[Lucian Van Sange]

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A long yawn came from Van Sange, displaying how disconcertingly wide his mouth could open. As usual, he was lounging on the chair behind the teacher's desk, his feet propped up on the desk with a casualness that was a stark contrast from his colleague Shadecloak. Whereas the faunus was strict and rigid, Van Sange came off as much more... liquid. He was dressed in his usual full red ensemble, everpresent shades covering his eyes and his hat pulled low over his face. A coffee mug sat on the desk, the brown liquid within still steaming, the words "Remnant's Best Dad" written on one side of the mug, although the last word had two extra letters written on it with what looked like a sharpie. Van Sange looked at his cup and let out a low snort of humor. He liked to call it Schrodinger's Cup. Was it coffee? Was it some exceptionally strong alcohol? Was it neither? Was it both? Only drinking it would tell. And funnily enough, that analogy was very fitting for the class. Many had a reputation for performing well, many had a reputation for fucking up. Some had both. Some had neither. Schrodinger's Class. [break][break]

The classroom itself was one of the usual classrooms, albeit arranged differently. Instead of the usual one-student desks set in rows and columns, this class had several long tables, arranged in a U shape, the opening of the U being towards the front of the class with the glass whiteboard and the teacher's desk. All the chairs were on the outside of the U shape, so every student would have an easy view of each other, the teacher and the board.[break][break]

Van Sange was amusing himself by flicking what looked like an empty casing of a high caliber rifle round in his hands, flicking it up like it was a coin, catching it every time with barely a fleck of attention towards it. Then again, with his orange mirror coated shades, it was nigh impossible to tell what Van Sange was looking at or paying attention to. But once most of the class had gathered, Van Sange would swing his feet off the desk, one at a time, each foot clacking against the floor as the heels of his shoes connected with the floor.[break][break]

He stood up, stretched his neck a little bit, grabbed his walking cane, then proceeded to walk out to the front of the class, at the head of the U-shape.[break]
" G'day students." He said in his usual drawl, a smile on his face made somewhat sinister by the fact that his eyes were hidden. [break]"Welcome to your first day as members of class red. Now, I want to begin this class by stating one important fact." He paused, whether for dramatic flair, or just to observe the class to see if they were paying attention, it was hard to tell. But he continued after a few moments had passed.[break][break]

"All of you in this class right now, you probably know each other. Many of you have prior meetings and relationships. Well, I want to start by saying; If any of you have any issues with each other, any feuds or sword-measuring gone wrong... Forget it. As of this moment, all of you are comrades. I don't need you to like each other, I don't need you to love each other, I don't need you to make little huntsman babies. What I need is for you cups of ketchup to be able to survive with each other. As I'm sure some of you are keenly aware..." He paused here again, somewhat pointedly this time, before continuing, "Your teammates can mean the difference between coming back home in one piece, or not coming back home at all. So I don't need a bloody edgelord who thinks he's too cool for teammates fucking up the chemistry in this class. From this point on, everyone in this class must work together, hunt together, learn together, eat together, sleep together, shi- ... breathe together. Point is, you're all now members of a whole. And if one wheel of the shopping cart is going rogue, then absolutely no one is going to be have a fun time, and that includes me, the man shoving the shopping cart." Van Sange paused, before shifting his position, so he had one leg crossed over the other, leaning on his cane as he surveyed the class.[break][break]

"If you're not a people person, then I have great news for you lad, or lady. This is a class. It's where you learn things. So learn... to not be an arse to your fellows, because those same people might need to decide between safety, or risking their life for the one person who responded to 'Hello' with an entire manifesto of why they despise your existence. And here's the real catch; if they chose the former, there would be less blame. No one is going to think, 'Oh he was an utter seagull but you still should've taken a bullet for him.' No, they're gonna be thinking, 'He wouldn't have done the same, so it's not that bad.'" Van Sange said straightening up again and turning his head to both the left and the right sides of the class, surveying all of the students in the room.[break][break]

"And finally, because I'm both your class teacher and the counselor for this academy, if I get any reports or complaints about one of you doing exactly what I told you not to do... Well, lets just say we're gonna be having a long talk in my office, and you might be barred from future assignments." He said, the wide grin now on his face completely opposite of the seriousness with which he was talking.[break][break]

