Academy of the Almost Gods (IC-CLOSED)

[Arana]

"Oh, please. So formal. Tlthonl. Privileged."

He spun around to the first year. "And don't you think you get an extra introduction. Welcome to the Academy, if you aren't dead or insane in a week, you and I will get along just fine. What made you join?"

"Pssh. Don't listen to Salty. Insane people are fun to be around!" Moloch laughed, picking up his hat and replacing it on his head. "I mean, look at me! Batshit crazy, anf everyone likes me!" He grinned evilly, green eyes glittering with amusement. "And those who don't tend to vanish into the belly of Niffilheim."

Luke raised an eyebrow at both of them. He wasn't sure what tentacle face meant about dying or going crazy within a week. Maybe that's what happened to the other guy? I mean, he was a complete nutcase... he had been in the guy's mind for roughly five seconds, but that was all it took to ensure that he never, ever tried that again. He didn't even want to try checking in tentacle face's head. Nervously adjusting his wings and tail, he answered.

"Well... I guess you could say family issues? Rather not go further into it to be honest."

Smiling nervously, he starting looking for another song on his phone.

[Lavan Tiri]

"Pssh. Don't listen to Salty. Insane people are fun to be around!" Moloch laughed, picking up his hat and replacing it on his head. "I mean, look at me! Batshit crazy, anf everyone likes me!" He grinned evilly, green eyes glittering with amusement. "And those who don't tend to vanish into the belly of Niffilheim."

Luke raised an eyebrow at both of them. He wasn't sure what tentacle face meant about dying or going crazy within a week. Maybe that's what happened to the other guy? I mean, he was a complete nutcase... he had been in the guy's mind for roughly five seconds, but that was all it took to ensure that he never, ever tried that again. He didn't even want to try checking in tentacle face's head. Nervously adjusting his wings and tail, he answered.

"Well... I guess you could say family issues? Rather not go further into it to be honest."

Smiling nervously, he starting looking for another song on his phone.

Moloch noticed Luke's wings and tail, and decided that the demon was attractive. For a beast from the depths of Tartarus, that is.

Let's eat his feet!

Shut up.

No.

Fuck your ass.

I know you want to.

Ouch! Need some aloe vera for that burn?

Moloch sighed. The voices were arseholes, sometimes. "Family issues? Hmp. I'm the only surviving child of KIM Jong Un, and you have family issues? Seems out of proportion."

[Westeastern Dicantia]

"Meh," she replied, massaging the new red spot on her cheek, "Math is kind of a trivial thing to me. I've always just...known the answer. It's a weird thing, ya' know? Having all the laws of nature at your control. Speaking of which, what do you do? I mean, you don't outwardly scream Demon, or Midnight or anything." Her eyes slowly transitioned from a muddy green, to bright red, settling on a contemplative shade of cerulean as she tilted her head to one side like a cockatoo. I wonder what sport this guy does...I'l ask him later. Gods, I hope he's not one of those obnoxious football guys, she thought. There would be no point in starting another Drum Corps vs. Pro Football debate.

Having one of his usual day dreams, Sebastien snaps back to attention and moves back over to Violet. "Sorry my mind tends to drift off at odd moments" he sighs awkwardly "oh and I'm a werewolf, I try to keep out of that form most of the time, I usually lose my sense of humanity when I'm a beast" he notices her eyes changing colors "That's really cool, what you do with your eyes, speaking of, what form of New God, Midnight, or Demon are you?"

"I was told that I'm a new god. As far as I can tell, my domain is basically the entire physical realm...maybe even just reality. As far as my eyes go, I think I was just born with it. It's like having two mood rings, the way they change color. —Ooh! My first year here, I channeled the essence. It was...I don't think there are words to describe it... —I can also do this cool thing, where I can mess with science. All of it. Anything that can be explained by science I can change," said Violet in a single breath. She realized they were supposed to split up into classes so she asked as she walked over to the class As, "Which class are you in?"

