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After the opening ceremony, the Third Generations, as per their schedule, would proceed to their first class, which also doubles as their homeroom. Once they arrived at the designated room, they would find that it was more akin to a small lecture hall. Eiichi was already sitting at the professor's desk, shuffling through some paperwork.

"Sit wherever you want," Eiichi said without looking up. He gestured towards the the stack of notebooks and the small, tin bucket of pens in front of him and added absently, "Feel free to take one. Keep the pens too."

After the meeting with the Principal the evening prior, Eiichi found himself barely able to get a wink of sleep. And upon arriving at the academy this morning, Ms. Ceciline had unceremoniously thrusted a small stack of papers into his hands. The only explanation that he got was "New circumstances" before the woman quickly stalked off. If he didn't know that she was incredibly busy herself for the first day, Eiichi probably would have sent her off with a glare. Nevertheless, it didn't change the fact that he'd been holed up in the classroom for the past hour or so catching up what limited details that the academy had on the two new Third Generations, and how another one of them disappeared in the middle of the night.

The thought that the universe was replacing the missing and dead students left a bad taste in Eiichi's mouth, but he didn't have time to mope. As soon as the clock struck nine, he stood from his seat and walked up to the podium at the front of the class. Despite running himself haggard the past twenty-four hours, Eiichi still stood poised and without a single hair out of place.

All the students were wearing proper attire, and they looked far less rattled than they had the previous day. Good. As for the two new students... The young man must be Maxwell, and the young lady Usami. Eiichi pursed his lips in a thoughtful frown when his eye landed on Usami's poor excuse of a walking stick. He'd read that she had some sort of difficulty with walking, but the documents didn't provide any concrete condition. He would have to consult Ms. Ceciline and Vince more about that. And make sure that the girl would get an upgrade for her walking stick.

"For those of you that I haven't already met, my name is Eiichi Kikuchi. First, I heard about what happened with Nora Glass last night. There was no security breach, so it's unlikely that someone took her. The academy is looking into this case, but we believe she may have left on her own or was spontaneously transported back to your original world. Rest assured, you're not in any danger so long as you're on academy premises," Eiichi said, despite doubting that his words would do much to put the students' minds at ease.

"Now, some technical details to go over," Eiichi sighed, looking up from his notes of all the obligatory niceties that he was supposed to go over with new Otherworlders. "As you can see from your schedule, this period will be both your history class and homeroom. As your homeroom teacher, I will also be your supervisor during your time at Vehemen Academy, along with Professor Mitra, whom most of you have met yesterday. This means that I will be overseeing future field work and handling the general logistics of your performance in your classes. As per the academy's policy on Otherworlders, you won't be taking classes with students from Lumen, but you may be assigned to work with them during field assignments, so I advise you to get to know your other schoolmates.

"Usually, you are to meet with me again after your lunch period, but since you have Professor Mitra's class after lunch, you may report directly to his class. You will have combat training lessons afterwards with... Professor Vince," Eiichi's eye twitched minutely, but he plowed on. "But today, there will be an assessment instead, so prepare yourselves for that."

Once all the housekeeping things were out of the way, Eiichi flipped his neatly stapled papers to the following page with his lesson plan. "Today's lesson will be a brief rundown the history of Lumen and Praeces. In particular, the history of the supernatural abilities that we wield and their effects on the world. This lesson is meant to help all of you get familiarized with this world, so we will be going over the history in broad strokes. We will go over details in future lessons. You may use the notebooks on your desks to take notes," Eiichi paused and tapped the podium twice. A large, holographic image of a map appeared aside him. Smaller, identical versions of the holograph appeared in front of each student from their desk. If the students took a close look at the map, they would notice that the appearance and geographic locations of the continents resembled that of their original world. However, the names of the continents are completely different. North and South America had become North and South Eveiland, respectively, Africa was Dazenfall, Europe was Skeiland, Australia was Varyka, Antarctica was Crustallica, and Asia was, strangely, Aisa. Another glaring difference is a large continent between what they knew as North America and Africa. Before anyone could raise a question towards the similarity, Eiichi pointed at the large continent and continued, "From what I understand, the world of Lumen closely resembles the world of Ningen—in other words, the world from which you all came from. It's a particularity that we are interested in, but we won't delve into that right now. And as I'm sure you've noticed, the Kingdom of Praeces, this continent between Eveiland and Dazenfall did not exist in Ningen. But it is where we are all located right now. More specifically, we are in the city of Raevedel, the capital of Praeces.

"Praeces was first discovered by a Angulan explorer in 1655. Over the next three decades, Skeilander settlers populated the new continent. The Dazenfall Slave Trade had been going on in North Eveiland and Skeiland for the past century, and Dazenfaller slaves were naturally imported into Praeces as well. Due to a corrupt government in Angula, a country in Skeiland, the Praeces Revolutionary War began in 1670, until its independence was recognized in 1675. In the 1680s, magic, or abilities, began to manifest in about 30% of the Dazenfaller population in Praeces. These people were initially viewed as devils, but over the years, they helped the people of Praeces to avoid natural disasters, and some had healing abilities that far exceeded what medicine at the time could do. Over time, they began to be viewed as god sent beings instead. Many Dazenfallers were thus put into positions of power, and slave trade gradually slowed within Praeces until it ended in early 1700s. Between 1687 and 1728, Dazenfall colonies began to declare their independence.

Those from other continents only began to manifest their abilities about a decade after Dazenfallers did. In 1728, Praeces entered war with numerous Dazenfall countries, and in 1731, claimed them as Praeces territory. Despite their supposed divinity just several decades ago, the war led to apparent racism toward Dazenfallers in Praeces. It wasn't until 1958 that Dazenfall countries reclaimed their independence, partly thanks to the increased wealth of the continent as a whole after the discovery of abundant gold mines in Dazenfall. It's also worth noting that due to abilities replacing the need for technology and medicine, advances in those areas slowed in most of the world. Studies into traditional technology and medicine only picked up again approximately two centuries ago.

A few years after abilities first appeared, crime rate surged significantly. Just as there were people who did good with their abilities, there were people who saw it as an opportunity to further their own ends. For a long time, these criminals ran amok because there was no way to control people with abilities. In 1741, the Specialized Supernatural Abilities Troop, or the SSAT, was formed by the Praeces government to deal with criminals with abilities. Naturally, the SSAT was comprised of those with abilities as well. Still, containment of these criminals was met with difficulties. And so in 1755, a drug named Null was developed. When injected, it temporarily shuts down an individual's abilities. Unfortunately, the SSAT and the upper-class who'd managed to get their hands on the drugs abused their power. Innocent people who had abilities were captured, some as criminals and some for more... unsavory reasons. It was only in 1815 that Null became strictly illegal for those other than authorized personnel."

Eiichi continued on about the appearance of Poex twenty years ago, the establishment of the academy, how the VHA quickly absorbed the SSAT, the Grim Night, and the appearance of the First Generation Otherworlders and the Miracle that they brought, then the appearance of Second Generations.

"...And that brings us to now, year 2472, with your appearance as Third Generations. I'm sure you'll make history books one day," Eiichi concluded without humor. "There is more regarding relations between Praeces and other countries, but we will go over that in detail in the future. This concludes my lesson for today. There are outlines of what we went over today on my desk. Feel free to take one as you leave. Are there any questions?"

After the opening ceremony, the Third Generations, as per their schedule, would proceed to their first class, which also doubles as their homeroom. Once they arrived at the designated room, they would find that it was more akin to a small lecture hall. Eiichi was already sitting at the professor's desk, shuffling through some paperwork.

"Sit wherever you want," Eiichi said without looking up. He gestured towards the the stack of notebooks and the small, tin bucket of pens in front of him and added absently, "Feel free to take one. Keep the pens too."

After the meeting with the Principal the evening prior, Eiichi found himself barely able to get a wink of sleep. And upon arriving at the academy this morning, Ms. Ceciline had unceremoniously thrusted a small stack of papers into his hands. The only explanation that he got was "New circumstances" before the woman quickly stalked off. If he didn't know that she was incredibly busy herself for the first day, Eiichi probably would have sent her off with a glare. Nevertheless, it didn't change the fact that he'd been holed up in the classroom for the past hour or so catching up what limited details that the academy had on the two new Third Generations, and how another one of them disappeared in the middle of the night.

The thought that the universe was replacing the missing and dead students left a bad taste in Eiichi's mouth, but he didn't have time to mope. As soon as the clock struck nine, he stood from his seat and walked up to the podium at the front of the class. Despite running himself haggard the past twenty-four hours, Eiichi still stood poised and without a single hair out of place.

All the students were wearing proper attire, and they looked far less rattled than they had the previous day. Good. As for the two new students... The young man must be Maxwell, and the young lady Usami. Eiichi pursed his lips in a thoughtful frown when his eye landed on Usami's poor excuse of a walking stick. He'd read that she had some sort of difficulty with walking, but the documents didn't provide any concrete condition. He would have to consult Ms. Ceciline and Vince more about that. And make sure that the girl would get an upgrade for her walking stick.

"For those of you that I haven't already met, my name is Eiichi Kikuchi. First, I heard about what happened with Nora Glass last night. There was no security breach, so it's unlikely that someone took her. The academy is looking into this case, but we believe she may have left on her own or was spontaneously transported back to your original world. Rest assured, you're not in any danger so long as you're on academy premises," Eiichi said, despite doubting that his words would do much to put the students' minds at ease.

"Now, some technical details to go over," Eiichi sighed, looking up from his notes of all the obligatory niceties that he was supposed to go over with new Otherworlders. "As you can see from your schedules, this will be both your history class and homeroom. As your homeroom teacher, I will also be your supervisor during your time at Vehemen Academy, along with Professor Mitra, whom most of you have met yesterday. This means that I will be overseeing future field work and handling the general logistics of your performance in your classes. As per the academy's policy on Otherworlders, you won't be taking classes with students from Lumen, but you may be assigned to work with them during field assignments, so I advise you to get to know your other schoolmates.

"Usually, you are to meet with me again after your lunch period, but since you have Professor Mitra's class after lunch, you may report directly to his class. You will have combat training lessons afterwards with... Professor Vince,"
Eiichi's eye twitched minutely, but he plowed on. "But today, there will be an assessment instead, so prepare yourselves for that."

Once all the housekeeping things were out of the way, Eiichi flipped his neatly stapled papers to the following page with his lesson plan. "Today's lesson will be a brief rundown the history of Lumen and Praeces. In particular, the history of the supernatural abilities that we wield and their effects on the world. This lesson is meant to help all of you get familiarized with this world, so we will be going over the history in broad strokes. We will go over details in future lessons," Eiichi paused and tapped the podium twice. A large, holographic image of a map appeared aside him. Smaller, identical versions of the holograph appeared in front of each student from their desk. If the students took a close look at the map, they would notice that the appearance and geographic locations of the continents resembled that of their original world. However, the names of the continents are completely different. North and South America had become North and South Eveiland, respectively, Africa was Dazenfall, Europe was Skeiland, Australia was Varyka, Antarctica was Crustallica, and Asia was, strangely, Aisa. Another glaring difference is a large continent between what they knew as North America and Africa. Before anyone could raise a question towards the similarity, Eiichi pointed at the large continent and continued, "From what I understand, the world of Lumen closely resembles the world of Ningen—in other words, the world from which you all came from. It's a particularity that we are interested in, but we won't delve into that right now. And as I'm sure you've noticed, the Kingdom of Praeces, this continent between Eveiland and Dazenfall did not exist in Ningen. But it is where we are all located right now. More specifically, we are in the city of Raevedel, the capital of Praeces.

