[Lucian Van Sange]

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As the hour for class drew nearer, some students began to trickle into the room that had been assigned for Social Chemistry 101's lecture. It was a standard classroom, with a large glass panel behind the teacher's desk that could be used as both a white board and a screen. The panel was currently backlit with white, to highlight the black text written upon the surface with a marker. It read, "Social Chemistry 101: Your classmates are people too." The desks were set up in groups of two, so two people would need to sit next to each other. At the head of the classroom, sat a large desk for the teacher.[break][break]

Speaking of the desk... A man sat on the chair behind the desk, clothed in a crimson colored formal attire that looked a decade out of fashion. He had his legs propped up on the desk in front of him, his white glove covered hands clasped over his waist as he lounged back in his chair, a similarly red colored Fedora sitting low on his head, hiding his eyes from view despite the orange, round-rimmed sunglasses also accomplishing that task. Thick black hair could be seen underneath the hat, framing the face and offering even more cover. A walking-cane that looked peculiarly like the detached barrel of a rifle leaned on the wall next to the chair. For all intents and purposes, the man looked like he was asleep despite it being the height of day, lazing about with his feet up on the desk.[break][break]

As the students trickled in, the hour struck and passed, and yet the teacher remained snoozing. Up until five minutes had passed since the beginning of the class, a grace period for any latecomers and for all students to find their seats and settle down. When 5 minutes exactly had passed, the feet would suddenly move, coming off the table and plopping down to the floor with the sharp clacks that formal shoes on wood provided. The man would stand up to his massive height of 191 cm, grab his walking stick and walk to the front of the class with the tap-tap of it to his side, stopping in front of the class.[break][break]

His lips parted in a wide grin that bordered on unsettling as he raised one hand to his side in a wide gesture. "Welcome, hopeful initiates, to my class." He half-turned, and pointed with his cane at the board. "Unless you are blind, I do not need to repeat it." He said, looking around the class for anyone who was actually blind. "If you are blind... Well, tough luck. Shouldn't be a huntsman to begin with." He said, turning around fully to walk to the board, before turning around once more to face the class.[break][break]

"So, an introduction for those of you unfamiliar with me. My name is Lucian Van Sange. Ex bounty hunter from Vacuo, rumored war hero of Mistral and retired Huntsman, qualified counselor of Haven, blah blah. You may call me Sir Van Sange, or Professor Van Sange." He paused, looking around the class. "Any questions?" He paused for barely a heartbeat at that before continuing, "Alright good. So, I've noticed a lot of you have sat according to your own whims and desires, with your friends or crushes, la dee da. I'm about the change that."[break][break]

Van Sange would walk to his desk and pick out his scroll. "I've paired up the lot of you to sit with others randomly. Why I have done so, I will get to later, but for now, switch seats and sit with the person you've been paired with. I'll have no angst-filled loners in my class." He said, the ever present grin only fading after he looked down to read the names on the scroll. He went through the names, pairing up students as everyone began to switch and shuffle seats. [break]
"Kyu... Lee? Coolee? Who is Coolee?" Van Sange would say, looking around until the student responded. "How the hell do you say your na- You know what? Doesn't matter. You're Coolee from now. You're paired with... Niraya Platinum." Van Sange said, looking around the class until the fox faunus responded. [break]
He continued down a few more names, until he got to, "Evang- Yeah I'm not wasting my breath on that. Evan, you're with... Eagle Verdant? Yeah, Evan and Eagle, pair up." Van Sange pursed his lips, shaking his head minutely, as if disappointed with all the wild names these days. [break]
Finally, near the end few names, he called out, "Carmim Clover. Ah, finally, a name that doesn't need olympics to say, and my favourite color." He said, giving a grin and a nod at the small red girl. He then cocked his head to the side and said, "You're with Elena Thorne."[break][break]

After that, four more names were said until finally, Van Sange would put his scroll down. He'd peer at the classroom through his orange shades, which hid his eyes completely, the chesire grin returning to his lips. "Now, are any of you smart enough to figure out what this random pairing has to do with our class?" He asked, leaning forward, hands splayed on the desk as he stared at everyone in a slow turn of his head.[break][break]

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[Niraya Platinum]

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Niraya sighs as she sees what her next class was. Social 101 she already felt the nervousness set in. Unlike the chemistry class she managed to find this one on time. Niraya sat by herself and just waits. Soon the teacher stands up and intruces the class. it was evident that his person was a take no crap from nobody kind of teacher. They were here for one job and they were going to do it there way. every student was assigned a partner Niraya was no exception. She was paired with a person named Coole. Niraya waits for her partner to show up since she was already by herself. her ears laying flat on her head and tail wrapped around her.

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[Qiu'li]

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[attr="class","qiutext"] Social Chemistry 101. Qiu'li never quite understood what the numbers next to the class title meant. Were they class sizes? The score one had to achieve? The textbook never really covered that portion, mostly social etiquette. Regardless, this was a class that had interested Qiu'li when he saw the title. While he had mostly adjusted to city life, he still had a lot of problems when it came to communicating and talking properly. While he can talk in mostly complete sentences, the structure is a bit off, and there was also another issue... When it came to battle, Qiu'li was ready to act in a moments notice. Words aren't needed when it comes to action. However, outside of battle, he was a metaphorical fish out of water. Years of growing up with little to no social interaction has made Qiu'li someone who could trust few, and properly talk to even fewer. Aside from fighting, seeking answers, and struggling to survive at a young age, the raven-haired man had little else to strive for in terms of long-term goals. However, even idiots like himself realized that there are limits to working alone. Allies are a powerful tool, and a necessity after everything Qiu'li had experienced thus far. Never would he have been able to take one those mysterious people in the Wind District, fought against Colton and Rosaria, nor face the bandits on the train by himself. The fact of the matter is, there is strength in numbers. Teammates are essential, but more than anything, Qiu'li needs to find a group to confide in when it comes to take on missions. The Request board has been a sufficient means of gauging his limits in the past, but as the number of available Requests are becoming scarce, the only ones left require two or more people. Thinking back, there are very few people that Qiu'li could really call on to help him out. Quite honestly, the only person that Qiu'li could consider a friend at the moment would be Flower... And he hadn't heard from her in quite some time. Was it something he had done? Or said? Perhaps she didn't see him as a friend like he had envisioned. Qiu'li sighed dejectedly at the thought as his eyes narrowed up at the transparent screen that rested behind the mysteriously dressed man sitting with his feet propped up. He had taken a random seat in the middle row, wearing the standard Haven uniform as he awaited the class to begin. Perhaps he could figure out just how to confide in others and make some allies along the way. As soon as the introductions were over, the first thing the professor began with was a reassignment of people to be paired up. Huh.. He wondered if this was a way of forcing students to introduce themselves to others that they haven't worked with before. Then, he started with the names... Err... Was he referring to him? Coolie? Kyu-lee? It sounded like his name, but he wasn't sure. Once it seemed like nobody else was responding or getting up, the raven-haired man hesitantly got up and began moving towards his partner which was a name he was surprisingly familiar with. Niraya Platinum, a fox faunus that he had not only fought in the past, but had several classes, learned about computers, and even trained together with her once as he recalled their run through the city. Qiu'li hasn't seen her in quite some time, and her appearance was a welcome one to say the least. A familiar face as he nodded towards her with his signature gaze and seemingly permanent frown. "It is well to see you in good health. Glad see you again, Niraya." He said as he took a seat beside her. -- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank E Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F