[Charmera]

Cyll blushed slightly at the compliment, a small smile appearing on her face once again. It wasn't exactly the most conventional compliment, but Cyll didn't care, it was still nice to hear. "Thanks... but I'm not that 'badass'... I mean you have angels and demons here. And your a gunslinging robot. Thats pretty awesome." She replied, sure she could be especially fierce in combat or when she was pissed and she was basically a floating pack of hive minded wolves controlled by her, but she didn't exactly consider herself impressive. Part of her problem was her especially low self esteem, the other part being her pent up rage. "Though I guess I can't exactly make the party worse..."

Cal walked up closer to the group, "I-its alright... I'm used to animals hating me. And people too..." He was still mostly tucked into his oversized clothes.
"Sorry... But... I guess I'm in group B."

"No... It's not that they hate you." She replied, having some sympathy for Cal. "Their just cagey sometimes, maybe you smell funny to them or something."

Cyll blushed slightly at the compliment, a small smile appearing on her face once again. It wasn't exactly the most conventional compliment, but Cyll didn't care, it was still nice to hear. "Thanks... but I'm not that 'badass'... I mean you have angels and demons here. And your a gunslinging robot. Thats pretty awesome." She replied, sure she could be especially fierce in combat or when she was pissed and she was basically a floating pack of hive minded wolves controlled by her, but she didn't exactly consider herself impressive. Part of her problem was her especially low self esteem, the other part being her pent up rage. "Though I guess I can't exactly make the party worse..."

"Of course not! THAT'S what I like to hear!" Parat exclaimed jubilantly. "Of course, we'll now need to confirm that." A mischievous grin spread to his face, complimenting the sun's glint on his goggles. Stretching his arms outwards and upwards, he exclaimed loudly:

"It's decided! We must have an amazing first-week-of-the-year party! And it will be amazing!"

Cyll's smile grew. Though something told her feeding into Parat's partying nature might not be wise, she had been to a party exactly once and it had ended shortly afterwards (Though, surprisingly, it wasn't her fault) so she was keen to see what a real party was like. "Alright. I'l join this start of year party thing." She replied.

[Aona]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

[Lavan Tiri]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

"C'mon, Salty! That just makes it better! Imagine, a drunk diety who could destroy all of us with a burp! Ravelon doing the Cupid Shuffle! EGGGGGGGS!"

Moloch was very excited, obviously.

[Vesperis]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

Alem had hardly been paying attention to the mad prattle happening in the class B group until someone came wandering their way. She looked him up and down for a moment, forgetting if she knew him or not...But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he said party. She would hang out with class D freaks for a chance at a party. She adored them so. She excitedly turned to Vizil "Alpha Poseidis?" She grinned and took a short stride to Tlthonl before almost bouncing infront of him in excitement. "No no no, you're going!" She said factually.

[Joshulia]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

"We do have a spare storage facility......" Azrael replied idly, trailing off before his attention snapped back to the B's invading their A-ness. The fighters were strong, and could throw a hell of a party, so, despite his new friend's aversion, the archangel of death was in.

[Hetland 2]

"No... It's not that they hate you." She replied, having some sympathy for Cal. "Their just cagey sometimes, maybe you smell funny to them or something."

Cal looked away, "I smell like starvation. I'm pretty sure they hate me." He fidgeted uncomfortably. One day in and him being a Wendigo might as well have been announced. He sighed. 'Oh well. They were going to find out eventually. It might as well be sooner than later. Then I'll get kicked out again, and I'll go try and find somewhere else to live.'

[Lavan Tiri]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

"We do have a spare storage facility......" Azrael replied idly, trailing off before his attention snapped back to the B's invading their A-ness. The fighters were strong, and could throw a hell of a party, so, despite his new friend's aversion, the archangel of death was in.

"Noooo, spare anything is so egregiously cliched. Let's party on that statue of Keanu Reeves in that one closet! And watch The X-Files, while drinking muchly very spiked Kool-Aid!" Moloch did a little jig, pointing at Az the whole time.

