[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/eK7TcyK.png[/img][hr][h3]Survival-ish...?[/h3][hr][/center]

Ashe, sitting in her corner of the Survival classroom, stared at the cupcake. It blankly stared back. A couple dips in the icing formed "eyes", with a gentle curve on the other side forming a smile. It was kinda creepy, and Ashe was pretty sure she was just imagining a face in it. So she did the only thing she could do and turned it around so it would stare at someone else instead. It didn't work, and now instead of a smiling cupcake staring at her, she had a smiling cupcake staring at her upside-down. Averting her gaze did nothing to solve the miniscule sense of unease of having a pair of eyes on her, and she was tempted to eat it just to make it stop. But that would be a potentially fatal mistake here in Survival Class.

[color=708090][i]Port threw Treezilla at me on my first day. There's no way in hell I'm trusting this teacher's cooking. I mean, it's [/i]survival[i] class. I wouldn't put it past them to try to poison us.[/i][/color]

The teacher, Estelle Nuit, looked like the innocent, cute, friendly, normal type: exactly the sort Ashe had trained herself to [i]not trust[/i]. And cupcakes made her all the more suspicious. Getting robbed by someone like that tends to change a girl forever, after all, even if it was only a few lien that Ashe had probably accidentally dropped somewhere. Or perhaps it'd been eaten by a vending machine. It was hard to remember, but damn it, Ashe was determined to hold on to her prejudices. At least for now. Port being an [i]absolute asshole[/i] hadn't done anything to help.

[color=6050dc]“We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don’t worry too much about that,”[/color] the teacher said.

Ashe thought about asking about the cupcakes. [color=708090][i]Who baked them? Are they safe? Can they get the taste of Grimm out of my mouth?[/i][/color]

But something unexpected happened. A person was talking to her. [color=00a651]"Pretty sure they're not poisoned. Super sweet though, if that's not your thing."[/color]

[color=708090]"I'll wait until we get our instructions from the teach-"[/color]

Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Her eyes shot towards him, revealing him to be huge and green.[color=708090] [i]Fuck![/i][/color]

[color=708090]"-er...?"[/color], she finished. [color=708090][i]Nope! No. This isn't happening. I reject it completely. I do [/i]not[i] know this person. At all. That skin color and build is just a really, really bad coinci... Oh gods, it's really him, isn't it? Just play it cool...[/i][/color]

Ashe's Semblance almost immediately kicked in, preventing any outward signs of shock and fear, though perhaps a tiny fraction of a second too late. [color=708090]"Yeah, I think I'll wait for the teacher to tell us what we're doing. You are...?"[/color]

[@Lucius Cypher]