[@Ploxerdon] [@KoL]

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Maven stood in the doorway quietly, watching the interaction between the occupants with curiousity as Sergei approached from behind her. She seemed absorbed by the conversation. Maven seemed startled at Sergei’s rather rough touch and was stunned at first, only a small click resonating through the small alcove they were in.

Kaede approached. "No....not yet Maven...patience." she thought, waiting for the monitor to finish her little speech before watching her walk off around the corner. The footsteps slowly became quieter and quieter...

Then with an incredible speed, Maven launched herself back at him before sidestepping and appearing behind him somehow. The cold steel barrel of her FNX-45 could be felt on Sergei’s back as Maven went to put him in an armbar, pushing him into the wall. 

Then, all was silent except for the rapid and heavy hissing of Maven’s breather. It sounded strained and weak at the same time, her grasp on his arm weakening by the second. 

She quickly released him and shoved him with the intent to put him on the ground before ejecting yet another Cyanothane cartridge from her wrist and fumbling for a new one, gasping at the lack of the gas. In normal circumstances those cartridges should've lasted 48 hours, under exertion however they were depleted very rapidly as the gas exchange of Cyanothane was horribly inefficient compared to Oxygen. Maven looked panicked as she struggled to insert a new cartridge into the slot embedded in her wrist and fell to her knees, looking weaker every minute she was deprived of her life source.

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[@Shikaru] [@Unfortunately]

Safira nodded to Nuo as Kaede approached. She seemed to lecture Nuo on skipping classes but Safira didn’t seem to care either way. This was a school full of potential criminals, it was entertaining to see that one was still chastised for not going to class. Safira looked to Nuo and Natalie, grabbing her things and beginning to walk off towards the cafeteria “I don’t know about you two, but I’m absolutely starving.”

Upon arrival at the cafeteria, Safira already felt crowded. She looked around at the mass of students-- well… assassins, future assassins. Whatever. She shook her head and dumped her stuff at a table before proceeding towards the food counter, following her growling stomach.

After obtaining a sandwich and a carton of milk she returned to her claimed spot and began to chow down, putting her new found friends out of her mind, food always trumped friends. Besides, could she really trust anyone in here knowing that each and every one of them had probably killed someone in the past?