[center][h1][color=red]Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined[/color][/h1]

[h2]Prelude[/h2]

[h3](Open to all Mephisto Students)[/h3]

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Celestine rocked his neck back and forth, stretching into the open view that the rooftop of St Lucifer's High School offered. Having recovered from the fight of last week, he meditated thoughtfully as he let the draft ruffle his second set of female Mephisto's school uniform, alongside with a bronze, instead of ceramic mask this time, picturing a classical face. Of course the heavy duty boots and leather gloves had also became a significant staple of his current outfit, seeking to enhance the mystery of his Fallen One persona and identity. But that would not be enough for the old wiley's plans. Mephisto himself was up to something big the tournament... but the team that he and Clara could make... seemed quite pitiful. Full of dregs and maladapted people.

No sense of a team, more like a herd of cats in heat. Teamwork was only done to beat whomever made an enemy of two people at once and that was it. Something needed to be changed. Thankfully, he wasn't alone in this endeavour. That devil of a Man had gathered also teachers and not only students... and this particular teacher had gravitated towards him. Well, more like she was adopting him as his boytoy, just like the olden days at St Laurel she used to keep him as his surrogate younger sibling. Except that now, the relationship had changed significantly.

Perks of being of legal age, he supposed. He eyed her, in her gymnastic attire. The [url=https://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2342730]body[/url] of a sculpted war goddess, with taut flesh and strong muscles that had just enough to give her tremendous power, but not enough to make her sluggish. She flexed and stretched, her body moving in interesting ways underneath her P.E. teacher clothes, as she grabbed the scabbard of a blade.

"Well, cutie, I guess we're about to start?" She teased, grinning widely like a child with more bags of candy that she could it. 

"Yeah, miss Maskono." Celestine sighed, and picked up a leaflet stack that was by his feet, and without second thought, tossed it over the roof, the thousand sheets of paper scattering in every direction throughout the courtyard. They had also taken care of stapling notices over.

[i]Tired of being the underdog?
Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined 
Lessons for training being offered.
See Miss Maskono, P.E. for details.[/i]

The leaflets also included a rather flattering hand drawn portrait of said teacher (no doubt sketched by Lightbringer himself), and a small map of the school, indicating the gym.


"Well, that seems to be it. Now to wait until they take the bait." Celestine added, shrugging.

"Weeell, regarding that..." The teacher known as Red Rain tilted her head, her grin still wide, as she tossed the sword still in its scabbard to the hands of the Fallen One. "How about a little appetizer?" Celestine blanched, as he gripped the weapon. No that wasn't in the plan, not in the plan at all! He added, bracing for impact.

"Exhibition match, go!" She grinned as she pounced on him like a pantheress, and kicking him out of the roof, while the Fallen One merely had time to parry the blow. 

"WAAAAH!" He screamed in a rather girly voice, as he twisted midair like a cat, and making use of very skillful gymnastics, managed to soften the landing from falling from the roof with very skillfull spinning around a flagpole. [i]I don't know half of the time if she's playing or trying to kill me. Well I suppose that's the spice I like in my life.[/i] He added, before drawing his weapon in anticipation of the teacher's landing.

And boy did she land in a spectacular fashion. How many people would nail a three point landing from a roof? not that many. "Let's train, transfer student!" She grinned, as she drew another sword as well. Both combatants looked at eachother in the improvised fighting ring. Their movements became blurs as sparks flew...