Thanks for being so patient for the wait, I had to type this all up in sections using a borrowed computer and then mainly my phone. Sorry for having to put everything on such a slow process, but there is not much that I can do. All I can say is thanks for waiting until I finally finished the chapter and have more coming later.
I wish I could get them faster but there isn't much that I can do. Also forgive me if the quality of this chapter is bad as I tried many times to check over and over using my phone but even that is a difficult process. So enjoy and if not, like I said before, don't care.
Voices that lie
Something has been happening with subject 47 recently, he seems to have moments of disconnection. Moments where he seems to just remain motionless as he is oblivious to anything happening around him. Then during some of the routine psych evaluations, he has spoken about seeing things in his sleep, then some drawings that have been confiscated from him after his free time which show images that make no sense to me. He has made childish drawings before but recently they have begun to be much more clear and represent something.
In the last few that were taken from him, there have been what looks like forests and trees, animals and many others things such as towns and even people. How are such things happening? Some of these drawings represent kingdoms and landmarks that I had checked making sure that they were real. And to my surprise, they all were all real.
That raises a major question.
47 has never seen the world outside the lab, none of his studies have even remotely given him any information to these locations and landmarks. I have to keep a closer eye on Forty-seven. Something may be happening within his mind that I cannot even possibly think of comprehending. Could it be his aura? Or maybe its something else that I am not seeing.
More tests will need to be done to him.
- Ort-Meyer
'Does it hurt still? What does it feel like to not be in pain?'
'I don't remember.'
'Why would it matter, she is a failure. We are a failure.'
'We were never good enough, we could have been better. But he beat us every time.'
'We were just as good.'
'No, we are nothing but a failure.'
'She's the failure.'
The voices kept arguing making the pain worse than it was before, her head felt like someone was slowly crushing it until it would cave. Her eyes felt like they would pop out any second as she sat there in the dark room left alone with only the voices in her head to keep her company. That's all they did each and every day - argue, bitch, and complain about everything. There were times when they were silent but that was worse because she was left with her own thoughts which made it worse.
The silence was the worst of it all when she would be left to sit here in the dark, it was worse than all the other things that she went through. Suddenly the lights came on blinding her as she held a hand up over her eyes blocking it as she closed them tight feeling them sting and burn. It made the pain worse as the voices began to talk more.
'He's coming,'
'What now?'
'More pain will come,'
The door slowly opened up as each lock was opening up. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve - that was the number of locks that she could count before the room was silent. The silence wasn't very long as the door began to split down the center and split apart, heavy footsteps entered as the clicks of guns were heard. Then there was a set of footsteps slowly walking in behind the heavy ones.
She finally let her hand fall back into her lap here it just laid like the other one. She looked to see the old man with his hands behind his back. He looked down at her from behind his glasses while men wearing armor stood aiming guns at her head. They looked...boring.
That's what she usually felt most of the time, was that what others felt? She surely didn't know.
'He's gonna cut us open again.'
'No, this time he's gonna make us break more of them.'
'All of you shut,'
"Time to get up now, I have a very special treat for you today." He said making her finally look up from her hands and lap, his hair grey combed back like always as his hairline was moving back from his age. It always seemed to get smaller and smaller, that was the only real thing she noticed about him.
'He is planning,'
'I want to go break things,'
"How are the voices today? Have you been taking the medication like I said?"
She hated that stuff, it made her head feel different while the time goes by without her even realizing that it was even happening. The voices would become mumbles and sounds that she couldn't hear clearly. It's like they become one voice that has multiple speaking all at once making them sound like gibberish, the only good thing as that she could have moments of silence, or whatever you could call it, where she didn't have them talking all the time and she could just be alone and not think of anything. She watches the old man as he walked closer to her and held something out to her, she looked at it to see something small that was flat looking in the palm of his hand. It then had a circle in the center that glowed slightly.
"I'd like you to meet your new friend, it's gonna be the one to help you from now on." He smiled as she looked at the small object in his hand. She was still - so not to give the men in armor a reason to shoot, spending time picking the bullets out of her flesh - until finally moving and slowly reached up.