He turned back, walking back to his desk, grabbed his coffee mug and turned back around to the class. He leaned back to half-stand against the teacher's desk, taking a sip from his coffee, a tiny grimace coming to his lips. Oh yeah, definitely both. He then looked back at the class and said, "I'm gonna be having all of you in this classroom every weekday, at this time, eight to ten. So, now that we are all clear on the "Don'ts" and "Definitely Don'ts", lets begin the class with some introductions. Your name, your hometown, what you're good at, what you suck at and why you want to become a huntsman."[break][break]

He pointed at himself, a gesture that he would start off as an example, before saying, "I'm Lucian Van Sange, otherwise just known as Professor Van Sange. I'm an ex-bounty hunter turned teacher from Vacuo, used to be an ace in the hole with my rifle, still a damn good shot right now, I suck at liking idiots and I became a huntsman for the money. Now, one of you go." He said, crossing his arms and observing the class with the usual menacing smile plastered on his pale face.[break][break]

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[Aurelian Belebast]

Eyes Closed. Breath Heavy.

Shakes Hands. Jumping. Once, Twice.

"Come on Aurelian. We traveled half the world getting here."

Heavy Breath.

Heavier.

Weighted.

Eyes Open.

"Okay. Let's do this."

His words rolled with fury and a long smile birthed as Aurelian looked into the mirror. He inspected with vigorous care from his room. The mirror reflected it all. Or, the lack thereof. A small half of a toothbrush sat at his hand, a sidelined shampoo and conditioner bottle layered atop one another, filled mostly with just air. Aurelian's hair was a mane of drenched drizzle, he dragged his fingers between blades of hair, slipping down and than flicking it out before shaking his whole head like some untamed dog.He turned around, grabbing his towel and turning on his feet, scrubbing vigorously f his face. His pierced stare glowered and glared into the mirror. He didn't like seeing it. It scared him. His body was filled with joy and eager excitement but his eyes told some dark foreboding.  He resigned, grabbing a small marker and drawing large round circles into the mirror where his eyes were. "Better. Sorta." He replied to his reflection, stretching a little as he took in a few more heavy breaths. "Right. Let's get to Br..." He paused, his voice became a repeated wheeze as he looked at his watch. "I... I forgot Daylight Saving didn't I..."

He moved with the speed of a cheetah but with the grace of a brick, three times his body careened and smashed into the side of his rooms wall, his clones forming and moving with reckless abandon, his Aura a brilliant flash as he scattered around looking through baskets of ripped and shredded clothing, "Where are they!?" He cried, kicking a basket as he and his clones quickly made a mess of his room, he had his uniform organized hanging up on his roof but a makeshift hanger, but that wasn't what he cared for. "Come on, I know I stored it somewhere in here! What sorta wannabe Hunter would I be if-" His words cut short in a blast of motion as he turned on a heel, one of his clones mute and deaf raised Duo Quartet from underneath his mattress, Aurelian bounced and bounded, jumping and snatching the guns from mid air as he once more crashed, giving a few rapid kisses to his guns as he looked to his uniform, a snatch of his fingertips as he ripped if from the twine and thread and with practiced motion got dressed and readied. 

Than he moved like a flash.

Late, Late, Late.

Late, Late, Late!

Late, Late, Late for class!

The words repeated. A constant deaf noise in the back of his mind as he turned corner, cut through bush and grass pacing adn sprinting along the cobbled groundwork before finally arriving, heavy brow of sweat lathered against his brow. He wasn't late. Hell he was cutting it close, but he'd managed to avoid being late on the first day and that's all that mattered to him. He straightened himself up, he rolled down the collars, slipped his fingers underneath his cuffs and took in one, last final breath.

"Today. Today we learn to kill the Lion."

He walked with precision, a fierce glare glazed and swam across the entire classroom a long grin beamed and juxtaposed as he walked down towards the class. He knew where he belonged, taking himself a middle seat in the U Shape, Right Side, Third Seat in the middle. It's where he belonged. Not so studious as to be in the front, but not so rebellious to be in the back. That healthy half-way point. But it didn't matter, hie knowledge slipped and his own mind was plagued and ruined. Sharp words crossed his mind, his vision and glare drawn and snapped at attention as he looked to the front of the classroom.

