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Alister kept his eyes of the pale haired boy to watch him transform Alister found this very interesting, he could see Fisher next to him trying not to look at him but when the shifter grinned at him, Fisher appeared to drop his face most likely losing some confidence against his competion. Alister made his way to the to the staring positions, he stood two places from fisher and the shifter, and began to get ready, he first removed his weaponary, he took his spear from his back and dagger from his side followed by his clothing until he came to his shorts that were underneth, he folded them neatly and placed them of the floor to his side.

At this point all the positions had now been filled for the first race, a six man race, a 200 mentre freestyle, a nice little warm up race to start the day. A rather large man climbed onto a stand and took a deep breath ready to make sure his voice was heard "Welcome one and all to Onicann's annual competition, this year we have many contenders, all who will be going all out for the grand prize" the large man took an other deep breath "Now, Z. Dent, Noise C. Nagisa, J. Fisher, G. Hann, C. Dean and an old favourite Alister Synclair" Alister had taken part in previous years. The man now had a lighted touch in his hand "when I light the spirt of Onicann (name for the bigger torch) the race will begin" Alister as well as the rest of the competition readyed themselves, the sprit of Onicann was lite a hugh brust of flame shot up, the second it did Alister dived into the water.

((hijacking my mother's computer this morning sweatdrop lol))

Casidy's expression changed, from that of uncertainty to one of mild concern, ever so slightly as she listened to Troa's explanation. Of course she didn't listen to rumors. Most rumors were never good ones about people anyway. She tried to pay no attention to the fact that every time Troa exhaled the smoke blew across her face and irritated her. She simply held her breath for a short moment to let the breeze take the smoke away. As he gestured to the scarring covering his upper torso, Casidy looked down briefly then looked back up at Troa's face, a bit more concern coming to her face.

"I wouldn't want something like that shown to everyone either, but I don't think you had to start throwing punches everywhere because of it." Cas replied simply as Troa finished his first cigarette and promptly lit another one. It seemed this guy was similar to a raging alcoholic when it came to his smoking habit. "You could have just walked away." Having just met Troa, what she was too polite at this point to say was that walking away would have been the more mature way of handling the situation.

At Troa's rather harsh reply, Casidy looked away from him. His words stung a bit and she couldn't help the slight look of hurt that came to her face. She couldn't think of anything to say to that at first. She only looked up when Troa got to his feet and approached one of the guys who hadn't left the scene yet after the fight. She simply watched as he dug through the other guy's backpack and took out an extra t-shirt. "Um... I don't think..." Cas did not get the chance to finish what she wanted to say as Troa dropped the backpack and came back over to the bench and sat down once more. So she made sure to keep her protests about the stolen shirt to herself for the time being. Instead, she responded to Troa's second statement about not being able to walk away from the fight he'd gotten into. She held her breath again, this time closing her eyes as well, as Troa basically exhaled smoke into her face again. Couldn't this guy tell that his habit could be irritating to other people around him when he blew smoke in their faces? Cas didn't mind if he smoked, but when he exhaled into her face she did mind. "You shouldn't give up on walking away though. Eventually, they'll leave you alone once they know they can't get a response from you."

A small confused look appeared on Cas' face as Troa burst out into laughter at what she had said. What was wrong with her suggestion? However, what he said changed her expression to a light frown. "Excuse me for not knowing how long you've been bullied or something of that nature." she replied flatly, a hint offended sarcasm slipping into her tone of voice. "I was only trying to give a piece of advice. I haven't given you any reason to take your frustration out on me." That said, Casidy turned away from Troa with the intent of heading back to class. She had taken a few steps when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the smoker. "And just so you know, by beating up those guys and then taking from them, you're giving them more reason to pick on you and keep the cycle of revenge going. Oh. And you should get back to class." she stated bluntly. With that, Casidy turned and walked to the door of the art building, her class was the destination.

((Other World - Neo and Clad))

The girl cried out as she fell, but the cry turned into one of surprise when Clad caught her. ”Umm, thanks,” she said, her face turning red. Her face cleared into a soft pale white when Clad began to mention the ghost. Clad didn’t look particularly welcoming either. He looked a little scary. The black haired girl gulped as a few tears formed in her eyes. ”Ummm, no.”

However, before she could pull herself together, the man she had tripped over (Neo), started yelling at her. She turned her face to look at him, a few tears falling form her eyes now. The way he was acting only made her cry more. ”I’m ss..s.ssoorry!” She could see that he had tears in his eyes too and was acting quite dramatically with hands waving around and jumpity attitudes, but she had no idea what he was doing. She looked back at Clad with a look in her eyes that questioned whether Neo was one of the “crazies” that Clad asked her about.

