Mischa and Shark!
The Physical Test!
"I vow that if you do not give me an B I will come down upon you with all of my teeth tearing your limbs off one-by-one enjoying the succulent screams of your of people as I do so! And with each and every gnaw that I inflict upon your ill-formed body, I will inflict twice that amount on all of your children! Prepare to face the fury and power of my magnificent jaws!" laughed a teenaged boy manically as he stood on Rochelle's desk staring downwards at her.
The boy was quite tall in regards to the other students and would be seen as tall over all. Most people knew him as he had a very sharp kind of angular face filled with rows of teeth. He was wearing a sharkskin jacket, opened where one could see his toned abs, since he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was also dressed in blue jeans with a belt buckle that read 'BITE' and flip-flops. Ordinarily most schools wouldn't take this kind of inappropriate dressing...but the DWMA wasn't most schools.
Rochelle stared up at Shark...he was an odd student and ordinarily she would've been freaked out by any student that gave out such an unwarranted death threat...but this was Shark...he was known for this kind of prank, he did it almost daily to the students and he never ever followed through with it. The reason for this particular death threat was due to the fact that he had gotten a 79 on his test...and due to the DWMA academy rules...rounding a student's scores up is strictly prohibited. So, despite the fact he was only one point away from a B, Rochelle had to stay strong and give him a C.
Meanwhile out in the hallway the young boy's meister was scouring around for him. The Written test may be over...but the physical test was about to begin and she needed both for her partner to be there where they can past the Pair testing and for him to be there so he can pass the single testing and not force her to be take a mandatory remake lesson alongside him! Her head slung down as she sighed and accepted her fate. She was doomed to be stuck alongside with Shark...she sighed as she kept her head hanging.
This girl was Mischa Aldair. She looked a bit odd as half of hair was straight, long and purple while the other half was short, scruffy and blonde, but she was born with it that way...she never understood why she had been cursed with such a weird color of hair, but it was her fate. She had a on a hoodie with wilting purple flower on the back and she had the hood up to keep people from pointing out her hair...but tufts of blonde hair and strand of purple hair both stuck out. She was wearing normal jeans as she slowly walked through the hallways in search of her missing partner.
Finally, through pure luck as she slunk through the hallways she heard Shark's death threat. She sighed as she realized that once again Shark was giving death threats to fellow students...she would've thought that he had learned his lesson after the incident when he gave a death threat to a student and that student fainted...but no...it looked like once again it was up to her to apologize...She stopped outside of Rochelle's office as she could no longer determine where Shark's loudmouth rant was coming from. It didn't sound like it came from further down the hall, but she didn't pass him on her way here. She turned around and faced the doorway. The thoughts slowly began to form and she figured out what was going on, but she remained frozen on the outside of the door, terrified that upon entering the room her worst fears would be confirmed. She slowly and timidly knocked.
Rochelle grateful for an intrusion and interruption to Shark's show was about to call out, but Shark interrupted her. "Come on in, you worthless piece of slime!" shouted Shark with a boastful aire of confidence as he pretended that his was room rather then Rochelle's. He thought about like it was joke, not even thinking that on the other side of the room could be another teacher, Lord Death, or even worse...his partner. He believed it to just be him having fun.
The door slowly swung open and Mischa stood in the doorway. Her fists clenched and hanging down by her side as she glared at Shark, who was still standing on top of Rochelle's desk. Shark stared backwards at her, watching her fume. He sighed and shrugged. He jumped off of the desk landing on the floor, "just think about it, will ya?" he asked Rochelle with a backwards glance as he slowly and coolly walked out of the door. Once Shark was out of the door, he flashed Rochelle one more toothy grin and then he closed the door quietly.
Mischa glared at Shark as he calmly walked down the hall, pretending (or just plain out not noticing) that he done no wrong. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he had just threatened a teacher, made them officially late for the physical examination, and also called his only partner a 'worthless piece of slime'. Shark reached into his jeans pockets and pulled out his large, angular sunglasses and he slapped them onto his face to cover up his eyes.
(-15 minutes later at the gym-)
A large group of students had gathered in the gymnasium all of them ready and posed for the physical test. Mischa and Shark arrived late to the test examination, so rather then be in the gymnasium they were both in the changing room with the other late arrivals, there was surprisingly very little of them. Most of the students probably accepted how important this test was and were smart enough to arrive on time. Mischa could only sigh and fume as she thought of Shark's fault.
She changed quickly, desperate to make-up the lost time. She exited the locker room and quickly dashed over to join the rest of the students as the teacher explained the exam rules. The basic rules were that you had to run a few miles, climb a rope, and sometimes they had a swimming portion. The physical examination would be finished up by a small exercise between partners and weapons to see how well they performed together, this varied from student to student.