He Demands my Attention.

That single line told him everything. A gittiness formed at his lips as they curled and upturned, he recognized the accent. Vacuoan. But it didn't matter. He wasn't even taking notes. He just paid attention, the way the man flowed and rolled, the way he commanded everyone and everything. It was a breathtaking sight as Aurelian followed along. 

Aurelian bounded up. He offered himself up first to the Teacher's project, peeling himself form his chair as his lips tucked between themselves, he moved to the front of the class. He was one of the, 'Don't know each other' Part of the class, a fresher faced student who'd only managed to even get to Mistral a day prior. But he didn't care. He took in a deep breath, he looked down, his mane and hair dropped down as it covered his face, long strands of black accentuated at the tips with tinged scarlet. His breath was audible, a long, drawn out thing. It was an awkward thirty seconds before he talked, pulling himself up, straightened and his Aura flared, his hand rolled with a wave, four distinct after effects of white followed behind. "Greetings." It finally came, the sharp stare, that piercing gaze like a spear through the heart looked and waded over the classroom with unintentional malice, a long birthed smile stretched along. He put his hand to his chest, "My name is Aurelian Belebast of Vacuo, sorry to say but I come from Humble Beginnings, I don't really have any special talents I don't think. I suppose, if I was to say I suck at anything it's keeping thing's organized." He smiled and chuckled, trying to break the ice with the class his words thick with humor, "Hell, took me three boats and crossing every other continent just to get here..." He paused for a brief second. That sort of instance where a heart could stop, the length of time it took for a bullet to rupture flesh, the same instance it took for him to turn from delightfully nervous, to calculatingly determined. His face shifted, his eyes stayed frozen in place like something forgotten to time as his sharp features became inclined to fierceness, his posture shifted, straightened, became that step away from aggressive. "And I want to be a hunter. I've heard people tell me that we are to Grimm like a Sheep is to a Lion." He inhaled. He exhaled. Dark. Forceful. Cruel.

"Well. I'm here to be a sheep that Kill's Lion's."

With that said, a softness formed at his features, his smile became more heartfelt as he looked to his teacher, gave a short half bow than proceeded to return to his seat, a keenness in his stare at the rest of the class.

[Kishka Burzanova]

KISHKA BURZANOVA

Fuck this shit. Fuck this class. She didn't want to be there. She hated most of the people in the room. Nik and Eva, she didn't mind. But it was like Aegle had otherwise handpicked people to make her miserable. It wouldn't have been as bad if she'd have picked Argent too. But she hadn't. She explicitly chose not to pick Argent. And for that, Kishka was determined to make her pay. Somehow, some way. But then she'd also picked the booze fiend idiot from their mission together, the annoying red dwarf, the one-armed bitch with a hate-on for Holly, fucking Prince, the glue-guzzling gorilla barbarian, and that asshole Moon guy who tried to lecture her in the group chat. Aside from them, there were a handful of nobodies she'd literally never seen before. Great. Meanwhile, Colton was an okay captain, who had Argent, Holly, Rose, Niraya, and Theia on his team, which would have more than made up for him also having that asshole Ume, and big-dumb-and-beef-brained Asterion. She was mad. It was a petty reason to be mad, but she was a fairly petty person. Yeah, she'd said some hurtful shit to Aegle, but it had all been in the kid's best fucking interest- truth hurt. Then she went and repaid her by isolating her from all of her friends? Her fucking boyfriend? So when Van Sange got on his spiel about working together, and the power of teamwork, and all that bullshit, she found it a little hard to suppress a snort, even as her eyes never once wavered from their glare, staring across the semi-circular seating arrangement at the shitty little team captain wannabe. She didn't deserve leadership. Not like Kishka did. She didn't work for that shit. The red-clad idiot propping his legs on a desk had given her the title as a fucking joke. There was no other explanation. But fuck it. If that was the shitshow circus Haven Academy wanted to sponsor, she'd play along. It only made her mad, and getting mad was something that had historically always pushed her to the edge, forced her to get stronger. Not that she needed to be any stronger to kick Aegle's ass. Icebreaker introductions began, because of course this was a fucking grade school class, Van Sange went first, and she rolled her eyes at his "liking idiots" line. And raised an eyebrow at his reason for being a Huntsman. Not that it surprised her. Still. Bold of him to admit that to a class that was largely filled with "I wanna be a hewo!" types. Next guy went next, and she could frankly not give any less of a shit, but when he finished, she stood up. Best to just get it over with. "Kishka Burzanova. Mistral. I'm a Sanctum Graduate, skilled tactician, and I'm probably the best with my weapon in this room. I don't play well with others, and I also suck at liking idiots." She glanced pointedly at Aegle. "I'm a Huntress because it's what I'm good at." She sat down and returned to her glaring, after such a rousing and disinterested introduction. In truth? She was a Huntress because she wanted to get out of Bel's shadow. But nobody needed to know that. Except for maybe Nik, who would undoubtedly be the only one who would know about that. Why should she get all buddy-buddy with these losers? She was the rightful team captain, and she didn't want any of these fuckers on her team. This fucking sucked.

