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[The Regal Rper]

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The Second Campus includes lush green gardens with many copses to surround the Academy, making this location a perfect place for various students to train individually or in teams. It is located at the back of DWMA on the west side where the West Wing and more prominent magical section prevails. It has been nicknamed by some of the more current generation as DWMA's 'backyard'.

The Second Campus itself, is not far from the outdoor field that is often used by all three curriculum by the West Wing.

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Second Campus stretches a full acre, 660 by 66 feet across. It has no Mythics within its location due to the feasibility of wild mythics being able to escape and cause public harm and property damage. It does provide the illusion of being shrouded by leaves the deeper one goes into its expanse however

 

[SavingStar]

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Aella Han
SteelShot​

Nigh three hours had passed since the teachers had been introduced by Professor Macson in his classroom. Since that time, students had come to be acquainted with herself,Apex, the werewolf alpha that was one of the more intense people that students could undergo training beneath, and the Kanker sisters, who would be teaching Psych 101-or something of the sort. Truth be told, Aella could not remember.

The woman with the golden hair currently sat up in one of the trees that occupied DWMA's Second Campus. She reclined on one of the sturdy branches, one leg bent and the other singing aback and forth as it hung from the tree nearly thirty feet in the air, her back braced upon the sturdy trunk of the large evergreen. She felt the bark poking itself into her back, trying in a futile attempt to wound her. There was a boom in her hand, most likely a rather drab novel of the romance genre that one of her more mundane friends had loaned her upon recommendation.

In the other hand rest Aella's signature cup of coffee, almost empty and in dire need of a refill. Truth be told, the female drank much more coffee than she should on a daily basis. While the normal human adult would drink maybe one or two, she drank almost 8 or 9 throughout a seven-hour period. She often wondered why it was that she could not yet discover a way to keep her mind at ease enough for her to receive a decent night's sleep. Perhaps this had something to do with it- though, if that were the truth, she was in for a rough rest of her life, as the daily ritual was the only thing keeping her (and many students) alive at this point, and she'd be damned to give it up this early in life.

Hearing distant footsteps approaching the campus, Aella slammed back the final few doses of her hot beverage. Releasing a light sigh as the light brown-stained cup separated from her pale lips, the instructor closed the hardcover in her left hand, offhandedly noting the number of the page that she had left off on, and inwardly criticizing the novel for being only a meager fourth of the way through its plot and having the two main characters already engaging in some poorly written sexual endeavor.

Abandoning both the book and the now empty mug in the spot where she had sat only seconds before, Aella pushed off from her perch on the tree and jumped down. Landing upon the hard-packed earth, a slight grunt of discomfort passed through her lips, the only given indicator that the rather rough impact had any sort of effect on her.

As she straightened out, the blonde took it upon herself to ensure that the grounds were to her liking before the students filed in for the day's lesson. If that's what you would even begin to call her plan.

After seemingly flitting from one end of the campus to the other, thoroughly inspecting each foot of the grounds for any imperfection or disturbance that could possibly have disrupted the flow of her planned exercise.

As the footsteps that she had heard minutes earlier began to grow louder and seemingly closer, Aella cast one final glance at the grounds, giving a small nod of silent approval to herself. There was a swift flash of light, and Aella's right arm had transformed into a curved blade, easily distinguished as the blade of the shotel, one of her weapon forms.

Giving herself a once-over, Aella reached up with her left hand to fix the tie that she was wearing, as well as to smooth out the wrinkles from her clothing. Rather than the neat green blazer that had been so neatly worn upon her body only hours ago, the blonde now donned a white button-down with a fitted black vest above it. Accompanying the garments was a pair of black leggings and combat boots. Strapped to her side, a sword sheathed within its scabbard. Hopefully, she would not need to use it today. Not, however, that she was allowed to.

When the students finally assembled within the boundaries of the second campus, the first thing that they would see was the absence of their teacher. Aella had up and disappeared. Where she had gine, nobody knew. She was supposed to be there already. Had there not been rules about the teacher being late?

Though, the absence of the female death scythe was soon overpowered by a crippling feeling of unease that seemed to wash over the courtyard like a tsunami. It was a very strong feeling, though in no way near the power of Apex's alpha wavelength. Though, it was comparable, enough to make even the strongest of meisters' stomachs roll. It seemed...unnatural, almost. And soon enough, the evidence that it was just that came to be revealed.

From within the darkness of the shadows cast by the overhanging trees in the large area came the glowing of a pair of blood red eyes. What they belonged to remained unknown, their figure hidden from the sight of the human eye. Though, it was common sense that it was a human, as mythics were not allowed into the second campus for fear of property damage and student safety. That, and the fact that Aella had no intent to teach a class that served in the purpose of informing the students of mythics and their behavior. That fell to another teacher, not her.

The figure in the shadows moved upon the students all coming to collect in one area. Stepping from the darkness, the figure soon exposed themselves to the light, and therefore to the sight of the assembled students. And, of course, what they saw was nmost definitely NOT Aella Han.

It was, rather, the young man that had accompanied the teacher earlier on that day upon the time of her introduction to the students. And, as a result of that meeting, the students now knew exactly who he was. (Following the heavily distressed reaction of the silver-haired Stein named Morgenstern, the pair of weapons had been forced to reveal the reasoning of why the ravenette male had strirred such a fire in the young woman.)

His name was Ares Stein. He was the older, demon weapon brother of Morgenstern, and the oldest of the Stein family that was known to be alive. He was once a student in the American branch of DWMA's network, but he had been separated from his sister and the continent when he was transferred to Europe in the aftermath of an accident that had lead his younger sister to request him be sent to another branch for his own safety. He was very well known in Europe, as he was one of the most advanced and infamous students in the European network of DWMA demon weapons.

He also had a knack for mental manipulation. Ares was known for being a rare type of weapon that could implant a small fragment of his soul into another given a viable meister, or even another weapon such as Aella that could utilize their own abilities in assistance. By doing this, he could easily influence your mind to see what he wanted you to see. He could not make you move or affect your free will, but he could make you see your worst nightmare.

The male said nothing to the assembled students. He did not speak, nor did he move. From the time that he had stepped out into the light, the brooding and intimidating young man had only undergone one change in his demeanor. A smirk had crawled its way onto his face for reasons unexplained.

Silently, Ares scrutinized the students much like Aella had done when she first laid eyes on them, sizing them up and down. Then, his eyes fixated on something behind the group of students, closing his eyes a minute later and sighing.

From behind the students came a loud shriek of grating metal as the large gates that guarded the entrance to the second campus was closed. Subsequently, the easily recognizable sound of an activated lock clicking into place came into play. The students were trapped, no way of escaping unless they wanted to scale the unbelievably tall gate that surrounded them on all sides.

"Ah, so I see you've met Ares" the voice of Aella came from behind them all. The sound of light footstps approached, and from the gloominess of the shadows came Aella, still wearing her dart-thin heels.