Her hand was limp reaching to not show agitation before moving her fingers to reach the black object. She stopped for a second, she finally touched the object to see if she could, when nothing happened she reached more and gently picked it up from his hand to hold it in her own looking at the color that it made. He had stayed there watching her as she kept all focus on the little glowing piece.
"I believe it will help you very much with everything from now on." He said while the voices all began asking questions and arguing more than usual. But they didn't bother her as she looked at the small item.
"Sis, it's time to get up, please." Joan shook her eldest sister by the shoulder as she laid there in bed covered by the sheets and blankets, her things were scattered on the floor due to her late-night celebration of a 'few' drinks while dragging her along onto Vale. They had gone to some place in the much shady parts of Vale that looked to have been torn apart as lights and the dance floor had been shattered. It looked like it was supposed to be a nice place if it wasn't for the state of the interior.
The owner knew her sister and let them use the back rooms to drink and 'celebrate' her new job which hadn't even started until today. Joan had barely finished a glass, only sipping what she was given by Athena who made it.
Honestly, she could have finished more bottles than what her sister did, she had a high tolerance to alcohol which she had learned when she was around sixteen, she would never let her mom find out due to her constant worrying. She never even felt a buzz when she had done that. There was a lot of things that you can do when family throws a party and the adults begin to get drunk and stop paying attention.
"Come on, you wanted to go drinking and now you have to get up." She shook her sister harder in an attempt to wake her up. All it did was make her groan and pull the blanket over her head, the lights were still off so her eyes weren't hurting. But with her having to drag Athena all the way back to the airships and through Beacon she could guess her hangover right now.
"Come on sis, let me just sleep in…" The eldest groaned as she turned over and kept pulling more blankets over her head. Joan sighed as she rubbed her eyes already knowing the twenty-eight-year-old woman wouldn't get up no matter what.
"Alright, you can stay here in the room and rest while recovering from last night," Joan walked to her dresser and grabbed a pen and paper. She began to write down her schedule and what classes she would be in for the day. There would be about seven or eight of them depending on what was happening. They were for her to watch and get a feel for the class observing how they would be handled and see what kind of students would be in each one of them. The only downside depending on what professor was in that class then she would have to introduce herself to the entire class.
"Here this is where I will be and at what time, so when you decide to finally get up and handle your hangover, you can come find me." Joan placed the paper on the nightstand next to the bed and only got a lazy thumbs up from her sister who let the same hand fall limp as she began to softly breath sleeping again.
"Gods," Joan had a small smile as she went to her bag and grabbed a bottle of water and some pills that would help with her head and stomach. She wrote one more letter saying for her to take the pills and drink some water, once that was finished up she began to walk out of the bedroom closing the door softly so not to disturb her sister. She then walked through the small living room to grab her bag and scroll. She checked the time to see that it was only ten minutes to six-thirty.
She opened her scroll to check the schedule she was sent and saw that the first class she was supposed to be in was lead by a man called Peter Port. From what she had heard, from Athena, he was the Professor who taught Grimm studies. He would tell students about the species of Grimm and their behavior when in the wild away from any village or settlement. She had done some studies on Grimm and their anatomy, it was a very difficult process in dissecting Grimm due to their corpses disintegrating upon the moment of their death. Usually, they would have to be kept alive and killed when they wanted to begin dissection on the creatures.
There was one thing that made her think about what her sister had told her, something about him being a boring man who told nothing but stories that he would make up. Joan ignored that as he was a veteran huntsman, she could have just been exaggerating about that since she had always been a person to make stuff up about people or exaggerate something if she didn't like them or they got on their nerves. A lot of her sisters do that actually so she only bases her opinion about a person based on what she sees herself.
Joan arrived at the main building where most first years were taught, the size alone was for the classroom built to house each specific teaching such as combat, Grimm studies, Dust chemistry, and even history which was on her list towards the end of the day. She grimaces a bit looking at her schedule to see that combat was on her list, she wasn't a fighter and had no training of any kind in combat. Why would they have her in that kind of class?
