[i]As usual for the weekday, Clark was at school and attending class like a student should be rather than doing something “interesting” with his time. He wasn’t exactly the ideal student, fiddling around with apps on his tablet almost as much as he used it for notes by the window side. but generally the teachers took what they could get from the Aspects. He did wonder where the Academy had found such teachers though. Some of them looked and acted more like mercenaries than civilians, including the one currently teaching his class. [url=http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1332377?tags=leona_heidern]Miss. Heid[/url], science department, good at teaching and getting points across, doesn’t really try to connect with students, carries herself like a combatant at times. That was about all Clark could really tell about her, and though he was curious about the staff that taught at the school he never really tried to pry further. He couldn’t imagine them simply being “regular” teachers, not if they had been posted to an island to watch over and educated children with the power of myths, but it was for that reason he also never tried to dig deeper.

The lunch bell rang just then, its shrill ringing no doubt waking any students that had fell asleep and bringing an end to the first half of the school day. The teacher wished the class a good lunch as usual before leaving the room and the students to their own devices, to which Clark sighed. He didn’t really dislike any of the teachers at the Academy, but he couldn’t help but be suspicious of authority figures on the island. Pushing those conspiracy theory worthy thoughts away for now, he focused on the present. While some hung back in the classroom to chat and socialize, Clark followed a sizable group of his classmates down to the cafeteria. Coming down from the fourth floor, talk was basically about whatever topic was brought up and he joined in with whatever rumors or information he had come across. The biggest talked about topic was the Duel that had happened between members of the cabals of Xerxes and Vlad recently. Apparently it’d been big enough that a member of the Knights of the Round had stepped in to interfere. Clark couldn’t say if the gossip was truth or not, but it was interesting to hear about at the least.

When the group reached the cafeteria though, it mostly dispersed as students fell away to meet with friends in other grades or to grab their food. Given the cafeteria provided a wide selection, even if the one portion rule made deciding exactly what to have somewhat difficult at times, it was rare that he and his classmates would stick together once inside. He didn’t particularly mind what he ate as long as it wasn’t disgusting, and so Clark always chose whichever line was the shortest. Today it just happened to be the sandwich and soup line, and he found himself falling in step with a familiar face as he approached the station.[/i]

 “Hey, Keepa.”