The aforementioned woman held up a hand to the taller male in front of her in the universal sign to stand down. With a nod, Ares nodded and stepped back so Aella could take his place.

As she did, Aella turned to face her students. Her face was stern, having no indication of any emotion coloring her features. "As you all now know, if you were paying attention, that my name is Aella Han, a death scythe from Europe. And this is Ares, the elder brother of one of your classmates. "
The aforementioned male nodded as Aella kept speaking.

"Before I begin today's exercise, I'd like to explain to you what will be happening. In this class, you will be subjected to a series of trials that will simulate some of the scenarios that you may one day find yourself caught in the middle of when you finally graduate from DWMA and are put out into the field on your own. Now, do not underestimate these trials, or put them back into your mind labeled as unimportant. Because, this is a hands-on class. And if you fail this first trial, you will be removed from this class entirely, and a recommendation will be written to Lord Symmetry that calls for either more remedial classes or your removal from the field altogether. Do you understand me?"

"In this trial, you will be expected to effectively handle a field and combat situation themed around the basis of a hunt. Although, you will not be the hunters in this hunt. Oh, no" Ares said, giving a wry laugh and a slow shake of his head. You will be playing the role of the prey."

The weapon shook his head. "Your scenario is as such. You and your partner were sent out on a mission to hunt for witches in a forest that has been seeing some strange behavior for the past few weeks. On the hunt, you and your partner had been separated, brought on by the arrival of enhanced on the field."

"You and your group will be given two minutes to run, each of you running seconds apart from each other in separate directions to ensure that you do not work together from the beginning. After this, you will spend the remaining time scavenging the forest to search for your partner, all the while evading your advanced opponents. Ares will be taking on the role of a witch, seeing as his mind games make him the ideal candidate for such a role, while I will be taking on the role of a kishin in the making, a scythe that was hungry for power and has begun to take souls off of Shinigami-sama's list. Two different opponents connected by one scenario."

She paused for a moment. "The purpose of this trial is not to capture you. If we spot you, you will be engaged in battle, and will be met with our full arsenal of abilities, as Ares and I are able to wield each other despite us both being weapons. Though, keep in mind that we are not allowed to kill you, but we will be trying to wound you. Having said that, any student who whines about being shot with a non-lethal dart will be automatically expelled, as a little bit of pain will not be the most you experience in my class. Does anyone have any questions? If not, everyone at the starting points, facing in the directions indicated by the arrows on your spot. This will be the direction in which you make your escape."

She sighed. "This is your final chance to ask any questions that may or may not save your asses in this scenario. Think wisely and deeply if there is anything that you wish to know."
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The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Rantos Pyosimros Ariel

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[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Partner: None
Location: Second Campus
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Conor had his arms crossed, listening to Aella and even Ares the whole time. He was not a fan. This type of scenario was obviously designed to force some level of teamwork. They were separated on purpose. They had a numerical advantage. They were going to be engaged in combat. Logic dictated that power was in numbers and their best odds were together.

Fuck that.

With a snarl on his face and arms still crossed, completely closed off, Conor perked up, "Yeah, I have a question."

He eyed Aella--not with the eyes she was used to. Especially from a young guy like Conor. Most likely saw her in some type of awe, a sexual idol of a teacher. Conor had focused eyes that could be compared to those of a predator. Far from Apex, perhaps, but nonetheless odd for a student like Conor.

"You two starting together--or will you begin separated?" he asked. A valid question, in all honesty. If it came from any other student in any other scenario, it might not have had the same undertones as it did with Conor.

But, this was Conor. The solo Meister with something to prove.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Tazmuir V. Klovic​

Location: Second Campus; Home Base
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The pain was a reminder. A reminder of how he shouldn't be letting his guard down just because his attention was divided between where they were going and the people around him. That little wake up call made him want to cut loose. Oh how he wanted to-- Taz wanted to swear like a sailor that had stubbed his toe on several bedeviled legos, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. One was because Prima was around. She would have his head before Aella ever could. Two, and the most important was because those strong wavelengths secretly whispered at him not to. And also because bitching was a pathetic form of weakness. Weakness of any form was not allowed to be shown to colleagues. And especially not around superiors.

It still pissed him off though. Like a programmed computer, Taz couldn't disobey that unspoken order that shook him up more than any earthquake or tremor ever could from head to toe. It was like second nature. Whenever a wavelength or presence radiated something vile, something that felt even slightly familiar, it sent him on alert. In the past he would blanch, freeze, or tremble. Now, at the very least he found he could react. Gritting his teeth to bite back the stream of venom that threatened to flow through his cracked lips, Taz ignored the dull ache in his ears and focused instead on what his superior and her associate were saying. Instructor Han's introduction came first, followed by Silver Longlegs over there with that stupid grin.

Seeing Ares grin, pissed him off. Taz didn't show it through action or movement, but Ares was now on his bucket list, number 56, right under the lunch lady who always gave him too many mashed potatoes back in Beta year. Maybe it was because seeing Ares reminded the upperclassmen of how Stein grew a shade paler, trembled then tried to flee only to freeze when Apex arrived like a deer caught in headlights, maybe it wasn't that at all, but whatever it was that made him feel this...he didn't like it. He shouldn't care about her past, he didn't in all honesty -hell he couldn't give a flying monkey's butt about anyone's past here in DWMA- but it was what he saw that made him mad.

Keeping his eyes on Ares longer than he should've Taz kept his ears trained on what was being said before his attention immediately left the elder Stein sibling alone to focus on the instructor leading their group.

Expulsion? he thought, all anger dwindling and a brow instead rising. What the heck? But he didn't question it. Whatever her reasoning was, questioning it would get him no where. There was a time and a place to question authority, and Taz had grown up learning when not to question authority. It wasn't until Conor had voiced his question that Taz even recalled that he had a opportunity in the making with questions being thrown.

"I've got one also!" He stated, hands adjusting his black sweat bands as he moved away from the others and got into the recommended position. "Are you going to put us in pairs? Or are we picking one's ourselves? If we are picking our own partners, then I pick that one." And to punctuate his declaration, he pointed. His finger landed on Prima. But after adjusting his head and glancing in her direction, Taz's eyes moved to Conor and as they moved, so did his finger.

He didn't want her or the other one there or that student who wasn't here. This was his chance to finally study Conor up close. Even if they were splitting ways at the start, he'd still get to see how he fought when they had to regroup. He'd get to see whether this kid was really worth his actual attention.