As she walked the hall towards the first class of the day she saw a large man wearing red and had a large mustache on his face while his eyes seemed to still be closed, or maybe they were open. It's hard to tell sometimes with people such as the old shopkeeper she met who ran a small noodle stand, never once did he open his eyes. The man was fumbling around with what looked like was a bunch of keys, he looked frustrated while searching through them leaving him completely unaware that she had walked over and stood next to him.
Joan cleared her throat getting his attention as he turned his head to look at her, he looked for a few seconds as it seemed that his mind was slowly processing what he was looking at. He then stood up quickly clearing his own throat as he had a rush of energy go through him making him seem much more piper.
"Ahah! Hello young miss, how may I help you?" He asked as he smiled holding his hands behind his back. This made Joan blink as she was surprised by the sudden change in his mood before she looked down at the keys that now lay on the floor, she reached down and picked up the keys holding them out.
"I believe that these are yours, sir," Joan stated politely as the man smiled and took the keys from her hand and placing them in his.
"Yes, thank you, but might I ask why you are walking around this early in the morning miss…?" He asked not knowing her name which made sense since she had only been here the day that every first-year arrived, it only made sense that she should introduce herself to him since she will be in his class for the next year. Joan held out her hand for him to take as she smiled a bit.
"Forgive me, my name is Joan Arc. I will be in your class, and many others, for the next year in order to earn my teaching credentials." She stated politely as the man smiled and shook her hand with a grip that would match one of her sisters, but it was still nothing to theirs so he was able to keep up with the grip that he put into the handshake.
"Haha, such a polite young lady! My name is Peter Port, great to meet you!" He said making her let out a small chuckle, his enthusiasm seems to be contagious with how much positivity and energy he was showing.
He let go of her hand as he began to look through the keys again searching for one.
"Tell me miss, how old are you? You seem very young to become a professor or teacher." Port asked, not to be rude but in curiosity, as it did seem strange to see someone that could be a student of his.
"Well, I only recently became seventeen." Joan watched as he turned his head to her with his eyebrows high showing his surprise. "Well, I say that is the most surprising thing I have ever heard!" He yelled a bit smiling as his mustache raised up a bit from the smile before returning to the keys.
"Your parents must be very proud of someone like you, I can guess you must be a very bright child," Port stated as Joan looked back on it, her family was proud of her but there were moments when they wouldn't let her out of their sight. It had been like that for as long as she could remember, mostly with her mother being overprotective of her. "Yea, you could say that," She said as Port dropped the keys making them clink against the floor as he clenched his fists in irritation taking a breath.
"Blast these keys," He said bending over and picking them up again grumbling to himself as he began looking through them again, the number of keys on that ring was pretty ridiculous. Joan was sure that most of the keys on there no longer served any purpose with how old they looked.
"Are...you having trouble, sir?" She asked watching as the man kept grumbling more and more until he stopped and threw the keys against the door, even with his eyes closed she could see the irritation coming from him.
"I wouldn't be having any trouble if I could find the damn key," He growled as he held his fist up to his mouth and coughing a bit clearing his throat. "Forgive my outburst, but I lost my scroll the day before yesterday when I was capturing Grimm for today's class. Now I need the keys to open it and I can't find it." The large man growled as he seemed to be glaring at the door.
"May I try and open it?" She asked as he nodded and took a step back motioning her to give it a try. "Thank you," Joan walked closer to the door and saw that there was the electronic lock which could read the scrolls of professors and let them in with ease, but there was also the lock located right over they keypad which could be used to let someone in as long as they had the key and code. It was a simple lock kinda like the ones that she used to see on door locks and others used to keep things closed. Joan reached up into her hair and pulled out two of the spare hairpins she had kept her hair up, she then began to bend one open until it looked like an 'L', she then placed it inside the lock moving it around so that it didn't snap.
Once she was sure that it wouldn't break she placed the other inside and began to feel for the tumblers inside pushing them up and turning every so often getting the right one into place. She continued this as she finally got the last one hearing a click that then followed by her turning the hairpin that acted like a ket and moved it all the way opening the lock. "There you go, sir." Joan stood back up taking the hairpins out of the lock and opening the cover showing the keypad, she placed the hairpins into the pocket of her blouse just in case she would need them later.
