School For Gods (Kamigami no tame no gakkō)

For Gunn, there was a very fine line between life and death, and fighting as hard as he could was the only way he really knew how to fight. It was the primary reason he wasn't the combat teacher. But when Mikhail crossed the line, Gunn could cross it harder.
He spat blood, stiffened his neck, and with a growl of "Is the massage over now?" thrust his head up and sank his teeth into Mikhail's face. At the same time, he dashed his legs back, so now he and Mikhail were on all fours facing each other. Tugging on Mikhail's face with his teeth to lurch the other man forward, Gunn sprang to his feet and delivered a punt kick into Mikhail's chin that would have scored a field goal with a bowling ball. The impact completely shattered a few bones in his foot, but it also sent Mikhail across the gym into the wall. Staggering a little, Gunn spat on the floor again. "It appears you have forgotten what drawing blood from me means. It means I will draw more blood than you, from you, forcibly and as brutally as possible. If you get up, I will file it as proof I have not yet bled you enough."

Seeing that no-one had any further questions, Miss Marseilles tapped her desk and an assortment of sheets materialized on the top. "For homework, I would like you to write at least three methods of suppressing your abilities to the point where you would be able to seamlessly blend in with the average human. Thank you and enjoy your meal at lunch!" she beamed again. "The cafeteria is just down the hall to the right. Lunch break lasts an hour, but I'm sure Mr Emate won't mind you being a bit late! He's one of those who appreciates the beauty of good food." She started filing papers on her desk, the lesson done. "If anyone has any questions at any time, come see me at any time! Don't be a stranger!"

 

Mikhail, sent in trajectory towards the wall felt the impact. In fact most of his body was stuck in the wall. naturally anyone would think Mikhail died. Dust and Debris filled the room. Luckily the school can rebuild fast. Mikhail, Coming out of the wall, each bone making a crackling noise, nearly every bone in his body was broken. Once he stood up Gunns life was in Mikhails hands. A roar of battle came from Mikhail as he charged towards Gunn, Getting a good grip on him he continued his charge. He threw him towards the locker room wall. Gunn went flying towards it like a rag doll. Followed by Mikhail spribring just as quick as Gunn was made sure to slam him into the wall Shoulder to torso, The impact that Gunn sustained was beyond painful.

Mikhail knowing Gunn wasn't done, waited for him to try and stand up, He sent a knee to his face, he attempted again and punched him back down. Mikhail snapped out of it, And fell to the ground right besides Gunn trying to catch his breath. "I think, That is enough for today, It's bad enough I have to explain these injuries to the students. we should get in the shower." Mikhail, made a solid attempt to stand up. However, his exhaustion refused to let him stand, that and his injuries.

"Gonna need a little help here Gunn. You may not have powers but you're far from an ordinary human being. I've yet to have as much of a challenge in shear strength as you pose from anyone. Who knows, maybe one of these new students will get stronger than me." Mikhail, wiped his face to clear the blood from the bites, it was slowly rolling down his face. Looking at his knuckles you could tell he hit something harder than a brick house more than once.

 

She followed him to the door, opening it for him as he getting ready to leave, "You can rest assured I won't dig into who you are. I'm not that kind of lady."
As Sinclair slipped the card into her cleavage, she smirked and roughly grabbed his hand before laughing softly, "If this was a different situation, I would've had to teach you some manners before you ever tried that on me again. But, as you and I both know, this is not the case. Consider this a freebie." She laughed again before letting his hand go. "I'll keep this close, and I'll await your call. I assume you already know my information."
Watching him walk off, she yelled out to him one last time, "Now don't be a stranger, come visit whenever."
He didn't seem to acknowledge her, but she couldn't be entirely sure. The meeting went pretty well even if she had a minor interruption bother them towards the end. Sedumere couldn't help but to imagine how Sinclair would be getting rid of Anth and with each scenario she played out in her mind, she began to feel warm and fuzzy.

Not having anymore reason to be in her office let alone on the second floor any longer, Sedumere remembered the two new patrons that seemed to have caused a bit of a positive uproar downstairs before her meeting. Hopefully they were still there, or else she'd have nothing better to do until her usual conversation partner appeared later on in the evening. The usually quiet elevator ride back down to the main floor was replaced with the clanking of glasses and the hum of hushed conversations. The club hadn't been this lively in years and it made Sedumere feel nostalgic. Stepping out of the hallway, the sea of people parted again as she made her way to the bar to take a seat next to the more refined looking of the two men.
"I'm glad to see you're still here. My previously mentioned business venture has ended and I believe I owe you an introduction." She paused and waved her hand to signal that she didn't want anything to drink at that point in time. "But, before I continue... if you're not too busy at the moment, I was wondering if you'd care for a little conversation to accompany your drink."