 

[SavingStar]

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Aella Han
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Aella had since stepped back from the group of assembled students. It was to give them space to run, but more so to prevent herself from being barreled into if one of them took off when she was not prepared for them to do so. After a moment of thought, she stepped forward. Re-entering the small circle of students, the blonde put a gentle yet firm hand on Prima's back, guiding her to a spot behind Tazmuir. At this point, the girl was facing the west. At the same time, Ares moved Taz in tandem with Aella, as if able to sense what she was planning. Though, unlike Aella, his movements and grips were not very gentle. One could practically see the hostility radiating off of the elder Stein sibling upon realizing that he'd seen the younger male with Morgenstern earlier that day. And he did not like it one bit.

Both weapons stepping back, they surveyed the group. Aella took note of where they were, scrutinizing their positions to ensure that they were in the optimal posts for their skill set, and headed for the correct divisions of the covered grounds. Ares, however, was just sizing them all up once again, to determine which of the five were going to be the first one he was going to go after.

Deciding that everyone was in a spot that correlated with specific sites in the grounds, Aella opened her mouth to flag them off and let the hunt commence. However, before she could get even a single syllable out of her mouth, Conor had opened his own to ask the first question. And, following shortly after a time space of only about ten seconds, Tazmuir followed up with a question of his own. The blonde woman slowly closed her mouth, releasing a sigh and closing her eyes. She simply stood there for a moment, eventually re-opening her eyes and going to answer their questions.

"If you would have been paying attention earlier"
Ares said, taking charge of answering the questions at hand. "Or at least have any semblance of common sense, you would know that no, we are not assigning you partners for this exercise. If we were, Ms. Han would have long since assigned them to you before lining you up for the mission. It is up to you to find a partner or a group that you can easily partner up with or work with in order to complete this mission and maintain your reputation as students of DWMA's headquarters. Though, if you wish to be complete idiots-"

"Ares!"
came Aella's snapped response. When the raven-haired male had spoken, she had been in the middle of re-opening her eyes. Having heard what he said, the large pools were now wide open, and her gaze had been redirected to stare at him in contempt and irritation. "I understand that you are upset about Morgenstern, but you are not to take it out on these students. Now, shut up, and do what we came here to do."

The Stein male growled, but nodded all the same. "Fine"
he said, voice scarily low and menacing. "But I wasn't going to take it out on all of them. Just...him." His eyes fixated on Taz. He tried to take Morgen and keep her away from him. He and that partner of hers. They were the reason she was not with him.

"Aella. Don't pretend that I'm here for this. You know that I'm here for Morgenstern. She needs to come back with us. And she will, even if I have to use uncommon methods of persuasion."
His smile now reflected one of innocence, but the meaning was hidden in his words.

Aella's face turned to one of horror. Her eyes widened and flashes of visions came to her as she recalled the Stein daughter's mortified and fearful expression upon the discovery that her brother was now at the American branch once again. She remembered having seen the girl fall unconscious after approaching her, remembered having been the one to catch her upon her falling, and the one to make sure that she was okay, all happening within only minutes of her arrival with Ares and Apex.

'You wouldn't-"

"I would."

Aella growled lowly, her instincts kicking in. "Ares. get in the forest. NOW."
Her anger washed over the whole courtyard, her commanding wavelength hitting them all almost as hard as wavelength. Only, her power was not given by an alpha's abilities. Her wavelength came from pure fear. The wavelength hit everyone like a train. Whether they reacted, however, was unknown.

The subordinate weapon had gone deathly white, the wavelength of anger and protectiveness hitting him hard enogh to scare him off. Turning, he ran off to his post.

The woman then turned to the students. Her expression was neutral, and she pushed her glasses higher onto her face. She was acting as if the previous events had not transpired at all.

"I apologize for his behavior"
she said, voice calm and collected.

"Anyways, like he said-no, I will not be assigning you to your groups. You may chose to work solo or with others. Whatever, and with whomever, you believe will increase your chance of survival."
She paused.

"As for your other question, it is apparent that we will be separate at first as well. Ares has gone to his post now, and I will leave to scavenge the forest for either you all or him at the end of your two minutes."

She offered a slight smile.
"Ease up, will you? You'll do fine. But if you don't, be prepared. Oh, and please note that both Ares and I are long-ranged weapons. Meaning that we can take you out from yards away. Also, I suggest you be very quiet, as we can hear from, well... long ranges away."

"Now...Is everyone ready, or are there any more questions?"

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The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Rantos Pyosimros Ariel
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[Ariel]

Deadly Prima

Prima spent all of the time the students were gathered in the classroom, being introduced to the staff, listening and thinking. Listening to all the things each of them had to say, about why they were there, who they were, and so forth. Thinking about each person, what they went through to get to where they were now, the hardships, the victories, the way each of them held themselves or the way the observed others. The students, too, were studied by Prima. She could probably pinpoint each by their name and list at least one fact about them and... since it was Prima, at least one nice thing she could say to every one of them. She liked the way one of them spoke, the rasp of their voice, she liked the way someone else smiled and the way their lips moved when they spoke. People were fascinating, students or teachers, demon weapons or death scythes, all of them alike.

So during the period, she forgot about herself, her relativity, as she usually does, and took in everything very pleasantly until different groupings of students were herded off by different teachers.

At this point, she subconsciously stayed in the general vicinity of Tazmuir, likely simply out of habit. It was almost like a small reminder at the back of her mind, something that had been more prominent when he was recovering and it was similar in the same way people subconsciously avoided stumbling over the railing of a bridge... Or subconsciously did fall off the bridge. She wasn't so sure which.

At first when Prima saw Ms. Han, she was entranced in a way she didn't understand. The woman was a beauty but that wasn't what quite captivated her attention. It was the bittersweet croppings of memories that flooded her mind when she looked at her. The way she wiped her eyes and was surprised to find crystalline tears sliding down her fingertips. It wasn't that she looked like her or necessarily acted like her. It was the strength and dignity Prima thought she saw that reminded her of her mother. Prima had almost wanted to laugh in spite of herself. What had come over her? If Prima let herself, her mind would often be on her parents. When she first came to DWMA, they dominated her thoughts. She missed them. And the sadness turned to worry after a little while. What had happened to them? They were strong individuals, her own personal super heroes, she used to think, but she hadn't heard from them since. Now the only thing she thought, or at least could hope for, was that they were doing fine, that they were happy, and that when she came back to them later after working with someone or by herself to make herself into a death scythe that they'd be proud and happy to see her.

Luckily the instruction given in the forest was enough to pull her from her thoughts and back onto the task at hand. If Prima failed she might be removed. Failure. No, she could not let that happen. It was too sad to even think about. So, simply put, it wouldn't happen. Prima didn't exactly bleed confidence to the point where she came off as narcissistic but believing in oneself and living on the brim of optimism had its pluses. She never failed because she decided she did not. If anything, every experience was a lesson. If you learned something, it wasn't failing, either.

Prima had only noticed Taz pointing at her a moment before his finger moved over to Conor. She hadn't really heard what he said before that, having been so focused on other things but cocked her head curiously as his attention moved away from her. She might have asked him-and was even given the chance-when Ms. Han gently guided her to stand behind Taz.