She then typed in the code for the door as they had also sent her the code for the classes she would be in just in case, such as this current situation. That Goodwitch was such a helpful woman. The door unlocked as she pressed the last key and closed the cover hearing it lock again on its own.
"I must say, lock picking is a particular skill to learn Arc. You haven't done anything wrong with that have you?" Port spoken out making her turn to see him looking at her with a raised brow, Joan shook her head as she smiled a bit.
"Oh no, I haven't done anything bad. It's just that when you have a large family things tend to get locked and no one can open it. So it's a good thing to know how to pick a lock when you need to open something." It's also good for when you really want to keep people out of your things and the only way to open it with lockpicking is very great.
Port then smiled as he relaxed his shoulders. "I'm just messing with you, I myself actually lockpicked when I was younger. I and the lads played a prank on an old friend of ours who was a very big slob. We had gone and," Port began to go on about his story as Joan picked up her bag and went inside the classroom, she could still hear port talking as he failed to notice that she had entered the room.
"Maybe my sisters weren't lying about him." Joan quietly said to herself.
"Why did we have to wake up so early?" Nora cried out as she dragged her feet behind her as they all walked the halls heading towards their first class, Forty-seven had gotten them all up - even though he didn't want to - and made sure that they would be there for the first day. He had memorized the schedule he had along with the ones he shared with his team. He was glad that there were moments where he would not be with his team. It would make no sense of to why they all would have the same exact classes that involved the basic curricular students would take while also still taking the classes that train them. Not all of them would be in the same exact level of the course.
Their first class was Grimm studies, taught by a man named Peter Port, so that is where they would all be going. They all walked together in silence, minus Nora who was groaning as she dragged her feet, the early morning sun coming through the large windows as their shoes clicked against the floor making the silence seem even louder as Forty-seven was walking ahead of the three. He kept his mind busy with remembering the events of the night before when they had begun to get settled in after becoming a team. They had collected their belongings and went to their assigned room, sadly the girls that made the team called 'RWBY' were right across the hall from them.
He could hear their bickering amongst each other most of the night until they finally went to sleep. The same for the three he was now a part of on this team called 'JNPR'. He had sat on his own bed which was located by the far corner of the room to the right when entering. He stayed there replying to the messages that were from the I.C.U making up his cover of disappearance calling it 'time off' as he rarely did receive contracts right after another, they would only last a day or two.
Luckily they bought his story and told him to keep in constant check for when they needed him on a specific contract. He had to remain careful when speaking to the I.C.U, they would certainly look into his whereabouts and blow the entire mission leaving him in dangerous territory surrounded by so many hunters and veteran.
After that, he sat there to himself waiting for when he could use the shower that they had in the dorm. That made it easier to keep the scars hidden from others, but he stayed last to use it so he could kill time working on things he had, mostly things to occupy his time such as maintenance on his pistols. He had lost his knife during initiation, it was probably knocked off him when he was swatted by the Deathstalker. He could replace the blade but he was almost in trouble when he realized that the strap on his left holster had begun to wear out, it could have snapped and he would have lost one of his silverballers.
It was by luck it hadn't broken, he would have to go and get a replacement set of holsters to house his weapons. Forty-seven pulled at the collar feeling uncomfortable as he was used to his black suit and silk red tie, they were custom made and fit to his exact measurements. Now he has to wear the standard issue Beacon uniform which was not to his liking. Luckily he could wear his gloves.
"Is your tie a tad to tight?" He heard his 'partner' ask while his hand moved back down to his side, Pyrrha had been quiet towards him since they had been assigned as teammates. He had looked into her after the slight event yesterday caused by the Schnee. She was 'Pyrrha Nikos' a child prodigy who had quickly climbed to fame with her levels of combat skill that left many of her opponents easily defeated. She had graduated from signal where she competed in the tournament he heard about four times in a row becoming undefeated and becoming known as 'untouchable' as her opponents seemed to never be able to lay a finger on her. Many people flocking to her becoming fans and others wanting to get close because of being a celebrity.
