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[b]Tuesday, 4th Period (Armory)[/b]
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A melodious chorus as rich as any symphony entered the Armory classroom before it's mistro did. It was a bright and cheerful tune that improved the mood of any listener keen to it's rising and falling tones. Yet every so often the mood would shift. It's high timbre would go keen and it's cheerful tune would suddenly turn dark, only to pick it's jolly melody back up again a few beats later. It's ever changing and evolving air kept it's listeners engaged, even if it's mistro was not.

Geni entered the classroom behind his song. Either oblivious to it's sound or uncaring of it's mixed effects on others. He was much more concerned about his first day's performance. After day one's blunder two weeks ago, he was in no position to make any sort of mistake again. He was expected to be on his best behavior. Which to him meant sitting still and straight, and shutting up for however long the class took. Unfortunately, that was a feat only a god could perform in his eyes and he wasn't that just yet.

It was in these musings that Geni often started whistling. Unknowingly often or not. His brain would take off with a tune and run with it until he once again reassumed his self-awareness. Yet even as Geni took his seat at the front of the class, his song ran unabated. His thoughts still ran unchecked; most of which were still apprehensions pertaining to his required behavior. After all, it had been in this very classroom that he sealed his fate only two weeks prior.

He could still remember the contempt soaked words of Ivan:

[indent][indent][i]"The White Fang are murderers and terrorists who make their points through horrific acts of violence and crime. They spill the blood of the ones unstained by the war of extermination with those filthy creatures and bring only more hatred into a world that's not lacking in horrors. The White Fang drag up the terror and hatred and pain and crippling despair that feed the Grimm, and expect only the best from their horrifying actions-"[/i][/indent][/indent]

Geni's melody took on a darker tone. As did his mood. Weren't faunas justified in their actions? If Ivan experienced a day of what the Faunas did a lifetime, maybe his mind would have been made over.

[indent][indent][i]"You think that suddenly feeling that you want to turn a new leaf erases those things? All that innocent blood you've spilled in your quest to set things right just suddenly evaporates?-"[/i][/indent][/indent]

Yet, Geni couldn't completely fault his reasoning. His words were no less the truth. He himself felt the pain of his own actions. So much so that he wasn't sure where his morality lay at this point. 

[indent][indent][i]"How dare you expect forgivess! You expect nothing to come of what you've done because you simply feel like it's over!? It's never over, you goddamn coward!!-"[/i][/indent][/indent]

Geni finished his song abruptly. [color=Gainsboro]"I never asked for forgiveness."[/color] he whispered.

He let out of solemn, silent sigh, and surrendered himself to his daydreams.