Good morning class~

[Genessa Satellizer]

(Day 1)

(07:35 a.m)

Physics class.....of all the subjects she could pick why did she choose physic? She could already picture her students groaning when they look at the timetable. Then again, they don't teach something like Fulminology here so this is her best bet. Had there been a vacant job as an English teacher, she would've filled that spot instead.

And this is what's running inside the head of the new physics teacher as she washed her face in the staff restroom. Her application was well received and even considered as a Godsend by the Science Department who are in desperate need for a new Physic teacher after the last one retired. She had introduced herself as an English teacher from London, she had made all the way to Italy to start a new career.

"Claire Farron. I hope we get along well~"

And they did. Which makes things much, much easier. For now anyway.

Except this particular Physic teacher is no ordinary teach. Her identity is actually Genessa Satellizer, an Enforcer for Chevlon Canticle Brigade. As to why she's here, it's because she was chosen as a participant for some ritual called the holy grail. Having already scouted the city of Lucca a few days ahead, she made up her mind to take a cover job as a teacher in Instituto Privato di Nostra Signora Flora.

All the paperworks done, there shouldn't be any trail that leads her back to the Association. She had made sure of that personally. And as for now...

"....I get to teach Physics in Italian. With an accent."

Chuckling to herself, she take out an old pocketwatch from her pocket to look at the time. For her to keep something that's antique, it could only mean one thing...it's a keepsake.

The time shows 7:40.

She still have 5 minutes before making her first impression to the class.

"It's show time." she mutter to herself, pocketing the pocket watch, as she begin to pick up her file, the textbook and the attendant sheet and made her way to the class.

She walked through the hallway, looking at the window outside to check the weather before she finally arrived in her assigned class. She knocks on the door slightly with her left hand to announce her presence.

"Buon Giorno."

I uttered, giving the class a long searching look, effectively making a good immitation of a Discipline teacher from Disciplinary Committee, before giving the class a smile, albeit a polite one.

[Enrica Mezzanotte]

It's just a little bit before the class starts. Enrica is sitting with her friends, talking about general girly topics. It's quite amazing how girls can talk about something so unrelated to themselves most of the time, such as;
"Hey, do you know that those two are already a couple!"
or,
"Did you watch yesterday's series? The protagonist is very cool~"
or,
"There's a new retail clothing stores opening at Monte San Quirico! let's shop there after school!"

Enrica herself is not a girl who follow trends. She wears what she feels like, she watches what she think it's fun, and she does what she think it's appropriate. As her friends following the come-and-go trend such as sticker photo, tanning, or for now silly haircuts, Enrica always keep her same appearance since middle school. She does interested in them, though. just not interested enough to the point of actually trying it.

"Say, Enri?" her friend pokes Enrica out of her morning daze.
"Yes?"
"What do you think about new teacher? Do you know anything about him or her?"
"I have no idea, sorry." Enrica replies with an apologetic look.
"Ehhh? I thought you would be informed about this beforehand! With your family being big-shots and all, i think it should be natural for you to know everything going on about this school."

Even if it's just a misunderstanding, but Enrica doesn't feel so good about being categorized as a scary person with powerful organization backing her up. It's not true, but that's the people's view when it comes to mafia.

Enrica is about to engage in further conversation, but it is interrupted by the presence of teacher in question. Her feminine voice greets the room with a strict tone.

the class finally settle down. Some greets the teacher back with Buon Giorno.

[Luciano Mezzanotte]

It was a formality, a probationary period. For one month, the new teacher would be subject to a test class consisting of a mixture of two types of mixtures of people: a mixture of randomly selected students and volunteers, and a mixture of students from the third, fourth, and fifth year levels.

The second semester had started a whole month earlier than it normally should. But that wasn't a problem. In fact, Luciano could see this as a blessing in disguise. This only meant that he would be able to graduate earlier, but more importantly than that, it would give him an alibi to keep his operations a secret. After all, any magus with half a brain would quit schooling for the duration of the war in order to better protect himself from ambushes from other Servants.