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[Nasrin Golbahar]

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The faint sound of a muffled radio blaring angry punk music at full volume would indicate to everyone in the dorm that Nasrin had woken up. Or at least, she would have in theory. In reality she had buried her scroll beneath a pile of pink blankets and pillows to muffle the noise enough that she was able to sleep through it. She always did this, setting her alarm at the appropriate time in the morning and then proceeding to ignore it for as long as she could possibly manage. She was not all that worried about getting to class on time or anything of the sort, and the people living next to her learned that first hand. [Break]
But, eventually she did wake up, rolling from the mattress that she kept on the floor rather than bed frame and flopping onto the floor with a groan. Mornings sucked. School sucked. Every day she was reminded of one of the best reasons she had had for dropping out of school in her younger years, getting to sleep in. But now that she was at Haven waking up before noon was becoming an annoying trend, and one that she hoped would end when her team won the exhibition. [Break]
Nasrin laid on the floor staring at the ceiling for a while before she finally shut off the alarm and silenced the music that came with it. Then the morning routine truly began. Nasrin was one who cared about her looks to a point where getting ready each morning was a lengthy ordeal of showering, shaving her legs and underarms, eating a quick and usually very easy to make breakfast, like cereal, and then spending easily an hour more doing her makeup and hair to get them looking just right. Makeup was something she enjoyed though she would never admit to such, and she took cares to make it as natural looking as possible. All she did was subtle improvements to get face, things that someone unaware of the nuances of makeup would be unable to notice. Fighting her hair into place was also time consuming, but much less so than makeup. [Break][Break]

Once she was clean and ready, getting dressed was quick as most of her clothes were very similar and all of them conformed to the exact style that she chose to present to the people around her. Today, for class introductions or whatever the hell their instructor was planning, Nasrin wore a darker pink pullover hoodie overtop of a sports bra, not bothering with a shirt, and a pair of ripped jean short shorts. It was a good combo, and one that perfectly displayed how little effort she wanted people to think she put into getting ready. [Break]
From there it was a quick matter of grabbing her scroll and Rascal, running down the stairs and skating out onto school grounds. She would be late regardless of how quickly she skated, so this morning she decided it would be fun to make the most of the trip and take a few detours along the way. It was a good diversion, one of the few she had time for in the mornings, and it helped her get more used to Rascal Light and skating without wheels. [Break][Break]

But, about ten minutes late, Nasrin arrived to the homeroom carrying rascal under her stump and absently messing around on her scroll. So distracted was she that she nearly walked directly past Jackie who was anxiously standing beside the door waiting for.. something. As usual it was difficult to tell what, but Nasrin figured it was probably some silly worry that the other girl had.[Break]
”Hey! Don't know what you're waiting for but I think we're late, yeah? Cmon in, probably some stupid get to know each other thing that teach wants us to do. Best to get it fucking over with.” Nasrin walked in a moment or two later, Jackie in tow, and headed to the seat farthest from where the instructor had placed his desk. There weren't many options given how he'd chosen to arrange the tables in the room, but the seat directly opposite Van Sange seemed appropriate. She pulled her chair out just as Kishka finished what sounded like some sort of introduction. Sounded like about as much of an asshole as one who was friends with Holly ought to be. [break][break]