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[Aegle Verdant]

For a huntsman academy, Haven sure did have a lot of classes dedicated to things that had no apparent connection to hunting the creatures of Grimm. That had puzzled, even frustrated, Aegle during her first week at the academy, and it had remained a bother even after Doc had pulled her out of her few elective classes; Why any huntress would need to know calculus, Aegle would never understand. It had, however, been on the doctor's insistence that Aegle attend Social Chemistry 101, despite the class appearing to be, for all intents and purposes, as peripheral to actually hunting Grimm as mathematics. Aegle had not dared refuse however. She'd already worn Doc's patience as thin as she dared, and if attending one extra class would mend the damage her foolish behavior had caused, then it was well worth the inconvenience. She didn't have to like it though.

Aegle hesitated at the door to classroom. She'd only interacted with the eccentric Professor Van Sange a couple of times and, if she was being quite honest, the man gave her the creeps. He exuded a black irreverent humor and was ever surrounded by a keenly knowing air, which made him both unpredictable and unsettling for her to be around. She never felt quite so exposed as when those smoky glasses of his were turned in her direction, like he could see every doubt and insecurity at a glance. What was worse, he seemed all too aware of how disquieting his gaze could be, and he used it, along with his razor sharp wit, to its full effect. Her first week at Haven had been long enough to learn it was best not to draw Van Sange's attention at all.

Pulling her eyes off the red swathed professor, who appeared to be napping behind his comically oversized desk, Aegle scanned the room for familiar faces. Such were not in short supply -few of Aegle's peers were as adverse to elective classes as she was- and she quickly spotted both Carmin and Evangeline. They were close friends, so it wasn't much of a surprise that they'd chosen to sit beside one another. Aegle proffered her roommate a discrete wave as she approached the pair, making for one of the open desks nearby. All the desks were arranged in pairs, she noticed as she took her seat. Not unbroken rows, but specifically in groups of two. She wasn't given much time to wonder about that though, because the Professor had become suddenly animate at the front of the class.

She listened with mounting disquiet as the eccentric professor pontificated on his class' seating choices, and revealed, at least in part, the reason behind the desks and their oddly specific arrangement. Her eyes shifted to Evangeline when their names were called out, or at least Aegle assumed it was her name. Van Sange, like most people, hadn't the first idea how to pronounce her name when they saw it written out. Still, Eagle was a sight better than the most common mispronunciation, Eggel. She waited a few moments just to be sure and, when nobody responded to the name, pushed herself carefully back in her seat.
"Uh..." She made herself smile as she stepped up to Carmin's spot, eyes flicking somewhat awkwardly between the red head and the blonde, "M'pretty sure he meant Aegle and Eva, yeah?"
Aegle toyed with the cuffs of her blazer as she spoke. As had been the case since her first day of classes, she was dressed in a boy's uniform instead of a girl's, complete with jacket and tie. It was a couple of sizes too large, just like most of her clothing, and the sleeves of the jacket needed to be rolled up, lest they cover her hands. She was constantly fussing with them, making sure they stayed rolled up and straight.

A few other students were moving to find their partners too. Aegle paid Carmin an apologetic smile, and slipped into her seat beside Eva, doing her best not to look like a sack full of farming equipment as she did so.
"Yo." Aegle offered the blonde a little wave, despite less than a hand's breadth separating them. A couple of class exercises and a sleepover hadn't quite overcome how ungainly and crooked she always felt around the other Atlesian, with all her effortless grace. That was all Aegle had the chance to say though, because the professor was speaking again, and she was not one to interrupt him.
"Now," Said Van Sange, as he surveyed the reorganized students as a cat perched over a litter of mice, "Are any of you smart enough to figure out what this random pairing has to do with our class?"
Aegle's eyes flicked to the board, its illuminated letters reading 'Social Chemistry 101', and felt like she had a pretty good idea. A pregnant pause followed the Professor's question as, no doubt, the whole class wondered if he was actually waiting for an answer. Aegle's hand twitched up minutely from where it had laid in her lap, but she did not actually raise it. There was a world of difference between thinking she knew the answer to Van Sange's question, and wanting to be the one to say it out loud. She didn't even want to be in this class, and wasn't about to go drawing unnecessary attention to herself. So, a small twitch was all her hand gave, before pressing itself back down into her lap.

