[b]Pablo, Cynthia, Nuru and Vane[/b]

Virgil looked at Vane, then at Cynthia and Pablo, before turning up his nose and saying, “Don’t get in my way, [i]Wilson[/i] - Not if you want access to the arena and other high-level facilities. You don’t want your training to be inconvenienced by suboptimal conditions, after all.”

A glare at Cynthia, “As for you, you’re an upstart. Not only do you refuse a date with someone like me, but you strut around so dedicated as though you’re better than others!”

Pablo interrupted, “You’re projecting, Virgil. Just go away before it turns into a fight.” He looked behind him and noticed Nuru racing for them, before smirking in triumph, “And look at that, the Academy’s own [i]Nuru[/i] is coming! Do you really think you can take us all on, Mr. Vazquez?”

Virgil’s glare turned towards Pablo, as he shouted, “This isn’t over, wise guys! I’ll have my revenge on you all!”

Then he and his gang ran off, even as Pablo said to the people around him, “Sorry for the inconvenience - Virgil there and his cronies were trying to harass this girl here -”

“Cynthia, Cynthia Weissberg,” the young lady interrupted. “And yes, this guy here did rescue me, although I could have handled myself quite fine...”

Pablo then continued, “And thank you all for rescuing her and me from the wrath of those rich kids, although now they’re going to make sure all of you are blocked from using the Arms Master facilities unless a miracle happens.” He sighed, “People like him are the reason why Trinidad hasn’t risen up the ranks yet - Even though it has talented people such as you guys in it.”

Then a pause, “By the way, where were my manners? My name is Pablo Legazpi, pleased to meet you all.”

A glance at Nuru if he hadn’t left by now, and a temptation to find out exactly what was up with the other student using his Noble Arm’s power of Truth. But Pablo decided not to do it, because then he’d be confronted by his own truth - That he was being a callous invader of other people’s privacy and that was a violation of his own morality and that he’d be causing needless pain.

That, and he had to focus on redeeming - Or ‘redeeming’ - JeimSeu, whom he should be looking for right now, preferably before the latter put his shirt back on, although it might be too late for that already. But would even the Light of Truth be enough to turn him to his side, especially if it revealed to Pablo his own selfish desires?

[@Renny], [@Not Fungus]

[b]JeimSeu[/b]

The shower rooms were empty except for one other Arms Master, Glory Malenkov, a Russian student who regarded himself as the leader of the ‘Hammer Aspirants’ in Trinidad Academy.  

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With a characteristic smug expression, Malenkov approached the Korean-Filipino before saying, “Virgil and I made sure the showers were empty so that we can all have a chance to talk. But it seems they’re arriving late - [i]Filipino Time[/i] is such an advantage, we can have some a few minutes to ourselves.”

As the eighteen-year old threw his jacket and other pieces of attire into a nearby basket, waiting for Jeim to do the same, he said, “You got the message, right? From the Handler? We’re to cooperate with Virgil to kill two of this country’s Senators coming here later.”

He then turned on the shower, letting the sound of the falling water obscure his voice. “Their part in it is to give us the information on who exactly will be guarding the VIPs, as well as what routes they will take. Once they get to the Founders’ Monument, we’re to snipe them with a long-range attack and kill them instantly - It must be clear that it’s a Noble Arm which did the killing, yet at the same time, it must not be obvious who did it for the first few minutes. Then we flee and join up with the Main forces of the Hammer in Mindanao, where we just killed some Islamic Insurgents and took their bases and stuff.”

Malenkov’s words as he showered both confirmed and contradicted the whispers of the voice. But a memory would intrude into Jeim’s mind, of someone saying:

[i]The whisper takes precedence. Malenkov is a pawn.[/i]

[@WindsOfFate]