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The repetitive whooping of a sleek [url=http://www.privatejetcharter.com/images/rent-helicopter/eurocopter-ec155.jpg]silver helicopter[/url] could be heard from the edges of the Academy as it neared. The chopper was unmarked and the windows were tinted, leaving its occupants a complete mystery to any onlookers. As it approached, the landing gears lowered and it set down gently on the stone walkway up to the school, three men in suits hopping out before it's main passenger made an appearance. A young girl stepped down from the helicopter, her eyes dark as night and her skin as pale as snow. It was her face however, that would attract the most attention. A mask, covering her nose and mouth, adorned with a rather large jaw bone. A rather odd looking coat hung from her shoulders, sleek and black, conforming to her slim body. She walked with a certain...caution to her, her movements were planned and meticulously executed, her knee high boots clicking gently on the stone.

An equally slim man flanked her as they approached the building, inserting a new Cyanothane cartridge into a slot embedded into her left wrist, to which she responded to with a quick gasp and a cough, before her breathing returned to normal. Then, he removed two syringes filled with clear solutions and proceeded to inject them into either side of her neck, to which she reacted to with nothing more than a slight wince. The man then took a large case from a guard and waved him off as they finally reached the building.

Inside, it was rather quiet. The muffled sound of many teenagers talking as if in a high school cafeteria was all that was heard. Maven stood motionless, the quiet and rhythmic hiss of her breather resonating through the halls. The man spoke up quietly to her, almost as if he was scared of her "I do hope someone is to come greet us my lady..."

Maven looked to him with her emotionless eyes before giving him a slight nod. She waited patiently for a good fifteen minutes, before finally taking the case from her partner, waving him off and walking into the school. The man remained placed at the door, as if glued to the ground. Maven wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he left her without a command to do so, even if she had waved him off. He knew that she would not dismiss him without giving him the nod. Maven was a rather cruel individual even by Prophet standards, though only as cruel as what was done to her. She walked alone down the hallways before entering Izumi's classroom, attracted by the voices of what seemed to be a teacher. She stood in the doorway silently, watching the occupants of the class.