[Tarnen]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

"A party you say?" Uriel appeared wrapping his arm around Parat, "I do love a good party, you food, music, people. Pranks." He smirked wiggling his eyesbrows before disappearing, when he was still with Class A the entire time. "Well, we could have it at the dorms, sound proofing everything or some place bigger..."

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

A black IROC-Z Camaro of the year nineteen and eighty seven rolled up to the school and parked as any other would. A young man got out and began walking up to the school with a seabag slung over his back. He was clothed in a black duty hat to cover his clean cut hair trimmed to be just above her ear, eyes guarded by black future soldier Oakley shades he was shaking his combat booted foot. "Sheesh, long car ride, they should just drop me in from a Chinook next time..." He had a flat black t shirt tucked into camouflage of a color befitting himself- dark as midnight. "THey could of at least let me change into civilian clothes, no, too easy, yeah let's make him ride in a hot car, in black camo, oh and let's make sure his AC is still out after his car got shot up!" Robert glared at his car as if it was the object's fault. The front end had a large dent in it and was singed, the black paint made it barely noticeable. "I really need to get this thing to a shop." Entering the school Rob looked for a front desk. "Um, hello? Robert Washington Reagan, SSN zero-seven-zero-four-one-seven-seven-six, sent here by JTFCO Boyd and authorized by Secretary of Defense John Kerry." Robert displayed his military issue identification card. "I know I got my papers in one of these pockets." He began searching through his pockets bumping not only the lethal grade pepper spray canister on his duty belt but the Ka-Bar and M1911 holstered beside it. "Oh, here we go." He produced some papers detailing the transfer and all other things the school would require.

[Aona]

"We do have a spare storage facility......" Azrael replied idly, trailing off before his attention snapped back to the B's invading their A-ness. The fighters were strong, and could throw a hell of a party, so, despite his new friend's aversion, the archangel of death was in.

Parat laughed and hopped up and down in excitement. "Perfect!! I say we ditch next period and scout it out...grab supplies and such. if it's anything like this one, we won't be missing much." he winked maniacally. "Anyone in? I can't go buy chips all on my own, after all. I like the barbecue kind."

---

Alem had hardly been paying attention to the mad prattle happening in the class B group until someone came wandering their way. She looked him up and down for a moment, forgetting if she knew him or not...But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he said party. She would hang out with class D freaks for a chance at a party. She adored them so. She excitedly turned to Vizil "Alpha Poseidis?" She grinned and took a short stride to Tlthonl before almost bouncing infront of him in excitement. "No no no, you're going!" She said factually.

Tlthonl looked at her dully.

"No, Alem, I am not. I'm not exactly the 'Life of the Party', in case you couldn't tell." there was a thick cloud of sarcasm, but behind it was a small sliver of loneliness. Not they they would ever see that. No.

[Utceforp]

"We do have a spare storage facility......" Azrael replied idly, trailing off before his attention snapped back to the B's invading their A-ness. The fighters were strong, and could throw a hell of a party, so, despite his new friend's aversion, the archangel of death was in.

Parat laughed and hopped up and down in excitement. "Perfect!! I say we ditch next period and scout it out...grab supplies and such. if it's anything like this one, we won't be missing much." he winked maniacally. "Anyone in? I can't go buy chips all on my own, after all. I like the barbecue kind."

Amina had never gone out of her way to be sociable, since she had essentially started her childhood at age eleven. Still, she had never been at a party before, let alone the kinds of parties she assumed people like Parat went to. "I think we should probably go to class. We probably shouldn't be kicked out on the first day, and if Ravelon is what most teachers are like then we might not want to make them mad. It sounds interesting though, so I'll come." She said.

[Jainun]

Having one of his usual day dreams, Sebastien snaps back to attention and moves back over to Violet. "Sorry my mind tends to drift off at odd moments" he sighs awkwardly "oh and I'm a werewolf, I try to keep out of that form most of the time, I usually lose my sense of humanity when I'm a beast" he notices her eyes changing colors "That's really cool, what you do with your eyes, speaking of, what form of New God, Midnight, or Demon are you?"