Before sitting down, mostly out of a desire to get it out of the way before she went and got all comfy, Nasrin interrupted whoever had been about to speak, calling out across the class in a dismissive tone while she floated Rascal back and forth across the desk in front of her. [Break]
”Names Nasrin Golbahar, I protect people and sometimes smack shit with rascal. Don't have a ranged weapon but I figure that's what you all are for, yeah? You shoot shit and I protect you from getting your ass plowed into next week by a grimm. I'm here cause I wanna break the system that oppresses all of us, and this seems like a good fucking way to get there.” Then she finally sat down, leaning all the way back with her chair on only two legs as she put her feet up on the desk. Or rather Rascal, which was still floating over the desk in front of her.

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability D, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

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This felt strangely familiar. Right, it felt like the first day of introductions in Shadecloak's class. His first introduction to what a 'classroom' setting was. It always felt so unnatural. So technical. It was weird, learning about things to apply in the field, or to promote concepts that Qiu'li would struggle to figure out where to categorize as important or non-important. The sounds of crashing and things being thrown around in one room, and the loud blaring of music in another. It was a chaotic morning, but one that Qiu'li would simply proceed through per usual: Wake up before sunrise, jog to the training areas (or create one himself), meditate and reflect, then proceed with practicing strikes and general physique training to maintain his body's shape, then return to his room by daybreak in order to wash up, change, and perform the daily activities.
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At the very least, he was dressed in the uniform after all of this time spent trying to figure it out. Unfortunately, Qiu'li disliked how tight the buttons were, and kept it unbuttoned for the most part... Along with his dress shirt. He disliked the sleeves as well, and since he couldn't really rip them off like he did with Mika, he opted for the alternative of rolling them up just above his elbows and leaving it at that. Staring at the mirror in his room, Qiu'li practiced making various facial expressions, all of which ended in failure as it merely returned to his natural glare and permanent resting face. Well, it was worth a try at least. Once he finished, Qiu'li would conclude his morning routine with the final words to the mirror in his native language before leaving.
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Sitting near the center but not quite at the back, Qiu'li was a comfortable spot that just so happened to be the closest seat he saw upon entering the room. He didn't really complain about seats. They were just that. Seats. Therefore, there was no point in trying to be nitpickey about it. Upon sitting down and preparing for the class, he gazed around. Most, if not everyone here, he had met and spoken to at least once. At least that was a plus for him, to say the least. There was Aegle, Alexandros, Nikolas, Ruqa, and... Evangeline. His eyes were fixated upon her immediately as he watched her. Her bouncy hair and how it swayed side-to-side, the way her smile seems to sparkle up her immediate surroundings, and the way her voice carried in it's light tone that made him instinctively gulp.
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It wasn't until the professor began speaking, did he peel his eyes away from her and focus on the professor, who began the introductions and placed emphasis on 'teamwork'. After what he had experienced thus far, Qiu'li was very open to the concept of it. Working in teams made things smoother, and as a cohesive unit, they were able to achieve things that one person could not do alone. That much was very obvious. In a world where everyone bands behind one common enemy, that much seemed pretty obvious, right? As Qiu'li had experienced firsthand, that wasn't, and there were definitely people that did not get along, like one such brown, short-haired bastard that always seemed to make it his job to pick a fight with himself. In the eloquent words of one student that he passed by one day and later learned the meaning of in a textbook, 'what the fuck dude?'
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Ah. Some introductions again. It wasn't like he minded it, but being put on the spot always made him nervous during these types of things. While he had gotten used to speaking up more often, his confidence in how he presented himself to others... Needed work. It was strange. He got what he wanted, but in doing so, he created more weaknesses for himself. No, that's wrong- It was more like he discovered ones that he didn't even know he had. Regardless, his task was simple: His name, his hometown, his strength, weakness, and purpose for becoming a Huntsman. The first to go was... Aurelian. Someone he had met and helped out some time ago. He was a strange fellow, whose eyes didn't match the lower half of his face, but was able to produce a full smile at will. Touching his pouch, Qiu'li felt the iron nail spike that Aurelian had gave him and listened to his introduction. Next went... Kishka? Her surname sounded familiar, almost uncannily like Nikolas'. Perhaps there was some relation? Eh, Qiu'li couldn't tell. The concept of surnames were foreign to him, coming from Luoya, but there was almost always something to learn when it came to that. Her level of confidence was starkingly high, to say the least- the fact that she outwardly stated that she didn't get along well with others was a bit troubling, but his gaze towards her said nothing before he prepared himself to say next.
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Suddenly, the door swung open, and the familiar pink-haired female by the name of Nasrin and an unfamiliar face strode into the classroom. Brash and flash, just as he had first met her. "My name is Q-" before he could get four words out, the pink-haired one spoke up and started her introduction. Huh. Well, she was louder than him by any stretch of the imagination, so it would be no surprise that everyone's attention would be clamoured to her. Nasrin was simply one who spoke her mind when she wanted, and he didn't hold any type of animosity towards her. At the very least, she didn't try to insult him on a daily basis so there was that. Then again, it was a... How did they call it.. 'Low bar to clear?' In any case, once she was finished, the raven-haired man would clear his throat and continue. "My name is Qiu'li. From Luoya village in Forever Fall. I can travel quickly." Qiu'li scratched his head as he hesitated to follow up with his second part. "Speaking common language here is still of great difficulty for me. I apologize for being of huge burden, and will try to correct it to the best of my ability. I am desiring to become Huntsman to hopefully obtain an answer to a question that I have been in pursuit of." He lowered his head for a bit and spoke up before taking a seat.
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"May we get along for the future."

