[h1][center][color=DeepSkyBlue]Thora[/color][/center][/h1]
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Academy Grounds, Underground [/center]

It was not that unusual that nobody had noticed Thora's presence in the last three months. She was, all in all, quite the unremarkable girl, if it weren't for her toolbox mounted on her hips. 
Today, however, she was also carrying an oddly gun shaped contraption on her back as she descended into the tunnels underneath the academy.

Of course she knew that, if her abilities were to be tested and graded, she would probably fail. But according to her mother's wish, her grades did not matter, not much at least. Getting kicked out of school was not necessarily what her parents sent her here for.

She rolled her eyes as she strode further into the deepness, shaking her head to get her thoughts to stop wandering about. Thora needed to focus. The last test of her gun went fairly well, but there were several kinks that she still needed to work on, especially when it came to focusing the beam. 

Even as more and more people came into sight, Thora did not pay them any heed, she was only focused on her water gun, which she was now closely inspecting the muzzle of. 
The patterns with which the stream erupted from said muzzle was too erratic for her. It would work, sure, but it was not efficient enough. In all honesty, it could not be efficient enough. Only when the stream would come out with exactly 0° deviation would she be really be satisfied, which she knew, was pretty much impossible. Nevertheless, she would try her best to achieve as little wobble as possible.

Arriving at the central chamber, Thora leaned against a wall and mustered the cave extensively. Whatever ability tests they were going to pull here, this complex would do, she hoped. 
The only thing she could now reliably do with what she had on hand was target practice... though, if pressed, she could probably also construct something to help her in some way with whatever chicanery the teachers had come up with.

Usually, in class, nobody cared about her and she didn't either. She reckoned, that everybody had probably already forgotten that she ever existed, not that her seat in the back of the class helped her with that feat in any sort of way. On the contrary, her being as tiny as she was, and in class often occupied with other things, probably not even the teachers really noticed her, which could be a good thing... or a bad thing... Not that she really cared about that either.

She looked over her rather clunky and crude looking gun one more time, before she found herself a nice tall stone slab to sit on and stare at all the others from her raised platform.
That she hasn't made contact with a lot of her classmates, she sometimes does regret... sometimes. Yes, sometimes. Only sometimes.