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Hearing the announcement that the class was over, Ming Yue sighed under her breath. It wasn't even after lunch yet and she was already feeling exhausted, being around all these people was overwhelming as she wasn't used to being surrounded by so many people in such a short amount of time. Before leaving the class to go to lunch, she took one of the sheets of paper on the instructor's desk and looked it over before placing it in her bag.
"List three ways... this can't be too difficult. I mean, I've been perfecting my techniques for suppressing my abilities to successfully blend into the mundane day to day task of surviving." She chuckled to herself before turning to leave the classroom.

Lunch was something Ming Yue was looking forward to, it was her chance to find the secluded part of the school that would allow her to unwind enough to get through the rest of the day. She followed the general mass of students to the cafeteria eager to see what was on the menu for today.

 

He stood up from his desk and left the room without picking up a sheet. What would be the point? It wasn't like he'd be coming back to classes after today anyway. So he headed out into the grounds, completely avoiding the lunch crowd and just sat against a tree alone.

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Sinclair leaned against the wall, nursing his drink. Now and again he'd scan the room, usually lingering on Anth. Now this would be the tricky part he thought. Anth was one of these intellectual types, a schemer. Doubtless he'd be wary of anyone that tried to ingratiate themselves with him. He'd have to play one hell of gambit, and the one he was planning would probably end up blowing up in his face.

 

OOT:Trying to get back into the grove of regular posting.
Reddick Sat their alone eating lunch. Avoiding everyone. Meanwhile on the other side of the Portal.
"What do we do If he finds out."
"I don't know but it's simple just don't let him find out."
"If he learns that were under his full control and have been lying to him I don't know what will happen."
"Neither do I, but we just don't let that happen."
"This is your fault for hanging around him so much as a kid. He absorbed way too much energy from you and is way too strong."
"That was necessary. With all the demonic energy he drew in, hes much stronger using demons only so the likely hood of him summoning any angels is close to zero."
"Your the one running the whole charade so if it goes under I'll make sure you take the heat for it."
"And I'll make sure each and everyone of you plummet to the ground with me."
Back on the outside Reddick had gone back to his room. They wouldn't give him space on the roof so he ended up with a single person room. He was sitting on his bed reading a comic and a Scribe Demon was completing his homework.
"I hate this. I've been at this school since the year started and I haven't made a single friend let alone talked to somebody."
An Imp looking creature appears on his shoulder.
"That's because no one wants to be your friend. Your scary. I mean you control demons who the hell wouldn't be afraid of you."
"I thought maybe the gods in this school might."
"That's different they're not afraid of you, they just don't want to waste their time on something worthless like you."
"I'm going to go to try and talk to someone."
"You can't"
"I don't care."
Reddick walked out of his room in search of another student to talk to.

 

A few moments later after the class ended, Usse walked up to the tree with Seventh sitting on one side of it and seeming not to notice him just sat on the other side, head in his hands. "I can't believe Dad sent me here..." he moaned to himself.

Gunn slammed his fist into Mikhail's barracks as a farewell maneuver, before dragging himself and a wincing Mikhail along to the nurse's office - who despite seeing two nearly-dead men before her only tsked before she knitted their flesh, bones, tendons and nerves back together where they'd been shattered, mutilated and damaged beyond all kinds of medical repair. Gunn said not a word during this whole procedure, and after he'd nodded thanks to the nurse and they'd left the office, he sat down in the corridor.
"I'm getting old, Mikhail. Too old for this shit."

Anth noticed Sinclair watching him, and beckoned him over. Sinclair looked like a man that could handle himself in a fight with more than one brain cell in him, and Anth was always appreciative of additional resources. He waited for Sinclair to approach, wondering what a man like Sinclair could do for a man like him.

Rapscallion walked up to the school with a few very select thoughts in his head in case anyone looked too deeply into it. "I'm trying to control my powers. I am nice and friendly. I'm not here to fuck you all over." He chuckled under his breath, as he entered a cafeteria area. He saw a lonely-looking kid wandering around, and despite his mission being one of chaos his heart went out to him. He sauntered over. "Hey there," he said. "You look lost, friend."