Now that Prima thought about it, partnering up was mentioned. Her gaze slid over to Taz and her lips stretched into a gentle smile. The gesture by their superiors had been lost on her.
"Hey, would you like to partner up?" She murmured softly, leaning a little close to him so as not to cause an interruption. "I mean unless of course you have somebody else in mind." Her eyes flicked over to Conor briefly and then back to Taz. "I promise I won't slow you down."

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[The Regal Rper]

Tazmuir V. Klovic​

Location: Second Campus; Home Base
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"Hey, would you like to partner up? I mean unless of course you have somebody else in mind."​

Unblinking Taz turned, then just stared. It took him a second to get out of his funk. Hearing Ares state he'd be willing to actively play a role in attempted kidnapping (regardless of the victim being his sister), set Taz a boiling. Making himself turn his attention back to Instructor Han as she continued her spiel, hadn't been easy.

At least not till the lout had been kicked off into his own domain, where Taz planned to follow and deliver a thrashing the fool most certainly deserved. Prima's presence had been noted, but ignored. He wasn't surprised she'd been moved towards him or she herself moved closer to him. What had surprised him, was her offer.

He gave the Weapon one long, hard to pin look of confusion mixed with suspicion. To answer her second question, he did, but he didn't say. But that didn't answer his question though. Why me?

Conor over there, though he hated to admit it, was faster, maybe even a little stronger. She had a better option. Familiarity only had one place on the battlefield, to help you survive. You stuck with your allies because you had to, because you both worked towards the same cause. It was only smart to pick an option that could give you better leverage in a battle based situation. Since day one, Taz had thought Prima to be strange. He just didn't get her. People like her and Rodney. So optimistic, so full of life. They didn't see it. The world was a broken place and it was constantly recovering from everything the universe had to throw at it. Yet despite all his clear attempts to push her away she still seemed intent on coming right back. It was only a matter of time before he too broke her, like he broke the others.

The only thing was he thought he'd done that exactly by picking Conor over her. Not because he needed to, but because Conor was his target, and his target was his interest. Nothing else mattered. "So why aren't you saying no?

He didn't know. So he stared at her. Trying to see what her reason was. Could she be attracted to me? That was impossible. He may be a god among mortals, but even gods had their limits. She'd said no one had sent her to look after him and he believed her (now at least). But partnering up was a different matter. He hadn't had a solid partner in a year. Not since he ended things with Alex. There was no way she was partnering up with him because she liked him or wanted to, she was doing it because Instructor Aella had guided her to him instead of allowing her to choose her own.

A voice whispered in the back of Taz's head reminding him the thing he already knew. Solid relationships required something deep. Deeper than blood and life itself. Mother had taught him that, and it remained true today. Their relationship had never been deep. Otherwise she would have never left him to die.

Blinking those thoughts away now staring at Prima, Taz's visage hardened. He was making a decision. Say no, he told himself. His lips moved, but no words came. DO IT! Thomas' voice whispered, commanded. Sever the bonds, cut off your ties, and live for yourself and yourself only! DO IT, PHOENIX! DO IT OR YOU'LL NEVER BE STRONG!!!. Taz's grimace turned into a frown, Thomas' voice echoed. It'd been years since he heard it, but the dead man was right. He didn't want this, but he had to. He had to achieve his goals. Nothing would stop him from gaining the power to do what was right. In the time his thoughts had been stewing, Prima beat him to the punch.

"I promise I won't slow you down."​

The frown only deepened. Alex had said those exact same words. At the time, he wasn't as skilled a Weapon as he'd thought the blonde to be. Got in his way too much, most of it he found out to be intentional.

Timothy was no different. To diffident to even speak to him on their first meeting. Too low in self-esteem and confidence to handle his sheer grandeur. Both those partnerships ended sourly. Taz didn't want things with Prima to end sourly, even if he didn't fully realize it. Even though a strong part of him said this was the right thing to do..

"Fine." He said, betraying his logic. "But the moment you slow me down, I'm sending you back to this place. Alright? Get in position" Said almost a bit harshly. "We're going after Ares." He didn't wait for a reply. Turning away from Prima he moved forward, passing the girl who'd remained silent, taking position not too far away from Conor.

I just know I'm going to regret this and without another look at anyone. He waited for the instructor's signal.

 

[Pyosimros]

ELYSE AEGLE

Aella and Ares: Elyse's temporary enemies for presumably the next hour. Given her extremely minimal time with the duo, she hadn't the time fully judge their characters aside from their likely powerful status. Aella seemed especially dangerous; looks were not the only thing she boasted. Her status as a death scythe from another nation gave a tinge of worry to Elyse. If they had discovered her, unless she were to pair with someone else the only defence she had against the weapon was soul menace - and it could only get her so far.

Elyse's lips curled into a slight frown as her eyes narrowed towards the two. If the objective was a simple matter of survival, Elyse assumed it would be extremely doable. She merely had to stay as far as she could, and if they attacked her, she could simply draw their attention to someone else.

Assuring herself with this supposedly foolproof plan Elyse's face curled back into a normal position - ready to begin the trial. Her plan was to simply run. She needn't a partner; if she ran into someone compatible along the way however, it would be ideal. Elyse - in her head - wanted to remove the focus on finding her potential partner, but rather to save her own hide by running.

Therefore she simply muted the voices around her and stood on her arrow, readying herself.

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ELYSE AEGLE

Aella and Ares: Elyse's temporary enemies for presumably the next hour. Given her extremely minimal time with the duo, she hadn't the time fully judge their characters aside from their likely powerful status. Aella seemed especially dangerous; looks were not the only thing she boasted. Her status as a death scythe from another nation gave a tinge of worry to Elyse. If they had discovered her, unless she were to pair with someone else the only defence she had against the weapon was soul menace - and it could only get her so far.

Elyse's lips curled into a slight frown as her eyes narrowed towards the two. If the objective was a simple matter of survival, Elyse assumed it would be extremely doable. She merely had to stay as far as she could, and if they attacked her, she could simply draw their attention to someone else.

Assuring herself with this supposedly foolproof plan Elyse's face curled back into a normal position - ready to begin the trial. Her plan was to simply run. She needn't a partner; if she ran into someone compatible along the way however, it would be ideal. Elyse - in her head - wanted to remove the focus on finding her potential partner, but rather to save her own hide by running.

Therefore she simply muted the voices around her and stood on her arrow, readying herself.

 

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  Aella slightly readjusted the neck of her tie, all while she watched and waited patiently for the group of students to get themselves together and into their positioning. As she watched and studied the groups interactions she noted multiple things- inconveniences that would prove to be both interesting to test and interesting to see the results when tested.
  
