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Picture broken by; Kazuto Akechi[/center]

[@liferusher][@Blu][@Duoya][@GodOfWar]

Lorken nodded to Gankona and Karada as they promptly showed they were capable of rising on time, and taking care of personal hygiene, though he continued to refuse speaking back. Or showingnany warmth at all for that matter. His posture was some sort of mesh between educator and tense wildebeest coiled back to pounce. 
The crimson orbs of his eyes roamed all the students that made the roll call in a timely manner. The harpoon boy and Yuri were absent. 
They wouls receive far worse punishments.

Tardyness was inexcusable.

When the last two finally made their way out and into the lineup Lorkens pouncing stare had turned into a killing scowl at the sight of Rikka. A part of him wanted to tear the mismatched and wrinkled clothing off and make her change into a PROPER uniform.
He very well would have if it was one od the men but Rikka was the sole female left of the group. There weren't any spare clothes for her size.

[color=ed1c24]"Rikka! Fix your attire. The rest of you, listen up."[/color]

Lorkens right hook was softer than the day before but much faster, taking Kazuto in the stomach by surprise. 

[color=ed1c24]"Thats for my property you broke and tried to hide. Next time it happens and im not told, your punishment will be much more severe."[/color] Every word dripped with venom.

[color=ed1c24]"Karada and Gankona. The mess in my [I]fucking kitchen[/I]. Nobody bothered to pick up after themselves before retiring, leaving the scene without any effort on your parts to right the wrong. Congratulations on becoming the new house janitors." [/color]

Lorken walked over to a nearby supply closet and pulled out a couple of brooms, a mop, and a very old bucket. All of which were tossed more at the pair than at the ground.

[color=ed1c24]"You want to disrespect your roles as heroes thats fine. But I'll be long dead and buried before I let half-idiots like the two of you ruin my sanctuary."[/color] More venom. Far more. If he was upset about the picture, it was tripled in that moment. 

Dusting off his simple vest, he cleared his throat and began again in a neutral instructors tone.

[color=ed1c24]"Gankona and Karada, you will be cleaning up the broken wood and blood from yesterdays initiation. Don't expect any help or any food until the job is done right. Kazuto, for spraying a classmate with bug spray you are going to assist them. I expect the walls of my gymnasium to sparkle, and the back lawn to be cut. Push mower is in the back shed. As for Rikka,"[/color] Lorken had a hunch she had fed in the middle of the night. Mosquitoes often did. [color=ed1c24]"You will be dealing with every mirror and window on the property. I expect this all done before the practical combat trainimg this afternoon. Dismissed."[/color]

None of these taska were easy. Not in the usual sense. They were boring, tedious, mindless busywork. The fact that Gankona and Karada still had bad injuries meant they would be sluggish and sore. But if they slacked off they would never finish.
Being a hero meant seeing the job done no matter how bad you hurt. It meant endless patrols, alarms, and destruction. Some heroes were pros at rescue or cleanups. They would move cement blocks day and night until every last soul was found.
Did this group possess that kind of motivation. The required drive. Lorken aimed to find out..