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Another four students were missing when Brent came back, but he discarded that fact just as quickly as he noted it. Irrelevant information. Not related to Aaron’s disappearance. Guard presence didn’t increase, and he hadn’t noted any sort of commotion at all. Similarly, Frederic didn’t show anything at all on his face, only a smile and the same enthusiasm that Brent couldn’t tell was genuine or fake. So the disappearances were for something else.

Lillianna, Christmas, Sophia, and some other person. Two of them had been the healers within the group. One was recon. Another was unknown. Support-type powers then? Special classes for them?

He didn’t have long to dwell upon the disappearances though, because the subject of electives came up, all the amethyst-eyed youth did was smile and spare a random line about lunch towards Emma, before turning to more important things. The dark-haired x-girl was no longer smiling. Something probably happened during lunch, and this time around, Brent wasn’t interested in digging into that.

Bringing out a pen and spinning it a few times in his hand, the brunette gave himself a minute to read the list over, before going with his gut instinct, listing things off by whatever caught his attention first.
[hider=Electives]Art/Photography 4
Creative Writing 7
Woodworking 2
P.E. 8
Film Study 6
Music Theory 3
Home Ec 1
Computer Science 5[/hider]
He wasn’t planning on stopping his early morning routines, after all, so really, he didn’t even need PE. Cooking was no doubt the most useful skill for him at the moment, so he could better monitor his nutrition and calorie intake. Woodworking just seemed like a more interesting skill than anything else prevalent, and perhaps it could be ‘upgraded’ into metalwork later on. And Music Theory? Well, that was a good chance to chill with Savannah, if nothing else, and Brent DID like music in general, if nothing else.

Everything else on the list though? With no real idea of where he stood on that particular spectrum, the arbiter just ranked them off at random.

With all that said and done, he settled for flicking out his smartphone once more, ready to look for some other task to entertain himself with during class, when Good Guy Fred dropped another information dump in the form of the first ‘game’ they would be playing in the afternoon.
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“Flag and Seek,”[/color] he murmured, before he reflexively smiled. They were sending flesh-and-blood humans up against others that could punch holes into people on accident or turn into dragons or headbutt massive walls with no consequence? Sounded like a hell lot of stupid, expecting them to also make this non-lethal.

Sounded like a hell lot of fun too.

A game of flag collection and support-hunting, where usage of powers was permitted as long as they weren’t going to be used fatally. His hand rested against the gun holstered against his hip. Won’t be using that then. His teammates made him curious as well, however. Emma, Savannah, Ernie, and Gregory, huh? So that long-blonde haired dude was Gregory, while he was stuck with a small child and an unstable psycho as his teammates, plus a random dude.

Still fun!

On the opposing team with be Sophia (annoying, she could probably avoid capture with her recon power), Zoe (stronk girl is stronk), Allison (a ninja that really just popped up out of nowhere like…once?), Hazel (who?), and Lawrence. That last name, the sole male of the Victorious Secret, gave Brent the most pause, as he was apparently the one individual with significant firearms training. If he actually did pack a gun to this fight…well, that was going to be problematic on multiple levels.

No one could dodge bullets, after all, and he still hadn’t forgotten about the brutal amounts of pain a single shot had caused him during orientation day. Brent touched his right shoulder once more, before nodding to himself.

Optimize speed, mobility, and, if Lawrence brought his little friend to the match, take him out first.

Turned out he didn’t need his smartphone after all. Brent spent the rest of his class daydreaming about scenarios, situations, and options.
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Brent was gone the moment classes ended, rushing off back to the dorms once more. If they were going first, he would have considered doing something like finding his teammates and discussing strategies during the break, but they were going afterwards, and he had to prioritize acquiring the tools he needed. Powering up the stairs once more and wondering if Alex was perpetually just stuck in that comfy seat in the lobby of Building A, the amethyst-eyed youth took off his shirt before he even entered his room, tossing it onto his bed before leaping out of his pants.

Sweatpants. Body armor over a naked top. Leather gloves, fingerless. His brand new machete. Rollerblades, for mobility. What else?

Brent clicked his tongue. Maybe he should have asked for infrared instead of night vision. And a tazer as well. He didn’t like his lack of long-ranged options, after all, not if he had to choose between what was basically a toy and a handcannon…but a nerf gun wasn’t ever going to get a function that, say, ‘caused pain’. So the Desert Eagle remained where it was. If things got ‘desperate’, he’ll pull it out, but Brent didn’t expect to.

It was just a game. He should be fine with just this.

Looking like another outlandish psychopath (perhaps a murderous roller derby player), he sidestepped his way down the stairs…and then went up. Down up down up, he spent a good fifteen minutes of his break just practicing the whole staircasing thing, greeting dorm buds on the way, working up a good sweat.

He would have liked more time to practice, more time to attain more skills, more time for everything, but on the other hand?

[color=B0C4DE]“Just a game.”[/color]
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If nothing else, he wasn’t the only person dressed up strangely. Zoe, after all, seemed to have opted to wear the least amount of clothing possible, and Brent grinned at that. Contact-based power then? Set her skin on fire and all that? Fun stuff, probably.

Free snacks were equally nice, but he refrained for the time being, taking a small carton of apple juice instead. It’d be terrible if he somehow got stomach cramps during the upcoming Flag and Seek, wouldn’t it?

The smile faded, as he recalled a less than pleasant experience.

Yeah it totally would.

But it was just a game.

So he didn't need to take it so seriously, right?

[color=B0C4DE]"Right."[/color]