((Everyone in Other World that's not with the Regent: Anyone can find the dead body that Shaco deposited…though I think it’s in the victim’s house. So, maybe noticing the small trail of blood that Shaco left would make someone suspicious. Nicko, I’ll get to Leo once Rine shows herself. ))

((EARTH! Yes, Genya did just do what he did in a communications class.))



Lunia would be able to see inside the Communications and/or the Engineering class depending on which direction she had walked. The doors to the classrooms had windows.



SWOT? I think I’ve heard of it, but what’s that? Wait, or is it SWAT? But no, that doesn’t make sense! This is a communications class! I’m not supposed to be TAing for this class?!!!! Campaigns? What? Genya laughed nervously, his face turning red, noting Celeste’s tone. “Umm, right. Uh, thanks.” He looked down at the attendance sheet and randomly picked a name. Due to his luck, he hit the right name, though he didn’t know it. ”So, umm, what Celeste said sounds correct. Does anyone want to, uh, clarify SWOT for everyone?” Genya was floundering. He didn’t know ANYTHING about communications, and he was hoping the class could carry itself. He really wanted to yell at his friend, the actual TA of the class.

At that point, Genya noticed that some people were staring out the window. He turned to follow their gaze and saw a fight occurring. The fight was just clearing up though with police officers. So, he took a gamble and BSed something. ”Well, isn’t it, umm, important to be great students in communications? You can avoid fights and getting hurt with only words!” He got hit in the face with a ball of paper. “Ow! Umm, who threw that? This isn’t funny. Um, this isn’t SWAT seminar…” He got hit again. Genya was already flustered. No one was paying attention. Annoyed, he randomly took out a Bunsen burner. For some odd reason, he had one in his bag. ”Ok, fine.” He hooked it up. Lucky there was a gas valve in the classroom. Clearly, Bunsen burners had everything to do with communications…



The engineering professor had also noticed the fight, made some joking comment about how engineers only needed to outwit “fighting types” to win, and how “fighting types” were sometimes equivalent to managers who didn’t know anything and just wanted to do stuff without thinking. The professor was not an old wizened man with white hair. His green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. ”Ah, well, looks like someone’s taken care of that.” the professor said nonchalantly as the police officers came to clear up the mess, and he spotted Casidy talking to the culprit Troa. “Well, we could always program a better fight, hmm? But you didn’t hear that from me.” The professor’s specialty was actually in AI and robotics design. ”Well, any questions so far? You know… that fight relates to your assignment!”

Clad raised a brow as he looked between the girl and Neo. The tears in the girls eyes were...annoying and the man on the floor even more so. He stood up still palming the girls head and looked at Neo. His face quickly became that of minor annoyance at the mans exagerated behavior. "ehy, mind cuttin the racket man...Jeez what are ya doing settin up all the rubbish in the street anyway?" " Clad sighed finally releasing the girls head and turning with a shrug. "Just my luck, girls fallen all over me an the crazies turn up. I'm cursed, that just has to be it..." The large man shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to look sideways at the young girl. "Be more careful for now on, ya might bump into that clown...or some other monster." He punctuated his statement with another large sharptoothed grin and turned to leave the girl to deal with the eccentric scholar. The scholary types werent really his...area of expertise. Not that he couldnt hold his own in conversation but they were simply too...annoying.

Noise glanced at the man to have insulted his master through the corner of his eye. So he was a coach and competitor? Great, just great. As the annoncer began the introduction to the event Noise finally made a rather obviouse realization. He was wearing metal restraints! The torch was lit breaking him from his thoughts and with an extra yell from his master he dove. Useing what he had observed the others doing and some improvisation he managed to keep up with fisher and Alister...for the first couple meters. Noise than began the slow inevtitable process of sinking. His technique became more and more eratic as he simply strived to stay near the surface. Still with each gasp of air he pushed forward, the still lingering pain of his wrist a good enough motivator. Noise pushed on for a bit more before his speed sinking began to outmatch his forward speed. With lungs burning he gasped and drew in a mouth full of water.

Clad froze his head barely moving at the strike. His ears twitched in irratation as he tried to keep his cool, turning rather slowly to face the man. The remark of uneducated little brat and the man's attitude afterward twoards the girl also didnt help his case. Clad cracked his neck as he stepped toward Neo. He wound up and smashed Neo's head, certinly not enough to kill him but definatley more than may have been called for. "Learn some manners yer self ya damn lech!" After coming down from his little episode, he noticed the girl again. "Er, sorry for that one..." Clad looked at Neo as he shoved his hands back into his pockets. "And I'm no brat either ya damn relic."