The from what he had learned about her so far after only a day was that her personality was very professionally-capable, friendly, righteous yet relaxed and selfless person. She is a composed and collected individual who, despite being a celebrity, was modest and patient around people, making her very sociable. Additionally, she tended to be quite formal.
In addition to her impressive range of combat abilities, she was a quick thinker, knowing her limits and assessing her opponents before acting. He had seen from recordings posted of her fights against opponents.
He also learned that Lie Ren was a silent and stoic individual. He mostly seemed to be with his own partner 'Nora Valkyrie' who was strangely energetic and seemed to pop out of places suddenly when something peaks her interest. He learned some of her personality from how she acted, such as her strange way of wanting to poke things when she finds curiosity in them. He watched her poke the deathstalker corpse for twenty minutes. As Ruby tried getting down from the cliff.
Forty-seven nodded as they continued walking through the hall. "Just the collar of my uniform," He told her as she nodded with a sense of feeling nervous and uncomfortable as she had been like this since he first met her, then initiation.
"You think the other team started making their way over?" Nora spoke out as she had seemed to get over being woken up so early, her walking much more proper as she had stopped dragging her feet and stopped slouching.
"I believe they were decorating their room," Ren added as Forty-seven could hear all the noise that they were making from their room, sounds of hammers and nails while there was also wood being cut with a saw. How they had or even needed those kinds of tools were beyond him.
"Ooooh, Renny maybe we can go and decorate our own dorm!" Nora yelled out as Forty-seven remained silent not caring if they did such things, as long as his items were not touched.
"That seems like fun," Pyrrha spoke up as he could feel her eyes on him as if asking for some kind of green light. But he was the leader and they were sharing the room so then it would make sense it would have to be fine with everyone.
"It's fine, but you can do it after classes are over." He answered as he felt the eyes of Pyrrha leave him, but he then stepped to the side - while still walking ahead - as a pink blur flew past him only to see that it was Nora who seemed to be just as hyper like yesterday.
"Woo! Thanks, leader!" She yelled sitting on the floor and making Forty-seven close his eyes to ignore the ringing in his ears due to her shout echoing in the empty hall.
"Nora, what have I said about hugging people randomly?" Ren stated as he began to tune them all out while their class began to come into view. More students were seen entering as they came from the direction of the cafeteria. That had reminded him of how long he had been up, somewhere around four in the morning as his body was still adjusting to the shift in time zones, then needing very little sleep he would be up for hours, so he spent most of it doing what he did when alone. He did his daily routine if exercises to keep in top shape and performance when he had returned he was able to use the shower before waking them all up to start getting ready at seven.
He entered the class with his team and saw that the size resembled a lecture hall and at the front, there were many taxidermy heads, recreations of Grimm while a blunderbuss with ax blades around the handle sat on display like a trophy. The tables were long rows that went lower the farther down you went, Forty-seven chose to sit up at the back where he would be less noticed, the others followed too, Nora seemed happy to sit in the back as he watched her put her head down and start sleeping again. Least it would be quiet.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting class," Pyrrha spoke out trying to start a conversation, he guessed, Forty-seven pulled out a notebook and pen as he left his bag to the side where he could see it and no one could grab it.
"Yes, he certainly sees the Grimm more a game." He said making her look around at the heads of Grimm that were displayed on the wall. She was silent for a minute looking around at all the heads, then the golden bust that he had near his desk.
"Yes, he seems to be just that." She said while his eyes looked at the Professor who sat at his desk writing down thing on papers that were scattered all over his desk. He then saw the woman sitting near his desk with her hands folded in her lap, she was watching the students still coming in slowly before the bell rang which was for another seven minutes. She wore a white blouse that had some black trimming on it while the bottom of the blouse was tucked into her skirt that resembled Goodwitche's. Then black heels while her hair was shoulder length as it was curled at the ends where they began to get long giving it a style.
Forty-seven placed his fingers against his eyes feeling a sharp pain suddenly appear, he rubbed them before it suddenly stopped and he looked back just as the bell rang and everyone was seated. As he waited for the professor to begin his introduction he suddenly heard running that was coming closer very fast. The door was then slammed open as the entire class looked back to see the one and only team RWBY late for the first day of classes.