"Praeces was first discovered by a Angulan explorer in 1655. Over the next three decades, Skeilander settlers populated the new continent. The Dazenfall Slave Trade had been going on in North Eveiland and Skeiland for the past century, and Dazenfaller slaves were naturally imported into Praeces as well. Due to a corrupt government in Angula, a country in Skeiland, the Praeces Revolutionary War began in 1670, until its independence was recognized in 1675. In the 1680s, magic, or abilities, began to manifest in about 30% of the Dazenfaller population in Praeces. These people were initially viewed as devils, but over the years, they helped the people of Praeces to avoid natural disasters, and some had healing abilities that far exceeded what medicine at the time could do. Over time, they began to be viewed as god sent beings instead. Many Dazenfallers were thus put into positions of power, and slave trade gradually slowed within Praeces until it ended in early 1700s. Between 1687 and 1728, Dazenfall colonies began to declare their independence.

Those from other continents only began to manifest their abilities about a decade after Dazenfallers did. In 1728, Praeces entered war with numerous Dazenfall countries, and in 1731, claimed them as Praeces territory. Despite their supposed divinity just several decades ago, the war led to apparent racism toward Dazenfallers in Praeces. It wasn't until 1958 that Dazenfall countries reclaimed their independence, partly thanks to the increased wealth of the continent as a whole after the discovery of abundant gold mines in Dazenfall. It's also worth noting that due to abilities replacing the need for technology and medicine, advances in those areas slowed in most of the world. Studies into traditional technology and medicine only picked up again approximately two centuries ago.

A few years after abilities first appeared, crime rate surged significantly. Just as there were people who did good with their abilities, there were people who saw it as an opportunity to further their own ends. For a long time, these criminals ran amok because there was no way to control people with abilities. In 1741, the Specialized Supernatural Abilities Troop, or the SSAT, was formed by the Praeces government to deal with criminals with abilities. Naturally, the SSAT was comprised of those with abilities as well. Still, containment of these criminals was met with difficulties. And so in 1755, a drug named Null was developed. When injected, it temporarily shuts down an individual's abilities. Unfortunately, the SSAT and the upper-class who'd managed to get their hands on the drugs abused their power. Innocent people who had abilities were captured, some as criminals and some for more... unsavory reasons. It was only in 1815 that Null became strictly illegal for those other than authorized personnel."


Eiichi continued on about the appearance of Poex twenty years ago, the establishment of the academy, how the VHA quickly absorbed the SSAT, the Grim Night, the appearance of the First Generation Otherworlders and the Miracle that they brought, then the appearance of Second Generations.

"...And that brings us to now, year 2472, with your appearance as Third Generations. I'm sure you'll make history books one day," Eiichi concluded without humor. "There is more regarding relations between Praeces and other countries, but we will go over that in detail in the future. This concludes my lesson for today. There are outlines of what we went over today on my desk. Feel free to take one as you leave. Are there any questions?"
 

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Another figure joined endeavor to get to class. Green eyes, untended dark hair and around the same height as Maxwell. Surely the man was within earshot when Maxwell acquainted Usami and himself to Ravyn. When the latter insisted on her first name to be addressed, Maxwell gave a slight nod that roughly translates to 'very well'.

Adrian gave his name shortly as they were pacing themselves towards their first period. Maxwell nodded again, giving Adrian a nonverbal gesture of 'likewise', followed by a brief look. It was wired into Maxwell's habit to keep things as concise as possible. For all he knew, it won't be the last time he had to break silence with other students sooner or later. It was already too crowded for his taste, but it's not like the man could protest against it, nor does he feel the need to. Well, at least he was not the only male figure around, he thought.

When they made it to class, at the behest of Professor Kikuchi's indifferent introduction, Maxwell followed suit and obtained for himself a notebook and pen as swiftly as he could without a second thought. Settling for a seat at the front, Maxwell leaned back and re-adjusted his hair in a ponytail fashion to keep his vision clear. A brief rundown of where he would have to head to next, stapled syllabi, and a holographic projection to boot. As the lecture went on, Maxwell's eyes continuously followed Professor Kikuchi, while his hand automated on the corresponding notes, as if he had an independent typewriter for a hand. Occasionally, he would look over to the other Otherworlders that he was acquainted with prior.

Much like his world, Lumen was no stranger to constant conflicts, and evidently for a brief history lesson, no matter who the players were, greed and power always find a place to rest its head. While Kikuchi's demeanor upon the podium seemed lifeless, with no room for humor, there was a certain affirmation of his expansive knowledge on the subject. It reminded Maxwell of his commanding officer, whose passions were confined behind a professional facade. Despite the professor's steely mien, Maxwell found his lesson thus far to be informative.

When the lecture ended, Maxwell would stop by Kikuchi's desk to procure for himself a page of the outline. He briefed over its contents, while raising his voice.

"Professor Kikuchi, do you have any reading recommendation on the Specialized Supernatural Abilities Troopers and the development and effects of Null before 1815?" Maxwell asked, before shifting his inquiring eyes at the man.

 
~Frederika von Eisenhart~
-- Official Vehemen Academy Student --

Status: Nominal
Wearing: Vehemen Academy School Uniform (women's)
Location: Vehemen Academy, 1st year Homeroom/History classroom

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At last, class had arrived, and maybe just for a little while, Frederika could breathe a small sigh of relief. She entered into the classroom at a regal pace, her shoulders back, eyes leveled, face a model of impassivity as she strode to the front of the room to careful select a set of stationary. With a practiced turn, she pivoted with another flourish of her coattails towards the center of the front row to take her customary seat at the center of the front of the classroom... only to stop as Maxwell plopped down in a seat right next to such. Nevermind the fact that she didn't really want to be banging elbows with some one every time she had to reach for a pen; something about the way he'd acted since the assembly had set off a red flag in the back of her head, though what precisely it was, she couldn't put her finger on. Still, Fredi, you aren't going to make any friends by immediately dismissing someone out of hand.

Taking instead a seat a few spots down, she neatly arrayed out her working materials and began her usual process for starting a class; first, an index was established on the first page with "1ST YEAR HISTORY", after which two pages were skipped to allow room for a to-do list and assignment list. Then she numbered the previous pages in their outside corners and marked down the page number corresponding to where she would begin taking notes for the day in the index, quickly titling the page with the date. Anyone pedantic enough to watch her as she went through this laborious process would immediately note the impossibly regular printing that composed her note-taking, the pen moving in near-mechanical precision as she formed each letter, one after another like an assembly line. Finally she was complete, and she set down the pen momentarily to await the beginning of the day's lesson.

"For those of you that I haven't already met, my name is Eiichi Kikuchi. First, I heard about what happened with Nora Glass last night. There was no security breach, so it's unlikely that someone took her. The academy is looking into this case, but we believe she may have left on her own or was spontaneously transported back to your original world. Rest assured, you're not in any danger so long as you're on academy premises," Eiichi said, despite doubting that his words would do much to put the students' minds at ease.

To hear that Nora's sudden disappearance was not in fact due to an assault was somewhat relieving; this at least put to rest her worry that the academy's security was inadequate to the point of absurdity, being unable to protect a second student the same day an abduction had already taken place. Speaking of which... no further word has been made of the black-haired girl's disappearance. Considering how quickly they were able to determine Nora's intentions, is the administration still unsure of hers? Or do they wish greatly not to tell us at this point? As always, she would have to be on guard; still, at least she could somewhat rely on the Academy's walls to provide a safe haven for the moment.

The remainder of the housekeeping notes were of moderate interest. It was interesting that the academy was keeping their education separate from those who were native to this land, though part of her suspected it was as much logistical as anything more nefarious; they would need to be introduced to the ways and realities of this land like... well, like schoolchildren honestly; they literally knew nothing other than monsters existed and so did special powers-

... hm? Did I catch something there about the combat instructor? Frederika steepled her hands as she leaned forward, peering intently at the professor. Nothing more revealed itself, and she was forced to table her suspicions for the moment. Still, why do I get this feeling of inevitable doom...

As the lecture proper began, up came the pen in her hands as Frederika began her printout anew; subjects, headings, footnotes: they all were noted in a lettering that looked more at home in a military document than a freshman notebook. As her notes gradually reached the end of one page, she deftly flipped the notebook over, flicked the pen into her other hand, and continued onward without missing a word. A very large callout to Praeces took up a good portion of one page, with the remark "no equivalent" drawn on an arrow proceeding to a quickly drawn map of the world they once called home. Topics such as "Angulan exploration", "Dazenfall Slave Trade", and "War for Dazen Independence" quickly fell in line with their subject matter like regiments of line from the days of old.

The formation of the SSAT interested her in particular, and so her notes for that were particularly detailed, along with a description of the drug Null. Do the abilities we've manifested also fall prey to Null? she considered at length, before writing a exact wording of the question down to ask the professor after class. Learning that the drug became an agent of abuse elicted a scowl from her at the inevitable misuse of what was originally a beneficial substance. She wasn't sure if she truly wanted to know just what unsavory purposes Eiichi was hinting at, but she had a bad feeling she would eventually find out one way or another someday.

Finally, Frederika reached a heading she denoted as "Modern History", which she began with the appearance of the Poex (adding in a brief remark about the creature they had fought the day prior), and ended with the Second Generation's appearances. Thinking about how they must have felt appearing in this world much like how they had, she was spurred to take a brief pause to look about the room quickly, imagining Cleo and Elise in this very room at some point in their own first year, along with an indeterminate number of featureless companions, the names and likenesses of which she did not know. I am left to wonder who, if any of them, sat in the very seats we now occupy-.

"...And that brings us to now, year 2472, with your appearance as Third Generations. I'm sure you'll make history books one day," Eiichi concluded without humor.

-and whether our fates will follow theirs, she reflected, looking now at the forms of her classmates as they went about finishing off their notes or otherwise ending their class time. What would become of them anyway, strangers in a strange world, and yet at this point, a common enough occurrence that the laity were beginning to dismiss their importance from arrival?

"There is more regarding relations between Praeces and other countries, but we will go over that in detail in the future. This concludes my lesson for today. There are outlines of what we went over today on my desk. Feel free to take one as you leave. Are there any questions?"

Right, the question she'd written down earlier. She begun to raise her hand to ask about the effects of Null when Maxwell's own made hers seem entirely self-serving. She gave a small grumble of irritation but said nothing as she stood to listen to the professor's response.
 
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Ravyn actually managed to make it to their destination without getting lost. She strode into the classroom, quickly grabbed a pen and a syllabus, and sat down at a desk in the dead center of the room, two rows behind Maxwell. She opened the waiting notebook and wrote her name, the class name, room number, teacher, and period all in an artistic font and fashion. She liked to be somewhat organized, but mostly aesthetically pleasing. She doodled in the margins of her notebook as Eiichi went over the housekeeping things. Even though it looked like she wasn't paying any attention at all, as always, Ravyn listened intently

Nora was gone. They hadn't been close, but it still left a strange feeling, almost a hollowness, in her being. Weird.

As the professor moved on with his lecture, Ravyn switched to the next page. When the holographic map of Lumen appeared on her desk, she was utterly transfixed. Ravyn doodled more into her notebook, absorbing every word. The bored expression was almost muscle memory by now. She had played dumb for so long, it took barely any effort. She still loved learning and sucked up information like a sponge, but her body language and airy speech made it hard to believe. Good. Grades were, in theory, important but really they're just numbers. Ravyn used to care but then she just let go as soon as high school hit, just to smite her parents. She would never be their puppet. Ever. Even if it meant acting like a total airhead and refusing to let herself get tied down in a relationship, so be it. But she was in a new world now. She didn't have to hide behind a dumb mask. Trained habits are hard to break though. So Ravyn kept doodling.