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WC: 1075 TWC: 1075
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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D
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Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E
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Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E
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Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
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Dragon's Roar II (Utility Tool) | Rank E

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[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

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Evangeline woke up early, and as always, started it off with her usual routine. Brush her teeth, take a shower, brush her hair, do some stretches, put on her uniform, spend time applying minimal make up. The white shirt and checkered black skirt of the Haven uniform was as prim and proper on her as ever, clean and ironed. School bag check, scroll check, Lis Fleurissant check, everything seemed ready to go.

Just as she opened her door and was about to step out, turning around for the last cursory glance into her room, her eyes landed on something sitting on her desk. She paused, before closing the door and walking over to her desk. Despite her having cleaned it to get rid of all the dirt and mud that it had collected in the midterms, the smell of the detergent could not erase the lingering smell that seemed to be woven into the very fabric. A smell that reminded her of the forest, green and alive.

She picked up the red sash, staring at it, running a thumb over the worn fabric absently. She should probably give it back... But he had other sashes. And he hadn't asked for it back. They had talked a bit more since that day via their scrolls, although not much since Qiu'li wasn't really comfortable with messaging on the scrolls yet. But whatever they had talked about, he hadn't mentioned or brought up the topic of the sash.

Debating internally for a few seconds, she finally decided and, quickly and deftly, began to wrap the sash around the length of her left arm, from elbow to hand, almost like a brace or arm wrappings. Criss-crossing it around the thumb to ensure proper locomotion of her fingers, she deftly managed to tie the final knot in place and stick it underneath the sash. It looked good on her, her left arm covered in what looked like red wrappings, covering the more prominent black lines on her wrist and elbows. Although it wasn't her intention, she smiled to herself as she looked down at it, realizing the more romantic musing behind this. It was somewhat poetic that something from him would help cover her insecurities. Even without him physically behind here, he was protecting her in some way or form.

With all that settled, she pulled the sleeves of her shirt back down, so the red sash was mostly out of sight except for the part of it going around her palm, as she briskly made her way to the classroom. Evangeline was always very punctual, so she made it to class fairly early, before most others had gotten there. She claimed the second seat on the right wing of the U, the seat next to her later being claimed by someone with a very intense glower on his face. She spent some time chatting with people she knew and was familiar with; many of her friends were in this class, until the professor finally decided to begin the class.

While Van Sange was speaking, Evangeline paying attention to him like a model student should, she couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at her. A small frown of confusion came to her brows as her eyes flicked around the room. Aegle wasn't looking at her, neither was Carmim. Kishka was definitely glaring, but not at her. Finally, her eyes landed on a pair of dark, intense eyes across the classroom from her, on the opposite arm of the U. Her breath caught and her heart almost skipped a beat, the small furrow of her brows instantly fading away to mild surprise. She blinked, her parted lips closing, teeth catching the bottom lip nervously as she gave Qiu'li a shy smile, raising her right hand to give him a subtle wave, keeping her left hand hidden underneath the table, not ready to show Qiu'li the sash yet.

