Sam decided to have a look at his classmates who had arrived. Two of them seemed normal, a girl with blonde hair and a look of arrogance plastered on her face... though that might be just what she normally looked like. As his perception was warped, mostly by lacking any organs, he tended to see details in a non-chronological order. Thinking about it hurt his head, or at least his mind, as trying to even understand his powers required a degree in quantum mechanics. The other normie, at least in looks, was a red-head dude who towered over his physical height. Not for the first time, he was kind of glad having a massless body meant he could float. It's hard not to get nervous when having to look up to talk to a person.

After this were the stranger students. The first was a man with a gasmask on his face. Nothing too unordinary, save for the aura of death around him. That might be unscientific, but the man had screaming faces around him of those he has or may hurt. It's clear it ways heavily about him. Then there was the Seraphrim, a six winged angel who according to legend were embroiled in fire and acted as the mouths of god. He really hoped he wasn't hallucinating the guy, like that time in third grade when he saw a shinigami at his uncle's hospital... Sam shuddered at the thought.

The last person... the last person was a star. She was robed in light from her fluffy hair to the bottom of her jumpsuit. Okay, he was definitely hallucinating a goddess and her servant. This place was probably once the site of a temple and he was seeing a residual memory from that time, out of sync with the rest of the world. Floating over to her, he decided to ask the question, if only to prove she wasn't there.

"[Color=lightblue]Okay, which goddess are you? Shinto has too many, but I'm going to guess Amaterasu. What are you doing in a dump like this?[/color]" he asked, not really expecting an answer.

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