At the end of the lecture, Ravyn had filled the entire page with drawings. If one would look closely, they would see a pretty decent recreation of the map, and a bunch of random symbols and words scattered around or on top of it.

"I'm sure you'll make history books one day,"

That closure stuck in Ravyn's head. They were important, like, really important. People would learn about them for years to come. The only thought in Ravyn's head was
'Don't screw it up.'
Great self-advice. Pin it on the inspiration board.

As class ended, she slipped the syllabus into the notebook and the notebook into her purse. She pulled out her phone, found her next class, and breezed towards the door. She gave a slight nod in thanks as she passed Professor Kikuchi's desk and gently brushed against Maxwell. Was it accidental? Was it purposeful? Was it flirting? Was it a greeting? Was she trying to tell him to follow her? Was it an assurance? Ravyn left that up to the imagination. She paused at the doorway, waiting for Usami, Maxwell and/or anyone else who may want to walk with her. If no one came, she'd walk alone, maybe mingle with some of the other students, but she waited, just in case.

 
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[/div] [div class=role]third generation otherworlder[/div] [div class=name]usami[/div] [div class=nameo]usami[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] Usami trailed behind the group and brought her gaze down at the identification card in her free hand. Meanwhile, being mindful not to lose sight of the others to avoid getting lost within the complex system of hallways.

[div class=dialogue]"This all seems too surreal,"[/div] she thought as she ran a thumb over the academy's name printed in black. The other item in her hand- her phone- presented a sudden thought, which forced Usami to skim hastily through the new applications in order to find her downloaded file.

A sigh escaped her as her worry was replaced with relief. There in bold text, the title of her beloved manhwa, Tea Time With Duke Bologna, stared back at her in anticipation. A true masterpiece divided into hepatology filled with suspense, mystery, heartbreak, and glorious artwork of Duke Bologna's luscious white hair. There were at least some things that were able to transfer over to this foreign place. A subtle blush crept up onto Usami's cheeks as she glanced around before shoving her phone into the pocket lining within her uniform. A time for leisure reading was essential once all of this madness was over.

Usami returned the wave given by the male who called himself Adrian September. He contrasted greatly against Maxwell with his tanned complexion and shade of hair as dark as the earth. She remembered seeing Adrian through the holographic television and took note that his conditions were far better than they were on that day. Usami paid no mind whenever Maxwell spoke for her, but she did make the effort to return the greeting gestures to avoid being seen as rude.

Usami took the chance to observed the rest of the group, who would not pay a dime to care for what the students surrounding them had to say. She wondered how long this attention will last. Even though the speech from Principal Rolvel and Miss Ceciline held expectations that deemed superficial, Usami hoped it will all be short-lived. Usami could only be seen as none other than a leaf blowing in the wind. The thought of putting in the effort caused a faint headache to transpire. Perhaps a smile or wave with more enthusiasm will suffice, but she could not find the motivation to.

She could never be like Ravyn, who sauntered through the halls with a profound confidence. She was indeed a lively one, and Usami could never dream of reciprocating it.

In fact, her demeanor was unsettling to the point of being strikingly familiar... Usami peered between the towering bodies of Maxwell and Adrian, falling onto the girl with the personality as vibrant as her hair. Usami rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. [div class=dialogue]"Rowan,"[/div] she mumbled suddenly as if she could have sworn she saw her old childhood friend in Ravyn's place.

It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination where Usami quickly filed into the classroom. She grabbed herself the material that was neatly stacked the front desk on the way in before settling in the seat beside Maxwell. She laid her walking stick on the floor then focused her attention on the man standing behind the podium with an air of elegance. Usami glanced around the room, taking note of who sat near her and their reactions to Professor Kikuchi. Most had already prepared their stationery along with formating their paper for notes.

Usami looked down at her own desk- not a name or date on sight on the line sheet of paper. Throughout the lecture, she couldn't help but to swish her hand across the miniature holographic map that appeared on her desk; she found it a bit amusing as the interface warbled before returning to its original state. While the other Third Generations were scribbling notes at the speed of lightning, Usami stared at the holographic projection and listened to Professor Kikuchi. The map pieced itself together like a puzzle in Usami's mind and a horrific theatrical performance of Lumen's history played from her imagination. Her paper remained untouched.

A part of Usami was disappointed after discovering that Lumen was no different from Ningen. She had hoped Lumen would exceed the temptations of greed, but Usami failed to realize that mankind was easy to manipulate regardless if they were capable of magic abilities or not. She shouldn't have placed such high expectations... For the remainder of the class, Usami stayed silent, pondering over her thoughts while listening intently to the conversation between Maxwell and Professor Kikuchi.

When the class was over, she reached for her walking stick and gathered her belongings. She couldn't help but stand beside Ravyn once she left the classroom. Her bubbly nature reminded Usami of her old childhood friend way too much, causing a melancholy to wash over her. Usami leaned her weight against her walking stick while her belongings were tucked away under her shoulder.

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Hanna would make it to the classroom with no trouble at all, since she was following Fred to get their first class. She walked in, and everything looked alright, nothing too out of the ordinary. Hanna decided to take a seat in the back row, close to the window, just out of reach of the window because that's where she liked to sit in classrooms. It's the spot where your teachers more or less begin to forget your existence when your sitting in the back, which was great for Hanna as she didn't like to answer questions. Hanna would take a notebook, and neatly write her name, Her hand writing was good, and she could also write in cursive. Her mother taught her how, but she rarely did so. Hanna would begin to take a few notes while Professor Kikuchi gave them a lecture about the history of the world that they were in. She wrote down dates, events, and anything else that seemed important, like Null, that drug that disabled abilities, she would have to keep an eye out for the stuff, and maybe try to get some for herself, because you could never be too prepared. Who knows what could happen in this school? Someone could be plotting everyone's demise, and no one would be the wiser, and this Null stuff sounds pretty effective at doing what it was made to do.
 
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It seemed that Ravyn did indeed know where she was going. Entering the classroom, Adrian saw one of the men from the square seated at the large desk at the front of the classroom. If he was remembering correctly, he was Eiichi Kikuchi, the one who'd decapitated the Poex. The other man was one of their teachers as well. It made Adrian wonder if all of the teachers were that... incredible. He wasn't sure if the thought amazed or unnerved him.

"Sit wherever you want." The teacher gestured to the supplies in front of him. "Feel free to take one. Keep the pens too."

Sit wherever, huh? Adrian filed down the front of the classroom and picked up a notebook and a pen, then seated himself in the second row, right next to the window. He peered out of the window tiredly, the coffee's effects wearing off quickly. To be going to school even after having been transported to a world of magic plagued by terrifying, monstrous creatures. He'd never thought he'd end up in a situation like this. Of all the mundane things to do, it had to be school. Soon, as Adrian lost himself in his lament, the rest of the class took their seats.

"For those of you that I haven't already met, my name is Eiichi Kikuchi. First, I heard about what happened with Nora Glass last night. There was no security breach, so it's unlikely that someone took her. The academy is looking into this case, but we believe she may have left on her own or was spontaneously transported back to your original world. Rest assured, you're not in any danger so long as you're on academy premises."

That certainly validates one of Adrian's theories. The issue lay with the other question it brought up. Spontaneously transported? That was incredibly suspicious. No one had ever mentioned any possibility of that happening and it sounded like some sort of hasty excuse made up to excuse the event. Well, what did he know? Adrian had only been in Lumen for all of a day. Though, if this was something they'd believed could happen, why had no one told the 3rd Genereation? Was it to prevent them from getting their hopes up? Or something else? Either way, it didn't seem like he'd be getting any answers soon, as Eiichi moved on quickly.

"Now, some technical details to go over. As you can see from your schedules, this will be both your history class and homeroom. As your homeroom teacher, I will also be your supervisor during your time at Vehemen Academy, along with Professor Mitra, whom most of you have met yesterday. This means that I will be overseeing future field work and handling the general logistics of your performance in your classes. As per the academy's policy on Otherworlders, you won't be taking classes with students from Lumen, but you may be assigned to work with them during field assignments, so I advise you to get to know your other schoolmates.

"Usually, you are to meet with me again after your lunch period, but since you have Professor Mitra's class after lunch, you may report directly to his class. You will have combat training lessons afterwards with... Professor Vince. But today, there will be an assessment instead, so prepare yourselves for that."

Assessment? Did he just sat assessment? As in, assessment assessment? Please say Lumen had a different dictionary than Ningen. Lumen-assessment must mean break time, yes. However could Adrian have thought otherwise? His face came crashing down into his hands with a muffled groan. He wasn't yet so coffee deprived that he could feed his delusions so much. But an assessment on the first day? If it were in some normal class, maybe he'd have been able to scrape by, but this test was in combat? What even was a combat test? Would he have to fight someone? This certainly didn't bode well for the rest of his time at Vehemen.

His mood soured, Adrian scowled as he scribbled into the notebook as Eiichi continued on with the history lesson. The holographic map on his desk, which was hardly the most extraordinary thing he'd seen so far, did bear a striking resemblance to Ningen, with the sole exception of Praeces, where they were currently located. He scratched the map into his notebook and labeled the different continents in his thin, cramped handwriting. While the outer appearance of the two worlds were similar, they had to be very, very different under the surface if an entirely new continent ad formed. It was strange, then, that despite these changes, the other continents had remained the same. Adrian's brow furrowed in contemplation. Really quite strange.

The remainder of the history was also odd. It was so unnervingly similar to that of Ningen, with slavery and violence abound, only with the addition of magic. It did, however, eventually diverge. Adrian continued to take notes in his notebook, quickly filling up the first two pages and moving on to the third. The SSAT was particularly interesting. If it was created in 1741 and the current year was 2472, then they'd been created over seven hundred years ago. Given that Vehemen was basically a less militaristic SSAT, it was extraordinary that it hadn't really changed much.

And then there was Null. It was... worrisome. An incredibly dangerous drug that had been around for, once again, over seven hundred years. Typically, that amount of time would be enough to come up with protective measures of some sort, but Adrian didn't hear Eiichi mention anything of the sort even once. Only that it was banned after sixty years. But banned didn't mean destroyed. While Adrian doubted that the original stocks had kept for so many years, he also doubted that Null had been completely locked away. After all, seven hundred years is a long time, and who knew where it had gotten to in that time?

The remainder of the lesson filled up the third page and then they were done, the teacher dismissing them with a rather worrisome line. He wasn't wrong, though. The previous generations had already become a part of the history books. Whatever they did now was important. That wasn't a feeling Adrian was all too familiar with. Nora's decision to leave seemed more and more reasonable. This was a kind of pressure he was entirely unprepared for. He tugged at the collar of his white shirt and rose from the desk, only to stop as he heard Maxwell's question. While he wasn't likely to be doing much voluntary reading, it wasn't a bad idea to know how he would go about doing that.
 
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When morning came, it found Kiyoshi already awake—alongside many of the other Third Generations—and (more importantly) alert. He wasn't a fan of using caffeine to supplement his energy, especially if he was running low on sleep, so with great sadness he chose to forego his customary morning cup of tea, afraid of suffering an energy crash and also unsure of the extent of his welcome in poking around the kitchen.

He dressed in the uniform that had come ready with their rooms, noting how the material seemed to shape itself to his body and allowing himself to note that hey didn't have that back where he came from, that was for sure, before he filed out with the others to an intimidatingly large auditorium. He was viscerally glad that he had others with him, because the size of the room alone would have cowed him into a wrong seat and (likely) a terribly awkward interaction where an established student came into the room and told him to move.