Van Sange demanded team work and chemistry, both of which Evangeline was very good at. He ended his instructions with an objective for everyone to introduce themselves. Evangeline would've gone first, but the glowering guy next to her stood up and went first, introducing himself as Aurelian Belebast. Her eyes went over to him, as did most of the class's since he was introducing himself after all. When he was done and sat back down, if he happened to look at Evangeline next to him, she would give him a polite and friendly smile, before turning her attention back to the next person introducing themselves, who happened to be Kishka.

Evangeline flashed a bright smile at Kishka at her bragging, self confidence was a very good thing to have after all, but her smile faltered and was replaced with some questioning confusion as Kishka made a pointed backhanded remark towards Aegle. Evangeline's eyes would flick between the two, and if either of them met Evangeline's eyes, there would be a questioning look in them, as if she was silently asking about what that was about.

Nevertheless, the class was silent for a few moments, mainly because some latecomers had join the classroom at this point, Evangeline's eyes went back to Qiu'li, seeing he was mentally preparing himself. Qiu'li had a little tell whenever he was preparing himself. The man's monk-training was evident, so Evangeline noticed now and connected the dots, of how he would always seem like he was looking inwards, before taking a short breath to steel himself. Just as he was about to speak however, one of the latecomers interrupted him, and Qiu'li seemed to deflate from his preparation. Evangeline's eyes turned to the girl who was speaking, a student named Nasrin. Evangeline's eyes widened momentarily when she noticed that Nasrin only had one arm. Her left limbs suddenly felt somewhat leaden, and Evangeline looked away, nervously biting her lips once more.

Once Nasrin was done, Qiu'li resumed his introduction, and Evangeline couldn't help but let her lips curl up into a soft smile that consisted of both admiration and encouragement. She would beam at Qiu'li once he was done, before standing up for her own turn.
"Good morning!" She began with a happy greeting and a bright smile. "My name is Evangeline Lyz de Verre! I come from 'zee Kingdom of Atlaz. I'm good at playing 'zee music, marksmanzhip and helping people. If you ever need any help, feel free to ask me! I'm not very good at some 'zings, like physical work, but I will try my best to help you! I want to be a huntress because I want to protect people, and fight for what iz right." She said, looking around the classroom, the bright smile still on her face, excitement and cheerfulness visible on her face. If one looked closely, it would seem like Evangeline's eyes, which were normally a sapphire blue, seemed to be cycling through hues of many different colors, different parts of her iris turning into different colors randomly and abruptly. Those who knew her well enough already would know that that was simply a sign of her being very excited, or anxious, or both. Nevertheless, she ended her introduction with a, "Pleased to meet you all." and a small curtsy, before sitting back down.

She pulled her scroll out of her bag as the next person would go for their turn, glancing at Qiu'li before quickly tapping out a message. She sent him the message with a tap on the send button, which read, "Lunch together?"
She hesitated for a moment with her next message... It was a tad... saucy. Almost tantalizing. A picture like this wasn't one she would be sending. It would be a scandal if anyone ever found out Evangeline was sending such pictures to people. But she decided to go through with it, and sent him the picture right after the message, following up with, "We're team mates now after all ;] "

She then set her scroll down and smiled to herself, amused, looking over to see what Qiu'lis reaction would be.

[Alexandros Skouriá]

Another day. The same, but different -- that's how these sorts of things went.

Alexandros awoke early, before the sun had risen, as he tended to do; as with all days, it would begin his routine of a prolonged run, some simple stretches and exercise, six laps in Haven's enormous swimming pool, then a shower and small breakfast. In the boy's mind it didn't seem like much, and rather critically lacked any sort of downtime to meditate or concentrate on his forms for both brawling and shooting, but these gaps were often looked after elsewhere. While it was certainly true that Alex woke and got himself out of bed rather early, his actual 'waking' from it all was an entirely different beast. The running and swimming were out of necessity just as much as they were for his own physical and mental benefit, as without them the young Skouriá had a habit of staying sluggish -- not a problem for a weekend or any sort of time off, but far more damning when a ready mind mattered most.

