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Intense. Intensely [i]grouchy[/i].

That was the first, immediate impression he got from the Atlesian super-man, double-oh-eight from the north himself, the ‘Young Devil’ of Atlas Academy [i]himself[/i], if the rumor mill was to be believed. He looked about as prickly as a porcupine, and judging by the chest holsters his quills’d be a lot harder to get out. Atlesian weapons, for sure. Between that and the Gold Stripes jacket… Atlesians were pretty stuffy, but they knew their guns. Ben was pretty sure he’d give a whole lot to get to tinker with one of those for an hour or two. He’d heard all about the Gold Stripes from his grandfather. The elite of Atlas’ students. Cream of the crop. 

Not something he’d ever get to aspire to. Vale didn’t have anything like it. But God, he wanted to find out how he measured up.

Gramps’d be proud as hell if he could beat a Gold Stripe, and all his old vet buddies’d know it. From both sides. There’d be something worth bragging about. 

[color=00aeef]”Piper, right?”[/color] He asked, grinning in the Atlesian’s direction. [color=00aeef]”Schwarz told me a little about you. Ben Lloyd. Good to meet you.”[/color]

He might’ve said more, but their professor arrived.

Or, rather, their [i]new[/i] professor.

[color=00aeef]”Never seen him in my life, Luke. And I’m not going anywhere near that bet Desire. Lauren’s doing her best to clean me out already.”[/color] The Redwood boy leaned Joyous Guard against the bleachers and draped his blazer over it, rolling his shoulders to work some of the fatigue from Grimm Studies out of ‘em.

[color=00aeef]”All I really wanna know is who’s gonna be shirts and who’s gonna be skins.”[/color] A wide grin, flashed in the group’s direction. [color=00aeef]”What do you think, Luke?”[/color]