[center][h1][color=#2dbdfc][b][u]Lucifer Palaiologos[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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Lucifer watched Amy be escorted away by the Black Class, certain that he would never speak to her again, then listened quietly as Itsuko verbally chewed him out. He had an amazing poker face, as all throughout her chastising of him, he simply looked blank and emotionless.

In fact, when she stopped talking, he was so bold as to make a suggestion. [color=#2dbdfc]"Miss, Master Quix has done nothing wrong. I am the sole one at fault here."[/color]
There was no apology in his tone. He was simply stating a fact, the same way one might say "the sky is blue" or "the grass is green".

But when she turned her back, Lucifer looked up at the white-haired boy and muttered quietly, so only they would hear [color=#2dbdfc]"She proclaims herself world's strongest without proof, gives a vague and ineffective order that puts people at risk and provides minimal help to who need it, yet she has the gall to complain because we wish to help a young lady who has taken a tumble? [i]Arrogance![/i]"[/color]

It was not a tone of anger, at least not until he called her arrogant. And he wasn't angry. He was disappointed. Back home, things were very clear. You had an order and you had patterns. It wasn't 'run aimlessly around whilst I jerk my ego off in the corner and trash-talk those with less experience' it was 'You should do this to improve X skill. If you need help, look to your brothers for guidance.'
It built teamwork, encouraged cordial relations and it gave people a 'why' as well as a 'what' and 'how'. This was a strictly solitary task, and the teacher's attempts to control it came across as mollycoddling, patronising and an excuse for her to flex her power muscles. Never had Lucifer disliked a training exercise so simple, nor thought a mentor so useless.

He wasn't trying to impress anyone. He was here to improve. And so far the haphazard staff, the random testing and the carelessness of the students were pretty damning. And this place was supposed to be as good as the Fedayeen?

[color=#2dbdfc]"If I wanted to carry my weight in combat gear, I would have joined a PMC. I thought us assassins were meant to blend with the crowd?"[/color]

Zephyr seemed to try to cheer him up. Lucifer's morale was raised by his new friend's strange but rallying cry. For all of two seconds. Then Zephyr fell flat on his face.
[color=#2dbdfc]"Master Quix! Are you okay?"[/color] Luci yelped as he tried to help the boy to his feet, shooting a stern look at Itsuko as he did so.

When Zephyr recovered, he looked drained and unhappy. And why wouldn't he? Things were hardly going their way. And if someone as upbeat as Zephyr was in a bad mood, god only knew what some of the less confident assassins were feeling.

Lucifer started running in a very particular way - sprint three steps then jog two steps. It was a trick he had learned out in the field that allowed him to move quickly whilst conserving stamina. Even with the extra 66lbs of weight, he was still booking it around the course. He didn't stay by Zephyr, but moved independently.
 After three or four laps, he stopped running, walked off the track and dumped the stuff uncerimoniously in a heap before sitting down to watch the other runners and the fighting, beckoning Zephyr to join him. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

[i][color=#2dbdfc]You told me to run. Well, I ran. Now what?[/color][/i]

[@Jedly][@KoL]