They were introduced to two new students with very little preamble. Kiyoshi took them in—a boy and girl, one light-haired and the other dark-haired—but as someone who wasn't especially talkative, he only nodded politely, forgoing anything verbal. They had time for that later, right? And the more outgoing members of their group had that covered, he didn't want to overwhelm them if he didn't have to.

As it turned out, they had little time before the ceremony started, anyway. A girl with hair the color of an eggplant's skin summoned the room's attention, briefly introducing herself before Principal Rolvel took over; Kiyoshi winced internally when the man outed them all as Otherworlders. Perhaps it was customary, but he would've thought (and preferred) a little more discretion. The spotlight was an uncomfortable thing to be in, and he wasn't sure how Otherworlders were publicly regarded, anyhow.

Only a deeply instilled sense of discipline and respect kept Kiyoshi still and attentive during the whole duration of the ceremony. Several times he wanted to give in to distraction or fidget with the hem of his new clothes, but he forced his hands to remain stationary and his eyes to stay on the podium. At last, the speeches concluded, and he and the others were ushered off to have their picture taken for identification cards and their phones altered. When the latter was returned to him, he inspected it, finding applications that were very different from what used to be installed on the device. As the worker explained, among these was the academy app as well as popular social networking apps.

It was considerate of them. Kiyoshi himself had no social media presence, but it was the thought that counted. And there were likely some among their number who'd use... Instogurami, was it, or its ilk.

As he fell into line with the rest of the Third Generations, he tried very, very hard to ignore what felt like the weight of everyone's gazes. Kiyoshi never did well as the center of attention in normal circumstances, and in a new school in a new world, that was only exacerbated. Still, it was just his own nervousness talking, surely. They weren't that interesting—even if Principal Rolvel had singled them out in front of the entire school, no doubt everyone had moved on from what was basically old news.



He was relieved to walk into the classroom, which was a strange thing to say, but at least it was a controlled environment with people that he at least knew—and who were all joined in some kind of solidarity, whether it be fighting a monster together or simply being Third Generation Otherworlders. As instructed by Professor Kikuchi, he picked up a notebook and a pen (he vaguely wantde to pick up two, just in case, but didn't want to be greedy or come off as presumptuous); gaze sweeping across the classroom, he made his way over to the desk five rows back, pressed up against the window.

Unassuming enough, right?

He bit the inside of his cheek at Professor Kikuchi's offhand mention of an assessment. There was little Kiyoshi hated more than feeling unprepared, and it seemed that since his arrival in Lumen, he'd been nothing but. Unprepared for the Poex, unprepared to be flirted with, unprepared for this lesson, and now? Unprepared for the test he was going to be given.

Wistfully, he turned his head slightly to the side. His seat had a lovely view of what was outside the classroom, which was great so long as he didn't get too distracted.

As it turned out, he didn't really have an opportunity to get distracted. Professor Kikuchi's lesson was dense, and it took all his concentration to not fall behind. He'd always been a detailed note-taker, leaning more into the side of copious notes rather than concise ones, and soon page after page of the notebook was filled up with lines of sweeping cursive, as well as a hastily drawn (but neatly labeled, to make up for his lack of talent as an artist) replica of the map the professor projected.

Praeces discovered in 1855... Praeces Revolutionary War (1670-1675)... Dazenfall colonies declared independence between 1687 and 1728... In 1741, SSAT created to combat criminals with abilities... Null developed in 1755, can shut down abilities if injected, outlawed in 1815...

His hand began cramping by the end. Professor Kikuchi was perhaps one of the first adults who proved himself competent and qualified, but if only for the sake of preventing early onset arthritis, Kiyoshi was glad the lecture had come to an end. Although he began to straighten his materials, he stayed seated when Maxwell voiced his question; Kiyoshi was close enough to the back of the room that he didn't want to risk being rude by having to cut between his peer and the professor in order to grab an outline, and he was vaguely interested in hearing the answer to the question.
 
"Professor Kikuchi, do you have any reading recommendation on the Specialized Supernatural Abilities Troopers and the development and effects of Null before 1815?"

Well, that was unexpected. Not the actual question, per se, but the fact that someone actually had a question in the first place. Eiichi had learned quickly in his first year of teaching that most students were eager to bolt from the classroom after an hour-long lecture, so Maxwell's question came as a pleasant surprise.

"Doctor Aaron Barad studied and prepared Null for usage in prisons before he retired. He's published several articles about its development and how its effects on the human body has been modified throughout the years. Those are heavy reads, but if you'd prefer something lighter, he also authored a book on the same topic that's often used as a reading material in high schools. If you want something on Null's effect on the public..." Eiichi mentally sifted through the readings and materials that would be appropriate for the class but also readily available to them before continuing, "War on Null is a documentary on the SSAT and their use of Null. It's an interesting watch, and the information is accurate for the most part. The readings should be available in the academy library, and the documentary is online. I can compile a more comprehensive list later on, if you'd like."

Eiichi glanced up at the clock, then back at the students that remained, "For now, it looks like you should proceed to your next class. If you ever need to speak to me, I'll be available in the faculty office during your lunch period."

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Maxwell attentively jot down the names on his notebook without a pause. Like anything one can learn in their lifetime, perhaps extensive studies would prove to be of use later, or not. For the young white-haired man, he just wanted to get a better picture of the world. Cultural research, history, and social studies are the main pillars by which most civilization thrive via reflections and adapting. Maxwell found it a necessity to know who and what he would have to deal with. By absorbing these little things, he hoped to apply these things for his beneficial needs. Uncertainty and lack of knowledge, in his eyes, were two things he could not afford. But aside from that, there lurked another motive behind his inquiries.

Like Maxwell hypothesized, the man truly did possessed vast knowledge. Despite his stern demeanor, Kikuchi asserted himself not a condescending snob, but rather a poised mentor. "Aaron Barad" and "War on Null" quickly dotted Maxwell's notebook, as he gave his professor a slight nod. His pen clicked and stowed away, as he closes his notebook. With it, his brief observation for the man came to a halt, for the time being. Before long, an ominous sensation reached out unto his shoulders, as he caught a glimpse of the Eisenhart's frustration directed towards him.

(Eh? What's with-... Why is that woman glaring at me?) Maxwell thought to himself.

She did not utter a word, but her hand was briefly visible for Maxwell to deduce her intents. It did not take long for Maxwell to conclude that she was one of them eager students, and he was instrumental in cutting off her 'glory'. The man shyed away from Eisenhart's eyes, dared not trot on his already-misplaced endeavors. Maxwell eventually reassured himself to keep calm. If he should be caught in a conflict, the least he could do was to keep a cool head. He also caught another figure, of whom was within earshot of him and Kikuchi. Based on his lingering presence, despite having took an outline himself, Maxwell could only presume that he wanted to hear the professor's response to the question. Maxwell then turned towards Kikuchi.

"A list would do, professor Kikuchi. I appreciate it. I'll be ... on my way now." Maxwell replied, before shortly sashaying towards the door in hopes of avoiding the Prussian's aggression. Or so he assumed, based on her name and that particularly sharp gaze from prior.

Maxwell looked around him. Some of the Otherworlders, sparing him and Usami, were caught up in a trance. While he could not decipher what it was, they all seemed to have a certain story to tell. Adrian showed a certain pruned expression, albeit brief, at the mention of 'assessment' prior. Speaking of which, Maxwell was going to inquire upon that subject. But as he left Kikuchi's desk, he felt like he would know soon enough. Hopefully something less physically demanding, and more gray matter involved.

Breaking from his thoughts, Maxwell glanced back and forth, before settling his eyes on Usami, of whom was with Ravyn by the door. He gave no words. Only a conceding look for them to move on to their next period. Maxwell remained, waiting for Adrian to catch up with him.

 
~Frederika von Eisenhart~
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Location: Vehemen Academy, 1st year Homeroom/History classroom

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From her position, Frederika stared at Maxwell's back though narrowed eyes, following his retreating form up the stairs of the lecture hall before finally relaxing slightly as he cleared the doorway. Easy, fraulein... she thought, raising a hand to her head to sort herself out, this was not an assault on your person... yet. She was still trying to make friends, yes, but forming anything even approaching an acquaintanceship was going to be a far tougher proposition than she intially thought. What was it about Maxwell that was getting so on her nerves? Was it the way he spoke, the way he dressed? The girl shook her head no at herself; his words demonstrated no lack of intelligence, and the uniform he wore was a carbon copy of those Adrian and Kiyoshi had donned this morning. So what was it then? A certain je ne se quois? Frederika hated the phrase, and honestly didn't believe in the concept of not being able to identify something, so this was right out. For the moment then she would simply have to leave this factor as undiscovered, needing more research and more observation: a task she certainly was no stranger to.

As was quickly becoming her trademark, she gave a short sigh and soon was back to normal, or at least as normal as an Eisenhart mentality could muster. The information Max had prompted out of Professor Kikuchi certainly warranted additional consideration; it was little surprise that the SSAT's use of a chemical agent to suppress powers would draw attention no matter how it was used, but if it was egregious enough to warrant a proper documentary being made, then it was worth delving further into. She made a note to herself to secure a copy of the documentary the professor had mentioned when she had a free moment. As for the Eiichi's offer of an audience, this would be something she would take up at first opportunity.

But for now, the next class beckoned, and so she gathered up her things as best as possible, thankful to the lords of fashion that the school had provided its women's versions with pockets as she stowed away her pen in such. Still not wholly on board with manipulating objects whilst wearing the equivalent of stockings on her arms (again, the few occasions she'd worn them not calling for fine dexterity), she'd at least been able to maintain enough grip to work her pen, so some small credit was due to the academy's clothing suppliers. They were still going in the back of the closet the instant she found a suitable replacement.

Speaking of doffing gloves, she had remembered Hanna also not particularly enjoying the uniform's accessories, but had not got a chance to talk about as Frederika was too busy railing against the lowered combat ability of the things. This seemed like as good a chance as any to circle back around to this topic of conversation, and as Hanna had followed her to the class, it would be at least appropriate to ensure she was not left behind en route to their next class. Striding over to the dark-haired girls' desk, she tucked her hands behind her back, holding her notebook in one of many practiced gestures of formality. "I believe we have Physics next," the blond girl offered, before turning her torso slightly to glance at the front of the class from where she stood. Straightening back around, a slight raise of her eyebrows was all that changed in her expression as she continued. "Are you able to adequately make out the lecture from here? This is quite a distance from the professor's desk..."

She shook her head. "Well... no matter, shall we be off?"

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"So," Frederika mentioned as they walked along the upper balcony of one of the school's hallways, now thick in the throng of other academy students also making their way to various classes. "I am to take it you are not a... fan of these." She held a dressed arm aloft, rotating her hand slightly in midair for emphasis. "I must admit, I am curious as to why this Academy has seen fit to equip us with such." As they descended a grand staircase, the taller girl looked out at the sea of blue and black, catching many girls dressed quite the same as them who seemed not particularly to mind the nearly shoulder length gloves. "Do you have any thoughts?" she bluntly asked her roommate, still peering at the masses out of the corner of her eye.

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Hanna listened while the professor spoke to answer Maxwell's question, and made sure to write down the things that he listed for research on Null. To Hanna's surprise, she actually really enjoyed this teacher. He was straight forward, didn't have corny jokes, nor did he have a super annoying voice. And you could really tell he knew his history, which was something Hanna really enjoyed. She would close her notebook when Fred came over to her.