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[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 1245 TAG: Elena Thorne NOTES: lol tfw distractboi 101 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Well this was a pleasant surprise- it seemed Carmim actually knew most of the people in this class. Probably one of the benefits of throwing friendship at anyone she saw. There were a handful of students she didn't recognize, but she quickly spotted her best friend forever, Evangeline, as she walked in, making a beeline for the seat right by her. "Eva! Hello, my friend!" She grinned widely at the doll-like girl, sitting across from her. Turning to examine the rest of the room, as she set her djembe beside her chair, she easily spied the fluffy, cute, ears of her foxy friend, Niraya, who she had recently met at the sleepover. What a wild night... She flashed her a bright smile and a wave from her seat, before looking on some more. Qiu'li was also there, who knew from the Argus Limited, but sadly hadn't had the chance to interact with very much. He seemed nice enough, though, and Eva liked him. Eva liked him a lot, heehee... She made sure to shoot him a friendly smile as well. And then, of course, there was Elena, who she didn't know quite as well as she would have liked. They had really only met on the train, and hadn't gotten the chance to hang out since then, so she was excited to see her there as well. She had definitely been a big help when the Lancers attacked, too- they made a good team. She greeted her with a grin and an energetic wave as well. That was four people she knew, out of the eight (not including herself) present so far! Classes with friends always tended to go better than those without. And speaking of friends, her roommate was the last to show up, right as the clock struck time for class. "Aegle!" She offered her friend a bright-eyed big smile, to accompany her bubbly welcome. This day just kept getting better. She scooted her chair a bit, angling herself so she could easily talk to Eva or Aegle, though she unfortunately wouldn't have time to speak with either before her professor began to move. She hadn't even noticed him as she walked in- he had looked like he was asleep, and was quickly forgotten as he slumped behind his desk. But now that he was standing up, she could fully take in his appearance and the sort of energy he was giving off. There was something strangely familiar about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it- she'd probably just seen him around Haven. Never mind that she could hardly have forgotten seeing someone so... red! She was dressed in her usual classroom attire- the Haven boy's uniform, slightly altered with her red tie and accessories. Coupled with her fiery hair and her bright scarlet eyes, she was a veritable beacon of crimson, befitting her name. But this guy, he out-dress even her in the contest of "Who Could Wear the Most Red." It was, frankly, impressive. He began speaking, and his introduction wasn't really ringing more bells than his appearance did, but her ears did perk up as he mentioned being from Vacuo. It was always nice to meet someone else from the desert- though, ex-bounty hunter did strike her curiosity a bit. But she had no time to ponder that, because he continued at a brisk pace, hardly pausing between sentences. Was his semblance being immune to breathing? That would be neat. She gazed at the two people at her table. Yup, she was definitely one of the ones who deigned to sit with her friends. The random assignment didn't bother her at all, though- if anything, it was just an excuse to make a new friend, or hang out with one she already knew and liked. If anything, it was a win-win for the little extrovert. The first pair was Niraya and uh... Someone. She wasn't sure exactly who he meant at first, but as Qiu'li stood up and walked over to the faunus, she realized it was just a horrible butchery of the poor guy's name. Oof. At least she was better at names than that. It would be embarrassing if she ever called someone by the wrong name. The next pair was an Evan and Eagle. She... Wasn't sure who they were either, at least until Aegle got up to trade seats with the redhead. Oh! Evangeline and Aegle! That made sense. Really, though... Neither of their names were very hard to say... She smiled up at Aegle, as she slid her chair back. "Have fun, you two!" Aww, it was a shame she didn't get paired with either of her besties. But at least the two of them got paired together! That was exciting. Now... Who would she be paired off with? The answer came quickly enough- she'd hardly gotten her drum harness over her shoulder when Van Sange called her name, pronouncing it with surprising accuracy. Not that it was a tricky name, it was a very normal name. But considering he hadn't been able to figure out Evangeline... She beamed up at him as he remarked that her name was his favorite color. That much had been obvious, of course, but it was nice to hear it. Though the way he said it... Was definitely different. But before she could think too hard about that, he had called another name- Elena Thorne. Yes!! Not that she would have minded being paired with one of the other students, but she was very excited to have a chance to work with Elena again. Carmim strode over to the other girl with a cheery smile, and took her seat. "It is good to see you again, my friend!" she whispered. "Especially wit' less Lancers t'is time around, eh?" This was going to be a fun class. As the sanguine professor continued his spiel, she quietly reached into her bag and withdrew a small plastic bag of spicy sharp cheddar cubes. Couldn't do any social chemistry on an empty stomach, right? She smiled as she took a big handful of the delicious cheese chunks, and popped them into her mouth, before extending the bag to her partner- it was only common courtesy to share one's snacks! It seemed she had chosen an inopportune time to fill her mouth with cheesy goodness, however, as the slightly intimidating man before her posed a question to the class. She tried to chew faster, swallowing the tasty morsels with a big gulp, right as his eerie gaze fell over her and the other Vacuan girl. However, even now that her mouth was clear of food, she was no surer of an answer than she had been before. She wasn't even sure if he wanted an answer, so she just sat and waited for someone else to pipe up- for some reason, this guy gave off really big monster movie vibes. Maybe she was still just stuck on the movie from a few nights ago, though... Although, Van Sange was definitely no Hickory Greene, that much was certain. At least, she assumed he wasn't. She didn't really want to think about her professor's abs that way, nor did she want to imagine her beloved (if asshole-ish, and not good for Lisa) Mark dressed to the nines in bright red, like a scary vampire. Wait... Did that make her a scary vampire? Wait... what was the question again...?

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

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Evangeline was one of the students who had arrived in the class early, picking out a seat near the back of the classroom. Given that many months had already passed since Evangeline had transferred to Haven, she had made many friends. She spent a lot of time greeting random fellow classmates as they entered, engaging in polite and friendly smalltalk. It was obvious she was quite popular in a quaint, friendly way. Her blue eyes would definitely flit to the strange red wearing man snoozing behind the teacher's desk.



She noticed Niraya enter and waved. "Niraya! Hello! How are you doing? You have 'zis class too, oui?" She would greet the fox faunus, giving her a brilliant smile. Her smile would falter, her lips falling into a rigid line and her eyes widening as she saw the next person walk into the room. His black hair, his stiff posture... Those angry, angry eyes... There was no mistaking it.



A flush would creep up her face as she stared at his back, Qiu'li having sat down without even noticing her or looking at her. She was so caught up in the moment that it took her a moment or two before she realized Carmim had joined her, sitting next to her and had greeted her. "Oh, Carmeem! I'm sorry I... I didn't notice you... Hi." She responded to Carmim, blinking in a dazed way as if to clear confusion, her voice seeming to be just as confused, absent its usual cheer. Her eyes would return to staring at the back of the mountain man's head, as if silently willing the man to turn around and look at her. But of course, that didn't happen. As the teacher stood up, Evangeline sighed and settled in her seat, feeling somewhat dejected.



The professor began to talk in a very... drawling way, like every word was dipped and dripping with sarcasm, his reflective shades hiding his eyes and making Evangeline curious. Eyes were the gateways to the heart, and Evangeline relied on looking at people's eyes a lot to discern what they were thinking or feeling. The only reason someone would hide their eyes like that indoors was if they had something to hide... What did Van Sange want to hide?