"I was told that I'm a new god. As far as I can tell, my domain is basically the entire physical realm...maybe even just reality. As far as my eyes go, I think I was just born with it. It's like having two mood rings, the way they change color. —Ooh! My first year here, I channeled the essence. It was...I don't think there are words to describe it... —I can also do this cool thing, where I can mess with science. All of it. Anything that can be explained by science I can change," said Violet in a single breath. She realized they were supposed to split up into classes so she asked as she walked over to the class As, "Which class are you in?"

Sebastien looked confused for a moment then realized he must of missed some important stuff "Oh Shit, I'm in class B unfortunately, then again, when have you ever met an intellectual werewolf" he begins to walk over to the B area and raises a hand in goodbye "It was nice talking to you Violet, see ya later"

Sebastien walks on over to the B group "Hey what's up guys, so who do I need to fight to establish myself as the alpha male" he let's out a hearty laugh "I'm just kidding what's up guys?"

[Joshulia]

Parat laughed and hopped up and down in excitement. "Perfect!! I say we ditch next period and scout it out...grab supplies and such. if it's anything like this one, we won't be missing much." he winked maniacally. "Anyone in? I can't go buy chips all on my own, after all. I like the barbecue kind."

Amina had never gone out of her way to be sociable, since she had essentially started her childhood at age eleven. Still, she had never been at a party before, let alone the kinds of parties she assumed people like Parat went to. "I think we should probably go to class. We probably shouldn't be kicked out on the first day, and if Ravelon is what most teachers are like then we might not want to make them mad. It sounds interesting though, so I'll come." She said.

"Great." And with that, Azrael, Parat, and Amina all disappeared from their respective locations and apperated at the center of a relatively large, empty, warehouse. Empty, save the ground, which was littered in dust, shards of wood, and metallic bits bent beyond repair.The far wall was dominated by a set of loading bay doors and the ceiling was lined with catwalks, each one rising steadily above the other. "Watch your step, there's nails....everywhere."

[Aona]

"Great." And with that, Azrael, Parat, and Amina all disappeared from their respective locations and apperated at the center of a relatively large, empty, warehouse. Empty, save the ground, which was littered in dust, shards of wood, and metallic bits bent beyond repair.The far wall was dominated by a set of loading bay doors and the ceiling was lined with catwalks, each one rising steadily above the other. "Watch your step, there's nails....everywhere."

Mild surprise greeted Parat, though upon examining his surroundings, all signs of any emotion other than pure joy were destroyed.

"Oh, hell yes." The robot walked across the floor, noting the nails, dust, and wood on the ground. He'd need to remove all that. The warehouse was spacious, that was for sure, and the catwalks were large enough to hold more than one person in a queue. Everything seemed walkable, at least, and not so hot people would want to kill themselves. Already, he began planning locations for music, food, and breakable things.

"This is perfect. You, Azzie, are a genius. D'you see any way to control that door?" he asked the two.

[Charmera]

"No... It's not that they hate you." She replied, having some sympathy for Cal. "Their just cagey sometimes, maybe you smell funny to them or something."

Cal looked away, "I smell like starvation. I'm pretty sure they hate me." He fidgeted uncomfortably. One day in and him being a Wendigo might as well have been announced. He sighed. 'Oh well. They were going to find out eventually. It might as well be sooner than later. Then I'll get kicked out again, and I'll go try and find somewhere else to live.'

She raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure what he meant by that. "No one here hates you as far as I know. I definitely don't hate you and my wolves only really see you as a potential threat, they'll warm up to you in time." She replied, then asked. "By the way, what did you mean by "smelling like starvation""

[Illan]

Parat grinned widely, and pointed at her with imaginary finger guns. "Excellent! The first guest!" He pointed around to everyone. "You're all invited too, because that would be rude of me not to. Bring food. And possibly alcohol."

He broke from the mob and paraded over to the group A conglomeration, smiling brightly.

"Yo nerds! And I mean that literally. We're having a party. Tonight. For everyone. Also, we need a place to hold a party tonight. Any ideas?" He asked, idly spinning a pistol once again.

