Madeleine Howlett | Rank 18 | Enhancement | British-French
Maddy sighed in relief. She wouldn't be fighting. Yet. Maddy liked watching other people fight before she did. That way, she could assess which weapon she would need to use against them. It was very important to choose between guns, bows and crossbows as well as if Maddy should bring throwing knives just in case.
As her eyes flickered over the board, Maddy took note on who was fighting who. She had expected Rank 50 to sit out for this one, but Rank 1... Maddy had a feeling either Rank 2 or Rank 3 would be fighting her depending on the winner.
Lysandre Rosier | Rank 3 | Manipulative | Canadian
Lysandre arched an eyebrow, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Rank 2 was Florian, and he was a specialist in Enhancement. That wouldn't be a bad fight. Lysandre could fight from both long and short range, but he preferred it from a distance. Florian was more of a melee fighter, meaning Lysandre would be at a disadvantage.
This is going to be fun, Lysandre thought with a grin, kicking his feet up onto the desk in front of him, his eyes trained on the back of Florian's head.
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Christina turned towards number 32, her eyes blank and her eyebrows raised "Alright then. You'll be on standby for most of the class with Pandora then. I see that your combat skills are... lacking so I will pair you up with another member in the thirties when they are done sparring. Understood? Good." She said in a strict tone. She then raised her head and looked at all of her students "Everyone head over to the arena! The first two that will be fighting is number 5 against number 7, since they were so eager to start the day for us. Remember, injuries are allowed, but not mortal or scarring injuries or you will be demoted. Hurry up and don't waste my time." She yelled sternly at the class, before turning to walk out of the classroom before looking at number 41. She reached into her pocket and took out a small pocket knife and threw it towards his direction and saying "You're smart use this. And, yes you can use whatever weapon you want as long as you do have it" before walking out of the classroom and into the hallway. She suspected that everyone knew where the arena is by now, that where they earned there rankings after all.
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Benedikt Amore
[ male ][ 15 yrs ][ water-ice manipulation ][ rank 17 ][ icelandic-russian ]
Benedikt felt nervous over the tournament. He clenched a fist tightly to stop it from shaking and he unknowingly bit into his nails. Once he noticed his bad habit he forcefully pulled himself up out of the chair to follow the teacher. His eyes roamed the class for the suspected Rank 12, his match, when his pale violet eyes landed on a student he did not know but was the closest to him. Ben pushed his fears aside and let out a strained cough to gain the guy's attention (Marius).
"H-hello. I'm Benedikt." He let a small smile slip into his features and his eyes smiled with mild hope. He never wanted to go through a year without gaining one friend, so he tried to start early. -
Marius smiled much brighter than expected at this news, and his mind was starting to wander off when all of a sudden he heard the voice of one of his classmates talking to him. He got very nervous all of a sudden, not wanting to disappoint his classmate with his nonsense. So as his smile transformed into one that unfortunately matched his emotions, he managed to spit out the one thing he knew to dread about the first day; the introduction. "Oh.. My name is Marius. Hi." He started screaming at himself in his mind after this, thinking about how badly that was structured.
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I wouldn't mind going first, but I guess we are starting with a bang."heh heh this will be entertaining eh?" Maxwell chuckled.You know, I might as well remove this 27 kilograms worth of armor when we get there, except the metal plates on my arms."These two are probably going to try to kill each other" Maxwell muttered to himself. I might have to interfere if the mistress does not end it if it gets too violent.
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good lord, you guys move fast
LI MARKUS ♔ — So. He's paired up with #21? "Umm, who's 21? Uhh...." I mean, it'd be better to get to know my opponent, wouldn't it? Get information, find out a few of their weaknesses, that kind of thing. It's the logical course of action here, and he isn't keen on losing his privileges to a clean well furnished bathroom and varied options for his meals. (He really likes the cookies the cafeteria provides exclusively for ranks 30 and up.)
He ponders in his head for a moment, well, a very long moment, on who #21 is, but all he's getting is radio static with vague images but no faces. Clearly, this isn't going to get him anywhere, so he settles with following closely to their instructor. Whoever #21 is, they'll probably find him soon.
Eventually.
That'd be inefficient, he thinks to himself, and glances over toward Miss Christina. He could just outright ask their instructor, because surely she'd have memorised the rankings of each and every student around.