But Luciano was different. Dropping out of school to fight the War was only admitting that one was a Master, or at the very least, creating suspicion that one was a Master. No, he'd already planned ahead for that, and hired a Substitute Master to provide the mana to his Servant and take the suspicion off himself. Sure, he would still have the command spells, and they would still burn if he used them. But that was exactly why he would use these spells carefully.

And that was also why he'd long grafted fake skin onto his hands. Well it wasn't real grafting as it was perfectly tight gloves with the best quality artificial skin money could buy. A layer that was just thick enough to hide the incriminating mark of the Grail, but thin enough to remain unnoticed to all but the best surgeons. With a way to avoid suspicious activity like dropping out of school, he had just decreased his chances of being discovered.

Sure, they might know that he was a magus, but if he continued to act normally and deny, then it was easy. Especially since only the Lords of Clock Tower really knew anything important about his family. Barring that, the best any intelligence report would return was "they supervise Lucca". If ever he decided to join the war, he probably hired somebody to fight it for him, much like those Einzberns who always fought through proxy with their homunculi.

That aside, that only meant that he would have to make himself appear too busy to fight a Grail War. As a member of the Student Council, Luciano volunteered to join this class, ostensibly to rate the teacher, but more factually, to inspect her. Sure, new transfers could join any time of the year. Sure, it might have been a coincidence that a new teacher appeared on the day of the War. But Luciano Mezzanotte was not someone to believe that things happened by coincidence.

Everything had a cause, and all these causes had an effect. The variations and 'coincidences' were created by how these causes and effects interacted with each other to create new causes and new effects, in a way that was so complex that the normal human would be incapable of even slightly comprehending them. But Luciano was no ordinary human. Reading this flow of cause and effect and influencing it himself was something he was well-practiced in. This was something his family was proud of.

Had they been based in the Middle East, there was no doubt that they would be some of the best alchemists that Atlas would ever produce. But, such was the outcome of cause and effect that the Mezzanotte bloodline was based in Italy, instead. Thus, it only made sense that they would fight their way into the European pillar of thaumaturgical supremacy, the Clock Tower.

Luciano glanced lazily outside the window, before looking back at the teacher as she entered, giving her a cheerful smile as she greeted the class. Yes, today was going to be a good day. Why? Because Luciano Mezzanotte was about to commence his operations in the Holy Grail War, operations that were based on the infrastructure that had been laid out in advance for years.

The planning, the preparations, the money that was spent to manipulate the city over the past five years into a battlefield that had ideal conditions for their Master... And of course, Luciano's own personal investment of over a billion Euros for the best equipment and personnel. Nothing that could be taken into account was overlooked. Anything that couldn't be taken into account, was prepared for as broadly as possible.

There were things that one could never be fully prepared for, never expect. But if one had enough skill to roll with the punches, and enough preparations for what might be unexpected, it would be possible to do something about them because resources had already been allocated, rather than be caught completely off-guard and totally helpless.

"Buon Giorno."

[Genessa Satellizer]

She nods after hearing the student's reply and walk to the center of the class, taking a leisurely pace before putting her attendance sheet and the textbook on the table first. Pulling the chair behind, she give a single glance on her seat to make sure none of the student pull anything funny on her seat. By funny she mean glue or bubblegum or any practical joke set up for the new teach. Satisfied, she drop down her seat softly.

"Homeroom. Hustle to your seat boys and girl." Not in demanding tone, more like a request in a slight drawl.

Her Italian still roll with the slightest British accent but it shouldn't be that hard for the students to understand, would it? Pulling out the glasses from her upper pocket, she put it on, adjusting it slightly. Not that she was long sighted, but a little aid can never hurt anybody. After everyone settle down she clear her throat slightly.

"We'll start with Role call. When I call your name, please affirm it for me and raise your hand so I can get a good look of your face. Capito? Good."

With that she scrutinise her eyes on the name on the attendance sheet.

"Antonio Alfred?" she look up from the sheet to see the student on the furthest left of her raise his hand with "Presente."

And the role call continues, her eyes searching the class every time she calls out the name, nodding once she confirmed the student.

