@Jay Kalton @KindledBeast @Altasaire @Eklispe @Minato Namikaze Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked in a tall, lanky man. He was dressed in a camouflaged-colored choker and grey jogging pants. His eyes were tired and he had a hassled expression on. The man set his large, clunky bag on the floor, pulled out a folder and proceeded to the front of the class.
"Apologies for being late students. I was asked to help with an investigation over at the avenue. A quick announcement, the mayor has declared that today's classes are only up until twelve in the afternoon, due to some difficulties along the road." He avoided mentioning the terrorist attacks, for obvious reasons.
"Anyway, good morning, I'm your teacher for Small Units Tactics," he said, turning to the whiteboard at the front of the class, before writing down his name.
"Daniel Dimalanta, though you may call me Sir Dan." Clasping his hands together, he looked at the class with a wry smile.
"Now, I'll have you know now, I've only recently been authorized to teach a class. Before, I was working with the military as a part of the Reconnaissance and Information Department. Your current Director had asked for me by name, apparently, and I was given a year long seminary to prepare for my tenure here. So . . . well, I hope we get along." He opened the folder in his hand, and looked at the people present.
"Well, I'll be starting role-call now, as I call your name, please introduce yourself. Something like hobbies, expectations, etc. Ready?
"Abraham, Winston. Now, this is someone I'm familiar with. I wonder if you remember me, Mister Abraham?"
"Nishka . . . no last name? Hm, okay then."
"Leroux, Claire."
"Isamaru, Takumi. Huh, Isamaru? Any relation to a certain Isamaru Reika?"
"Mortem, Yuri." He narrowed his eyes at this name, but stopped and did not go any further than that.
He called all the students one by one until all their names were called.
@TheWildBunnii Just outside the class, a certain brown-and-red headed girl was waiting. Addey Simmons glared at Catalina as she passed through the doors, and shoved her hand in the way.
"You . . . you're the bitch who shot me aren't you?" she stated, glaring daggers at the other girl. Other students exiting the room gave the two a wide berth, Catalina's reputation preceding her. They would rather not get caught in the crossfire.