He's just about to ask her, but immediately shrinks under her loud voice, and vouches to stand a little farther away from her, when a knife comes flying. Yeah, so, the only option is to stand and wait. He supposes that he could watch the ongoing match, and maybe learn a bit from it himself.
ASTRID AGNARSSON ♞ — The taste of cookies in her mouth, mmm... Astrid still vividly remembers the soft chewy goodness of those exclusive cookies in the cafeteria, but when she makes a bite, her bright blue eyes fly open, and she's chewing on her pillowcase.
Languidly, she spares a look at the clock, but makes little effort to get up and prepare herself.
She's late, no bones about it, but if she's late, she might as well take her sweet time going about it.
It takes her almost an hour with her daily routine. She stares blankly at the mirror as she idly brushes her teeth, and probably fell asleep at some point while she was in the shower, but she manages to finish up, her hair still a wet mess, before she walks and heads out for the classes. Usually, there would be the detour to the cafe, but with the time as it is, she doubts they'll serve her anything anyway.
Luckily, the class was moving out, and casually, she slips in, as if she weren't late in the first place. God knows whether that hawk of a teacher noticed, but whatever. It'd be a good idea to know where they were heading, though.
As subtly as possible, she tries to catch the attention of whomever is beside her. "Hey, excuse me?" It takes a few pssts before she finally decides to poke them in the shoulder. "Hey, sorry to bother, but where are we going and what's happening?"
Uhm, if anyone needs someone to interact with, Astrid's free! :>
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Maxwell was continuing to walk with the class until he was randomly poked on the shoulder "Pardon, oh right, umm right now we are heading to the arena for sparring.I'm guessing you just got here since I did not see you in the class.If my memory serves me correctly, it is 3 against 2, 5 against 7, 12 against 17, 21 against 27, 36 against 41, and 48 against myself. 7 and 5 are going first due to a little mishap this morning." Maxwell said. "I have still to meet my opponent.I honestly hope they are able to keep up with me." Maxwell chuckled.
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FLORIAN JONES + ENHANCED STRENGTH + #2
Number three. The one with the fire? Florian, having taken note of where the other high ranked students were sitting earlier, knew where to look. As people began to trickle out of the class, He trained his gaze over his shoulder to scrutinise Lysandre. He stiffened when they made eye contact. It looked like he wasn't the only one who had the idea of inspecting competition. He swallowed down the urge to ask Lysandre to not singe off his eyebrows. Now was not the time to be making jokes. Keeping his expression stoic he raised a hand and gave a stilted wave. Then- for he was never the sort to break into friendly banter especially with someone he would soon be fighting - he rose up and followed after the rest of the students, heading towards the sparring area.
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ANDRESA MILLER + SUMMONER or perhaps the summoned + #44
Finally her stupid familiar vanished, relinquishing its control on her body. With a huff she trailed after the class. She should probably tell the teacher she was not paired but that sounded stupid. She knew she was going to fail anyway so if she was lucky she could just sneakily sit this out with Pandora. Rubbing her sore arm, she scowled at the scratch marks her familiar left. It was a shame she could not file a request to get a different familiar.
ooc~ sorry these are shorter than what i normally do
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Sorry, got low muse right now.
LI MARKUS ♔ — STANDBY
ASTRID AGNARSSON ♞ — Ah. Sparring. Wow. So much fun.
She's sure that her expression shows her obvious disinterest, but damn it all, she's not keen on sparring. With her skillset, she'd probably be better off as an infiltrator than a fighter. If only the school could see that.
No escaping her fate, because she's sure that if she skips class right now, the moment her ranking is called, that Hawk will know, and then... Urgh, just thinking about the consequences sends shivers down her spine. "Won't be able to skip it, won't I?" Sighing, she's about t ask who she's supposed to be pair up with it.
Well, that is until she backtracks and recalls his words. '3 against 2, 5 against 7, 12 against 17, 21 against 27, 36 against 41, and 48 against myself...' Oh God, I'm 48. Instinct almost makes her admit that she's 48, before she stops and think about it. This is a good opportunity, ain't it? "Oh, and what's your power that you're so confident about your skill?"
