Maree
Salty human
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"For the greater good"
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Welcome to the Villmont Academy
The students chattered amongst themselves as they walked back up the steps to the Villmont building. Returning to their home after spending their lunch wandering the streets in the heart of New York City. No onlooker paid these students any mind as they seemed like they were ordinary interns returning back to their boring office. But the students were anything but ordinary. Under their clothing and tucked in their pockets were deadly weapons. In their capable hands, they could take someone down before they even had a chance to scream.
The ‘VAA’ was more than what meets the eye, once an old castle remodelled to fit the aesthetic of New York. The historical site now appearing as a modern office building. Despite its exterior, the interior hasn’t quite caught up with the times. Each of the sixteen floors is connected by grand staircases. The lack of elevators is usually quite a shock to the system for new students trying to travel between floors for classes. Making up for the lack of convenient transportation is the beauty of the campus looking around you would find all of the old structures of the castle still standing. A true sight to behold, walking through the campus never gets any less awe-inspiring.
Welcome to the Villmont Academy for Assassins
Another year had begun at the Villmont Academy and the returning students were holding their breath in nervous anticipation. The school year always started out with a bang. Some form of challenge or chaotic even was always sprung on the students to prevent them from getting too comfortable. It set the tone for what to expect from the rest of the school year. They were already a week in and yet there was nothing. It was almost peaceful by Villmont standards.
As students gathered in the halls ready to start their poisons class an announcement rang out over the intercom. “Good afternoon students, now that you’ve all settled in, there will be a meeting at the end of the day, everyone is required to attend. Severe consequences will be thrust upon those who neglect this warning.” Unknown to the listening students they were going to be given a welcoming they would never forget.
The students chattered amongst themselves as they walked back up the steps to the Villmont building. Returning to their home after spending their lunch wandering the streets in the heart of New York City. No onlooker paid these students any mind as they seemed like they were ordinary interns returning back to their boring office. But the students were anything but ordinary. Under their clothing and tucked in their pockets were deadly weapons. In their capable hands, they could take someone down before they even had a chance to scream.
The ‘VAA’ was more than what meets the eye, once an old castle remodelled to fit the aesthetic of New York. The historical site now appearing as a modern office building. Despite its exterior, the interior hasn’t quite caught up with the times. Each of the sixteen floors is connected by grand staircases. The lack of elevators is usually quite a shock to the system for new students trying to travel between floors for classes. Making up for the lack of convenient transportation is the beauty of the campus looking around you would find all of the old structures of the castle still standing. A true sight to behold, walking through the campus never gets any less awe-inspiring.
Welcome to the Villmont Academy for Assassins
Another year had begun at the Villmont Academy and the returning students were holding their breath in nervous anticipation. The school year always started out with a bang. Some form of challenge or chaotic even was always sprung on the students to prevent them from getting too comfortable. It set the tone for what to expect from the rest of the school year. They were already a week in and yet there was nothing. It was almost peaceful by Villmont standards.
As students gathered in the halls ready to start their poisons class an announcement rang out over the intercom. “Good afternoon students, now that you’ve all settled in, there will be a meeting at the end of the day, everyone is required to attend. Severe consequences will be thrust upon those who neglect this warning.” Unknown to the listening students they were going to be given a welcoming they would never forget.
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