Nevertheless, Van Sange began to list off forced seating arrangements, to which Evangeline had no issue with. When Van Sange butchered Qiu'li's name, Evangeline felt a wave of indignant annoyance rise up inside of her. She wanted to stand up and tell the man that his name was pronounced 'Chuu-lee', not 'Koo-lee'! But then, there was a split second's hope that she would be paired up with him! Yes, this was he-



Qiu'li got paired up with Niraya.



Whatever excitement had briefly lit up in Evangeline's eyes shuttered out with the briefness of a candle's flame being snuffed, her body having grown tense with excitement slowly turning loose, relaxing back into her chair with the resemblance of dejected sludge. She bit her lips as a bitter expression took hold of her face, washing off after a moment. She barely noticed Van Sange deciding to give her a terrible nickname too, and barely noticed her partner being assigned, Carmim leaving her seat beside her and being replaced with...



Evangeline blinked, turning her head to see Aegle beside her. "Oh... Aegle. You are my partner 'zen?" Evangeline would say, her voice holding obvious forced attempts at neutrality. Aegle would know her dejected mood wasn't from Aegle being chosen as her partner, as she had been falling into this mood since long before, and yet, Evangeline couldn't help to break out of it, her strained smile wobbling only for a few moments before fading away, turning her head away.



Evangeline saw the pairing being finished up as Van Sange called out a question. It was a somewhat... easy question to answer. But Evangeline, normally so bright and intelligent in class, couldn't really focus her thoughts into coherency to answer the question, far too muddled with disappointment.

[Elena Thorne]

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Elena, frankly, looked almost as tired as she felt. Mornings were hell for her to begin with, but her new training regime only made her more tired than she usually was. After the mission on the Argus Limited, she had asked Professor Shadecloak for some extra training and had been put through the ringer ever since. The sessions were always short to fit in with the busy schedule of the faunus, but at the very least the brunette could note the improvement in both her semblance control and semblance power since she started. When she got better, it might even be a neat as hell performance routine to knock down all those arrows mid-flight for graduation or something.

The gap between a trainee and a licensed huntress was enormous, and it would take a long time to close it. That was, she supposed, why they were slated to be in training for three entire years. She had gotten to the class earlier than usual to catch a seat in the back and take a quick power nap while resting her cheek on her left fist, so it at least looked like she was awake and paying attention if nobody looked too closely. She didn’t actually wake up until the teacher started talking, after which she awoke with a jolt that made it obvious that she was asleep even if he hadn’t noticed before.

Blue eyes snapped to attention, with dark bags visible underneath them as she did her best to not draw any extra attention to herself and just focus on figuring out what the hell was going on. The class was more or less full now, and it seemed like they were being split into teams for something. Her teammate for this exercise was Carmim, which was great because the redhead took the initiative to walk over to her so she could continue to try in vain to wake up and rub the sleep out of her eyes.

The other girl was far more chipper and awake, and Elena just gave a wordless smile in response to her greeting so to not piss off the teacher by talking over him or anything. The professor had posed a question to the class, but so far nobody had answered and the silence that enveloped the room was getting too awkward for the Vacuo native to bear so she just blurted out something so it could be shot down and they could just get on with it.

”We’re being put on teams for a three-legged foot race.” she said, voice projecting just fine across the room. It was almost certainly wrong, but literally any answer was better than complete silence and the guy staring awkwardly at everyone for much longer. There were few things in this world that Elena hated more than having people stare at each other, both waiting for the other to talk in a sort of silence standoff that was uncomfortable for everyone involved and anyone who was unlucky enough to be able to witness it.

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[Lucian Van Sange]

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Van Sange stared at the class as a whole from behind his sunset tinted shades, waiting for an answer as all the students stared blankly back at him. He was about to give a disappointed sigh, but then one of the students spoke up. A girl with fuzzy brown hair who looked thoroughly sleep deprived, sitting next to Carmim. He recalled her name as Elena, and he tilted his head at her somewhat... silly answer.[break][break]

"As entertaining as that would be, that is completely and utterly wrong, Miss Thorne. But you still make my christmas list for being the only student to attempt an answer, so good job. Everyone else is getting coal this year." He said, the grin returning to his face as he spoke in his usual sardonic tone. And then, he suddenly whipped up his walking stick, scaring a few of the students sitting closest to him as his the cane came up and pointed directly at Carmim. Despite it just being the barrel of a rifle detached from the actual weapon, completely harmless, it was still somewhat disconcerting to be staring down the barrel of a rifle aimed right at your face. He held it at Carmim and tilted his head at her with lazy grin. "And I would appreciate it if you did not eat in my class, Miss Clover. It is exceptionally rude and I would have to confiscate all your food and give it to the rest of the class without letting you have any." He said, swishing his cane back up, twirling it around and tapping it back down onto the ground. [break][break]

"Now, for the answer to my question; The reason I've sat all of you down in random order is because this class is called..." He paused, tapping with his cane on the screen, where the words were written. "And in this class, it is my job to teach all of you that more people exist other than the ones you are already chummy with. Everyone in this class is a people person, and everyone in this class has hopes and dreams. You cannot just consider yourself to be the main character in some narration and everyone else to be a supporting character. Everyone is their own protagonist in their own story and you must understand that." Van Sange said, taking a whiteboard eraser from the desk and wiping the screen clean. He then tapped on his scroll, which was on his desk, with one hand as the screen flickered, then revealed several lines of text.[break][break]

"Today, in this introductory class, we'll be breaking the ice with both a theory lesson and a practical lesson. Here's your theory." He said, using his cane to point at the instructions written on the board.[break][break]

"Your task right now is to look at your partner, at their face, their eyes, their clothes, how they're sitting, how they're acting... And to write down five singular words that you think describes them. You cannot ask any questions, or get any information, and instead, you have to trust your own intuition about how well you can read your partner." Van Sange instructed, his lips peeling back into a grin again.[break][break]