 

"Uhh"
He didn't know what to say. He wasn't at all expecting someone to come up to him.
"H...Hey. I'm Not lost. Just bored."
A voice appeared in his head.
"We told you not to talk anyone. Make it quick or we kill him."
He ignored it as best he could. If they tried anything he would run.

 

The cafeteria was a bit too packed for Ming Yue's liking. Grabbing the first available thing that appealed to her, she paid and quickly made her way to the general direction of the dorm rooms. She felt like taking a break and using some of her extra time that would be left over after her lunch to start unpacking some of her bags, but in between of point A and point B, Ming Yue came across Usse being called out to by a student she didn't recognize.
There was something off about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it and it was making her slightly agitated. Deciding to try to figure out who the stranger was, Ming Yue made her way to Usse and placed a hand on his back before handing him her water.
"I see you finished your laps. Here, take this... you need it more than I do." She looked over to Rapscallion and eyed him suspiciously before addressing him.
"And you are?" She tried her best to hide the suspicious undertones in her greeting.

 

He made a conscious effort to ignore Usse's self pity and instead poured over a large black book, with each page being tagged with various coloured bookmarks.

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Sinclair saw Anth beckon him over. That put him on edge. People don't generally call strangers over for no good reason. He didn't show his unease, of course. That wouldn't have been professional. So he walked over to the man, smiling.
'You called?'

 

Mikhail, Stood a new man. In a significantly lesser amount of pain, Upon walking out into the corridor he pulled out a pack of cigarettes he pulled one out for himself and dropped another in front of Gunn, him taking it was his choice. He took his seat opposite of Gunn and lit his cig.

"Neither of us are getting any younger Gunn, Just never forget we're living, breathing, walking, talking weapons. How you've managed to be such a brute in spite of having no absurd abilities to speak of is beyond me. Regardless, you'll always be a savage, and my friend." He took a break to take a drag and ash. "I know I'm breaking school regulations but to hell with it. No one is going to say anything or stop me. Hey Gunn, any idea when the students will be getting to my class? I've got an idea for them to gather strength."


Ryker didn't have the chance to talk before Jedrek. "If you've got something to talk about I'll be accompanying him. I don't care if you own the place or not, Ain't no one going to be taking advantage of my brother." Jedrek stood from his seat and walked on the side of Ryker. "So lady, Speak, before I lose my patience."

Ryker felt embarrassed at how Jedrek acted but understood where he was coming from. "I apologize for my brothers behavior. I am Ryker, and this here is Jedrek nice to meet you. Who might you be?" Ryker reached out his hand to give a handshake.

 

Usse sat back against the tree, and closed his eyes. He wasn't really hungry anyway. Then he heard the sound of a page being turned from the other side of the tree, and leaped up.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your tree...?" he apologized.

Anth noted Sinclair's bearing, the way the man held himself. As he approached, Anth pushed out a chair and motioned for Sinclair to sit.
"It strikes me," he said quietly so none could hear them, "that in contrast to the total amateurs and muscle-bound oafs you might be the only real professional here. I would very much like to avail myself of your services, Mr...?"

OOT: My character's talking to Redick, not Usse - Usse's outside, lol

Rapscallion patted the kid on the back. "Chill, man. Looks like you've seen a ghost or two. I ain't gonna bite you."
He heard Ming Yue's voice and turned to her, eyebrows raised.
"You on the other hand..." He wolf-whistled. "Is that tree for sale because I want some of those peaches! Name's Robert Scally. Rapscallion for short." He grinned devilishly. "So you know what to scream later."
Patting Ming's butt companionably, he then chucked under Redick's chin. "You bored? You like running? I get the feeling we're gonna need to do that."

Gunn looked up at him. "After Emate's class, which is after the lunch break. I suppose we should get down to the cafeteria. I for one could use some nice refreshing gruel."

 

"Uh, you shouldn't...."
Before he could say anything the first person who had spoken to him was molesting some girl. And now they had to run.
"Summon Demon level 2 Exoskeleton."
A strange skeleton like creature appeared before him. The bones quickly attached to Reddicks' skin. He grabbed the man next to him and ran full force through a wall and jumped up to the roof to hide.
"Don't do that...* Pant*..... to people."

 

He just continued ignoring Usse, though it was getting much harder to do as the idiot kept talking.

