Was it Snarky Sunday that day or something? While the majority of the group had the sense to stay silent, hopefully out of respect for the willpower that it took for Lyss to be wearing three layers of heavy clothing. After all, compared to the temperatures that he was used to, it was really damn cold at the moment. He missed the warmth of the lakes of fire. It made him sad, being a ferryman on Lemon River. Then again, what could he do? Nothing, other than to start pushing the boat back towards the cluster of buildings that served as the 'town' of Academia Abyssus. Well, no, there were also statements to be responded to.

The first that spoke was the redheaded girl, Wendy, if his soul-reading was correct. A bully that got the shit kicked out of her after the weaklings teamed up and realized that weapons were there for a reason. Quite funny, really. The black situational comedy that was just as funny as a lion getting bumrushed by a bunch of rats. Her comment was something that was...well, her injuries pre-death must have damaged her mental faculties on a fundamental level as well. It was the first time Lyss had ever heard of someone describe this situation as the wet dream of a Latino woman, after all.

Luckily, a saner individual with a sketchier, more interesting history spoke up next, and Lyss decided it was better to just ignore Wendy, focusing instead of the super secret ninja assassin agent sniper. Locking eyes with the boy, wondering whether his eyes were still 'demonic' enough that it could scare him, even after years on this 'desk' job, Lyss replied, [b]“All your kills, Mr. Super Famous Secret Agent. Well, nowadays, most people get sent to Hell regardless, since Heaven's pretty much just a gentleman's club. Oh yeah, Limbo's overcrowded as well, so now, only dead children and pets get sent there. Simply said, even if you weren't a badass 100-kill streak modern Rambo, you'd still be sent here, because you're a bad boy.”

“And, computer nerd, this isn't the Styx. That river shut down a few centuries ago, because it was taking way too long to accurately judge the soul of individuals. This is the Lemon River, filled with the urine, sweat, tears, scat, and lemon-scented detergent and soap of Academia Abyssus. Which is a school. That you will now be attending. In order to have a happy and productive life in Hell.”[/b]

Tilting his head to the side, as if in temporary thought (even though it was just an act), Lyss finished unconvincingly, [b]“I don't know what you'll be learning, though, so yeah. Just have fun and talk to each other for now. Your entrance exams will be starting shortly.”

“Oh yeah, make sure you do your stretches as well. And you, in that corner, please stop crying. Your tears are ruining my paint.”[/b]

With that, he turned his back on the group of scrubby, unclean brats, and went back to work, poling the boat down the river.