"In the field, there may come times where you are paired up with someone you've never met before, and you might not get any time to learn about them properly. Therefore, it is a useful skill to possess, to be able to tell the basics of someone you just met just with a glance. You need to be able to synchronize with fellow hunters and huntresses in order to work effectively as a team, and you cannot do that if you are not able to form a basic idea of the person you are working with. How a person looks, speaks, acts and moves can tell you a lot about how they fight, their strengths and their weaknesses. It is your job as a member of a team to learn these, so you can complement their strengths and cover their weaknesses, as they will with yours. That is a tried and true method of not being an absolute failure of a hunter." He explained, his voice always maintaining an air of sarcasm and nonchalance. It was obvious that, unlike a few of the other teachers in the academy, Van Sange was far more... eccentric. Van Sange seemed to deflect anything and everything with a grin on his face, which ironically, made him very hard to read as everything he said sounded like he was either being sarcastic, or insulting you, or both.[break][break]

"So, write down five words about your partner, and that is singular words. Not a sentence, Jimmy, single words, that's right. Five words, and then reveal them to your partner once both of you are done, and let each other judge how accurate you were. You can use any and every word under the sun you can think of if you think it describes the person you're sitting with." Van Sange said, reaching into his pocket and drawing out an old fashioned, worn coin. [break][break]

"You have five minutes. Starting now." He said, setting the coin down on its side before flicking it into a rapid spin, turning it into a circular blur of dark silver.[break][break]

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[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
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As Niraya waits for her partner worried it was Colton. Thankfully it wasn't Qui'li was her partner and she felt a million times better about this class. They had known each other for a while now. maybe not as close as most friends but definitely acquaintances. "Hi, Qui'li." He greets her in his usual manner. "Yea. I try my bed to keep healthy. how about you you seem as strong and stoic as ever." she smiles at him before the teacher gets her attention again.

The teacher had pulled out his cane and pointed it towards Carmim. the cane looked like one of those gun canes which made Niraya nervous. luckily the teacher wasn't going to begins shooting students over bringing food into class. Once that was out of the way he then gives them their first assignment. Niraya pulls out a sheet of paper and looks over at Qui'li. She was already familiar with him so she just needed five words. she writes down what came to mind. "strong, stoic, swift, fighter, dull" she didn't' want to be offensive but the little time he spent with her it was clear he was more of a fighter, not a social butterfly just like Niraya.

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[Aegle Verdant]

It was subtle, so she supposed she ought have been grateful for that at least; At least Eva had tried to hide her disappointment at being paired with Aegle. She couldn't even fault the other girl for the disappointment, so she appreciated the princess' efforts to not make it too obvious. Still, it hurt, and it served as a stark reminder that, in her capacity as a trainee at least, Aegle was not worth very much.
'Who'm I kiddin'? I ain't worth very much in any capacity.'
She made herself smile; Just because Eva didn't want her there didn't mean she couldn't keep things pleasant. If Eva's discretion had communicated anything, it was that she didn't want Aegle to know just how disappointed she'd made her.

Turning towards the front of the class, Aegle pretended to be paying attention to their teacher, rather than Eva, intent on doing al she might to keep things from getting awkward.
'Gods know I'm plenty good for makin' things awkward.', Gods knew it was one of very few things she was good for. Aegle's grin twitched broader.

She only half heard what Van Sange had to say, but she caught the just of the exercise and its purpose, and found she was not far of the mark with her own guess. It had been pretty obvious, after all. Why else would they be paired up with their desks in their unusual arrangement, if not to talk to, or at least to observe, one another? The finer details were something which no one in the class would have predicted, excusing some sort of predictive or mind reading semblance though.

'Five words?" Aegle thought, looking back to Eva. It seemed like the easiest possible task, to find five single words to describe so singular a person. Pulling closer her sheet of paper, Aegle fumbled for a few moments getting a good grip on her pen, and prepared to write. Then she hesitated.
'Five words, five things I could tell from lookin' at her, were we strangers brought together on a common mission.'
Except she and Eva weren't strangers, and her familiarity with each other did not stop with their being classmates. Aegle knew, for example, that Evangeline was from Atlas. She knew she had a bionic arm and leg, that her weapon was a violin and a crossbow. She knew things about Eva which could not have been known from a mere glance.
Aegle stared at the paper, and the pen clutched in her awkward and ungainly way, the only way she could hold and use a pen. Then she looked up at Eva, and saw again the disappointment, ill-concealed on her highborn face. Aegle tried to pretend she was meeting Eva for the first time, but that wasn't right either. The Eva she'd met, her first night at Haven, was not the same Eva seated across from her. That Eva had been bright, radiant, kind, friendly... That Eva had been filled with an infectious sort of enthusiasm which had, at least for a moment, made Aegle feel more welcome in Haven than she'd thought possible. It had filled Aegle with a hope that, perhaps, she might really be able to do this, that she might be able to become a huntress. This new Eva looked sad, distant, distracted, cold... This Eva looked like she would have wanted to be anywhere else. With anyone else.

Aegle looked back down to the paper and pen. Whatever she wrote on that page, she would need to show to Eva, and Eva would know that was how Aegle saw her. She felt a sudden, sickening pang. She liked Eva, and the thought that their pairing had transformed the sweet girl she'd thought she knew into this marble simulacrum was a painful one. It filled Aegle with guilt and anger and regret. And she realized she had a chance to hurt Eva, to get back at her for the disappointment she felt. She need only write five words, and she might take revenge on the girl for having hurt her.
'Five words.' Aegle thought, and she determined they should be honest words. She looked at Eva, saw her distant gaze, and grit her grin, fingers tightening on her pen. And so she wrote.

Having decided to be honest, to respect the spirit of the exercise, Aegle knew she couldn't see the girl who'd made her feel so welcome on her first night. She had to see this other Eva, and only that.
"Ready?" She asked, lifting the paper awkwardly, fingers uncooperative and creasing the page with the effort. Written upon it were five words, each one honest, each one describing the Eva seated across from her, and not the Eva she thought she knew.
'Thoughtful': Because what other word could describe the pensive distance which separated her from the bright eyed blonde?
'Honest': Because, though she'd tried to hide her disappointment, Eva's open face had belied the effort. She had no talent for lying.
'Kind': Because she'd tried to spare Aegle's feelings.
'Pretty': Because even the blind could see that Eva was; Aegle had nearly written beautiful, but her nerve had failed her.
And, at last, written right at the bottom of the page, apart from the four other words...
'Disappointed.'

Aegle dumped the page down before Eva, grinning fiercely.
"So?" She said, "How'd I do?"

