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[h3][color=00a651]Survival Class
Mucking About in Survival Class[/color][/h3][/center] 

Armory Class went by quickly. After Sapphire had come in to inform him and Oswald of her leave, Gren just sort of went into autopilot mode. It was sort of a final nail into the coffin; his team was truly gone now. Surely the administration would assign him a new one but… He was alone. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it so the best bet was to just let himself be lost in his work. He finished his project for Oswald, only needing that barrier generator comparable to the coliseum. Gren’s essay was lengthy and technical but also filled with needless fluff and jargon just to pad out the length and make it seem more impressive. The only real details anyone could discern from it, once they remove the useless bits of information, was that Gren worked on a sword for Oswald. No further information was given beyond that.

The next class he had was Survival. It was both practical and entertaining, a sort of quasi camping except with real dangers. Gren had to remember that no matter how pleasant it may seem, things could always take a turn for the worse. Grimm could attack, a natural disaster may strike, or the teachers may even assign them a lengthy essay to write instead of doing all of the fun stuff. He had to be on his toes and ready for any situation. And the most dangerous of them… [i]Free Cupcakes[/i]. Gren took a seat and noticed the cupcake just sitting in front of him. In front of everyone really. If Gren had to guess it was for them, but perhaps there was a test? See if this was poisoned? Perhaps a metaphorical one, like not accepting gifts that look too good? Or maybe the teacher just wanted to treat them to snacks?

Either way Gren took the cupcake and ate it. He was a robot, he’ll be fine. And it turned out to be a damn good cupcake. [color=00a651]”I should have probably scanned it to see how it was made. This is delicious.”[/color] He said quietly to himself. Gren then just watched with mild amusement at how the others reacted to the cupcakes. Most with apathy, some with paranoia, and some with heated passion to answer the paranoia. It made the green faunas chuckle. The end result was largely the same; everyone ate a cupcake. He wondered if they were expected to make their own cupcakes in the wild. Certainly a more difficult task than say, surviving a week against a horde of grimm. Sugar wasn’t exactly something you could just find in a forest, as far as Gren knew.