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Rose
rose saw Li Markus, "ah excuse me! if i recall correctly i believe you are number 27? if so, hi, i am 21." rose extended her hand out to shake is, with a gentle smile. she didnt really express any sign of weakness other than her short height, but every one knows that size doesnt really matter. "i look forward to a fair fight" she added as she awaited his introduction
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Maxwell Mercy|Enhancement|Rank 49|
Maxwell smiled. "Ha power, nah, I'm just fast with quick reflexes. fastest student in the school actually.I would not say I am confident, but I trust my movement ability to help me in battle. Although my rank is low, I would honestly prefer to fight one of the top ranks" Maxwell explained kindly. "I would be placed higher if I could only throw a punch." he snickered.She may be my opponent now that I think about it.Who would ask a question like that unless they were trying to get an advantage. I don't think I don't ask her anything about her power, I want this to be a surprise. He laughed once more. I don't know why I wear this much armor. -
Madeleine Howlett | Rank 18 | Enhancement | British-French
Maddy hopped out of her chair and flounced out of the room, but rather than head for the arena, Maddy returned to her room. She needed to grab her weapons without the teacher noticing. Not that it would be a problem with her enhanced stealth tactics. She slipped away unnoticed and darted up to her room grabbing a couple pistols, a bow covered in all sorts of knickknacks and a small crossbow along with three quivers of bolts and arrows, specially designed to magnetically return to the quiver after being fired.
When she was satisfied with what she had gathered, Maddy ran back towards the arena, a small smile on her face. She was confident she wouldn't lose, and she couldn't wait to watch the battles. Especially Florian. She had absolute faith in him, though she was a little worried. He would be fighting a manipulator after all.
Lysandre Rosier | Rank 3 | Manipulative | Canadian
Lysandre flashed Florian a rather cold smile before he got to his feet as well, adjusted the collar of his vest again and swept out the door, his head held high. He pushed his way past some of the lower rankings until he was near the front of the crowd. His blue eyes were already searching for Clare and Ashe, making sure they wouldn't start fighting in the hall.
How is it a good idea to have them fight? Lysandre thought with a sigh. Bad move, Miss Christina. Really bad move. -
LI MARKUS ♔ — "Euwargh!" His hands immediately fly up over his face, and he nearly tips over had he not grabbed the railing just before the back of his head greets the ground or meets an equally unfavourable outcome.
The unholy squeal he let out barely fazes him for now, but he knows that once he calms down, he'll want to die from embarrassment and dig himself into a hole.
He stays like that, cowering and shaking, entirely comical, but when nothing comes into contact with his being, he visibly calms, lowering his free hand to see whoever was it that had interrupted his reverie.
A girl... And she's politely introducing herself. Very kindly. All of a sudden, red rushes to his face.
Oh God, she probably thinks I'm a freak! I overreacted! I know I did, but—! His features slowly form a smile to try and men his probably-withering first impression, but when he instinctively puts a hand over his cheek, he's 100% sure that his expression is definitely not a smile. At least not a nice one like hers.
This is going terribly, I'm a failure, why... Immediately, he sets his eyes down on the ground.
He can't help being skittish or jumpy. He can't help that he's a lot more sensitive to his surroundings, but that line of thought barely diminishes the feeling of shame, as he mumbles a "yeah, sure" somewhere in that incoherent burble, thoughts whirring here and there in self-depreciation.
ASTRID AGNARSSON ♞ — Someone's full of air. She's not going to say that out loud, though. Instead, she grins excitedly and looks amazed, just what they'd expect out of the lower ranks or something.
"Aw, don't beat yourself down." She punches his shoulder lightly, a little funny, coming after her advice. "You'll definitely improve with your time here. Maybe at some point, you'll even reach one of the single digits, right? A little muscle training's all you need." Regardless of her personal thoughts, the possibility does exist, and being the naturally born sycophant, she won't waste an opportunity.
"When that happens, though, spare a few cookies and meal vouchers for me. Please. The food's terrible unless you're in the top 20." Little thought is spared for the underdogs, but that's reasonable, she suffices. Investing in the big leagues would be what any smart person would do.
Just wish they would pay attention, just a teensy bit, and give a little to the needy.
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Jinyoung Kim // Rank 1 // Specialist // South Korea
Hallelujah! she thought, smiling inwardly. I dont have to battle today. She loved battling, but today she was wearing her favourite clothes and she was just too tired. She looked over to her distant relative, Chailai, and smiled sweetly at her.
She loved watching the sparring in lessons and learned a lot from them.
