[b]Harlow [/b]

Harlow grunted in annoyance as she readjusted the large bag that she was carrying. "This crap is so damn heavy." she muttered, glancing up towards the sky for a moment before focusing on the path before her. Her counselor at the academy had suggested that instead of creating so much weaponry, she actually practice with one of them and build up her combat skills. Now why would the counselor say such a thing? The rumors going around campus must've been true. Maybe the counselor was just trying to warn her for what was to come? Or maybe, [i]maybe[/i] the counselor was just sick of Harlow being cooped up in the carpentry room all of the time. After all, she [i]had[/i] been complained on quite a few times. But was it really that big of a deal to use the room at night while everyone was asleep? The brunette shrugged the thought away as she had finally arrived to one of the four training grounds of the academy. 

She noticed someone already on the grounds, a girl with long, dark hair. She watched silently, a black eyebrow raising in amusement as she watched her attack the dummy with swift kicks and her sword. A chuckle escaped her lips as she heard her speak.[i] We may be out numbered, and we may be bleeding but we are not out matched! There is a way forward, do not give up hope, stand your ground. Get up, on your feet! We shall not lose. We shall not fall! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever! There is a path to victory! I can see the way forward, we cannot lose! We WILL NOT lose! I can see the our destiny! Now, to VICTORY!"[/i]  Harlow dropped her bag to the ground and began to clap slowly, a grin on her face as she walked further onto the grounds. "You forgot to yell 'I......AM......SPARTAAAAA'." The sarcasm in her tone was apparent, despite being legitimately interested in this girl's combat skills. "You're pretty nice with a sword. I mean, to say that you're fighting a dummy." A smirk played across her lips as she eyed the girl's sword. 


[b]Layla[/b] 

Layla knew her way around the school like the back of her hand; after all, she spent literally every minute of her life here the past few years. Instead of going to her assigned dormitory, she had decided to stop by the academy's library first. It was her favorite place on campus, besides the lab. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she entered the massive library, the smell of the old books causing her eyelids to flutter. Maybe she liked the library [i]too[/i] much. After browsing around for about half a hour or so, she had decided on a book. She then made her way into a corner of the room and plopped down onto the floor, her back against the wall as she rested the book on her raised legs. She carefully opened the book and traced the words that were etched onto the fine paper, humming softly as she looked around, making sure the library was as abandoned as she thought it would be. Minutes later, she was engulfed in the book, barely even blinking as she read.