"It's fine, I prefer to sit in the back, less people to bother me mid class." Hanna responded. "and yeah, I'm ready to go, just lead the way Fredi" She responded. They would be walking pretty far to get to their next class, and the halls started to get crowded with other students.
"So, I am to to take it you are not a.... Fan of these" Fred asked Hanna as she held her gloved hand up. Hanna laughed a bit,
"I'm here to kill monsters, not be a little princess waiting to be saved, plus, I hate how they look on me, and how long they are" Hanna said. she then stopped at what seemed to be their physic's class. Hanna once again sat in the back and took notes for the entirety of class, even though it was the most boring thing that she had ever had to sit through, but somehow made it without falling asleep.

Hanna would walk over to Fred, and give her a good ol smile, "Guess it's time for lunch, I wonder if we can go off campus and into the city, maybe they have a basket-ball court, imagine that, a fucking basket-ball court" Hanna said with a little hope. "though today, I want to just explore the school and city today, and get food, definitely get food, I'm running on fumes here" Hanna sighed as her stomach violently grumbled.
 
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[/div] [div class=role]third generation otherworlder[/div] [div class=name]usami[/div] [div class=nameo]usami[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] Usami turned on her heel the moment she saw Maxwell gesturing for her to go on ahead. She assumed he was going to stay behind and wait for Adrian or the others. Although it would be nice to go to the next class on her own, she would rather have Ravyn lead the way and take all of the attention away from her. Usami glanced at Ravyn out of the corner of her eye and gently nudged her with the walking stick. Usami began to walk on ahead, going at a slow pace and leaving space on her side for Ravyn.

Usami stood outside of their physics classroom, waiting for a little ways away to allow the others to wrap up their belongings. The following class was far more interesting than the prior one. The material gone over was similar to Ningen's, but with the addition to Lumen's magical components. Magic... It would take Usami some time to get used to the fact that magic is common around here. Then, it would take even longer for her to accept that there was magic flowing within her.

Usami shuffled her weight between her legs before deciding to lean back against the wall. Bounded by curiosity, she fished out her phone from her pocket and did a quick scan of the schedule. This was her first time seeing the schedule, as she had been following the others the whole morning. Usami confirmed her assumption that the lively hustle and bustle of students within the hall was in fact eagerness for their lunch break rather than their next class. She noted from the academy's app that the front gates were open during lunch hours, allowing for students to go off-campus. Her ears perked as the girl named Hanna reaffirmed it while she and Frederika passed by.

The need for distance and quiet time sounded pleasant in Usami's thoughts, but she was also curious as to what was in the cafeteria menu. The mention of food enticed a low gurgle from her stomach and Usami clicked her tongue. She would normally have snacks on hand but seeing as though she rarely had the time or knowledge of where to find some, she had gone the whole morning without food in her system. She decided a quick tour of the cafeteria, purchase a meal, and then venture in search of a quiet place to settle down within the campus grounds would suffice.

Usami soon joined the crowd after gathering herself and making her way toward the direction of the cafeteria. [div class=dialogue]"Maybe I could read some Tea Time once I'm alone..."[/div]
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Ravyn smiled brightly at Usami and followed.
"Hey, Usami, right? Physics awaits..."
She added sarcastically.
"Yay..."
She was more of a chemistry person herself. But no one needed to know that. She breezed through the hallways, using her map as her guide. She miraculously didn't get lost again. Hooray.
Physics. Yadda yadda. Crap she knew already. Then lunch. Personally the most stressful part of the day. Where to sit, what to eat, who to talk too... Should she stick with Usami or find the popular clique? She scanned the crowd. Who was who? She had gone to the same private school for almost all of her life, and now she was in a place where she knew literally no one. She'll sit with the Usami today and mingle tomorrow. Sounds good. She followed Usami through the lunch line, settling on a small cup of fruit as her lunch. Low in calories, good sugars for energy, vitamins... a good lunch. She turned to the dark haired girl with a charming smile. She didn't even know if the girl liked her yet. They had barely actually interacted. They knew nothing about each other, yet she still spoke to her with her signature charm.
" Can I sit with you? I've gone to a private school all my life, so being the 'new kid' is... foreign..."
She twirled a strand of red hair around her finger.
" So, where'd you want to go?"
 
"Doctor Aaron Barad studied and prepared Null for usage in prisons before he retired. He's published several articles about its development and how its effects on the human body has been modified throughout the years. Those are heavy reads, but if you'd prefer something lighter, he also authored a book on the same topic that's often used as a reading material in high schools. If you want something on Null's effect on the public... War on Null is a documentary on the SSAT and their use of Null. It's an interesting watch, and the information is accurate for the most part. The readings should be available in the academy library, and the documentary is online. I can compile a more comprehensive list later on, if you'd like." The professor glanced up at the clock. "For now, it looks like you should proceed to your next class. If you ever need to speak to me, I'll be available in the faculty office during your lunch period."

Adrian disregarded most of the information Eiichi offered, the names and lists washing over him with little effect. The knowledge that there was a library in the school, however, did manage to stick to him. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise. The vast majority of schools and universities back in Ningen had on-campus libraries and there was no real reason that Lumen wouldn't be the same. Despite that, the possibility seemed so foreign, so alien that Adrian had never even thought about it. Perhaps it was simply the manner in which he arrived to Lumen or the events which followed shortly. Those kind of extraordinary concepts tended to detract from the ordinary ones.

Making a mental note to visit the library soon, Adrian moved to the teacher's desk and picked up one of the outlines, stuffing it into the notebook. It was unfortunate that he'd spent so much effort to scribble down notes when they received an outline of the exact same information at the end of class. Yet another thing that remained constant between the two worlds. It didn't help that the first class of the day was history, by far Adrian's least favorite subject. Shifting his notebook and pen to his left hand, Adrian deftly extracted his phone from his pocket with his right, quickly unlocking it and pulling up his schedule. So next was physics? He was sure that it would either be exactly the same as his old classes or it would be completely different. He was quickly coming to realize that aptly described all Lumen.

Looking around the room, Adrian realized that most of the others had already left the classroom. If he didn't hurry, he'd end up late for physics, not an ideal prospect for his first day. He shoved his phone back into the pocket he'd retrieved it from, motioning for Kiyoshi to hurry and approaching Maxwell quickly.

"We should probably get going," he urged, glancing at the clock. "We'll be late, otherwise."

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Cleo Donovan
Location: Hallways/Cafeteria
...A boring field assignment on a first day, huh,” a sigh escaped from the ash-haired girl as the trio--she, Elise, and Jun, ventured down the hallways, crowded with different students who had also completed their last class before lunch. Unlike what most of the other female students are wearing, Cleo herself went to the office and asked to wear the male version of the academy uniform instead. Long gloves are, after all, not her thing. Neither are skirts, to be precise. The very fact that she was willing to wear the uniform itself is rare in the first place, as she’d never liked to be bound down by rules, especially those that limited her own freedom of choice. For example, a silly dress code.

It isn’t the most common, but there are students like her who asked their uniforms to be changed to the other gender version. However, both sets of uniforms are supposedly designed so they can give an elegant, noble image for the academy. At the same time, as they should be suited for combat if the students are required to fight in them, magic was implemented in these clothing and they are all supposed to fit with the students perfectly upon wearing them to bring the best comfort to the students for them to move at ease.

However, they didn’t seem to do very well this year with the gloves. While most are fine with it, perhaps sooner or later, enough students would be complaining about this issue enough for the academy to make some changes.

The field assignment that Cleo referred to, would be the one that Mitra gave out during their homeroom period. The beginning sentence---to “visit the VHA”--sounded rather exciting at first, until it ended with the details that she, Elise, and Jun are supposed to observe how the hunters who’ve returned from their missions handle paperworks, and hand in their observation report. To complete this assignment, they would not be going to the rest of their classes this afternoon, but are free to head out of the academy. The assignment would be due tomorrow morning, during the same homeroom period.

Man, if that was the case, she shouldn’t have even bothered attending, so there would at least be some sort of excuse as to why she wasn’t aware of this assignment. She was once looking forward to determining if there’s some type of secret element of surprise behind Mitra’s poker face as their new supervising professor--but for now, it appeared there were none. For the rest of the courses, Cleo listened half-attentively, only a couple details in the lecture peeked her interest, or else she was mostly asleep. It wouldn't be surprise if she's gone from the classrooms and lecture halls for the rest of the week.

I wonder how the third gens’ are doing,” as if her own train of thoughts reminded her of the new group of Otherworlders, Cleo grinned, a thin layer of sarcasm added to her voice. “First day of class in a new world is always fun.

Her conversation was directed mostly toward Elise and Jun, though after Jun’s phone notified him that a friend had invited him to join a buy-one-get-one free for limited Fancy Magic Strawberry Ice-cream Crepe, the male’s eyes had sparkled and he left. Once again, it was only the two girls left as they squeezed past the crowds to get to the cafeteria.

It was then, the girl’s eyes spotted someone familiar.

“...I want to just explore the school and city today, and get food, definitely get food, I'm running on fumes here....”

Hanna’s voice entered their ears, and Cleo, with Elise, shifted through the students who finally began to lessen in number to approach the two. She was with Frederika, who looked rather uncomfortable in that uniform.

Yo," going over, she greeted, a hand resting on Hanna's shoulder. "The cafeteria has steak today, it’s rather good, so I recommend trying it out. Elise and I are going to the cafeteria, feel free to come with us.” Putting an arm around her fellow second-gen as she spoke, she invited the rest of the third gen to follow.

How’s Eiichi’s class?” On their way to the cafeteria, she asked the two, whose reply would accompany them on their little walk before they entered through the double doors to the eating area.

The cafeteria, much like what one would expect of an academy eating space, consisted of rows of bronze long tables against the red carpet floor. The chandeliers hanging down from the roof emit a soft yellow glow. The cafeteria, by this time, is already crowded with students. On the sides, several doors would lead to the kitchen, where chefs and lunch ladies work behind a counter with the cashier at the end. Many students line up from the counter, telling the lunch ladies what they want, and pay at the cashier.

Food like fruits, desserts, etc take basically no time, but actual meals usually take a small while.

If you look at your phone, there should be this lunch app,” Cleo explained. “There, you can look at the type of meals they have today. You can order and pay first through the app, and the kitchen will be notified. You might still have to wait a bit, but it saves some time.

After they get their meals, Cleo would look around the cafeteria to spot the familiar sight of a red-haired girl, accompanying her would be the new otherworlder that she could not get the chance to greet today after seeing her at the ceremony. “Let’s sit there,” She concluded.

Years ago, she wouldn’t have bothered sitting together. There has always been a difference between being interested in talking to people, than being interested in hanging out together as a group. Cleo’s not particularly the one who likes making friends, or initiating people to buddy up with each other. When the second generation first arrived, Cleo was the one who chose to remain distant the most. She liked solitude, after all, and it felt weird to hang around with people she’d separate herself with for so long to embrace a life of illegal activities and violence revolving around gangs who live in the dark part of society.

Overtime, however, it would be a lie to say that she didn’t bond with them, to begin to value them as fellow precious comrades. What happened during the Fangen Incident, perhaps, changed her the most. There were a few regrets that never left her mind about what she could’ve done, regrets that she never bothered to bring up or explain, even towards Elise or Jun. Though, they marked the beginning signs that she has begun to treat everyone as equally important since the start. Now, it’s as if she’s desperate to get everyone to be together, to understand everyone ahead of time. As if something this small could prevent something big in the future.

Else, inviting everyone to sit and eat together would’ve been impossible for her to do two years ago.