  The most important of those faults, lied within the group itself. Conor, Tazmuir, Prima, and Elyse, they didn't click. Not in the slightest, not that Aella herself had expected a major difference. But she had expected a bit more. Even as she watched them converse or intermingle no matter how small or major, it was almost palpable to some extent and easy to observe. Elyse distanced herself the most. Whether it was out of disinterest (and from the look in the girl's eyes Aella assumed so) or out of some sense of goal she'd set for herself pertaining to the task before her or prior to, the girl wasn't paying attention anymore. Not to her colleagues and certainly not to the conversation two of them were having. She simply moved and took her position after both Ares and Aella herself were done.
  
  Prima was next. She'd studied the girl's file. Had it requested from the academy's office herself two hours before their fated meeting here ever began. The girl hadn't had a partner since joining DWMA, she'd been autonomous for awhile, whether it was in search of a right partner or some other cause the instructor knew not. As a fighter she was well practiced, sure but that's not what had her attention. What did was that this classified half-witch, half weapon child held a certain skill that no one in this class seemed to possess. It may not be a phenomenal skill, but it was skill nonetheless worth noting.
  
  She had a tenuous grip on Taz. People like that, were rare. Aella wasn't sure what their relationship was, but she'd overheard the conversation and she'd watched the signs. She'd expected him to say 'no', instead he'd said, 'yes'. It made Aella wonder, what Prima had done to achieve such a hold of someone so proud. It made her wonder what she could do as a mediator if she learned to cultivate it.
  
  Conor. Conor was no better than Taz. He radiated confidence, much like how his senior, Taz, radiated pride. Both were almost the same but still very different. Both were confident, both were skilled, both had a sense of arrogance in the methods in which they approached situations and handled different tasks- how their personalities worked in achieving the ends that was where any similarities drew to a complete end.If anything, the young meister had the upperhand in that he didn't allow himself to fall to attention. Conor was forward, more critical-thinking, and swift to get results. Taz liked to magnify himself, dramatize and excite a situation before dealing crushing blows. It'd been evident in not just the questions they'd each asked but evident in the video still floating around YouTube.
  
  It was evidence that held up, even when she compared their actions, behaviors, and mannerisms to the ones portrayed in that video.
  
  It was what had made her wonder if Conor and Taz would work together, form the strongest pairs in this event and take over with amazing results....but seeing the two in person and seeing how they acted Aella doubted it would workout even if Taz hadn't declared he now aimed for Ares. It'd been brief but she'd noticed it. Envy. For some reason Taz held something against Conor. She wasn't sure what, but Aella was certain they'd find out at some point in this trial put before them.
  
  Scanning the group as Taz and Prima's conversation came to a rather abrupt end, Aella watched the others get into position. Taz faced south, Prima faced west, Conor faced north, and Elyse faced east. Four different paths in each direction, four different paths where they'd have to navigate through the woods after two minutes and begin searching for each other or begin preparation to avoid being surprised.
  
  Aella couldn't help but draw the hint of a smile on her lips as she moved away from the positioned students and gave them one final look over. Then with a withdrawn whistle she blew, shouting: "Go! Your missions begin now!"
  
  Time: 1:42 p.m.​

  
  

  
  
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  Tazmuir V. Klovic​

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Location: Second Campus; South Path
  Tags: Ariel Sir Les Paul SavingStar

  Hearing the whistle was like drinking a cold soda after a hot bath. It was invigorating, it brought a new sense of life. It made everything feel right to finally have a solid reason he could let loose.
  
  Taz didn't waste a second, he didn't need his wavelength to empower his body and give him a boost, he didn't need to utilize what little of the Assassin Arts he knew to give himself inhuman speed-- all he needed was to run. And he'd been doing that for years.
  
  His crouched running position shifted into a lean forward as he took off with one push of his right foot and in a matter of seconds he was speeding down the dirt path towards the south mulch filled ground of the forest as he left everyone-- everything behind. Prima weighed on his mind for a few seconds as he made his surge forward. Trees, plants, that silent hum of Thomas' voice all just noise and inaudible as his thoughts and focus took over.
  
  He wasn't sure if she was a skilled runner, but if she were weak there was no way he would've ever entertained her idea of a partnership. She wasn't weak. He didn't need weaklings. Weaklings got hurt, weaklings died. The fact she could handle a demi-god like him, spoke volumes. But Taz would never say it.
  
  He'd rather be shot then admit he had feelings.
  
  

  She'll be fine​

  
  Not that he truly believed he had anything to really worry about. It was just her suggestion of being partners still leaving an imprint in his mind. It passed as he jumped over a stack of rose bushes onto the dirt path of the south side of Second Campus.
  
  Conor was the next thing that came to mind. Rival or not, Taz found the boy an object of interest. A worthy opponent. He saw those bandages and to be honest, he wasn't sure if Conor could fight properly with those on. It'd been a three days since their recovery and even he wasn't willing to exert himself too much since the ache in his ribs could come back if any unnecessary weight was applied to it. The ointment he'd been given to use for his injuries had been abandoned after day one, it was just too itchy to have on unless he used it before sleeping. And he hadn't had much sleep since yesterday. He ignored the nag, Conor wasn't a child. He'd power through just to receive his well deserved ass-whooping from Taz the Great himself.
  
  Ducking a branch Taz began to slow his sprint into a run. It went on like this for a few seconds, all his senses were alert. Ears especially. If that fucker even moves I'll--
  
  The meister skidded to a halt. Eyes narrowed, body and muscles tense, everything on high alert. He heard a rustle in the trees. He wasn't sure where exactly, but it came north, just a few feet away from where he would've been had he kept running.
  
  Taz waited. In the open. There was no point in hiding if Ares already knew he was there. It would be a waste of time and a waste of effort. He planned on getting answers out of him anyway.
  
  A bird shot out of a nested branch and Taz relaxed almost instantly. He sighed, "Fucking birds", he griped. Moving forward he continued heading west. Half expecting Prima to have changed her mind on this whole partner nonsense once they actually began, half expecting Ares to come out and give him a bit of a surprise.
  
  Turning his head in the direction of a explosion of white light, Taz took that as their signal to begin searching for each other, if they so chose. Their two minutes were up.
  
  He pushed onward deciding he could look for his real target while heading in Prima's general direction. As he moved Taz felt a grin coming on. Hoping Ares would come meet him first before he met any of the others.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Partner: None
Location: Second Campus
Tags: The Regal Rper SavingStar Rantos Pyosimros Ariel

Conor never really faced North. In reality, that was just an arbitrary direction. A path that coincidentally aligned with his real goal.

He smirked at the precise moment Aella blew her whistle. Before she even added words to the air, Conor was already contemplating his next decision.

'Ten percent? Maybe just one... nah. Five. Five will do. Five percent.'