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[Qiu'li]

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[attr="class","qiutext"] Seems like Niraya was doing just fine, or at least her response and demeanor indicates so. Qiu'li hadn't spoken to her in a while, but seems like they were just so happened to be paired for this exercise. At the very least, he was grateful for being paired up with someone that he had spent some time with already so that was nice. "I am done fine. Difficulty in speaking proper language, but progress is in making." Since his arrival to Haven, Qiu'li had pushed himself to speak more, often throwing himself in public events and such. However, due to his appearances and unlikable facial expressions, it had been a challenge to say the least. Most students avoided him for his permanently etched scowl on his face, and those that didn't weren't very interested in talking to a guy that spoke about as well as a toddler, which had made Qiu'li more or less a background face when it came to attending public events. Eventually, Qiu'li began to attend less of these and focus more on his own training and swiping up jobs on the Request Board. Aside from that, most of his evening free time was spent in his dorm room practicing his speech by pretending to have conversations in front of the mirror using the textbook that Professor Shadecloak had given him all that time ago. His attention fell back on the professor when he proceeded onto the next portion of the assignment. A two-parter, with the first being one about writing five statements of the other person. Qiu'li didn't really understand why, aside from a vague understanding of needing to be able to profile at a glance, but the thought of that made him suspicious. Wouldn't judging someone based on first glance be rather dangerous? It could lead to dangers such as prejudices. This bothered him greatly, but he would go along with it anyways. Perhaps there was more to the lesson that he wasn't seeing. Looking at Niraya, the raven-haired man realized that there was a bit of difficulty with this assignment, as he had a lot of encounters with her in the past. How does one make a quick judgement without already using information that they knew prior? Qiu'li scowled a bit as he tried to figure this out, and decided to proceed with taking the assignment to heart and literally study everything about Niraya that was sitting in front of him. There wasn't a whole lot to say, but he tried his best as he began to scribble down the first things that came to his mind. Each word that came to him was followed by a brief period of him looking back up and staring at Niraya's body with his usual, intense stare and frown before returning to writing. It took pretty much the entire five minutes for the raven-haired man, as each staring session took nearly a whole damn minute while the remaining time took a couple seconds to write. Nervous Polite Furry Considerate Smart -- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank E Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F

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❝ WORDS: 750 TAG: @next NOTES: smol red is bigdefend HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Aw man, coal for Christmas? That was disappointing. And seemed extremely likely- this man was wearing enough red to possibly be the real life Santa Claus. Carmim was pretty unfazed by his little half-joke, though, happily munching on her cheese. She did turn to her partner, though, to give her a bright smile. At least someone had had the guts to come up with an answer, even if it was wrong. However, as she turned back to Van Sange, her eyes widened, and she gulped, nearly choking on her mouthful of cheese. Was that... a gun cane? Pointed at her!? She was frozen, eyes wide, mouth still caught in the smile she'd given Elena, as he spoke. When he finished, she just silently, (and very quickly) nodded, tossing her remaining snacks back into her bag. And discretely kicking the bag halfway across the room, for good measure. Fortunately, her notebook and pencil were on top of her drum, not in the bag. Otherwise, she'd have looked abysmally stupid. And probably would have been shot. He uh... Wouldn't have actually shot her, though... Right? Right...? She shook her head to clear her mind of such thoughts, and paid especially close attention to his instructions. What a scary professor... From what she'd seen, though, all of her teachers were terrifying. Except for maybe Professor Shadecloak, but she gave off an intimidating aura without even trying to, by sheer virtue of her powerful boredom face. And of course, the Academy Doctor looked like she was ready to punch her through a wall every time she had visited Nik in his hospital room... Were there even any normal faculty members at Haven? As he got to the task, Carmim looked at Elena, sitting in front of her. She had to describe her in five words? That shouldn't be too hard. Unlike some of her classmates, she was relatively socially adept, although that didn't necessarily make her the best judge of character. But it did mean she was significantly faster than Qiu'li and Aegle at picking out good adjectives for her fellow Vacuan. Hmmm... Well, she was tall, which was her first impression of her even when they'd first met. Granted, literally everybody was taller than Carmim. As far as she could tell, she was the shortest student at Haven, by a good two or three inches. She was also tough- Argus Limited proved that one to her. Hmm... Unfazed? Not really brave, like how fairy tale heroes are, but she cracked jokes about the Lancer swarm, and was the only one who spoke up just now to Van Sange. Composed, maybe? That felt like the right word for it. What else... She was also definitely not a morning person. While Carmim was bubbling at peak awakeness, Elena looked like she had just spent all night wrestling Ursai and drinking too much coffee. Tired was an easy choice. And the last word? Hmmm... She decided on funny. She had a good sense of humor, after all, from the few times she'd spoken with her, and even her suggestion in class felt like a deadpanned wisecrack, just a bit. She jotted down the five words on her paper. Tall, Tough, Composed, Tired, and Funny. Those would definitely do. Having finished earlier, she scanned the room to see how everyone else was doing. She noticed Evangeline glancing forlornly at Qiu'li, and her eyes drifted to see what her friend was staring at. Only to see the dark-haired boy staring at Niraya, a good, long, stare. What! Unacceptable! This would absolutely not do! Maybe she was jumping to some big conclusions, but her best friend needed her, and she was definitely going to be there for her! Even if she did like both Qiu'li and Niraya. How could he be staring at her!? Granted, the fox faunus was exceptionally cute, and immensely fluffy and soft, but dammit, Qiu'li was Eva's shining knight! (Never mind that he was very likely only staring because of the assignment. That was irrelevant to the righteously angered drummer.) She may not have had the ability to defend her bestie's honor then, but she definitely would at some point. Thus, her wrath was tucked away into a neat little section of her brain reserved for protecting poor, sweet, Evangeline's heart from being broken into a million pieces by a boy. For now, she had something else to do- it seemed Elena had finished her task as well, so Carmim proudly flipped her paper over so the other girl could read it.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

tell me pretty lies

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Evangeline was blankly staring off at nothing in particular while Van Sange explained the necessity of the class, and what the class was about. She barely caught any of the words, her eyes constantly flicking back to Qiu'li in the hopes that he'd turn around and look at her, maybe greet her... Did he even remember her? Was she just a random face in his memory? Did he sweep girls off their feet on a regular basis?

