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[h3][color=548b54]Dulga Tarata[/color][/h3][/center]

Dulga woke up at six o’clock sharp, without an alarm even. That was just how early she had to wake up at home. It wasn’t always just hunting and taking care of her guns, she needed to wake up and start the fire, find food, check the gardens. Even if she doesn’t do that anymore it was still a habit of hers, and she has found other things to do in that time. Like take long baths. Water was something that Dulga’s family conserved as much as possible back at home, and she had no problems take advantage of Komei’s near infinite supply. She enjoyed a private soak and took in the scents, and it was one of the few times Dulga was ever without a mask or cloak. 

After bathing Dulga got dressed. Nothing fancy: she wore her uniform with pants and boots. While most girls were assigned skirts, Dulga had to have her clothes specially tailored to accommodate her quirk. She also asked for pants simply because that’s what she preferred. Dulga’s boots were tough and military quality; she could hammer a metal stake into the ground with them and she has before. Finally of course her mask and cloak. The cleaned the mask with a microfiber cloth, making sure to remove any residue of sweat and dirt. Her mask helped control and mask her breathing, and filter out unpleasant scents. Not to mention hiding her scars, which went to her left cheek. What covered the rest, including Dulga’s arms, was her cloak. Dulga washed her mother’s cloth every few days or after a particularly messy incident, and often by hand. She wouldn’t trust a machine to take care of it.

For breakfast Dulga had eggs on toast with some milk. While there was probably more available Dulga had simply tastes. She didn’t even add any salt or pepper. Once breakfast was done it was still seven in the morning. She had an hour before it was time for class. So she returned to her dorm and retrieved one of her gun cases. She had finished her room after dinner, which mostly consisted of putting her clothes and guns away. Now her weapons were stored inside a heavy metal and ceramic locker, and her gun cases neatly tucked underneath her bed. Dulga took one gun case with her this time, the same one as yesterday. She packed her rifles, took some ammo, and headed to the range to do some shooting. Once it was seven forty-five, Dulga went to class.

By the time Dulga arrived many others have already shown up. She also noticed the names on the board and guessed that they were going to be split up into teams. She wondered what it’d be about, though if yesterday’s lesson was any indication, they’ll probably do some sort of combat exam. With so many teams perhaps they’ll be split up into “Hero” and “Villain” teams and made to fulfill some objectives. Or maybe it was just going to be a team deathmatch like it was yesterday, but with smaller groups instead of half the class. Either would be okay with Dulga. She came prepared, her large black case in her hands along with her school bag. She took her seat, plugged in her earphones, and listened to music until class would begin.