Tlthonl sighed. "I suppose that is customary, isn't it? To have an opening week party. Well, you can count me out, thank you. Alcohol doesn't even work on me."

Alem had hardly been paying attention to the mad prattle happening in the class B group until someone came wandering their way. She looked him up and down for a moment, forgetting if she knew him or not...But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he said party. She would hang out with class D freaks for a chance at a party. She adored them so. She excitedly turned to Vizil "Alpha Poseidis?" She grinned and took a short stride to Tlthonl before almost bouncing infront of him in excitement. "No no no, you're going!" She said factually.

"Who's this douche?" Vizil asked quietly, walking beside Alem. His rambling about a party and his general attitude; high and mighty. Typical jock mentality. Gods, he despised that. Vizil shook his head with disregard in his mind, emptying it. He was willing to give anyone a chance though. "And what about Alpha Poseidis?"

[Lavan Tiri]

Alem had hardly been paying attention to the mad prattle happening in the class B group until someone came wandering their way. She looked him up and down for a moment, forgetting if she knew him or not...But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he said party. She would hang out with class D freaks for a chance at a party. She adored them so. She excitedly turned to Vizil "Alpha Poseidis?" She grinned and took a short stride to Tlthonl before almost bouncing infront of him in excitement. "No no no, you're going!" She said factually.

"Who's this douche?" Vizil asked quietly, walking beside Alem. His rambling about a party and his general attitude; high and mighty. Typical jock mentality. Gods, he despised that. Vizil shook his head with disregard in his mind, emptying it. He was willing to give anyone a chance though. "And what about Alpha Poseidis?"

Moloch tilted his head, bemused. And pissed off. Something in Vizil's tone was highly annoying, striking the part of his mind that was his Anger. The Mad God chuckled. "Y'know, Vizil, talking in the third person is considered rude most of the time."

Ouch!

Burn, baby burn!

Feeeeesh!

Fuck off.

[Hetland 2]

She raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure what he meant by that. "No one here hates you as far as I know. I definitely don't hate you and my wolves only really see you as a potential threat, they'll warm up to you in time." She replied, then asked. "By the way, what did you mean by "smelling like starvation""

Cal sighed, "I'm a..." He paused, thinking about how to put it before deciding to just up and say it. "I'm a Wendigo, alright? Native American spirit of winter and starvation. It... it isn't something I like to bring up much. People hate me, and they don't try to learn about me. Not that I blame them. Who'd want to get to know a spirit that eats humans. Its disgusting right?"
Cal looked down. He didn't need to see her face to know she was disgusted by him. Everyone was. Even he was disgusted by himself. The cold aura around him grew even colder, and he attempted to hide his face under his hat.

[Charmera]

Cal sighed, "I'm a..." He paused, thinking about how to put it before deciding to just up and say it. "I'm a Wendigo, alright? Native American spirit of winter and starvation. It... it isn't something I like to bring up much. People hate me, and they don't try to learn about me. Not that I blame them. Who'd want to get to know a spirit that eats humans. Its disgusting right?"
Cal looked down. He didn't need to see her face to know she was disgusted by him. Everyone was. Even he was disgusted by himself. The cold aura around him grew even colder, and he attempted to hide his face under his hat.

Cyll sighed, she had a similar problem to Cal when she first came to the academy, she had even tried hiding her wolves, which was impossible, being far to big to do so. Though she had never fully gotten over that anxiety, she was much better than before.

She floated closer to Cal, wearing a comforting smile. She noticed the aura of cold, though her torso was a little chilly her wolves kept warm. "Don't worry. Even if you're a Wendigo, I see no reason to hate you. Neither is your Wendigo nature inherently hateable to me." She replied. "I'm not disgusted by cannibalism either..." One couldn't exactly be picky about meals when one was the child of a giant sea monster after all.

She blushed a little, "Besides, I'm not exactly normal either if you hadn't noticed... It would be a tad bit hypocritical of me to judge people based on species."