The thought faded into background but soon became a reality once Aella told them their mission began. Conor released his wavelength through his body, allowing it to coarse through him and crackle in the immediate air around him. He chose to use five percent--and for a reason. Five percent put him well above what a normal Meister should allow, but it was something he could maintain. The stress it put on his body was not so much that it wore him down. Five percent was what he needed--or at least thought he needed--to match someone like Mrs. Han.

When the whistle blew, Conor hid his soul well enough that one might never question it. Now, anyone with Soul Perception could see it--and just how abnormal it actually was. His soul likely wasn't what would draw the attention of the others. No, that honor likely belonged to the blurred dash he made towards Aella. While everyone else might have ran in their desired direction, Conor ignored the instructions Aella provided and instead decided to launch an assault on her.

She wanted them to act as if she was a Mock Kishin. As if she was some beast to be afraid of. Conor was not afraid. And, without Ares there, she had no real advantage on him--not in his mind. In fact, attacking while she was a good distance away from Ares was his best bet. It was her weakest moment and right now, with his stamina as high as it would be in the training grounds, he was at his strongest.

But, Conor was not stupid. Even while dashing at her with his superhuman speed, he kept his Soul Perception keenly locked on to her. As long as she was in range, there wasn't a movement even she could make that would go unnoticed or occur before he would know it. Not only that, his stance was closed during his dash--or at least as much as it could be while going on an obvious assault. It was clear from the start that Conor was absolutely serious about taking on Aella immediately.

Once Aella answered his question, this plan was set in stone. Conor had no fear in taking on a three-star weapon. No reservations. No hesitation. This is what it meant to be a solo Meister.

 

[SavingStar]

• SteelShot
• The Red Raven

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  Aella Han
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  Location: Second Campus Clearing || Feeling: invigorated/uneasy || Tags: The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Pyosimros Ariel
  
  It had happened so fast that Aella barely had time to react.
  
  Conor had lunged towards the blonde-haired teacher with such inhuman speed that-while she would not admit it- she had been baffled. Though, it was only for a moment, and then the chase was on.
  
  It was too late for her to get out of the way. If she tried, she would be hit in a vital spot that would prove to be difficult to maneuver with a hit to it. Her right side was particularly sensitive after she'd cracked a pair of ribs during a mission only days before. They were wrapped and not healed, as she didn't have the time to focus on what she called such miniscule wounds.
  
  Tossing her hair behind her shoulders, Aella braced herself for impact. Her lower legs grew farther apart, feet plantarflexed in order to steady her form. Her arms came to block her face, body turning slightly in case of brutal impact, not wishing to injure any organs that were not as well protected.
  
  When first contact was made, Aella unwillingly let out a grunt. The kid was strong, she would give him that much. Taking him would take time, much more than she could afford to exhaust on her own. She would need Ares if she wanted to do this quickly.
  
  Dropping to one knee, Aella brought herself to the ground, flipping to avoid coming into contact with him. His hands she reminded herself. If he is powering up his wavelength to attack as a solo meister, he'll most likely be conducting most from his hands.
  
  She kept her steel-like gaze on his hands until she was in the clear. When she was, she stood, and turned to face where she'd been moments before.
  
  A sly grin came to her face, and she released a low chuckle as she drew her sword. She would not transform, not yet. She could not pretend that she had the energy to maintain the combat and a partial transformation for that long without having someone relieve her of fighting. Ares
  
  She would, once again need him. Damn it.
  
  Looking to the solo meister, she eyed him. She seemed to be ever so slightly out of breath. Most likely from the brunt of the hit she'd taken when they'd collided. She would recover momentarily.
  
  "I can tell" She said to him, "That you and Tazmuir are going to be my favorites."
  
  She stood there, waiting. She did not want to make the next move. Tire the opponent, even a bit. Everything helped. And it would give herself time for her own help to arrive.
  
  Not breaking eye contact, she slowly knelt down to pick something up. From the grass she produced a thin silver band, which she replaced on her finger after polishing it on the sleeve of her shirt. The ring of platinum held a ruby in the center, as well as an inscription
  
  Muttering something under her breath, she chuckled again.
  
  Well? What are you waiting for?"
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Ares Stein
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  Location: Second Campus Forest || Feeling: mischievous/at ease|| Tags: The Regal Rper
  
  This part of the forest was dark. Almost unnaturally so. The shadows of the trees provided almost the perfect cover for anything, or anyone, who wanted to avoid being spotted. The sun's rays were almost blotted out completely, but the trees seemed to have some mercy and allow for just enough light to shine through that illuminated fragments of pathways.
  
  It was silent, and not a single creature stirred. There were no birds, save for the occasional crow, one of which seeming to have startled the young meister that one would call Tazmuir. The farther and farther one ventured into this section of the campus, the thicker and thicker that feeling of unease, the gut wrenching aura of despair and mystery, gradually increased.
  
  All that was left now was the howling of a wolf or coyote. Perhaps he could task one of the students to ask Apex to howl, and to record it. He wasn't going to do it, that was sure. He didn't feel like dying today.
  
  In the cover of the darkness, it would be easy to become sidetracked or lost if one did not explicitly know where they were going. And, mixed with the potential of perhaps one of the most dangerous weapons alive lingering within said darkness? It could only get worse.
  
  As Tazmuir continued his trek towards Prima's westward direction, a pair of red eyes watched his every move. They watched as he went the wrong direction, a smirk coming upon the face of the weapon that the eyes belonged to.
  
  As the owner of these eyes jumped from their tree perch, they hit the ground without making a sound. Following Tazmuir, they were silent, doing their best at hiding their soul from the meister, and staying far enough away so that sending it was virtually impossible.
  
  A dead end. That's what Tazmuir would hit only minutes later in his direction. And, at the end of his path- it ended near a wall of the oddly shaped arena- was a tree.
  
  It was a normal tree. Tall, it's leaves dropping in preparation of the sooncoming changing of the season. It was not haunted, possessed, nothing. A single bird stood on a branch, sleek feathers. It let out a loud noise upon seeing Taz.
  
  The peculiarity, however, was the shadow that loomed under it. Barely seen, it was tall, unmoving, and distinctly masculine. And it was not one of his classmates.
  
  Ares.
  
  From behind Tazmuir, a soul flickered to life again minutes later. Should he turn, he would come face to face with the real Ares, his decoy under the tree disappearing.
  
  "Hello" the weapon said smugly. "What brings you here, young meister? Aella is the other way."
  
  He chuckled. "Unless..Ah! You were looking for me, weren't you?"
  
  There was a glint of light, the faint light of the sun glimmering off of what one would think was a weapon. But alas, it was not. The light was reflecting from a band of metal wrapped around the male's left finger. It was simple, having only an engraving on the face. "hoc anulum, ego tibi sociare iugali"
  
  The simple piece of ornamentation was odd. Latin, on a silver band? A purity ring perhaps? No, but it held only one other meaning. How odd that one may notice Aella wore her own in the same place.
  