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"Sinclair." he finished for Anth, "And I'm goin' to say this upfront..."
He took the chair offered to him, leaning lazily back into it.
"...I don't come cheap."

 

OOT: Sooooo, I guess, I missed heaps. No?
Joseph was lying down on the ground trying to conserve energy. A loud growl could be heard from his stomach.
"Sooooo, hungrrrryyyyy......"

 

Sedumere wasn't phased by the harsh greeting she was given from Ryker's brother. Extending her hand towards Ryker's, she smiled and held his hand firmly before shaking, "I'm Sedumere, it's nice to meet the both of you. I don't believe I've seen either one of you around this part of town before."
She made sure to include Jedrek in the conversation as well. It went against her personal morals to exclude others in another party from a conversation she was taking a part in, "There's no need to worry about me taking advantage of your brother. I have no ulterior motives, you have my word on it. But, of course, I am well aware that we have just met so you have every right to have some inkling of suspicion."

He seemed to be less on edge after she reassured him that he didn't have much to worry about, but he still seemed to keep a close eye on Sedumere. She smiled at him and let go of his brother's hand before adjusting herself in her seat to talk to Ryker again, "What brings you two here tonight?"

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Feeling Rapscallion's hand on her butt, she shuddered and tired to move away, "I'll be sure to remember to scream your name when I'm ripping you limb from limb the next time you touch me like that again."
Ming Yue tried to make sure his advances were unwelcome, but it seemed that it was doing nothing to deter him. "Look, you're not getting any of these 'peaches' nice try, sweetheart."
With that said, she sat down in the grass and started to eat what was left of her lunch that she didn't give away to others.

 

Mikhail finished his cigarette, and stomped it out, He stood up almost immediately after doing so. He started to walk towards the cafeteria with Gunn keeping up pace. while he was walking he noticed a few students were our of the cafeteria as he walked passed them he raised his voice.

"Go back to the cafeteria, disobeying school rules will result in dire consequences from Gunn and I." He spoke with authority, There was a threat inside that statement, but new students are always cocky, dangerous, or flat out stupid. Mikhail wasn't afraid to dispose of them either. Once he passed them he turned back to Gunn.

"Fuel up big man, You need to keep these 'maggots' in their place. You can't do that on an empty stomach... On a side note, how are you and Marsailles doing recently anyway? She could probably kick your ass if she wanted too. Probably give you a better beating than I ever could. Also, get what you want today. My treat, Token of my gratitude for helping me shake off the rust."

Upon entering the cafeteria he waited for Gunn to get what he wanted and shortly after would get his own stuff too.


Ryker pulled his hand away after the shake, and quickly attended to his glass. "Just a local philanthropist who heard positive things about your bar. I must say it has quite an inviting atmosphere when it's packed and everyone is drinking, I might be here more often as I enjoy the company. It is a pleasure to meet you sedumere, Truly, maybe in time we can be great friends." He smiled wryly at her. And requested more Whiskey, he wasn't anywhere near buzzed and would likely not reach that point.

Jedrek shifted around in his seat. He wasn't drinking, he didn't have much interest in it at the moment. Finally he turned the bar stool around and watched everyone else enjoy themselves before speaking up. "So, Sedumere it is. I'm Jedrek, and I suggest you don't try to pull any fast ones on either of us." He had no interest in continuing conversation after he finished his first drink. He would just follow around Ryker from this point forward in case a fight broke out or anything funny happened. "I'm done with talking. You two can do whatever you want."

Luther was in the nurses office when he Gunn and Mikhail came in, He saw how damaged they were and followed them out of the office. He was tired and just slept the entire time. When he saw them get to ming he snuck away and towards them raps rapscallion and Ming only saying. "HI" to them regardless of their brutality towards each other.

 

OOT: Hey peoples, I am back
So here's the dossier of powers for my new char
Dark Fire Constructs Can create things out of dark fire, weapons, objects, claws, wings, yada yada.
Volatile Constructs Can make bombs and other explosives, out of dark fire.
Absolute Slicing Can cut through anything. A N Y T H I N G Dark Fire be supa sharp, y'all.