Still, that was all quite beside the point. Alexandros was awake, and had gone through his routine, and was ready for another day, which would almost assuredly be the same, but different, as these sorts of things really did seem to go.

Haven's uniform wasn't nearly as comfortable as his usual outfit; Alex wore the black outer jacket loose and open, sleeves pushed up to just below his elbows which gave ample room for his plated gloves to sit comfortably on each arm. There was always a chance that wearing his gloves would be seen as a violation of the school's dress code, but the boy didn't care enough not to wear them. Beneath the jacket, typically, was a rather plain white undershirt, though Alexandros wore instead a white button-up dress shirt.
If he was going to be uncomfortable, he'd at least be uncomfortable on his own terms.

The layout of the room was set in a highly specific way, like a rectangle without one of its sides. The purpose, of course, was quite obvious, as the seating arrangement would allow for all of the students of Van Sange's red class to direct their attention not only to the man himself out ahead, but to one another around the sharply angular loop. Alexandros found himself remembering an ancient myth told to him in his childhood by his father, of a great ancient king and his faithful knights who made council at a round table, making all present equal in one another's eyes. It was a story of great camaraderie and loyalty and -- perhaps, if only ever-so-slightly -- trust, and seemed in the young Skouriá's mind to be suitably appropriate given the circumstances surrounding Haven and its trainees. After all, the reason for this introductory class was plainly obvious, as the students who would be under the guidance of Aegle Verdant, herself under the guidance of Van Sange, would need to be able to cooperate; a huntsman or huntress had many tools, but teamwork was always their greatest.

Alexandros was seated not quite halfway down the table on his teacher's left, arms folded and attention directed right out to the front. The instructions seemed straight-forward and simple enough, little more than a quick introduction to try and place names to faces and better understand the sorts of value people placed upon themselves. Unsurprisingly, and more than just a little bit half-heartedly, Lucian Van Sange led the charge with some quick words of his own to set a precedent for the class. If his own intro was anything to go by, there didn't need to be any maddening revelations or terrible secrets revealed to get everybody comfortable with one another -- not at all like the midterm examination out in the forest, where the boy had opened up a part of himself that was always better closed. One particular point from his few words stuck out, however: the man considered his inability to 'like idiots' a weakness, which seemed fair enough, though the lack of tact surrounding the remark was more than enough to make Alex smirk.

A few others then gave their own introductions; of those that went before him, the young Skouriá really knew only of Qiu'li, and was otherwise 'meeting' his new colleagues for the first time. It seemed like a desire for purpose or to help others -- or just generally improve the quality of living for the people of the world -- was the common driving force behind most prospective hunters' choice to seek guidance under one of the academies, with, so far at least, one clear exception; Kishka Burzanova, as she had introduced herself, was instead a huntress because she claimed to be good at it. The boy nodded his head slightly -- perhaps it was for the best that some of the people at Haven already knew that they were capable fighters, rather than need the skill teased out of them.

Alexandros cleared his throat, looked up to Van Sange, then out to the rest of the room as he spoke thus:
"My name is Alexandros Skouriá," he said, "but all of you can just call me Alex, if you want. I grew up here in Mistral, in the Wind District. As for strengths and weaknesses, uhm... well, I-I suppose a stronger point would be that I'm dedicated to what I want to achieve, but a weaker point would be that, at the same time, I'm a bit impulsive and never quite certain of the best thing to be doing. I enrolled at the academy to try and make something meaningful of my life, or make the world a better place if I can; I'm here to one day save the people who don't have the power to save themselves, you could say."
Somebody has to be the hero, he mused. I just hope that 'somebody' is here.

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WC 992/992

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Those without wc I'm eyeballing and they can contest later for XP not granted if I lowballed.

Alex: 10

149 + 10 = 159

Eva: 10

435 + 10 = 445

Qiu'li: 10

13 + 10 = 23

Nasrin: 9

352 + 9 = 361

Kishka: 6

135 + 6 = 141

Aurelian: 7

68 + 7 = 75

Van Sange: 11

39 + 11 = 50