[Celestina Barbieri]

*Clack Clack* Only the faint echo of her own footsteps accompanied Celestina Barbieri on her steady advance to the classroom. The crazy girl supposed to be her guide had simply overslept and almost dragged the freshly baked student down with her. The hasty procedures in the morning were quite stressful and Celes was honestly not a morning person. Most of the special activities of her magus life fell late into the night to avoid curious eyes.

Erasing the memory was too much of a hassle to overuse it and somehow the secret heir of the Noble Barthomeloi Blood Line began to wonder if the repeated procedure could not cause something like brain damage to a certain someone and that redhead was already crazy enough. It would not be bad if that absurd embodiment of chaos would cease all functions for a while, but for now Celes had to schedule everything to the night... If only that crazy sugar addict would be quiet for once. Those sweets set seemed to set that fool on a constant high and made it increasingly difficult to find some time of peace.

A really annoying woman. Is she even human? Whatever. It was not the time to dwell in negative thoughts. Celes had been prepared for many things, but school was not one of those. It was nowhere near the level of being introduced to the Lords of Clock Tower, but she still could not deny that she was born as a human being with faults. She was a tad nervous, if not for her tremendous amount of pride and sheer stubbornness, Celes would probably make a turn and seek hail in the distance.

Another couple of steps and finally the classroom and her first day as a student in this Private Institute was about to begin for real. A last look at her outfit. Clothes clean, shoes polished.. if just that hair would stay down. A problem since her earliest child hood and something she must have inherited from her father's side. Everything considered to be negative was pushed on that guy's faulty genes. Surprisingly enough his genes did at least not hinder her magic abilities.

Reluctant she raised her hand to the door and knocked thrice before opening it. What would await her? Another bunch of crazy costume fetishists that liked to drag their room mates into their absurd hobbies and abuse them as a dress up doll!? They would be worthy of being called a global threat. Extermination! No.. calm down. Instead of showing the fierce anger, fueled by her steadily increasing fantasy, the face was no more than an unemotional mask. Only her eyes shot icy daggers at everyone in the room, as she began to take a more thorough look at those individuals.

Where they really as insane as that woman? Hmph. At least no one with bunny ears. The young magus gave a brief nod to the teacher to announce her presence and greet her. It felt improper to disturb the duties of the teaching authority by raising her voice at this moment.

[Luciano Mezzanotte]

And so the day began. A little roll calling was at hand, standard operating procedure, of course. Luciano kept a close watch on the students who answered, and drew a little mental dossier for each name he heard. Alfred Antonio. Upstanding student, fifth year. This was his last semester here, so he was obviously planning to make a grand exit upon graduation by piling on as many extra duties he could afford.

That was the boy's problem. He was too nice, not caring about the burden it placed on his mind and body. At this rate, he was going to burn out before finals. Especially since he wasn't too bright, but his parents were executives of Gruppo di Palmata. That made him the enemy, you could say, as that company was the dominant financial superpower in the city. Several dozen billions of Euros.

The Don smirked internally as he imagined the glorious day of its eventual hostile takeover by Agata. The names passed. Finally, this new teacher, who 'coincidentally' arrived just in time for the Grail War read out his name. "Mezzanotte, Luciano." Luciano raised up his hand and responded, "Presente". Again, the voice was light and cheery. Practised enough to sound natural and indeed, it might as well have been.

This school was not stressful at all. There were surely somethings to watch out for, but it was definitely not something you could call a bother. Aside from this teacher and his sister, there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Luciano flipped his notebook open and began to doodle. He was known to be a strange one, doodling in a way that seemed theatrical, and most of the time, these doodles of comics made no sense to people who saw them. But they were clearly signs of some drawing skill.

To the people, they read this as a desire to become a comic artist, rather than become another executive at his big brother's corporation. Nice guy, achieving student, would sacrifice his own dreams for the family's success, but nevertheless has that secret passion of drawing. That was Luciano Mezzanotte. He almost always spent his free time drawing. Teachers didn't mind, though. Most of the time, anyway.

Now to see if this teacher was like that as well, or a stickler for discipline. He could only hope that he wouldn't cause a scene by this innocent little action.

Three knocks on the door came as a warning, and it swung open. Not violently, but in no way timidly either. Whoever was on the other side didn't care about being tardy by a few minutes.