Echo is what it says in gold filigree lettering on the black card stock that I carry with me sometimes. My real name is Henrietta Denner, budding terrorist extraordinaire. Of course, that part of my life is a secret, hidden behind the lie and false credentials of rich parents and constant traveling.
"Echo, are you ready?" Sebastian asks me from the driver's seat of the black sedan.
"Your company is paying me too much to not be ready." I replied calmly.
"I see." Was the last thing he said to me.
I knew Sebastian was not his real name, just like he knew that Echo wasn't mine. The "company" he represented was a pharmaceutical firm that had been started by the mob eighty years ago. The family had since become a reputable group, but old habits die hard. Italy was having some minor economic issues and an out of country rival had been slowly becoming a major supplier of drugs to hospitals, EMS companies and Fire Departments. The war between the mob company and the rival group was fierce, bloody, and most of all secret. Which is where people like me come in. Magic users where still only just being registered into an awkward and incomplete system. Or so I thought when I was younger. I do not know the status these days, but it differs from country to country. The underworld community of Users is downright terrifying. A mere explosives expert like me has no business getting into the down and dirty parts of it. The parts that can make entire cities simply disappear.
The car comes to a stop before a downtown bus stop. I get out into the rain, umbrella opening and encasing me in the patter of droplets on the waterproof fabric. I begin to walk as the black sedan speeds off into the distance. This job, hopefully, will be the end to a long line of murders and atrocities I've been committing in the name of money. One last explosion, one exec killed. Don't think about the people in the rooms nearby. Don't think about the body guards that were obviously hired to protect him.
I paused before entering the high class hotel. I gave a smile and a nod to the doorman and made my way inside. Walking calmly across the lobby to the elevators was one of the hardest things I had done in a while. I kept expecting my next step to be the one where I suddenly found myself on the floor, bleeding to death. Nothing happened and I entered the elevator, closing the doors before anyone else could enter. The button for the highest floor didn't cause the car to explode and it ascended. My mind was racing, all the possible issues, my death that seemed more likely each passing second, the deaths of however many innocents. All my bloody doubts before every operation. After taking a deep breath I put a special pair of ear plugs into my ears. The door chimed and slid open.
The man came out of nowhere, an expensive suit, sunglasses and a cord running into his left ear.
"Who are you?" He asked, hand going to a gun. I felt the heat crawl down my arm and encase my hand. "Shi!" Was all the guard was able to utter before my claw tore his throat out.
I sprinted down the hallway to the penthouse my target was supposed to be in, punched the door open, and rushed in. They were assembled in the main room, weapons leveled at my chest. I morphed the claw into a ball of fire and threw it at them as a launched myself backward. landing on my back I covered my head as the ball of fire exploded. Getting to my feet, I surveyed the corpse bits all over the room. Footsteps in the hall, I filled the room with enough burning death that the entire floor would be demolished. The men came in as a group, they had one guy in the lead, he held fire in both of his hands. The detonation threw the roof clear into the street. The second highest floor fell in on itself, no doubt killing anyone who was on it. I surveyed this from the air outside, the pair of wings i had created gave me an eagle eye view of the destruction. Landing on the ground, I slipped off into the distance.

Relaxing in my hotel on the other half of the country, I was waiting for my money to come in. I saw an email from something called The School for Gods. Clicking on it I found that it was some sort of acceptance letter to a school in America. With a sigh, I shut the computer down and went to take a shower.
Twenty minutes later and the money still hadn't come. There was a knock at my door and I hesitantly opened it, allowing a man to enter. He said he was from the Family.
I sat there with wide eyes as he told me that I had not killed my target, and in order to keep their own involvement secret, they had given the state police my location. As the man left, he told me to leave the country, if possible.
I was gone before the armed team broke down the penthouse door. Heading to America with the hopes to lie low and perhaps plot out a good plan for revenge against the Cardonies.

The place looked more like a military compound than a school, but that was simply the construction. Straightening my tie I made my way over to the main building, hopefully I could get some direction.

 

"I can assure you that there will be no 'fast ones' pulled on anyone here. Not on my watch at least. But, if that were to happen to anyone I'll see to it being stopped immediately." She smiled and watched Jedrek turn his back on his brother and Sedumere as they continued to chat.
"The pleasure is all mine, and I do return the sentiment of us becoming more acquainted with each other down the line."

She paused to ask for a new drink from the bartender, but made sure to keep her alcohol consumption in check. God forbid her from getting a bit buzzed before someone she knew came. She would probably never hear the end of it, or, they'd have fun trying to get certain secrets out of her. The new wave of activity was starting to slowly die down as some of the patrons were nearing their fill of alcohol. The white noise of constant conversation had dulled down to a barely audible hum. Even if it was quiet, there was a very pleasant atmosphere.