Sup, Ravyn. Fruits only? I’d suggest if you eat something more fulfilling...You need the energy for this afternoon,” remembering how they are all forced into an assessment when they first entered the academy, Cleo advised, but didn’t really say much about what the assessment is about. Cleo then proceeded to sit down herself next to the black-haired girl. “You’re the new otherworlder, right?” She greeted. “I’m Cleo Donovan, and she is Elise Friedhelm,” she introduced Elise as well. “And you?

She had noticed when they walked in the morning, that the girl walked slightly crippled. It would be certain to affect her training as a hunter. However, she believes in potential. There must be something within her that is special, but takes time to shine.

The long table at this corner is big enough to have plenty of empty seats even after everyone sat down. The table behind them is also still empty. When Cleo noticed the rest of the third generation also making their way into the cafeteria, she would proceed to raise her hand to invite everyone to come over as well.

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"We should probably get going." Adrian's eyes flicked towards the clock. "We'll be late, otherwise."

Kiyoshi blinked, mentally cataloguing the name Aaron Barad and War on Null, before he inclined his head in agreement. "Of course," he said, rising from his chair and making his way over to his dark-haired roommate. "I suppose tardiness wouldn't make for the best first impression."

And he'd hate to give professors a reason to hate him on the first day. (He'd hate to give professors a reason to hate him, period.)

With the other two male students, he made his way to the next class of the day—physics. Which was fine, right? Science and math and numbers, he could work with that. He was a little wary of seeing how physics reconciled with a world where magic happened regularly and monsters came out of nowhere, but maybe it'd at least make some sense.

It wasn't terrible, to be sure, but introductory or no, Kiyoshi sat in his desk and realized that he sorely needed to brush up in his physics knowledge. Although he wrote them down diligently, many of the theorems and formulas looked like a different language to him, although he swore he wasn't bad at the subject. Well, he supposed he simply had to study. Another thing to add to his agenda.

When the class ended, he rose from his seat, eyeing Adrian and Maxwell questioningly. He'd gone to physics with them, so it was only polite that they accompanied each other once again—if they wanted to, of course! He was more than okay with walking by himself if they'd rather go alone.

"Is it lunch next?" he asked mildly, a tone of inquiry even though he'd viewed the schedule before the class had begun and knew for a fact that lunch was next.

 
~Frederika von Eisenhart~
-- New Vehemen Academy Student --

Status: Nominal
Wearing: Vehemen Academy School Uniform (women's)
Location: Vehemen Academy, Hallways


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"I'm here to kill monsters, not be a little princess waiting to be saved, plus, I hate how they look on me, and how long they are" Hanna said. She then stopped at what seemed to be their physics class.

Frederika pondered this remark as she came to a halt as well, and for the briefest, most fleeting of moments, the corners of her lips lifted as she let out a very small, nearly inaudible laugh. "Very well then," the taller girl curtly replied, "I will ensure you are not confused for one by any passing drachen." She pushed the door to the classroom open with a measured effort and gestured towards the back of the room, allowing Hanna to proceed to her designated spot as she did hers. The class itself, unlike its predecessor, offered no additional information for Fredi to glean; rather it seemed the laws of force, motion, action and reaction were very well still in play here. Perhaps she was misunderstanding the topic, possessing no actively assertable version of the ability, but it appeared magic simply appeared to act similar to any other natural force, albeit with the ability to act as ANY other force, as Hanna's pyrokinesis and whoever's telekineses resembled controllable thermal and physical influences. As for the teleportation abilities Kiyoshi had demonstrated earlier, and Nora's ability to simply go unnoticed-

Nora... she thought, her notetaking pausing momentarily as did her thoughts, remembering the willowy girl's features even as the memory of her seemed to slip away just like the rest of her. She shook her head and returned her attention to the lecture, driving herself to retain focus on the concepts being somewhat droned on at length by the physics professor. Her ability to stay on task was a testament to her iron will, if not her desire to try and at least momentarily drown out the worries that continued to build in the back of her head of this new world they were all in. Even with as much special attention as we seem to be getting, will this Academy ever truly feel welcoming? And what about the greater world at large? Another shake of her head was the only response she had to herself, left with no real answer.

The class ended without much grace, the professor simply hitting a stopping point and announcing the conclusion of the lecture, leaving the class to go their ways. Gathering her things yet again, Frederika saw Hanna had snatched up her things ahead of time and was beaming as made her way down to the front of the class in a reversal of earlier.

"Guess it's time for lunch, I wonder if we can go off campus and into the city, maybe they have a basket-ball court, imagine that, a fucking basket-ball court" Hanna said with a little hope.

"Basketball, ah," Frederika began, remembering back to her early years of high school. "Though I was oft asked if I would join the team, I... tended to decline," she offered, a brief look away of her eyes indicative of the equivocation occurring. "Besides, I wished to focus on the various other responsibilities the season necessitated. Assessment tests, fitness training, familial obligations..." she said, trailing off on the last point, again her eyes looking away betraying her attempts to be stoic. "Well, regardless, I could not imagine attempting to perform any sort of physical sport in this manner of uniform, accommodating as it may claim to be." She tested her full range of motion, and though the outfit certainly offered more flexibility than it had any right to, it still felt quite strange to reach the limits her her motion and witness the uniform contort in seemingly impossible ways to keep up. She frowned, returning to a normal posture as she spotted Cleo and Elise drawing up just on the other side of her roommate.

"Today though, I want to just explore the school and city today, and get food, definitely get food, I'm running on fumes here" Hanna sighed as her stomach violently grumbled.

Yo," going over, Cleo greeted, a hand resting on Hanna's shoulder. "The cafeteria has steak today, it’s rather good, so I recommend trying it out. Elise and I are going to the cafeteria, feel free to come with us.” Putting an arm around her fellow second-gen as she spoke, she invited the rest of the third gen to follow. Though pork generally was Frederika's preferred protein selection, she certainly was no stranger to beef in all of its myriad forms; steak would be a more than welcome addition to the day's events, especially given the looming threat of the so called "assessment" that had been coyly hinted at.

How’s Eiichi’s class?” On their way to the cafeteria, she asked the two, whose reply would accompany them on their little walk before they entered through the double doors to the eating area.

"Informative," would come Frederika's reply, the word leaving her mouth with military-like meter as she continued forward in unbreaking stride. "The professor has given us a working history of Lumen as well as a few additional leads on the topic of Null to research. I plan on visiting the library as soon as classes are completed for the day." Short, clear, and brutally to the point; Fraulein von Eisenhart had returned to her earlier speaking pattern yet again as she discussed the class. "If you are familiar with the subject in question, I would like to ask you a particular detail about it once we are properly seated."

The doors to the cafeteria had been barred open for the lunchtime rush, and as Frederika gazed inside the dining area, she was duly impressed at the furnishings within, the tables and chairs seeming to stretch as far as the eye could see. Above them, the vaulted ceiling stretched high above them, chandeliers hanging by thick chains down to provide appropriate illumination for dining, giving the omnipresent feeling of being in a medieval great hall. Frederika very much suspected this was an intentional attempt to hearken back to the school's purpose as an academy for hunting; a flintlock rifle and the stuffed head of a stag mounted over a roaring fire would not look out of sorts here. In a way, it gave a small amount of comfort to the girl; there were certainly no shortage of restaurants and taverns where she was from that hewed whole-heartedly to the aesthetic. Perhaps there is some hope for feeling at ease in this place...

The kitchen doors beckoned with their promise of succulent meat dishes, and as Frederika hung her eyes upon the offerings inside, the white-haired second-gen spoke again. “If you look at your phone, there should be this lunch app,” Cleo explained. “There, you can look at the type of meals they have today. You can order and pay first through the app, and the kitchen will be notified. You might still have to wait a bit, but it saves some time.

Frederika nodded. "Convenient and efficient. I shall strive to take full advantage of it." She begun to fish out her phone as she entered the kitchen proper, ordering not one but two servings of the entree before making her way through the remainder of the line to await her meal. In the few moments she had before her meal came out, she was afforded the chance to continue to observe the surrounding student population, jammed in as they were. For the moment they seemed to be talking among themselves, nothing particularly drawing her attention, but more than a few furtive glances from corners of their eyes seemed be suspiciously directed her way. Nonetheless, the staff were either unaware of her presence as an otherworlder, or simply were not particularly beholden to it, as much like the student before her and the one after, her order number was called and her food delivered.

Extricating herself from the throng of students packed into the kitchen, she made her way over to the table Cleo had slowly began to gather their group at, and for a moment, she wondered if maybe Cleo herself had similar feelings of foreignness. Is she gathering everybody together so as to obtain some small sense of togetherness from our literal otherwordness? Then again, she and Elise have been here for two years... is that an indication as to the duration of these feelings? For the moment, her internal pondering would have to remain unanswered; there was food to be eaten, and more important questions to be asked. Ravyn and the new girl had already sat down earlier, and she addressed them with a simple "Rayvn. Usami."

Sup, Ravyn. Fruits only? I’d suggest if you eat something more fulfilling...You need the energy for this afternoon,” remembering how they are all forced into an assessment when they first entered the academy, Cleo advised, but didn’t really say much about what the assessment is about.

Frederika had been halfway through digging into her double portion before she stopped at Cleo's words, looking over to see what Rayvn's lunch consisted of. "Fruits contain excellent levels of vitamins and carbohydrates, but you will be lacking in protein without additional supplements," she rattled off like a human nutritional facts chart, taking a bite of her steak. "The steak is commendable, if you are concerned as to its quality."

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Physics was... well, physics. Despite all the differences between Lumen and Ningen, there were some basic qualities that remained the same, and as far as Adrian could see, the laws of physics were one of them. The class was far from enlightening, consisting mostly of the same basic concepts he'd covered less than a year ago, though applied in far more interesting ways. But even then, the glamor wore off quickly once he realized just how mundane this class was, just like the previous one. Adrian found it extraordinarily difficult to pay attention to the lesson, ending the class with a few hastily scribbled notes and many, many doodles and errant markings. It certainly didn't help that the last dregs of coffee in his system had completely worn off, leaving him to fight off both a painful craving and impending fatigue.

Almost before he could notice, the professor ended the class with little fanfare. As the others began to rise, Adrian leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head to loosen the limbs with a sigh of relief. Kiyoshi rose from his seat and glanced at him and Maxwell. "Is it lunch next?"

"Yeah, I think so." Once again, Adrian retrieved his phone and accessed the handy-dandy map of the school. Quickly locating the cafeteria on it, he leapt out of his seat with a pep in his step. "Let's hurry. The cafeteria'll probably be crowded by the time we get there."

Crowds were far from Adrian's favorite thing. They were loud and obtrusive in a way that rubbed him the wrong way, to say nothing of the irritation caused by having to navigate them. He would take any chance to escape them. If that meant rushing from class, then so be it. Or it would've, had coffee still fueled him. As it was now, he was restricted to a purposeful walk.

Unfortunately, the cafeteria wasn't so close that they could avoid the throng of students heading there. Pushing through the wild gaggle of students was no easy feat and while the cafeteria was, thankfully, less packed, there were still enough people to make navigating the large hall a struggle. Even so, Adrian had to stop to take note of the unusual design choices. It was as if the cafeteria had been pulled out of some old castle with the furniture (tables, chandeliers, and all) intact. The red carpet was a curious addition for a cafeteria, though. It didn't seem like the most practical flooring.

Well, not exactly Adrian's problem. Surely the academy knew what they were doing. Regardless, the decor matched the expensive feel that the rest of the academy had. If only the students could be that classy. Just while voyaging to the kitchen, Adrian found himself on the receiving end of several shoves, a handful of elbows, and more than one kick, some of which he doubted were accidental. Well, it was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, the suffering seeming more pronounced without caffeine. Even so, he managed to struggle towards and into the kitchen, where things were, thankfully, much more peaceful. After a quick observation of the other students, Adrian ordered a grilled cheese and a very large, very sweetened cup of coffee, which he sipped at as he waited for his lunch.

