Academy {Main Thread}

“Please, I am very much a student like the rest of you. I ask that you treat me no differently.” (Elise)

“If you say so…” (Girl)

“So there is someone worthy of my status after all. I was expecting a whole bunch of filth in this rabble.”
The boy that had not spoken finally opened his mouth.

“Flith?..”

“That’s a tad bit extreme. What’s your name?”

Jem snorted, his sword at his side.

Terry Rogners
Noble - 2nd Heir to the Rogner Family - Upstart and Snobbish

“Be glad, as Terry of the Rogner family graces the commoners here with his cleansing presence!” He shouts out.

“Weirdo, even for the Rogners.” The girl immediately says in response.

Terry immediately locks onto the girl, his pride insulted.
“I heard that! You are the lowest of the filth I have ever encountered! How dare you think that of me! State your name at once!”

“Shut. Up.”

Jem raised his sword so it was hovering over the boy’s heart. His hand was steady.

“Calm down! violence doesn’t fix everything” Matija slowly forces the sword away from the noble boy

Magnus raised an eyebrow, immediately impressed. Perhaps there was more to this boy than meets the eye.

“I disagree.”
Hunter pulled his new steel sword out.

None of you are close enough to put a weapon near him.

Ferris C.
Commoner - Thashopolis - A feisty and Naïve girl.

“I am Ferris. And if I call you a weirdo, you stay a weirdo.”

“How insolent!”

Hunter tried to suppress a laugh.

Matija positions himself in front of Jem and Hunter “Listen, i’m sure this can be swiftly resolved”

Magnus doesn’t bother to suppress his own.

“By a sword? Yes.”

“My my, the class is really getting close, and I’m not doing anything.”
The teacher chuckles.
Beside her is a machine of some sort. But not everyone has introduced themselves.

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“As if we could injure eachother fatally. This is good training,” Magnus reasons.

“Peacefully! We’re all students together! And friends! So let’s start acting like it!” Matija looks like he internally panicking but he doesn’t let it affect his voice

“Students, sure. But I’m never being friends with that dick!”

Jem looks like the fight drained out of him — he sits down, sheathing his sword. “I’m James Smith,” he began. “I’m not a fighter, not a hunter. I can use a sword, but i don’t like to.”