Here he would get to see how the teacher dealt with such students. Ah, an unfamiliar face? Her cold blue eyes at least had a familiar look in them, the pride he had seen during his few visits to the Clock Tower whenever he personally filed a report, disguised as his late brother. Yes, those condescending eyes that could not be mistaken for anything at all, their distilled arrogance reflective of her heritage.

Call it a hunch. A sneaking suspicion. Paranoia. But there were no coincidences, and he would definitely keep watch. For him, every new transfer student, teacher, tourist, or random person who moved into the city from out of town within the past month was potentially a Master or a spy working for one, even if the intelligence reports said otherwise.

Granted, it was impossible to keep an eye on all of them. This was especially true, now that there were other powers at work, stretching all of his resources. Which only made him even more paranoid. But if there were anything else, it was those eyes that he spied, that cemented his prioritisation. Over the teacher? Well there was still a chance that she was a Master.

But this one left him with no doubts. Those were the eyes of a Lord. He couldn't be mistaken. Cold, distant, proud. It only took a moment. Luciano would take his time. Right now, the people in the places closest to him were the highest priority. These were where he was vulnerable, in close proximity to his potential enemies. If she was a Lord, then no doubt, she had heard about his family and their doings. She had likely taken the machinations of his 'elder brother' into account as well.

And it would not be entirely unlikely, that she might even entertain the idea that Don Gregorio was a hoax. So, it was now a game of strategy and tactics. Who would make the first move? Who would establish first contact? Would he take white? Or black? Luciano always chose black. He would let her - and potentially the teacher - make the first move. In the meantime, he would let his intelligence network pick up their movements, if ever.

For now, he would bide his time and let his Servant gather strength. He had not enquired as to whether she was fine with sapping the life out of humans. But the nine-tailed fox was said to be a mischievous spirit; if she was a just one, then? Nobody would mind if the criminals on death row suddenly got sick, right? They had already been tried, charged, and sentenced. They would die eventually, regardless of whether they were slowly drained of their precious energy.

She would have to make it slow, quaint, and obfuscating. Other Masters would suspect activity at work. A clever system had to be put at work so that this activity wouldn't even make headlines. This was like performing surgery.

But, that was something else to worry about for the time being. As the rest of the students turned away from the new cold arrival, apparently having lost interest, Luciano returned to doodling, of what seemed to be several panels about life in the Caribbean. One never did ask him about his reasons for choosing the Caribbean. There were many other exotic places to go to. The boy would simply tell them, that he liked it, and that was enough for them.

The day continued.

[Enrica Mezzanotte]

Enrica is not the type of person that could withstand a negative energy. Being stared by the newcomer (though not really targeting her), she shrinks under pressure. She checks if there's anything she did to deserve such a cold glare from her, but apparently nothing comes to mind. Enrica, looking for support, glance at her brother who is across the room. As expected, he seems unfazed.

Brother is always like that. He's always calm and collected no matter what he's up against. Enrica feels a little bit safer with his presence around, and that thought stopped her from shrinking further.

Looking at the newcomer, her sharp brown eyes is the first thing Enrica notices. It reminds her of eagle looking for a juicy prey. But the overwhelming feature that strikes the impression into her more than the eye is that.... pointy strand of hairs on her head. It should not meant to be defying world physics like that.

She lets out a small pftt sound. That ease her tension a little bit.

She take another glance at her brother again. He's writing? As expected from brother. He's such a diligent and hardworking man, studying in every spare time like this.

what, you say he's doodling? No. it can't be. He's not the type to do something like that.


Enrica scans the room to see where the newcomer could sit, and found out that the only seat available is right behind her.
To think that she will be stared by that pair of eyes for the whole class... *Shivers*

[Genessa Satellizer]

Genessa, or rather Claire pauses, her glass askew as she examine the late student. Although she's late, she had, at least made an effort to make herself presentable. With a slight nod, her finger moving up to push the glasses, she continue the standard procedure before pausing for a few moment. A student was doodling in the middle of her role call. Now normally, you wouldn't do that in front of a new teach. First impression are rather important afterall....so why does this particular student choose this time to act as a delinquent? The pause extended for a few more miliseconds as her eyes searches for his name once more. Luciano Mezzanotte eh? She wonder if it has something to do with his background. From what she heard, their family is this city's mafia. Messing with them directly is not advised, so she would have to be subtle about it.