Once he and the other two had collected their meals, they set back out into the cafeteria. Now for the next trial, locating seats. Luckily that was easily remedied when they spotted Cleo, who was motioning for them to approach. She was seated with Elise, Frederika, Hanna, Ravyn, and the new girl, Usami. It felt a bit odd to call her 'new' with a difference of only a few hours, though.

"Good afternoon," Adrian greeted the others, seating himself in one of the empty seats and placing his plate on the bronze surface of the table, choosing to neglect it in favor of his cup.
 
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[/div] [div class=role]third generation otherworlder[/div] [div class=name]usami[/div] [div class=nameo]usami[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] Usami entered the threshold of the dining hall and was met by the flurry of Vehemen students unwinding from their morning classes. The liveliness from students greeting each other for what must have been the first time since the school year began to even the clattering of table utensils were first to reach Usami's ears as she followed the flow of traffic toward the food line. Usami hobbled over, being bumped and nudged from not being seen among the crowd. She grabbed herself a tray and waited for her turn to grab something to eat. The rich aroma was no doubt meat among other smells that brought Usami's tongue to salivate.

As Usami was requesting for her food, she heard a voice chirp loudly beside her, ordering only a small fruit cup and nothing else. Usami's head snapped toward the source and found that Ravyn decided to stick beside her. She looked down at the small fruit cup that sat squarely in the middle of her lunch tray. When Ravyn turned to her and smiled, Usami returned it with one of awkwardness before she went to pay for her food. Once Usami's food was ready, she peeked between their trays... Medium-rare ribeye steak with a side of buttered mash potatoes and sauteed mushrooms versus the fruit cup that would have only been a mere snack for Usami- not a meal.

[div class=dialogue]"Can I sit with you? I've gone to a private school all my life, so being the new kid is... foreign..."[/div]

Usami balanced her tray with her hand, as the other was holding on tightly to her walking stick. She looked to be struggling, quickly rethinking her choice of ordering so much food. She then brought her attention to Ravyn, who twirled her cherry-red hair around her finger. It brought Usami to think about how mundane she must look whilst being around her. Not thinking much of it, Usami shrugged slightly. [div class=dialogue]"Sure, why not."[/div]

They settled into a vacant spot in one of the long bronze tables. Taking her seat and resting her stick beside her, Usami breathed out a sigh and took a moment to look around her. She hadn't noticed the detailings of the dining hall due to the blur of activity going around the vast room. The large windows lining the east wall brought in light and a view of the campus on the other side. There were students littering what appeared to be a field of decent sizing, tables and benches were also scattered with bodies seated within them. Usami thought another day would be best to go and explore. It did look refreshing...

Another voice joined the couple, one that Usami found unrecognizable from its boyish and husky tone. A presence took the seat beside Usami and spoke.

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If Cleo hadn't said her name, she would have mistaken the person beside her as a boy not only because of their uniform but by the way they carried themselves. Her eyes met momentarily with Cleo and then to the girl accompanying her but quickly diverted herself by taking a sip from her glass of water. She wasn't keen on being given so much attention. When she grew up with her childhood friend, Rowan, she was mostly ignored while Rowan received all of the attention. Usami didn't mind due to the fact that most of the people vying for Rowan's attention acted coldly toward her when she was alone.

So, this sudden amount of attention Usami has been receiving the whole day was edging toward overwhelming. [div class=dialogue]"I'm Usami,"[/div] she responded, as completely ignoring the girl would be rude. She hadn't shown any signs of hostility towards her yet.

The other Third Generation students began to join their table, and soon it was completely full- a sight she was far from accustomed to. Nevertheless, Usami proceeded to eat her food. The food was surprisingly delicious as the flavors mingled and melted in her mouth. It was fitting for the school, who was capable of having rich velvet carpet in their dining hall. She was immersed in her meal but still kept an ear open to listen as the others around her conversed. During this time, she would subtly nudge some of it toward Ravyn in hopes she'll accept them, the mention of an assessment resurfaced in her mind.

She was not ignorant, but instead wary of what this so-called assessment was supposed to be. What was to become during this assessment? What were these administrators expecting from these students or more-so from Usami who could barely walk on her own without the assistance from a dissected broom?

[div class=dialogue]"Let's just hope it's not what I think it is..."[/div]

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Ravyn followed Usami and sat down. She smiled at the other Otherworlders as they sat down, offering cute greetings such as "Hey sugar", "What's up my queens.", and "How ya doin' hot stuff". The final quip was, of course, directed at Adrian and Kiyoshi. She was not giving up yet. At Cleo's mention of her 'lunch', Ravyn merely shrugged.
" I have a low metabolism, so I'm dieting. "

The words tumbled out of her mouth as if reciting lines for a play. An actress, that's what she was. Every meal, every airheaded smirk, every hour she'd spend in the bathroom throwing her meal up because she ate to be polite and lord forbid she intake that many calories... all an act. Every day. But she was beautiful. At least that's what her Instagram following and social hierarchy told her. Every time she looked in the mirror, her eyes found every mistake, every imperfection. Nothing was ever good enough. She could disappoint her parents all she wanted, but her looks were one thing she could never seem to get good enough. She'd never put any plastic in her body, no, but she'd strive for perfection even if it meant starvation.

As for the offerings of food or in the Ger-- Frederika's case, the assurance that the steak was 'adequate' (guess she had a lot of friends back home...), Ravyn flashed her regular smile and simply responded,
" Sorry, I'm vegetarian. Thanks for offering though. "

Not a lie. Not an act. Ravyn had a particular care for animals. She could talk to them actually. She didn't know if that had anything to do with her telepathy, but it existed. When she discovered it with her cat... Her cat, Snoops. The big, fuzzy, grey and white Maine Coon whom she found and named in the middle of the night that she would probably never see again. Snoop Cat, the one person (animal? Living thing?) that knew the real her. Well, that was gone now. Her one escape was gone...

None of the worries, none of the fears, none of the churning anxieties could be found anywhere on her smiling, perfect little face. Always an act. Keep up your pretty face. Never let them see...

 
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Nora Glass
"Why struggle?"



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It was frightening how fast the human body discarded the things one took for granted as automatic as soon as the brain registered them as no longer a necessity - or perhaps, in Nora's case, a possibility. She had to force herself to breathe, muscle memory gone so quickly. Her lungs struggled to pull air through her panting mouth, and it felt like inhaling razor blades as the feeling of nothing was replaced by suddenly being hyperaware of every sensation. Her clothes burnt against her skin, the pull of gravity wore against her bones.

How long was it before her eyes snapped open in the common area? It was light outside. She hoped for mere hours, but immediately sought out a calendar, a clock, anything. Her panicked gaze flickered over the contents of the room, but she couldn't seem to focus enough to find anything useful. She stumbled onto the couch, head in her hands, and tried to process what had happened to her.
She had just wanted a glass of water.

She had crept out of her dorm the night before, surrounded by muted sounds of life. Sleep-heavy breathing, the soft stirring of blankets. Every step through the unfamiliar environment had seemed to exhaust her further, but no matter how she had tried, sleep wouldn't come. She felt like a force was tearing her apart at the seams, sudden changes, sudden powers, and with all the violent shifts a profound sense of loss. "Ciana." The name had escapedd her lips, and she had been startled to find herself crying. When had she last cried? Did she even cry at the funeral? Or had the numbness, the guilt at her almost relief that finally the stretch of limbo her sister's hospitalization had put her family through had ended, staunched the flow before it could even start?

But now it came. Like a goddamn tidal wave.

She had sunk down onto that same couch and wept, biting her lip until it bled to keep from sobbing, not wanting any of her peers to see her in that state. And then, just as it seemed that even that would not be enough, as she opened her mouth to let the sound escape, something in her had snapped. And again, everything had become void. Pieces of her scattered, pieces she wasn't sure she had the strength or even simple ability to put back together again.

She hadn't wanted to, at that moment. It had all been too much. All it took was a push, and she had flown, growing less and less aware of every piece of herself as they moved away like dust in the wind. And thus she had stayed, a dim flicker of consciousness. But something so small could not be capable of such profound pain, could it?

"You are the light of our lives, Nora."

The voice sprung to her mind unbidden, a motherly echo cast aside in the great aftermath.

Why did you leave then? After everything, when one light went out, why did you turn your back on the only one you had left?

Then, though her eyes were blind in her current state, the ghost of a hospital room swam before her eyes. A girl, so small, so racked by disease, with her palm pressed against a pane of glass, smiling into the morning sun.

"I stay up at night, sometimes, Nora. Just to see the sunrise. Mom and dad - they named us both after light, right? Even when you aren't here, I can still see the light. And it reminds me that my family loves me."

"I have to keep fighting, even if I'm sick. Every night, I tell myself I just want to see one more sunrise."

And then she was gone, replaced by the infinite grey. If Nora could have cried out, she would have, but all she could do was send a course of echoes through her own mind. Don't go. They fed back in an ever-fading loop, until that too was nothing. Nothing save for a slight shift in the grey. A paling of the flat shadow all around her.

It was, Nora realized with a start, the light of day. Was she really seeing it, or was this another projection?

Did she, too, want to see just one more dawn?

A sudden spark, a pull at that dim ghost of consciousness, an elightenment. She had to get back. Giving up now would just be walking the same path as her mother, running away; as her father, hiding. She didn't want to flee into the nothingness.

And so she had searched, pressing outwards with her remaining psyche, pulling at those invisible threads she had felt before. But where there was mere cobweb before, now there was copper wire, so much more tangible. Within her control. It was a slow, agonizing process, but she had found every last piece of herself. Pulled herself back together. Awakened.

She realized that her fingers were digging into the couch cushions so hard that her knuckles had gone pale. She was crying again, and this time she didn't stop the sobs as they came, wincing every time she took a great choking gasp of air. But the pain was better than nothing. The pain meant she was whole, and alive. She steadied her breathing, wiped her eyes, stood. Pressed a palm against window glass, and left the room.
She was still in a haze as she tried to navigate unfamiliar territory, the panel of buttons in the elevator she entered a mystery. She jabbed a finger at the one label "Main," and upon reaching ground level, stumbled out into the daylight. She stepped into the grass, and abruptly flopped down onto her back in it. And then she laughed, a grating, manic noise made harsher by her aching lungs. She stretched her fingers toward the sun looming overhead, its warm glare finally silencing her.

Dawn by dawn. She would take this dawn by dawn.

She stood, slowly this time, working her way through the motions. Her feet once more beneath her, she moved toward the main building, looking for signs of life. Her bare feet padded gently against the floors once inside, and she heard faint sounds of conversation to her right. She pushed two hands against the door labelled "cafeteria," and stumbled into the room. So full of people, so many voices. She recognized school uniforms, and immediately became aware of her own attire. Sweatpants and a baggy sweater. She let out one more harsh chuckle and stood frozen in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. She released the door with a sigh and a shrug, and made her way towards a table populated by faces both new and already familiar. She sat down at the nearest empty seat and proffered a slight grin at those around her.

"So," she began. "What did I miss?"



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Elise Friedhelm.

Elise fiddled idly with the sleeve of her coat as she made her way to the cafeteria alongside Cleo and Jun.

“Yes, boring…” she echoed Cleo absentmindedly. If anything, homeroom had been more exciting than their actual trip to the VHA, albeit not in a good way. She had long grown used to Professor Kikuchi’s stoic nature, but Professor Mitra’s empty gaze of scrutiny continued to make her mentally squirm.

