefully, she could hear a faint beat leaking from the headphones but she could not tell what song it was; not that she would know anyway.

Aspen sat up properly and straightened her skirt, smartening herself up. As she looked around she suddenly felt out of place, everyone was in informal casual wear but here she was in a school uniform her mother made her wear. She didn't mind, it looked smart and it just felt right. Aspen remembered her mother's panic when trying to find her a uniform, making her try on many different types of skirts and blazers, she had no say in the uniform but she didn't mind, her mother chose the right one.

Aspen sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap. She wasn't nervous but this new environment didn't make her feel at ease either.