"Please take your seats ladies." The man named professor Port said as he stood at the front of the class now with his hands folded behind his back. Forty-seven turned his head to see as the team walked to four empty seats...which were right in front of him in the next row.
'Great,' Forty-seven thought as he looked down at his notebook not making eye contact.
"Hi, Jason." He heard Ruby say quietly as she sat in the chair located right where he was sitting one row down. He only moved his fingers a bit as a response to her hello, he heard nothing else from her as the chairs were pulled out and they took their seats.
"Haha, Welcome to Grimm studies. I am your instructor, Peter Port!" He yelled out as many were just sitting there waiting as he continued speaking about something that he wasn't paying too much attention too. He just stayed looking down at his notebook, blank of any writing, he mostly used it to seem like was doing something. He had learned everything that there was on Grimm. What was known that is, like any other expert he had little knowledge like others who didn't know anything. He learned most of it first hand fighting them when he came in contact with them. They were easier to kill than humans, mindless beasts, unlike the ones who have survived the longest who are smarter or much larger in size. If they were too big then he couldn't handle them such as the Deathstalker prior to today.
Others were just like fighting mindless drones that ran off instincts of hunger and destruction.
After what seemed like ten minutes there was suddenly tap on his shoulder making him look up from his notebook which had a small sketch inside of it, he saw it was Pyrrha who motioned her eyes towards the front. He looked ahead to see the portly professor pointing at him. "Haha, it seems that we have a volunteer for today's demonstration! Since you seem so disinterested from my words and the introduction of this one here," He motioned his hands to the blonde who was writing things down on paper seeming to avoid attention. He must have ignored their introduction to the class and of whoever she was.
"You must be quiet skilled in handling Grimm!" He said making Forty-seven just sit as multiple pairs of eyes were looking back at him, the look on the Schnee's face looking as if he had taken the opportunity from her. He could tell from her family's name and her own personality she was an overachiever wanting to make herself seem like she was the best that she could be. It was aggravating. He was about to speak up but was cut off by the large man as the floor opened up and a cage began to slowly come up along with the sounds of growled and banging.
"Come down and show us some of that skill." He smiled keeping his hands folded behind his back. Forty-seven only breathed through his nose and let out a silent sigh, he closed his notebook and stood up from his seat as the eyes were still looking at him. He passed by his team, Nora still sleeping as a puddle of drool was forming near her mouth, making his way down the steps ignoring the looks and whispers coming from some others.
He stopped once he was before the large man waiting for what he wanted him to do.
"Well then, go change into your combat attire and get your weapons," Port said as he looked past him and at the cage. The size of it and the type meant that it was smaller than a Beowulf and was weaker in comparison. Then the sounds coming from it gave away what Grimm it was exactly. He walked up to the stage and stood across from the cage as the red eyes inside glared at him, his blue staring right back at it while it seemed to get more aggressive now bashing against the sides. "Ah, someone has quite the ego on him, this usually sets them straight after a round with a Grimm." He could hear Port mutter as the cage was opened and the Grimm came rolling out at high speed, he watched it as he pulled on his gloves tightening them. The Grimm rolled closer and closer eager to smear him across the floor and walls, but Forty-seven took a step to the left and then reached his hand out grabbing something on the Grimm.
He felt the weight shift as it had been pulled out of the role and he yanked snapping off what he had grabbed making the boar-like Grimm squeal in pain as it slammed into the wall from its previous momentum. The movement was quick and precise as he held the broken tusk in his hand as the red markings and white bone began to become black smoke disintegrating. He dropped it to the ground and began walking towards the Grimm as it was squirming on the ground in pain of its broken tusk as black blood was pouring from its mouth where the tusk had once been. He continued watching the beast squealing and thrashing around in pain slowly getting up from the ground and wall.
As it was about to stand Forty-seven raised his foot and smashed it down against the Grimm's skull and bone mask making a cracking sound as it slumped against the floor, hurt but still alive. He walked closer and grabbed the large Grimm ripping off another tusk, spinning it around so the sharp and was aimed at the beast before he quickly slammed it right into the Grimm's skull killing the beast as it stopped moving and began to slowly disappear. He looked down at his gloves to see some blood on them but luckily the blood began to smoke leaving them.
