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Relka walked the halls of the school, lunch ling forgotten as she studied her notebook trying to plot the perfect way to climb even high in the ranks. Twenty Eight was fine, but in order to take on the student council she had to be at least rank forty. The pink haired girl absentmindily chewed on her glasses as she expertly weaved around people walking.she had to consider actual fight training, her active and inactive engines got her this far with misinforming her opponents but eventually she would come across someone she had to take on where subtlety and decent weren't enough. She glanced down at Loki's Bangle and thought of ways of taking it apart and improve her original design. Maybe she could train Mimicry to go beyond its fifty percent copy abilities, if she could even get to a good eighty percent she could effectively overcome any sort of lack of training.

She passed by a window where a group of students had gathered to watch an other fight brewing, Relka peered outside hoping to see who was at it. The first boy she noted was a new student, no information, rank eleven. She opened up her book to double check the other. Ichiro, rank seven, enthusiast of the baseball club. Able to predict high propabilities of opponents. Relka had never taken him on herself but heard how tenacious he was about getting people to play baseball. He was almost a walking Shounen cliché, after a quick read of both fighters Relka gave Ichiro a 37.43 percent chamce of winning the fight. The other boy looked like he could properly handle himself just a little to well and despite his ability to predict things, he still had to actively dodge any incoming hits. Relka waited to see what the new boy would do, always smart to have information on everyone. She could always use an ally in her goals.