She knew it was just a crush on her part, and he probably only thought of her as a friend or classmate for now... But to not even look at her, even once? She wasn't exactly hard to miss, with her sunshine hair and blue eyes. And yet... He had just sat down and not even turned around once. He hadn't even looked at her when coming into the class. She barely heard Van Sange's assignment, simply staring at Qiu'li, who was staring intently at Niraya. Evangeline felt like she had the wind knocked out of her, the floor falling out from underneath her.

Qiu'li, who had not even glanced a single time at her, was now staring intently at another girl, with those serious, dark eyes, as if completely and utterly focused on that singular person. The way Evangeline would've wanted him to look at her... He was looking at someone else like that. Evangeline felt tears welling up in her eyes, biting her lips to keep herself from audibly making a noise, instead just lowering her face in embarrassment and to hide the tears.

Aegle's movements caught her attention finally then as Aegle displayed her piece of paper... Oh right, she was supposed to write down five words. She hadn't even thought of it, or started. Evangeline looked from the corner of her eyes at the paper Aegle presented, and the words displayed on it. Her eyes widened at the last word, and she turned her wide teary eyes fully at Aegle, realizing from the strained way the girl was smiling that Aegle probably thought Evangeline's sour mood was from her being partnered with her. Fresh tears came to her eyes and fell out, trailing down her cheeks.

"Oh... Aegle, no, it iz not what you 'zink." Evangeline whispered, before reaching over and grabbing Aegle in a tight hug, burying her face into the other girls' shoulder. "I'm sorry... It iz not you... I am happy I am partnered with my friend but... I am sad about some'zing else. I'm sorry, forgive me." She whispered urgently, her shoulders shaking a bit from her attempts to not actually break into tears. She felt doubly terrible now and actually wanted to cry now because she had unintentionally hurt the feelings of her friend. She wasn't crying really aside from those first few tears, only continuously whispering "forgive me" and "I'm sorry" to Aegle.

Finally, after an entire minute, Evangeline let go of Aegle with a shaky smile and a sniffle. "I'm sorry, I will try to focus on 'zee task at hand. I am okay now." She said, before turning to grab a piece of paper. She had barely enough time to think, looking at Aegle, before writing down the five words she thought would describe Aegle the most. Unlike most people, Aegle wasn't exactly very expressive with her personality. She was very subtle and shy, and Evangeline could tell at times that a lot of Aegle's bluster was an act.

So finally, she presented the five words to Aegle right before time was up, displaying the words she thought described her friend.

Honest, because Aegle did not balk from the truth, especially telling Evangeline what she thought of her.
Persistent, because Evangeline had seen Aegle never give up.
Shy, because Evangeline knew that Aegle wasn't very confident.
Spirited, because Evangeline knew Aegle had that spirit deep inside to become something great. And finally,
Amie, which was a High Atlesian dialect word, which translated to Dear Friend, explained in parenthesis right next to the word. Because that was who she was to Evangeline, and Evangeline wanted to reassure the girl that that was definitely the case. Evangeline's eyes were staring at Aegle with both pleading and sincerity, as if she meant every word of what she wrote and was displaying it clearly in her eyes.

"I will tell you about it later... But please Aegle, do not 'zink I was upset with you." Evangeline said in a low voice, obviously still feeling exceptionally guilty for having her friend have the wrong idea and become upset over it.

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Bleary eyes and foggy head meant that the brunette didn’t really have the mental capacity to process the praise, and just focused on retaining directions as they were given. Carmim was her partner for this class. Lone wolves were bad. They had five minutes to analyze their partner and come up with five words. Words, not sentences. Not novels or screen plays or live action dramas.

She had enough brain power at the moment to come up with five words, surely. Five words wasn’t too much to ask. All she needed to do was stare at Carmim for a bit and come up with the first five words that came to mind. That wasn’t very hard.

Red.

She was red. That was easy. Red hair, red clothes. All red everything.

Cheese.

She was eating cheese and got yelled at for it. That was another gimme, though in hindsight cheese was a weird choice for a classroom snack. Actually, come to think about it who the fuck just carried around cheese? It went badly really quickly without refrigeration and wasn’t even good by itself. You put cheese in other things to make it taste better, not just carting around giant chunks of the stuff. Still, in a school where you had egomaniacs and rampaging psychopaths running around a crippling cheese addiction was very low on the list of ‘worst traits’.

Short.

Another easy one. The redhead was not very physically imposing, frankly, and the drum she carried around with her all the time was almost as big as she was. Oh, drum. That was a word, too, and totally fit in with the whole ‘one word’ thing they were required to do. Easy peasy.

Drum.

Another glance up saw Carmim staring off at someone or another with visible frustration showing on her face. Elena didn’t bother to follow the other girl’s gaze, largely because it would be completely fucking obvious if she turned her entire head around and draw attention from most of the room in the process. It wasn’t something he particularly wanted to happen, so she just stayed put and continued to try and rub the sleep out of her eyes as she wrote the last word down. This one only described the girl for the moment, but this was a ‘getting to know you’ exercise and not a ‘psychoanalysis of their soul’ thing and it wasn’t like the majority of her list was exactly the highest quality of effort at the moment anyway.

Upset.

They weren’t supposed to talk for five minutes, and Elena followed that direction even if the people around her weren’t. She was too damn tired to deal with the extra shit of being singled out, so she would just let others take the attention of the professor for the moment and just wait and hope she managed to wake up a bit more before the class ended. Thus far she had managed to at least avoid nodding off, so hopefully that good luck streak continued.

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The coin kept spinning rapidly on his table, making subtle noises that was barely perceptible over the low din of the classroom. Van Sange's eyes were studying his class, safely hidden behind his shades so the students didn't feel 'on the spot' when he was looking at them, but also no one could assume he wasn't looking at them. Right away, a lot of students didn't exactly adhere to his 'no talking' rule. At the very least, however, at least they didn't just ask their partners for the answer, which was something Van Sange could live with. [break][break]

His eyes traveled to the dark haired boy with the resting murder face and the fox faunus with expressive ears. Qiu'li was definitely someone Van Sange had obviously seen and heard of before in the faculty records. He was a sleeper agent, never in the spotlight of being exceptional, but definitely above average. He had always scored somewhat higher than average in most combat operations, and his mental profiling was solid as well, perhaps a bit too solid judging from his vocabulary and somewhat lack of comprehension skills. But the kid had good spirit, and had done a daring rescue not too long back, risking his own life to save his undeserving comrade's life. That was something Van Sange could commend.[break]
His partner, the faunus known as Niraya, was a bit of a concern. All of her records were around average or slightly above, positive all around. Perhaps some issues with her social skills or teamwork, which was understandable as she was a faunus. She even had a very versatile semblance involving ice, and skill in forgery and robotics. A very impressive all-around figure, and yet... Her record was quite... lacking. She had not done anything of note, even though by completely objective reasoning she would prove to be very useful. And yet her record was mostly blank. He made a note to keep an eye on her so he could identify the reasoning behind that, and if he could help fix that.[break][break]