He sighed clenching his hands feeling them pop as he relaxed his body, the small fight was nothing with the Grimm. But he had to be careful with all the eyes watching him, he could feel every single pair of eyes watching him as he could especially feel one pair, his head was beginning to hurt more as he turned around facing the class, he looked to see the teacher as he stood there with a neutral expression. Forty-seven chided himself in his mind while remaining proper waiting for the man to speak. He had been a bit too careless, he had always been to finish a fight as fast as possible and not waste time on fighting, but this was different. He knew that students would be flashy and try to show off as they kill Grimm or even fight each other which would be in the combat class.
That would be the most difficult for him, not of him being beaten, but of him being careless and giving away too much of his abilities. He knew that from the incident when the headmaster spoke with him that something may have raised a red flag. It mostly may have been the gap in the identity he was using, but there was also something else. He just didn't know yet and he needed to be careful or else his cover would be blown. He still hadn't made a proper exit strategy in case something went wrong or he needed to escape.
Port then finally moved as he pulled his hands up from behind his back and began to clap, the same clapping sound was so familiar that he had a flash of a man with a white lab coat.
'Excellent work Forty-seven,' He blinked his eyes as the memory faded and he saw the man smiling as he was still clapping.
"That is what I like to see, young man! Quick in battle against the Grimm and finishing it off as fast as possible. The using its own body and abilities against it" He yelled out as Forty-seven walked off the stage heading to the stairs so that he may return to his seat. He stopped and faced the man as he looked him in the eyes, or he tried since the man didn't open them.
"You have much potential as a huntsman!" Port smiled as Forty-seven stood back up.
"Thank you, sir," His voice was lacking emotion which seemed like he was just acting casual, but to those who remotely knew of him they would know that it was the same line that he copies and pasted every time he said it to someone. The 'thank you' was empty and void of any sincerity, but they would never tell.
Forty-seven turned and made his way up the stairs as he could still feel some eyes on him as the pain in his head was still there more of an annoyance rather than hurting him. He walked past Nora, who was still sleeping, and the others before taking his seat feeling Pyrrha sitting looking at him.
"That was amazing work, Jason." Her voice was filled with sincerity and meaning, something that Forty-seven lacked as he opened his notebook again and grabbed his pen. "Thanks," He muttered as his eyes focused back down on his paper as he continued the sketch that he was making before he was called down. He could feel less of the eyes looking at him as the class went on, but most of his focus was on the sketch he was making. He had made many lines and shapes in the drawing as the pen moved across the paper making the image come together as whatever it was in his head was much more clear after he had fought.
He kept sketching until suddenly he felt someone about to touch him and he stood up from his seat, he looked to see a surprised Pyrrha who was holding her hand up. He looked at his watch and saw that class had ended and they need to head to the next class which was history. He hadn't realized that time had gone by so fast as he sketched.
"That is very nice. Who are they?" Pyrrha suddenly asked making Forty-seven look to where she was, he saw that she was looking at his sketch to see that it looked like a bunch of people, each one different and unique as he hadn't realized he was even drawing this.
"Just random sketching," He said closing the book and placing it in his bag walking past her.
"We should be going," He said as he followed him out with the same awkward feeling of being nervous and uncomfortable. "They were very nice drawings, Jason," Pyrrha said in an attempt to break the silence as he only nodded in thanks. The pain in his skull finally starting to lessen as they walked off to their next class.
"Hi, leader!" Nora shouted now awake and making Forty-seven wish she stayed asleep."
Well, I say that class went rather well," Port spoke out as Joan was still sitting in her chair holding a hand to her head feeling as the pain which had started out small slowly began to dissipate now. She had gotten them in the past when she was younger but as she got older she had gotten used to them. They were never this bad though, was something wrong? It had been awhile since she had a checkup so maybe she should have one scheduled just in case.
"What did you think of the young lad?"
"Huh?" Joan looked up to see Port as he was looking at the now empty cage which slowly was going back down to where more could be heard growling. She hadn't been listening to a word the older man had been saying, hopefully, he wouldn't think that she was being rude.