  But even stranger, he was unarmed. Ares was alone with a meister, a human capable of externalizing their own soul to hurt him, was without a weapon. What was he planning?
  
  As the weapon's heavy presence weighed down, the bird on the tree let out a loud noise, one that was far louder than it should have ever been, and flew away. It was then realized that the bird was a raven, not the crowd that occupied this part of the forest.
  
  It was the sign that Ares was near, hard to spot unless specifically trained to seek it out, for the two were very similar, their only differences in their feather shape and their sounds.
  
  "Well, now that you have found me? What do you plan to do about it?"
  

  
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[The Regal Rper]

Tazmuir V. Klovic​

Location: Second Campus; South Path
Interactions: SavingStar

It's faint Taz thought to himself. He shoved a web of branches roughly to the side as he took a step over a root and moved forward.

A minute or two went by and he could still hear them. Footsteps. Faint, light, cautious, careful...but most important of all, different. Yes, they were different. Everyone's footsteps were different. Conor's drummed a rhythmic beat. Quiet but deadly, especially in moments of heat. Prima's was light and soft, had a bounce that was just as gentle but clacked on the ground with rhythmic tempo, while Rodney's was light and loud and had a bounce that carried quite a bit of sound. Thomas was heavy and strong, and every foot that touched the ground slammed with a heavy thud that could do no wrong.

Footsteps. That was how he knew he was being watched. The only problem was, he wasn't sure who was watching him. Was it Aella or was it his target, Ares?

The fainter it got the more he focused. It'd been six minutes since he'd been walking now and he was sure whoever was following him was either Aella or Ares. It couldn't be any of the others. This sound was different. This sound, held a bit of ominous intent but at the same time it was familiar. It reminded him of Stein's own rhythm.

Her steps were determined, fragile, but graceful. But that didn't really help the upperclassmen figure out who was after him. Footstep links never sounded the same but some could sound similar. It took Taz a full year to figure that out on his own and it took him trial and error to figure it out when it came to using it on people. Turns out he didn't need to wait. Because he got his answer soon enough.

The screech from the raven and the sound of Ares voice made Taz switch from observational refrain to ready-to-kill. Neither of the questions Ares asked were answered by Taz. He remained silent, eyes swiveling around, feet planted in the same position, head doing the only necessary turning as the seconds ticked away.

The raven screeched again, and when it did Taz felt a pinch of anger begin to build. He was near, he just couldn't pinpoint where. And that's when his eyes rose in realization. If he won't come out, then I'll flush him out.

"Your sister." Taz said to the air. Body and mind still very alert. "You two don't get along well do you?" He smirked. It was the kind of smirk that said "I enjoyed watching her squirm." But in truth it was the exact opposite. If it had not been for Apex, Taz may have questioned the two siblings right then and there after things had calmed down. Instead, he was resorting to this. His greatest tactic and greatest weapon.

Being an ass.​

The meister relaxed his tense posture somewhat and slowly let his facade drop. "Why did you come here, Ares?" The mirth in his voice was gone. "Because for your sake I hope you weren't serious about what you said back on the field. About taking your sister and hypnotizing her into going wherever you so very well please. " He couldn't help but sneer.

"It's times like these that make me wonder what the great Dr. Stein would say-- what would the strong Mulneir say if they were to see how you treat your sister now? Brainwashing her to do your bidding-- is that the kind of mark you want the world to know of your family name? It's none of my business whether the media drags you all into the mud, I know I shouldn't care but even I want to kick your sorry ass." He prepped himself for a strike.

"And trust me when I say, I'm the last person, you ever want to hear that from. So now, I'l take your question and throw it right back into your face." He grinned.

"Now that you've found me, what are you going to do? Because trust me, if you try to take Stein out of here against her will." Knuckles popped with a flex of his fingers. "I'll beat you up like this assignment intends for me to do and claim we went too far in sparring."

And he wasn't joking. The smug smirk might lie, but the eyes never did.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Second Campus, unspecified location
Partner: Morgenstern Stein
Tags: RANGYOKU

"I'm honestly not certain why you were chosen for the Intelligence Agency," Midori mused. He stood beside a large column made of some clumsy stone. It was likely there for training purposes some years back and had remained. The Second Campus had remnants, both new and old, scattered all across it. It was used for all sorts of training not always suitable for the main campus. There was a clear distaste in his voice when he spoke, too. Up until this point, it had all been light conversation about the last week while they reached this specific location given to them by Akane.

"You're not quite exceptional, you're far too nice, you don't really have a unique or useful trait..." he went on slinging stinging truths.

"I just don't get it. I'm not even certain how strong you are. Let's say, Biyu, that you had important information. Let's say you knew Conor was just so close to becoming a Kishin, held back perhaps by BlackStar. What if you were you captured? Tortured? Could you keep that to yourself? I doubt it; I'm sure you'd just let Conor go," Midori continued on. It was obvious what he was doing. He was making precise, nigh-surgical strikes at what he knew bothered her. Case in point, she had two dates with the young man, but reported nothing to Akane for either aside from she didn't believe he was a threat. Case and point, she wasn't complying.

Akane didn't generally accept noncompliance. This personally ate at Midori. If he tried a similar stunt with his Clan Head, his world would tumble. Especially after his time along the West Coast. If not for using so many assumed aliases when bailed out of jail on those nights, the Hoshi Clan would have likely disowned him. Midori tried to rationalize it in a few ways. Perhaps Akane was giving her leeway for still being young. Inexperienced. She didn't make the same mistakes he did, either. Try as he might, he still grew a fair amount of resentment. He felt there was unjustified lenience here.

He didn't ask her a question, either. In her exchanges with him, she picked up on a pattern he had. Statements, then a question. His way of making his point was to ask a polarizing question so far off the topic that any real answer wouldn't let you reply to what he said. It was an annoying trick. An overused one at that. But not one used this time. This time he was pretty damn obvious: he was making direct and intentional slights at her.

 

[RANGYOKU]

方比喻
BIYU FĀNG

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LOCATION
Second Campus​

INTERACTION
Midori☆Hoshi​

MENTIONED
Sir Les Paul ​

Her immediate reaction was one of apprehension. It would certainly not be the first time to have someone touch upon her apparent inadequacy in regards to the Agency. It could come from a genuine place or not, a sense of duty or even distrust at her skills or how much her past could affect her performance. But the response was all the same. Silence. Accusations, that was all there was to them. Retort to her superiors was never her style in the slightest and she had long understood that defending oneself from such statements could only bring about needless conflict. For him to not take action directly and come to her with this, it drew her suspicion. She could hear it in Midori's voice, tainted with contempt as he spoiled an otherwise civil mood. She supposed it was only a matter of time . . .

