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Iliana
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Pick a weapon and take a seat! Class is in session!
Nice. Peaceful. Serene. Just like any other high school would be.
Academy of Arms is different however. Sure, on the outside, it looks like your typical high school with green grass, many windows, bustling students zipping here and there, fearing that they would be late for class. But, what makes AOA different from any other school are the courses:
*WEAPONRY 101
*ARMED HISTORY
*SPARS AND DUELS
*TECHNIQUE ETIQUETTE
*LUNCH
Well, at least there's lunch.
You are either a First Year, Second Year, or Elite Year student at Academy of Arms. Choose which ever experience you wish!
-First Years are your typical new comers: new to the campus life, weapons, and teachers and students.
-Second Years are the ones who have a good bit of knowledge on the way things work in the school, but are still not strong or wise enough to say they know all about their weapons.
-Elite Years are the last rung on the ladder. They are professionals with their weapons, history, and combat, also typically looking down upon the younger Years.
Pick your weapon!
-Don't make it a fantasy weapon! >:[ This is a modernish type of high school setting so use a specific weapon like a sword, nun-chucks, bow and arrow, knives, guns, axe, scythe, spear, and so on and so forth!
You are all meeting in the cafeteria for breakfast, then your first class, Arms History, begins! :D
Nice. Peaceful. Serene. Just like any other high school would be.
Academy of Arms is different however. Sure, on the outside, it looks like your typical high school with green grass, many windows, bustling students zipping here and there, fearing that they would be late for class. But, what makes AOA different from any other school are the courses:
*WEAPONRY 101
*ARMED HISTORY
*SPARS AND DUELS
*TECHNIQUE ETIQUETTE
*LUNCH
Well, at least there's lunch.
You are either a First Year, Second Year, or Elite Year student at Academy of Arms. Choose which ever experience you wish!
-First Years are your typical new comers: new to the campus life, weapons, and teachers and students.
-Second Years are the ones who have a good bit of knowledge on the way things work in the school, but are still not strong or wise enough to say they know all about their weapons.
-Elite Years are the last rung on the ladder. They are professionals with their weapons, history, and combat, also typically looking down upon the younger Years.
Pick your weapon!
-Don't make it a fantasy weapon! >:[ This is a modernish type of high school setting so use a specific weapon like a sword, nun-chucks, bow and arrow, knives, guns, axe, scythe, spear, and so on and so forth!
You are all meeting in the cafeteria for breakfast, then your first class, Arms History, begins! :D
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"They have the nasty bagels here! Like, the grossest, GROSSEST bagels in the world! I think they let them go stale and then feed it to us because they hate us so bad."
"Hey, they don't hate us. We're students! We're not going to have gourmet meals at a school." Kenzi answered, trying to push her glasses on the bridge of her nose while her other hand held onto the orange, faded cafeteria lunch tray that only had an apple on its left side. There had to be a secured balance while she held it with one hand or the tray would teeter to the right and toss her apple into the back of some kid's head. What a lot of trouble she'd be in if that happened. Especially if it were an Elite Year's head. Kenzi, being nothing but a Second Year, had tried to make herself seem as inconspicuous. There a lot more First Years in AOA than Second Years and only a handful of Second Years. The girl next to her with the red, wavy hair, Georgia, was a Second Year herself. Unlike Kenzi, though, Georgia liked to flaunt it off.
"I know a school that gives out gourmet meals to their students! We probably have to eat this crap because of all the First Years that came in. Budget probably dropped down, you know, and they had to compensate."she said with another groan while the cafeteria lady slabbed a corner of oatmeal onto her tray Georgia's face was twisted in disgust and also reluctance to hold back her vomit. Kenzi could tell the lady behind the counter was annoyed at the quick reaction to her long, morning's cooking but said nothing as she repeated the process to Kenzi's tray. Kenzi wasn't thrilled about the oatmeal either but she wasn't going to tell the lady that. The woman probably had enough strength in those bulky, flabby arms of hers than Kenzi had in her entire body. Now if Kenzi had her throwing stars, there would probably be a battle.
"Stop complaining. It's better than starving."she said sweetly.
"Is it?"
"It is." The two of picked a spot in the cafeteria secluded from the rest of the students. Kenzi saw some familiar faces and some that she had never seen before. The best thing to do was to stay close to Georgia and not get on anybody's bad side, First or Elite Year. Turning her head away from the swelling crowd of swarming kids, she went for her apple, biting down into it, pushing her glasses on the bridge of her nose again. Gosh, I look like a nerd...