"I just hope some of them are good students and willing to study," Professor Flare Amaranth sat down, holding her mug of coffee and her donut.
"From the way Professor Sterling was talking it sounds like they are all idiots," Professor Titus Zaff huffed a laugh.
"I didn't say any such thing," Professor Sterling shook his head, reclining in his chair. "They just have a lot to learn from me."
"I expect they have a lot to learn from all of us," Professor Rajah Kesar took a sip of her spiced tea.
"I agree," Professor Magenta nodded.
"Here we go again," Professor Sterling shook his head.
"What?" Professor Magenta straightened in her seat.
"You can't always rely on your weapons during a fight," Professor Sterling mimicked. "Its times like these they will need strong semblances."
"Well you can't, and you must," Professor Magenta sniffed.
"A good battle plan and a sharp mind will get you through things," Professor Zaff began to turn the conversation.
"If you know what you are up against, even better," Professor Amaranth added.
"They more you know about the past, the better prepared for the future you are," Professor Kesar commented.
The Professors shared a look. Everyone knew of the ongoing feud between Semblance class and Combat class. Professor Sterling and Professor Magenta's arguments weren't uncommon.
"Well," Professor Kesar glanced down at her watch. "It's almost time for class. I'll see you at Lunch."
"Good luck," Professor Amaranth smiled.
"I'll need it," Kesar washed out her mug and laid it down on a mat before gathering up her supplies.
Professor Kesar sifted through her papers on her desk, making sure her artifacts were safely situated. She glanced up. All but team PRSN was there. A smile formed on her lips, this year was beginning with a promising start.
She glanced up at the clock, the numbers reading 8:55. If that team didn't get here soon she would be handing out some detentions, especially if they had been late because they had been asleep. No mercy, not even on the first day. Let them get away with it once and it would happen again.
Richard reclined in his seat, shooting a dark look at Onyx. After three alarms she had made the executive decision to dump a glass of cold water over his face. Crossing his arms he ignored her pointed look back.
"We have been sitting here for fifteen minutes," he complained.
"Well," Robin shifted in his seat. "Better early than late. You never know what a Professor will be like."
"I didn't need a cold water bath," Richard grumbled.
"You did sleep through three alarms," Robin pointed out. "And Pewter shaking your foot, and me screaming your name in your ear...you can't blame Onyx."
"She could have made it warm," Richard rubbed his red nose.
"Do you think you would have woken up?" Robin gave him a doubtful look.
"I don't know," Richard hunched in his seat. "Maybe."
"Uh huh," Robin said, unconvinced.
Pewter was also giving Richard a doubtful stare. The boy squirmed in his chair under the weight of his teammate's judgemental stares. At least Onyx wasn't looking at him anymore.
"Alright! I can't take it anymore!" he exclaimed.
"You can't take what, Richard Rosso?" Professor Kesar stopped shuffling through her piles.
"Nothing, Professor Kesar," Richard flushed.
"Then please use your inside voice," she answered with a smile.
Richard hunched into his seat, ignoring the giggles that spread around the room. Once again he was the subject of his team's stares.
"Moegi," Cally whispered, nudging her partner.
"What?" Moegi mumbled.
"Wake up," Cally hissed.
"I'm not asleep," Moegi replied.
"Then why are your eyes closed," Cally glanced at the Professor.
"I concentrate better with my eyes closed," Moegi stated.
"You are going to get in trouble," Cally prayed the Professor kept her back turned to them.
"I'm not sleeping," Moegi protested in a hushed whisper.
"She doesn't know that," Cally nudged Moegi. "That last student got detention for sleeping."
"Fine," Moegi's eyes popped open.
Jazpeer glanced over, writing down notes quickly. His handwriting was hardly legible, but somehow after class he would decipher it. Sakura was leaned forward, chin rested on her hands as she listened.
"So," Professor Amaranth concluded. "In conclusion, the King Taijitu have the highest number of older members in their species. It is not uncommon to meet with one that is especially hard to kill. Go for the eyes and if you can, explode their poison sac."
She looked around, making sure everyone was paying attention, "I hope you enjoyed this, since some of the students encountered one of these old King Taijitus in the forest. They can give you any information you need when writing your report. Reports are due next week, no extended deadlines. If you need any more help, feel free to ask me."
She glanced around again before nodding. "That's it. Class is dismissed."
Cloud listened as Professor Zaff explained the different tactics used by the latest winner and finalists of the Vytal Tournament. She had listened to the entire program last year, but hadn't been able to see the fighting styles beyond what was described to her.
Rouge sighed, wishing the clock would move faster. What did tactics have to do with people who weren't in the army? She was ready for combat class now. She leaned back in her seat, wondering where her two friends before Beacon where and what they were doing.
Rojo wished Rye were here, the dog was usually a great distraction. He knew most of this, after taking an extra tactics class to tackle the entrance course for Beacon. Hopefully this class would get more interesting, or he might be asleep before it ended.
Ghara fiddled with a pencil as he listened, trying to understand the Professor's reasoning behind the tactic he was explaining now. He was right. Always evaluate your opponent and judge whether or not to run or attack.
Professor Zaff glanced around the room, looking for a 'victim'. Glancing down at his scroll with the student's names, he singled out one.
"Miss Rouge Dragomirov," he called. "What was wrong with Team Iris of Mantle's approach on Team Coral?"
Rouge pressed her lips together in concentration. She hadn't been paying attention and now it was coming back to bite her.
"They didn't use...tactics…" She stammered.
"Wrong," Professor Zaff shook his head. "Mr. Rojo Blanc."
"They didn't have anyone watching their flanks, when Team Coral sent two of their teammates off to the sides of the sand dunes. Team Iris walked into a trap," Rojo stated.
"Very good," Professor Zaff nodded. "Make note of that, Miss Dragomirov."
"Yes sir."
A bell sounded and Professor Zaff sighed. "Well that is all the time we have for today. Read pages five through twenty two in your book. Have a nice lunch."
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