[center][b]Mimic[/b][/center]

Mimic stood at the centre front of the classroom and watched as students settled down into their seats, an obvious phenomenon of social circle formation with the visible scattering of people. Over the years in the Academy, Mimic taught classes and observed these circles become a stronger bond which ultimately became an alliance, birthing a dynamic and powerful band of superpowered beings. However, he has also seen many groups break down in intolerance and distrust, and a lot of it has to be with an eclectic mindset of choosing the right people that you work best with and the people you desired in having. This is why Power Development class was basically an audition for potential leaders in organizing their teams and training together as allies. Mimic enjoyed the process, but sometimes the outcome was not as desirable when memory came to serve him.

He already had eyes on some of the power players and potential leaders that he had tested, but hoped to see more out of them by the end of the semester. It was a grading system in his mind and accessed based on an amalgamation of comments from all of the lecturers here. The academy will decide if they’ve been trained to what they’ve aspired to. But now, it was still day two, and there was still fresh meat to grind and pulverize. 

“Katherin, you’re up,” he spoke as he walked into the battle simulation room. 

"Again," he stopped halfway out the door and turned to the class, "feel free to watch your classmate and I duke it out," he switched on the TV, and entered the fight room.