Chailai Bhuwakul // Rank 12 // Summoner // Thailand
Lai sat somewhere in the centre of the class. She was wearing a white t-shirt with navy blue trimming and black shorts. The athletic girl of four foot eleven inches smiled back at Jinyoung, and paid close attention to the matches. She tapped her short fingernails on the table gently to not make much noise, and wondered who number seventeen was. Since she was quite new to the school, she was still unsure of peoples ranks other than her own, Jinyoungs and Taylors.
Lai was not afraid of sparring. She had her trusty familiar Dao, and the weapons she could easily materialise by harnessing the small kittens unique powers. Her strange rose gold eyes flitted around the room, attempting to understand everyones behaviours in order to see how it translates into their fighting styles. -
"Perhaps, But I like being underestimated. By the way the name's Maxwell.Maxwell Mercy" Maxwell said with a grin then returned to a straight face "But speaking truthfully, I hate how some of the upper ranks mistreat us lower ranks. Especially number 50 right there.She's the only person here with healing abilities. Number 5 bullies her and I absolutely hate it. If I see it happening I'm going to interfere. I can't just watch it happened. However, one day 50 is going to save 5 from death and 5 is still going to be rude to her. Sometimes I imagine if I get up to those ranks, I would try my hardest to help the lower ranks train and match the top ranks. If I was in the top ranks, I could have almost anything I wanted, but that's not my desire." Maxwell explained solemnly. He let go a deep breath right after. -
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The walk itself to the arena surprisingly took three minutes to get to. After all the arena was at the other side of the academy. When she approached the arena, turning back to her students. She sighed irritably when she noticed some of them weren't there, and decided not to do anything at the moment. The floors would have to be scrubbed anyway in the arena, so they could do that for there physical fitness. Christina then turned back towards the entrance of the arena, which was two humongous black doors that were ten times her size. Christina placed her hands on the black doors and pushed them open with little effort. The arena itself was quite amazing. It was humongous, being able to store thousands of people in the audience. The battleground itself was also incredibly large, capable enough for a real battle to take place. Christina turned towards her students, already noticing that Ashe was there already "Clare get your ass onto the battle ground. The rest of sit down in the audience area. Quickly."
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At the command of the teacher, Clare rolled her eyes. Of course she had to be set up with that stupid Korean. She actually wanted a challenge these days, and apparently the teacher would never give her that opportunity. Clare was already quite prepared for battle. She had white armor as clothing which was light but durable in the fights. One of her short swords was with her, but the other was with Ashe. So she decided to take it back. She walked up beside him and very quickly snatched it from his hands "Gross. I'll have to wash this sword when I'm done today." She said loudly enough for Ashe to hear. She then started to go down the gigantic staircase that led to the battlefield, which was just like the outbacks with the same dry environment. And of course, she waited again for the slow guy to come onto the stage.
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Ashe grunted as he hopped down into the arena from his seat in the bleachers. His hands were in his pockets as he stared with boredom at Clare. The fight was going to be monitored by Christina, so of course it would end before the good stuff happened. "Let's go!" he shouted in annoyance. "I haven't got all day to wait here teach!" Ashe quickly thought of who to summon and summoned Pride. The girl had too much of it, and Pride thrived off of the amount she was exuding.
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Christina looked annoyingly at Ashe, grunting a bit before raising her hand up. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the new students to see if they were ready. Clare, who had a smirk on her face, got into her combat position. She held one of her swords like a dagger, her blade tip pointing backwards and her other sword pointing towards the right. Her right leg was stepped forward slightly and her left stepped backwards slightly. At this sight, Christina raised her hand down sharply "Fight!"
Immediately after those words, Clare ran head on towards Ashe. Using her enhanced speed, she darted straight towards him. Her speed was amazing. As one of the fastest warriors to ever exist, it was even hard to see her fully. It looked as though she was a phantom going straight for Ashe. As she neared Ashe, she lifted the blade pointed backwards and aimed a slice at Ashe's chest. This was a whole new Clare. She wasn't taunting, not spewing out rude comments, she was acting like a warrior. And by the looks of it, she was one to be feared. -
Ashe grinned as he saw Clare dash froward and disappear. He saw her clearly, while to others she appeared as a blur of colors. He took the blow to the chest, cutting into his skin and was sent back. The wound on his chest began to bleed and Ashe motioned for Pride to begin its assault. It started by running at Clare, leaving cracks in the ground, before leaping in the air, one claw stretched to not disarm, but block her sword. Ashe himself ran at Clare, pulling a combat knife from his sleeve.