[Vesperis]

Alem had hardly been paying attention to the mad prattle happening in the class B group until someone came wandering their way. She looked him up and down for a moment, forgetting if she knew him or not...But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he said party. She would hang out with class D freaks for a chance at a party. She adored them so. She excitedly turned to Vizil "Alpha Poseidis?" She grinned and took a short stride to Tlthonl before almost bouncing infront of him in excitement. "No no no, you're going!" She said factually.

Tlthonl looked at her dully.

"No, Alem, I am not. I'm not exactly the 'Life of the Party', in case you couldn't tell." there was a thick cloud of sarcasm, but behind it was a small sliver of loneliness. Not they they would ever see that. No.[/quote]

"Who's this douche?" Vizil asked quietly, walking beside Alem. His rambling about a party and his general attitude; high and mighty. Typical jock mentality. Gods, he despised that. Vizil shook his head with disregard in his mind, emptying it. He was willing to give anyone a chance though. "And what about Alpha Poseidis?"

Alem looked over at Vizil quickly, a bright beaming smile on her face. She was excited as was plentiful apparent on her face. "Bring people from your frat! I know they love a good party." She nudged him and turned back to Salty. Grabbing his hands she looked directly in to his eyes, the bright colors of her own seeming to shine.

"You are absolutely going and there's nothing you can possibly say to change my mind!" She giggled softly. "Come on, do it just this once. You'll enjoy yourself, I promise."

[Joshulia]

"Great." And with that, Azrael, Parat, and Amina all disappeared from their respective locations and apperated at the center of a relatively large, empty, warehouse. Empty, save the ground, which was littered in dust, shards of wood, and metallic bits bent beyond repair.The far wall was dominated by a set of loading bay doors and the ceiling was lined with catwalks, each one rising steadily above the other. "Watch your step, there's nails....everywhere."

Mild surprise greeted Parat, though upon examining his surroundings, all signs of any emotion other than pure joy were destroyed.

"Oh, hell yes." The robot walked across the floor, noting the nails, dust, and wood on the ground. He'd need to remove all that. The warehouse was spacious, that was for sure, and the catwalks were large enough to hold more than one person in a queue. Everything seemed walkable, at least, and not so hot people would want to kill themselves. Already, he began planning locations for music, food, and breakable things.

"This is perfect. You, Azzie, are a genius. D'you see any way to control that door?" he asked the two.

"We have plenty of bigger people who could lift it...." Az replied, his black eyes studying the animatronic humanoid.....thing, with interest. "Or we could use that." He nodded towards a large control panel on a central catwalk towards the front of the building. Well, control panel is a bit generous, it's was more of a large metal box with a huge switch on it. The Angel of Death gazed at it for a moment before returning back to the Parat and Amina, an expectant look on his face.

---

"Well, it was lovely meeting all of you today, I'll especially remember.........yeah, alright, your next class is science, one of the classes I don't have to teach. So if you'll make your way back into Sigma, and find your way to classroom A13, you'll find your next class, probably less interesting but, hey, can't have the Ralevon experience all the time."

With his address finished, Ralevon walked off back towards his office, a purpose to his step, what that purpose was was as a mystery to him as it was its viewers.

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

The soldier walked the halls, on the corners of his collar was the drab colored Lieutenant bars on black cloth, to see them you'd have to be in good lighting. Over his left pectoral muscle was a name piece made of black cloth that read REAGAN and on both upper arm areas was a patch stating his blood type as O positive and that he had no existing allergies, below that was a MEDIC line and further below it was SOCOM, the same five letters on his cap bill and above the right pocket of his uniform jacket. "A thirteen... sheesh a map would be nice. Worse than those dreadful marshes, 'Yeah, we need you to pop up out of the water and recon the area.' Thank God we finally figured out condoms could keep your gun from becoming a piece of crap." The thoughts continued in his head, "Wonder if there are girls in this class? I hope not, those things terrify me to death. Samson, strongest man ever born, was killed by a woman and her conniving attitude, I'd hate to imagine what one would do to little old me." The close to six foot tall boy desperately tried to find his way to class, a guide would have been nice. This school couldn't be full of monsters he thought, it just seemed to peaceful.