[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WTurGol.png[/img][/center][color=#2f7a9f][center]Venture Academy - School Grounds[/center][center]Interactions - [@Bea][/center][/color]

There were many scenes at Venture Academy which could very well have been appropriated from any public school in America. Once class reached its long anticipated end, students leaked through the door like water in a sinking ship. One would be able to note the younger students initially pouring out, followed by their older peers. It was a pursuit of freedom and summer air, the thought of professionally made food strong enough to linger with a scent ever so suductive. 

With several options at their disposal, each putting mundane establishments to shame, students were, without a doubt, spoiled. Though most had been whisked from a lower class, and others from poverty, one would quickly grow to enjoy the extravagant nature of Venture Academy. 

Menus with meals spanning the globe, several restaurants were erected to offer what felt most familiar to the multicultural nature of Venture. It could very well be a learning experience, a lesson in itself. Neoh, for one, had no knowledge of cuisine, before Venture welcomed him into its embrace. Beef filet wellington, boiled lobster, risotto, all meals the boy had never been in close proximity of, and some he had never heard of. A new world had opened up for him, indeed.

Despite this, Neoh felt most at home with a more common option. Burgers and fries went a long way, for the young hero. Hailing from a humble background of orphan strife, Neoh and Miles were not typically versed in the finer parts of what Venture presented. [color=#2f7a9f]"Wouldn't mind lunch. Then we can go and check The Board."[/color] Missions, what every moment at Venture prepared the students for.

Neoh had participated in countless missions in the past two years, his track record showing active participation. In fact, the Nova Brothers were incredibly popular among children and younger teenagers. The shield and the spear, Venture's twins brought in as orphans, turned warriors.

A preferred mission would involve combat, a lot of combat. Neoh grew quite bored on more withdrawn assignments, where conflict was preferably avoided. Unlike his brother, the blue twin relished in violence. The adrenaline, the anger and the blazing inferno, it was akin to getting a fix. As if a drug. Where Miles avoided extreme violence, Neoh leaped into the cackling flame. Was it an internal struggle? Unresolved issues, perhaps? Or, was the boy simply aggressively inclined? 

They had clashed heads before, because of this, Neoh and Miles. One of the brothers cherished life, while the other lived for the thrill. One attempted to keep their opponents from severe harm, while the other was eager to present this very punishment. Almost identical in appearance, the brothers were opposites in many other ways.

[color=#2f7a9f]"Protection duty was a thing,"[/color] Neoh explained as he adjusted his shoulder bag where they walked, leaving the classroom behind. [color=#2f7a9f]"Some artifact or another,"[/color] he shrugged. [color=#2f7a9f]"I think it's some big shot religious trinket. Some cult was after it. Want to protect a car?"[/color] Neoh would not suggest the mission if it wasn't labeled a dangerous conquest. Guard duty could be the most boring type of assignment, depending on the charge. This particular mission emboldened the risks involved. A dangerous enemy sought to apprehend the relic, and they were said to include Mutants.

[color=#2f7a9f]"Ah, right,"[/color] Neoh snapped his fingers, recalling the item in question, [color=#2f7a9f]"it was a mummy. Okay, so a corpse. Want to guard a corpse?"[/color]

If anyone was to read the mission details, they would note that Neoh's casual retorts related to a somewhat more serious scenario. The corpse, as Neoh stated, was the mummified remains of an ancient ruler. He was correct to believe that the religious aspect of this assignment which spoke of magic and mysticism branched into the realm of fantasy. However, the actual threat was no laughing matter.

King Amun from the vast deserts of Egypt was believed to have been a mutant, in life. Following his death, not much changed. His body contained a plague-like substance which caused severe necrosis in biological matter, and with his passing, became airborne. It was said to have brought decimation to his kingdom, before they managed to seal him away. Researchers believed that the ruler could control his powers, where they were shackled to his will. However, once the man met the reaper, his mutation remained. 

Amun's body was going to be transported to a safehouse where the biological weapon could be stored, and it wasn't in a car, as Neoh had said. It was in an armored truck. Sealing Amun's sarcophagus beforehand had lowered the threat range of this assignment. However, if the seal was broken and the tomb opened, there was no telling how disastrous the situation could become. [color=#2f7a9f]"Unless you wanted to play with your invisible friend,"[/color] Neoh continued, thumbing over his shoulder, towards the classroom. [color=#2f7a9f]"Pretty certain I've seen you two play Frisbee while dancing in the meadows,"[/color] the boy teased, with a soft smirk.

Retaining solitude when he wasn't with Miles, Neoh was happy to know that his brother gathered friends elsewhere. One day, he would surely need them. Neoh, on the other hand, wasn't quite as easy to get along with. It was common for him to retire into his drawings when Miles found himself in a different locale, and while he loved his brother more than life itself, Neoh did not want to add a layer of difficulty to social interaction. He had attempted to be less snappy, with miniscule results. Eventually, the twin of blue decided to leave the situation as it was. He would never be able to adopt Milly's charm. There was little use in pursuing it.