His gaze then traveled onwards to a more familiar face. Carmim Clover was a spitting image of her mother, albeit with obvious differences. She had a stellar record, both in terms of practicals and on her psych profile records. The model student in a way. Van Sange couldn't help a twitch of the corner his lips with some measure of pride and sadness. Her uncle would've be proud to see how far she has come.[break]
And next to her, the sleepy girl who had answered his question. She seemed to be the only one, along with Carmim, to have followed his request to the very dot, not uttering a single word. Elena Thorne was also somewhat of a sleeper, literally in this case. Perhaps one of highest potentials in terms of semblance in the entire academy, yet she had never particularly stood out in terms of excelling. Very consistent, very reliable, very effective, but never a spotlighter. Yet, at least... Unless you counted that one time she made unofficial headlines where she made traps along with a snake faunus, and it was so effective that it ended the class in 10 seconds after she made a giant student actually do a walk out. This time, Van Sange couldn't help the grin that stretched across his face at the memory of it. He had watched the entirety of the ten minute clip of her and the snake boy digging holes, putting their backs into it, only for a ten second empty victory. He had actually considered phoning up Doc for sedatives given how loud and long he had been laughing at that.[break][break]

And then his eyes moved t- Was that girl crying? Were both those girls crying?[break][break]

Van Sange zeroed in on the blonde haired girl known as Evangeline, the so-called princess sunshine of haven, and Aegle. Both of them were halflings, both of them had similar issues on their records and both held moderate potential that was, as of yet, untapped. The two seemed to be having some kind of emotional breakdown, or reconciliation judging by how it looked. Maybe he should invite both of them to a session with him so he could learn what was going on and mediate. That was part of his job description, wasn't it? It'd be more entertaining than his usual run of the mill clientele, with students coming in to complain about their terrible love life, or how they were scared of this or that, or how they wanted to be let out of the basement. Yawn. [break][break]

The clock clattered onto its side finally, the sound echoing in the mostly quiet room as Van Sange's grin returned. "Time's up. I hope all of you got accurate readings of your friends, because you're gonna need them. Now, I'm going to divide you lot into groups of four pairs. Group one is going to have..." Van Sange paused, checking his scroll for the listings. [break]
"Evan and Aegle, Coolee and Niraya, Carmim and Elena and finally, Reginald and Turtle." He raised his eyes, finding the last two. A somewhat chubby boy with a constipated face, and a skinny boy in a green hoodie. He checked their profiles and saw that, compared to the other 3 pairs, these boys were bottom-of-the-barrel. Below average on every stat. He didn't expect them to survive past the first minute.[break][break]

Van Sange continued to list out the second and third group, before he then said, "Alright, groups, follow me please. We're going outside to the training compound." He said, grabbing a large briefcase and waiting until the students packed up and got up before walking out the door, leading the students. [break]
"If any of you need to dip out to grab your weapons, do it now and run to catch up. We'll head there at a leisurely pace." He called out to the students as he led them through the hallways, and outside. True to his word, Van Sange led at an easy pace, allowing any student who had to fetch their weapons to run to their storage, and come back in time. [break][break]

Five minutes later, they were standing outside in front of the training compound. A circular boundary had been marked into the hard, flat dirt, equally measuring 25 meters end to end from any point in the circular boundary. There were four X's drawn near the edges of the circle, about a meter from the edge, equidistant from the other Xs. Enough space to have range, yet close enough to be packed. [break]
"Group one, please step forward and line up." He said, waiting until the students were lined up side by side. Two students were peculiarly missing, the Reginald and Turtle boys. Van Sange shook his head, and decided to proceed without them. [break]
"Alright, rules are simple. You and your buddy are one a team, and you fight with the other teams in your group. Last group standing wins. Step outside of the boundary, and you're out. Either of your auras get knocked below 30%? Out. Simple, right? Oh, before I forget, there's one other condition..." Van Sange was grinning menacingly at this point, as he brought up his briefcase and unclasped it, letting it open up by gravity. A pile of handcuffs fell out of the briefcase as soon as it opened, falling onto the ground in a series of clinking noises.[break][break]

"You and your partner will have one of your wrists cuffed to the other's. If the cuffs come off, or the chain breaks, either by your intention or your opponent's intent, you're out. Grab one from the pile and put them on, decide quick who gets what hand cuffed." Van Sange said, chucking his empty briefcase off to the side before clasping both hands over his cane, planting it into the ground in front of him, waiting for the group one members to follow his instructions. The cuffs were solid metal, weighing at just about a kilogram, with a 30.4 centimeters of chain length between the cuffs. He would wait until the students had cuffed themselves, before gesturing to the field.[break][break]

"Alright, now pick one of the X spots as your starting place and stand ready." Van Sange announced, waiting for the students to do so. He wondered who out of these prominent pairs would come out on top. His money was on Elena and Carmim, as both of them had powerful ranged semblances, but Qiu'li could force them into melee should Niraya be able to keep up. It was also a sunny cloudless afternoon, with almost no shadows on the field aside from the ones cast by the students themselves, although given the time, the shadows stretched slightly longer than the actual height of the students, so he didn't know how effective Elena would be. Evangeline and Aegle were definitely the underdogs in this scenario.[break][break]

Once the students had taken their spot, with the Group 1 pairs in position, and the group 2 and 3 pairs all spectating from behind Van Sange, who also stood a good distance away from the circle, he brought out his pocket watch and looked at it. "You guys do have a time limit, so we can finish this class before next tuesday, so don't think about stalling it out. Think quick, fight quicker." He said with a grin. And then, the next statement, Van Sange said very quickly and very suddenly, in such a general way that it would almost no doubt catch the students off-guard.[break][break]

"Also, there's only one key to the handcuffs and only the winning pair gets them, ready set Go!" He clapped the stopwatch closed and tapped his cane on the ground, beginning the fight.[break][break]

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