[@13org] & [@dragonmancer] & [@ViannaNight] & [@KatherinWinter][hr][center][u][b][color=a0410d]Cabal Attends Classes With Classmates (01)[/color][/b][/u][/center]
Cabals gaze hardened as he watched white-haired girl go, unperturbed by his sudden show of deadliness. He smelled the knife on her before she had taken it out; in fact, he had seen her draw it before. As such, it was no longer a surprise, or a threat.

[color=a0410d][i]Fool girl,[/i][/color] he thought. In trying to establish her position as predator, she'd inadvertently confirmed her position as prey -- at least, she was prey as far as the ash-boy was.

In fact, it was worse than that. She was not just prey, she was prey that thought it could play predator against those higher in food-chain. The Ash-Boy was power. He could feel it through his skin. Wild, untamed, juvenile power just waiting to be unleashed. On the other hand, the White-Hare was limited to her smaller existence. Yes, she had tools and perhaps wit to help her surmount what would have previously been impossible for her, but conversely, the existence of those tools was proof of her own weakness. A crutch for the weak to give them some semblance of strength.

And there were just powers that could not be surmounted with mere crutches.

Shaking his head, he looked for his own seat, ending up behind the Fox-Girl and looked on as she gave her own mockery of an apology to the Ash-Boy. He nearly spat in disgust. Delusion, he could forgive, but this was now arrogance. An insult veiled by the thin lie of apologizing! It was one thing if he simply wanted to apologize, but she not only acted childish, but she acted like she was somehow the right thing. 

[color=a0410d]"Why even bother with an apology if you're aware it isn't decent? Might has well not have bothered."[/color] he hissed loudly, repulsed by the false display of courtesy. [color=a0410d]"I wasn't aware that backhanded insults counted as making amends these days. In fact, an insult would've been better; it's less pretensions."[/color]

He said that loud enough to be heard by the both of them, and anyone else nearby. He could care less about the Ash-boy's pride -- let it be ground to dust for all he cared. What he couldn't stand people were who acted like this. Liars he could stand, swindlers he could tolerate, but fakers? No, not if they deigned to act in front of him. He would put him on the spot if it meant exposing this stupidity.[hr]
[b][u][center][color=6ecff6]Suba Attends Classes With Classmates (01)[/color][/center][/u][/b]
Suba followed Jackal back to the class, silently fretting over him. He might've just been acting okay, but she couldn't be sure! She new some warriors that aggravated their wounds simply because they were too stubborn to get them treated. With what she'd seen of his personality, it wouldn't surprise her in the least if that was the case. 

She ended up sitting nearby him, close to entrance (or was it exit?) of the class. Either way there was certainly a lot of kids here! And so varied too. Back home, while none of them really looked "alike" they all had the same "feel" about them that came with growing up in the same community. Here, everyone felt so different, so [i]foreign[/i]. 

She was about to approach Jackal once more when he got into a discussion with two other people, a girl and boy. 

A voice cut through the din just as the other boy left.

[color=a0410d]"Why even bother with an apology if you're aware it isn't decent? Might has well not have bothered.I wasn't aware that backhanded insults counted as making amends these days. In fact, an insult would've been better; it's less pretensions."[/color]

Uh-oh. Was that . . . a what exactly? It didn't sound like an insult, but it certainly didn't sound friendly either. What happened? She got the feeling that the black-haired boy was really annoyed with . . . the white haired girly-boy there. Wow, that was a really feminine guy. She almost mistook him for a girl at first glance.