"A philanthropist you say? Very impressive. Especially in this day and age where no one seems to care about the underdogs of society." Sedumere nodded and continued on with the conversation. "You know... you and Hugo here," she motioned to the bartender. "have a bit in common from what I've gleaned from my conversation with you so far."

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Ming Yue looked up as she heard someone else greet her and Rapscallion. He looked familiar, but she couldn't put a name to his face for a bit. But, feeling the need to be courteous, she responded with a timid greeting back. As he got closer to the two of them, she started to finally remember who he was.

"Luther?" She called his name out before getting the chance to stop herself. How was she going to explain that the reason why she knew his name was just for the sheer fact he carried her around as a turtle during the opening ceremonies? It didn't seem to bother him that she knew his name even if she was a bit of a stranger to him (in this form at least).
On the other hand, Rapscallion seemed to be more interested in Ming Yue's hostility rather than Luther walking towards the two of them. In fact his eyes didn't leave her at all after Ming Yue threatened to dismember him and he seemed to be thinking of more ways to get her flustered.

"Don't even think about it." She looked at Rapscallion and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to seem more threatening.

 

Rapscallion, through the hole in the wall Redick had created, stuck out his tongue and winked before the wall sealed itself, separating Redick and Rapscallion from the rest of the group. He then laughed and turned to the still-clad Redick. "Not bad, pal. I told you my name, what's yours?" he asked, trying to keep things friendly.

Gunn walked up to the cafeteria, opened the staff access door, and walked up to a pot at the back of the kitchen. He opened it and a strong aroma of scotch filled the air. He placed two fingers into said scotch and withdrew an apple, eating the whole thing in three bites, stalk and all before withdrawing two more scotch-soaked apples and taking an entire roast chicken off the side. Then he turned around, walked past Mikhail again, dropped the chicken into Joseph's mouth, and leaned against the wall watching the students interact.
"Myself and Jenny are in good health, thank you very much," he said stiffly, eating the second apple. It was clear he didn't want to discuss the topic, which was reinforced by the fact that whenever Gunn ate scotch apples talking to him during the process was highly discouraged unless you were certain he wouldn't kill you.

Usse stopped talking and sighed. He then peeped around the tree, his curiosity getting the better of him for a second. "Wait, is that a textbook we're meant to have? What is it?"

Anth twirled his key with his fingers. "Can you act, Mr Sinclair?"

 

"Fair enough Gunn, So, what are your impressions on the new batch of students?" Though Mikhail didn't care his impressions he just wanted to ask to see where he is with them for the first day. "I looked into some of their profiles, Someone like Ming shouldn't be here if you ask me, she should be in the military and getting trained as I did to myself. She needs to be able to control her temper, she is a liability." Mikhail felt a great responsibility upon saying what he did. Since Ming will be at the school it is his responsibility to make sure she is capable of controlling her actions. He was walking through the line to see what food they had and just decided it would be best to get food off campus for the day.

"Gunn, after my class. Want to accompany me to sedumeres bar for my lunch? There isn't anything here I want." Mikhail shortly left the lone and walked towards the entrance of the cafeteria, watching all of the students socialize and enjoy their lunches. Waiting for the signal for next class.

"Hello, Ming." Luther smiled towards her, she was shocked for a moment that he knew her name. "Don't worry, I'm not a stalker. I looked at the class information and student data. That's why I wasn't really in lunch, or first class. Our next class is Mikhails, he doesn't use a prefix it seems. Hopefully he is a good teacher." Luther walked up too ming and reached his hand out. "I'm Luther. Nice to meet you" He continued to smile, it was clearly a proper introduction.

Ryker took another sip of his drink, and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. He was getting comfortable with the place. He liked it. "Sedumere, do you consider yourself an underdog?" He took a quick sip and placed it back on the counter. "Either way, I have a deal for you. I will buy out this bar consistently. Under the condition you use my spoons, and sell them. I will also get 10% of the profit from the spoons. See money isn't of essence to me, I have more than I know what to do with. However, I won't buy you out everyday. Simply because I care little too. And I also don't want to become an owner of the bar or give it stocks. I just simply want to do a kind thing for another human. So, Sedumere what do you say? Spoons and arbitrary philanthropy." Ryker was hoping for her to say yes just because he loved selling spoons.

Jedrek groaned and shifted around in his seat.