His eyes had held not a hint of condescension, and his tone had been even throughout his explanation of their assignment. He hadn’t even graced them with a simple, judging click of his tongue at how all three of them had failed to turn in their history assignments to his coworker. It wasn’t as if he were the only faculty member whose thoughts were impossible to read. However, at least most let their students know when they were proud or disappointed.

Needless to say, she had jotted down her notes at the VHA diligently, swearing to never skip another assignment again. That still didn’t mean she enjoyed the dull task given to them, of course.

Lunchtime had never been more welcome, and Elise greeted Hanna and Frederika with a casual “hello” as Cleo invited them to walk to the cafeteria together. The walk was short, with bits of banter and advice tossed around, and, as soon as her feet walked through the cafeteria’s doors, she made a beeline for her meal—if you could even call it that.

Within the neat line of medium and medium-well steaks, a single plate of charred steak sat innocently at the edge of the pickup area. In stark contrast to the poor condition of the meat, the absurd amount of sliced turnips topping the steak were cut and arranged with such precision and care that passersby could only wonder if the dish were some kind of elaborate prank. Yet, as if used to the peculiar arrangement, Elise casually picked up the burnt dish and smiled at one of the chefs milling about the kitchen behind the line of lunch ladies. In response, the man gave a quick thumbs up and returned to his work.

Luri had often used to ask if she were being bullied by the kitchen staff come steak day, but Elise merely shrugged it off every time. Ever since she had picked up the lone plate of charred steak and asked for extra toppings of turnips on her first and second steak days, it seemed to have generated a misunderstanding that her definition of “well-done” was “charcoal.” In truth, she had only done so out of a desire to not waste food, but since the man was doing it out of good will, she didn’t have the heart to pick a different plate. Besides, it wasn’t like she could march into the busy kitchen to tell him otherwise, and charcoal steak had become somewhat of an acquired taste.

Whilst carefully balancing the plate to keep every turnip slice in place, Elise nodded at Cleo’s suggestion that they all sit together with the third generation students. While placing her plate down neatly on the table, she noted that the black-haired girl seated next to Cleo was a fresh face.

“Hey,” she said with a wave at Cleo’s cue. Greetings, however, were as far as the conversation went. The girl, Usami, appeared notably uncomfortable with continuing the interaction, and Elise complied, choosing to focus on working on her steak instead. That is, until her ears perked up again when her tablemates began commenting on Ravyn’s lunch.

"I have a low metabolism, so I'm dieting," came the redhead’s casual response.

Elise lowered her knife and paused her routine of scraping charcoal bits off of the well-done beef underneath. To the more observant few at the table, her eyes had narrowed a fraction in a mix of worry and minor displeasure. She didn’t know the redhead’s reasons for waving off lunch with such a superficial answer, but it wouldn’t go well if she continued to stick by the same diet as she had in Ningen. Elise herself had skipped meals out of nervousness during her first few days in Vehemen, and that had only resulted in disaster.

However, before she could open her mouth to further encourage Ravyn to eat more than just a small cup of fruit, she found her eyes widening upon hearing a vaguely familiar voice.

“Nora? Nora Glass?” Her words tumbled out clumsily. She blinked once, then twice, and proceeded to give the girl clothed in baggy sweats a thorough once-over, as if fearful that she would suddenly vanish again. Still not convinced by Nora’s very much solid frame, she turned her head towards Cleo with a bemused expression etched across every corner of her face.

Is she real? Elise seemed to ask. It was a stupid question, she quickly realized, but it was difficult for the girl’s brain to function properly after crashing from the nth surprise within the past two days.

 

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Ravyn didn’t seem to concern herself much with what Cleo had suggested. Her eyes rested a bit longer at that mere cup of fruit, the red-haired girl’s polite declination to Frederika's advise to eat steak due to being a vegetarian proceed to enter her ears. From the side, the lass studied Ravyn’s figure briefly--slim and thin, a girl that shouldn’t even be in a world that would constantly put her onto the battlefield.

Have this,” pushing the small bowl of salad that ordering the steak set would come with over to Ravyn’s side, Cleo said. “Vince--ya guys’ afternoon professor. He likes to make things harder than it should be. So something’s better than nothing.

Vince Elvelo, their combat professor. He dislikes formalities, so he’d prefer if students just call him by his first name rather than his last. To be honest, the second generation had found their assessment two years ago somewhat manageable--despite the exhaustion. However, it was only until they talked with the regular students in other classes did they learn that theirs was just, if anything, much more unnecessarily complicated.

A couple miles away, Professor Vince would sneeze, feeling as if someone had mentioned his name. However, before he could say anything, Hunter Ying’s loud voice boomed across the room, enthusiasm beaming like fire in her eyes as she stood firm, her hand slapped the whiteboard in front of her hard.

“Instead of this...We should replace this part with that!” She suggested loudly to whatever plan had been drawn on the board. Vince, who was wiping his glasses clean, put it back on then looked at the new idea illustrated on the board. After a brief moment, his smile spread. “Heeh...Not bad! We should still have time to change it, let me contact Ymir...”



The small bowl of salad that Cleo had given to Ravyn wasn’t much--if not filling, but it would be something more than just a cup of fruits. She has no interest in dwelling into someone’s personal problems or affairs of why she would eat so little, so she did not say anything more about that, neither would she force Ravyn to accept that salad either. Part of the reason why she even offered the plate of salad was because she never liked vegetables anyway.

Though, Ravyn being vegetarian did remind Cleo of her, their former comrade, one of the second generations. Alvelyn Rosel, a young, energetic woman. She was the first one who dragged Cleo back when she was about to sneak off at night again, if not the one who really brought all seven of them together in the first place. She was the oldest among them, entering the world at an age of 21. She gave off a mature atmosphere when she speaks, but her playful and sometimes childish side may have made her look younger than she is at times. Nonetheless, she was the leader, the elder figure, pulling them close together with her charming and welcoming personality.

She was vegetarian too, with a vast obsession for fries. It was something that their other second generation, a lad who goes by the name Alder--could not deal with. The supporting older brother, nicknamed the “true mom.” Each time at lunch, he would replace Alvelyn’s plate of fries with one filled with all kinds of nutrition. Then he would ask if Cleo had finished her assignments or not, if not add in another reminder for her to stop smoking. He would patiently answer any of Rei Fey’s questions to cope with his curious personality with a gentle smile, and his eyes would always soften at the sight of Elise and Luri and how close they are. He was also the chef who made all the meals--breakfast, home-made lunch, and dinner. Jun always enjoyed all the crepes he made for him.

Though Cleo, for the most part, never did fully engage herself in with the group, she had enjoyed their presences and the time spent with them, even just from the side. Perhaps the memories came back because it’s been awhile since she sat with such a huge group again.

“I’m Usami,” the quiet girl with flowing long, black hair replied, a bit stiffly. Cleo nodded. “Usami, huh. Nice to meet cha.” She did not press to speak to her further, getting the signs that she probably would feel more uncomfortable if she did. Instead, she exchanged quick greetings with the arrival of the three males.

Adrian, Kiyoshi, and as she would later learn through their brief introduction, Maxwell. Much like the second generation, there seems to only be three guys this year too. The handsome trio, huh. She could almost hear some girl students squealing. Ravyn was obviously delighted by their presences, throwing them her flirtatious greetings to no surprise.

What did end up as a surprise, however, was the appearance of Nora.

“Nora? Nora Glass?” The name tumbled out of Elise, who proceeded to look towards her as if to question what she’s seeing is real or not. Halfway chewing through her steak, Cleo’s eyes widened as well, hurrying to gulp down the piece of meat. Nora’s face was a mess, her pale face hinted of exhaustion whether it’s physical or mental. She wasn’t in her uniforms, as if her baggy sweat is an exact representation of her mood.

What, so you’re alive! What happened to ya?” After swallowing down the steak, Cleo asked directly, eager for an answer just as her phone dinged. For once, she seemed a bit annoyed at the timing, and she looked quickly through the message before she frowned.

“We saw the dude who has your gun. You wanna come check?”

Cleo’s face grew still for a moment. Forcing the last bite of steak down, she stood up from her seat and began to make her way out. “Sorry guys, gotta run somewhere right now. Nora, regardless of where ya’ve been, welcome back.” She paused, remembering her field assignment after lunch. “Elise, I’ll meet ya in front of the town square...The rest of ya, good luck on the assessment. It’d be super fun.” She grinned, before rushing her way out.

Her gun, Ignis. It was a surprise gift to her from Rei Fey, who credited Alvelyn in helping him pick it out. She never thought she would use a gun as a free reign power user, though she admittedly did find it somewhat useful halfway down. A couple days ago, the gun that she was carrying along the side of her waist disappeared just as she was trying to cut down the price for some new mint tobacco brand that was just imported to Praeces at a tiny shop. Before she could catch whoever had took her gun, she could only catch sight of a shadow disappearing into the crowds, and after a brief moment of mouse-chasing, she was forced to give up. Contacting the few people she’d gotten to know with each night she spent out in the city, she told them to notify her if they catch anyone suspicious. Now, a local bar owner who she convinced to help hide her age (so she could go to the bar) to return the debt he owed her for helping him beat down some thugs in the past had contacted her.

With that, Cleo made her way out of the cafeteria, leaving the rest of the otherworlders to chill on their own till the end of lunch.

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It didn't take long before the regular students of Vehemen Academy began to notice the Otherworlders sitting together for lunch. Most of them have already gotten a look at the new Third Generations during the opening ceremony, so the curious stares weren't as uncomfortably incessant as before. If any of the students were sharing gossip on the Otherworlders, their words were lost to the louder chatters of the cafeteria. One student thought, let out an audible squeal as she pointed the group out to her friend.

"They're so cool, aren't they? Look at that blonde girl! She's so tall, like a model! And- oh! That boy with the blue hair..." she and her friend shared a significant look and let out another squeal. "And did you see that video of them saving that little boy? They're so amazing!"

"Amazing my ass," another voice cut in. A trio of unfamiliar faces shoved past the girl and strutted up to the Otherworlders' table. They were wearing the academy's uniform, so no doubt students. The one standing in the center took a step forward, staring down at the group with an unimpressed sneer.

"Hey, Otherworlders," he drawled out. "It's weird, isn't it. How they call us regular students and you lot Otherworlders, like you're special or something."

"Special? This one-" one of his friends snorted and jabbed a finger at Usami's face, "-can't even walk right without this garbage!"

She kicked Usami's walking stick and let out a shrill laugh as it landed a few feet away. Then, without warning, she grabbed Usami by the collar, yanked her roughly out of her seat and threw her onto the floor. "How are you even going to fight with those legs of yours? C'mon, stand up by yourself and prove that you can be a Hunter!"

The leader rolled his eyes.

"Chill. If she wants to try and be a Hunter and get killed by a Poex, that's her problem," he eyed Nora's attire and muttered, "Crazy bitch. Guess the teachers are even giving them a special pass with the uniforms, huh?"

The third student scowled at Usami and Nora, "Having students like them is just going to ruin the academy's reputation," after a beat, he shook his head and laughed, "Oh wait! Our Second Gen here already did that, didn't they? They're always talkin' about how they're the heroes or whatever, but what did Rei Fey do? Huh? Killed off our teachers and our friends!" he slammed his hands down on the Otherworlders' table and leaned forward, eyes meeting Elise's, "Ever thought about what happened to those regular students back then? You lot better get off your high horse before the rest of you get crushed like little ants. You get what I mean right, Friedhelm?"

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