Leaning against the column he stood close to, her arms folded, eyes looking into the distance, Biyu listened to his piece, vehement in refraining from appearing affected by his words. Midori was not in an exceptional position for nothing. He knew just right buttons to push, a faint callback to her own previous experience with their sponsor a few days prior. His intentions were made clear. A strategy she had come to recognize, be it his speech patterns, be it his approach, having bear witness to it with someone else as his target and later enlighted upon his intentions afterwards. Of course, she could not discredit the fact that he could mean every accusation. But she expected more from Midori, her own ability to sense his point to the his accusations included, giving her the idea that there was something else to them than simple prying for information or something among those lines.

❝If you have an issue with my reports or my performance thus far, bring it to our superiors. If you truly believed in your judgement of me being a hidrance to the investigation, would you not take action instead of probing me for answers that you know you are wasting your time searching for?❞ Her tone was unwavering, aloof in its deliverance. Biyu forced herself to look him in the eyes as she graced him with a response, resolute in not allowing herself to be manipulated by him. She was but a porcelain doll staring back at him, be it for her features or her unreadable expression.

His concerns were not at all unfounded, she was conscious of that. Unfortunately for his own conscience, such was the case. Nothing so far had implicated Conor posing as a threat to the DWMA as a kishin candidate. She had took care to not give away her intentions by questioning the young man beyond her own personal curiosity, as well as keeping a close eye for any signs of telling behavior. She was adamant in keeping her own personal feelings towards Conor impartial to her reports.

Was she wracked with guilt for deceiving him like this?

Of course she was.

But such was the path of an agent, one she had chosen for herself by her own free will.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Second Campus, unspecified location
Partner: Morgenstern Stein
Tags: RANGYOKU

"A hindrance is the wrong word. If anything, you're a blessing. It's a blessing that a threat to the DWMA itself wants in your panties and you're willing to string them in front of his face," Midori responded to her. A complete twist on her words. Not unlike him, but not without merit. To call her a hindrance was entirely wrong. She was their most valuable tool for this particular job. She knew that. He knew that. Akane knew that. That's why she was tolerated, at least in the eyes of the elder weapon.

And, now, Midori was speaking to her as if the only reason she was tolerated by anyone was that pretty face, rounded chest, and whatever other round part of her body. Midori had grew enough resentment towards her that he couldn't find her attractive in the lewd perspective--anymore.

"A nuisance is more apt. Sure, you do your job, but what about when batting your eyelashes won't cut it? We have plenty of Agents willing to play the courtesan, and I bet they'll commit to the role far more. That is my concern, and quite truthfully, I have voiced it--only to be dismissively told it would be under consideration," Midori explained to her. At each corner, he brought up more and more of those stinging knives called valid points. Right now, her role worked because of how relaxed it was. What about something more intense? Midori called some of them courtesans--did that imply exactly what it meant? Knowing Midori, of course it did. Knowing the Agency, it wasn't a surprise.

Then came the last point. Midori admittedly plainly that he had went through the chain of command and that he already had voiced his complaints. If that were true, honestly true, then deep down in the weapon that stood before her was a self-evident lack of faith. Midori didn't believe she was suitable for the job. He said his comments were dismissed, but were they really? Even if they were, the fact was, if he made them, then what greater insult could there be? He could tear into her where she stood, say whatever mean thing he wanted to her, find her deepest insecurity and bring it to light, but none of that really compared to going to the head of their very agency and expressing legitimate concerns like the accusations he was making.

"Once your task here with Conor is done, I'd suggest you retire from the Agency. You may make a fine weapon. Probably a finer housewife, but that's neither here nor there. But, what I don't think you're cut out for is the gray areas were murk through in the Agency," Midori told her. No questions. No probing, like before. This was a distinctive and direct suggestion to her, and in no polite tone.

 

[RANGYOKU]

方比喻
BIYU FĀNG

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LOCATION
Second Campus​

INTERACTION
Midori☆Hoshi​

MENTIONED
Sir Les Paul ​

His choice of words was needlessly vulgar but she could argue it was intentional on his part as to convey how little he thought of her as part of this mission. To him, she was nothing but that, a tool which was meant to get results and nothing more, at this point and time failing its function. It was nothing new to her, to discard one's feelings was an essential part of being in the Agency. But if it was just that, then she had to question the choice to use her as a decoy to lure Conor. Manipulating attraction was a strategy she was not at all ignorant of but she was well-aware that there were far more fitting agents besides her out there to pull it off.

Biyu's body and face could be considered pleasant to look at for a certain number of individuals, subjective as one's attraction could be. Perhaps such attributes were what had drawn Conor to her, particularly given how their first meeting had played off. It was not as if a young man such as Conor could not get any girl he wanted . . . it just happened to be her this time around, she supposed. But if Midori thought of Biyu seducing their target to be the sole method to achieve results, then he was sorely mistaken. Akane should know the extent of her ability to use Conor's physical attraction to their favor could only be for as long as she was nothing but a doll to look at. For him to go beyond it, like her previous lovers once did, something else had to be at work there. Be it genuine affection or a kinship . . .

But she had no reason to express such matters to him of all people. Why should she? The only people she had to give any satisfactions to were her superiors. His rank could be higher than hers, she was not discrediting his word and skill in any way. The problem lied in the fact that if he truly meant to criticize her, he would have made the effort to not go about on this deprecating speech and expect her to do something about it. Biyu chose to not take this tirage against her for something without a point to it. Midori, for all his actions and behavior she was particularly aversed towards, had earned his place in the Agency for a reason, as well as his own accomplishments. No. It was clear that Midori was adamant in not have her compromise this mission and he had no problem in attacking where it hurt. He knew just what buttons to push, be it her insecurities or her shortcomings.

The Agency would have taken his words into consideration and act upon them. Her mentor would arguably be the first to step in and remove her from the investigation if there was indeed the possibility of Biyu posing as an obstacle in any way, consciously or not. Azusa and those who had worked with her knew of how she could potentially reveal to be jeopardizing the mission. No such measure had been taken so far. She knew the Agency would not take lightly to such things as 'nuisances', as he had put it. She could be wrong, of course, Akane or someone else in the chain of command had chosen to trust her in spite of Midori's objections. She doubted it, her mind far too jaded to take the Agency's trust by granted. Perhaps, much like her, they saw her for what she was, someone to observe and assure the target would not pose a threat, not a tool to be dispensed once she was successful in enthralling the target to her will.

To allow herself to play into Midori's accusations and his 'suggestions' was a scenario she refused to take part in. For as shameful as it was to be diminished to nothing but a 'housewife', it was nothing compared but to prove his words right by displaying herself to be an individual driven solely by her emotions and manipulated by those around her for little more than her gender. She did not even graced him with a response, let alone a sparing glance once he ceased to speak. He could take it for whatever his poor opinion of her led him to. It did not affect her in the slightest. Not his words, not his tone, not his looks, nothing. He was impotent in this struggle and her silence. Her grip on her folded arms and her stiff posture were all he could get out of her.