Mischa turned about and began to dash along with the rest of class as soon as the instructions were handed out. She examined the rest of the students walking with her, but she noticed that Shark wasn't presence. She bit her lip as she thought about it and continued down the path...they were fortunate enough on the mental exam that they passed it with both Shark's and her's not-so-great grades...Mischa had originally thought that their combined grade wouldn't have made it high enough...but it appeared that they lucked out. It was starting to look like they won't be lucking out on the physical exam.
Mischa looked around and saw Shark strolling out of the locker room. Her heart dropped as Shark listened to the examination and then shrugged it off. He turned about and began to walk, rather then run around the gym to accomplish his necessary miles. Mischa stared at him as she ran about...he didn't even seem like he gave a crap about their grade. Mischa stopped short and turned about, running back over to him.
"What the heck are you doing?" asked Mischa trying to keep her voice down and not attract attention from the rest of the students who were actually trying. Mischa kept up with a slow jog next to Shark trying to get him to get serious and start running along with the other students, but he didn't seem interested in the slightest.
"Why the hell should I bother with this?" he asked as he shrugged and continued his slow pace through the gym. "I mean, I just took one test...what's the point of another test right after? Besides we both know that I can run a couple of miles without breaking a sweat easily, so why should I prove it to these guys?"
"Shark!" whined Mischa, "can you at least try? I don't want to have endure another make-up lesson like last semester...or the one before that...and the one before that...please, this is the first one in awhile that we might actually not have to take...please...just try where we can pass this test." Mischa was basically begging for Shark to try.
Shark grunted as he shook his body warming up. He didn't want to do it as it seemed like a huge waste of his time... "Fine," relented Shark with a downcast look, "while this test is a huge waste of time, I guess a make-up lesson is just as big of a waste of time. So, let's get this thing done with right now and...how about you treat me to some fish for dinner, tonight, huh?"
They both began to dash speeding their way around the gym. They both accepted the simple fact that there was no way that they'd catch up to the rest of the students. They were all well on the way, chances are they wouldn't be able to catch up to the rest of them...but hopefully they'd get a good enough time that they'd pass the test with ease...but somehow Mischa doubted it.
The two of them were off to a good start...they passed the running test with enough time left to continue working. And right off of the bat they had to join the original students who were there for awhile at the rope-climbing section of the exam. Both of them were tired from their recent sprint as they stared up at the long rope hanging from the ceiling. This wasn't going to be easy on them. They jumped up and began to climb the long rope up to the top.
They grunted as they finished. They were tired by the time they were finished due to their recent exertion in running a few miles. Their time wasn't going to be that great...if only they had had the whole ten minutes in between activities in order to recover their energy. Luckily, they teachers had crossed off the swimming section (still to Shark's dismay), but all-in-all they considered themselves lucky that they could skip one more exercise routine...next was the teamwork fighting section.
The group of students were led out of the gym and to a smaller training location. Outside of the gym there were hundreds of small wooden training dummies all lined up in the field, some of them with their arms up and ready to block, others wearing heavy armor. The teacher cleared his voice as he pointed at the dummies. "This is the final portion of the physical exam, your mission is to destroy as many of these as possible in the allotted one minute time slot. This is a training exercise to prepare both your mind and body for the hunt against Kishins."
Shark smiled as his body began to glow an eerie blue. His body slowly began to become skinnier and longer. The new skinny and long weapon weaved its way into Mishca's hand and lashed out, part of it falling to the ground. Shark has fully transformed into a skinny whip. At the very tip of the whip was a small metal decoration in the shape of a shark's head. The fin of the shark was incredibly sharp and it shone brightly even in the dim light.
Mischa and Shark went straight to work on the dummies. They brought their whip out in an instant, sending the sharp metal shark head at the top of the whip at top speed towards one of the wooden dummies. The whip smashed into, sending shards of wood around into the air. Mishca brought the whip around and spun it circles above her head quickly. She then brought the whip down while keeping the circular motions going, bringing the sharp shark-head around and into the side of the wooden dummies, Mischa kept going and applied more force onto the whip keeping it going in a circle. The shark's fin dug into the side of the wooden dummy, gripping it and dragging it in the circle. The wooden dummy smashed into one after the other of the wooden dummies knocking them all down and onto the ground.
Mischa kept the rotation of the whip going as she brought it to her side, ready to strike out once more. Just then the Teacher called time.
Okay, the first pair is done! It is Mischa Aldair by Lavina Abernathy and Shark by ?. I have not posted the poll, yet to decide on which pair will get accepted, okay? And I will not post it until all of the pairs have appeared. For those of you guys wondering, Shark got a 79 on the written test and Mischa got a 86...so they did decent.
For the physical test the results are as follow:
Michael: 83
May: 87
Melody: 90
Shi: 89
Xander: 93
Ash: 87
Shark: 72
Mischa: 74
Also, I should tell you that I have midterms coming up so don't expect an update for a while. And I mean chances are you won't see an update for...anywhere from one to four weeks...