After all 30 students declared themselves as "presente" she snap the book shut before standing up again. The first thing she did was standing up and walk towards the white board. Using her two fingers she traces the edges of the board with her fingers, rubbing it together. She made a face that looks like it suits far better on the forensic team than a teacher.

Hmm.....bit dusty.

With that she take the duster and begin to wipe off the rest of the board even though it's clean for the most part. She take a blue marker pen and test it out on the board, before rubbing it. First thing first, introduction.

She wrote her name on the board "Claire Farron"

Alright Gen, you can do this. Just do it like in the military.

Turning around to face the class, she take a seat on the front left corner of the teacher's table, her eyes looking at them like spotlight. She had make sure everyone gained equal attention, not just the front seat.

"Alright listen up. My name is Claire Farron and if it ain't obvious yet, I'm your new physics teacher for this semester. Obviously, I'm no Italian due to my ridiculously gratuitous accent. I'm English, a Briton not American. My age is 28 years old. My hobby is dart throwing. What I dislike, are late students, students not paying attention in my class and student breaking the rules for their own selfish reasons. However, one cannot be blamed for their ignorance so I'll be a bit lenient today."

She said all this and nods to respective student, before continuing.

"Now I would like to get to know each of you better. A small introduction in less than 3 minutes. No need to come from the front, just stand up from your seat. Pronto."

She urged them by clapping her hand twice.

[Ryukishi Tomokazu]

Ryukishi Tomokazu sighs as he's walking down the hallway, ignoring some girls who quickly waved at him, trying to get his attention but failed.

Seriously... a new class... at this time?

Sure, he's been in this school for a year, but it's still the same shit as always since he transfered here. Ever since he became a new student here, there's been some gossips and rumors going on.

Which is happening right now, with these three geeks as he walk past them:

"Psst. That's Tomokazu over there."
"Well, what do you know. He still came."
"Wonder why the falculty members didn't kick him out?"
"Yeah I mean, he doesn't look rich. Plus, he's held back."
"I heard he bribe the principal."
"Really, I heard he slept with one of the female teachers and they convinced the principal to let him attend here."
"Seriously?!"

He stops dead track and turns to them, glaring. Most of them flinched and shrieked when he's glaring at them, as if he's some kind of killer who caught the witness of his scene.

He starts to approch to them, as some were shaking in fear and they slowly back away from him (and one of them fall on their asses and tries to back away). "Listen, if I here any of these fucking garbage talks about me, I would fucking kill you all and make it look like an accident. Capiche?!"

They quickly nodded as they whimpered.

"Good, now get outta here!"

The geeks all scrambled to their feet and made a dash, running for their lives.

He sighs as he turned around and head to his new class. God, he doesn' t know which are annoying: those Annoying "Fangirls" who just want his attention, or Complete Assholes who don't know about him. I mean, come on! He's not that popular like that Lucy guy or whatever his name is. What's the big deal?! Sheesh.

What's really annoying him right now is that he's tranfered to another class.

So the teachers' all "I'm sorry for the trouble, but this is the class you have to take this semester." or whatever the shit they're talking about. God, this is complicated.

But, he has no choice.

Beside, he had to make sure to be on his good behavior and all. Even though there's one time he got himself in trouble last year. Hey! He didn't start the fight, those Jackasses made fun of his friend and roommate, Yuugure, and punched him in the stomach! So, Tomokazu starts kicking their asses; so he broke that guy's nose, big deal!

Besides, if some idiot mess with his friends, they should mess with him first.

... he remember beeing suspended for almost a week. But he doesn't mind.

Still, he decided to be on his best behavior. This is the only place he got, since the Yakuza are still searching for him in America.

He sighs, he sure missed his friends back in America, but he can't go back anymore.

But, after this day and all, he can finally relax. Also tonight, he, Yuugure and his sister Yoake are gonna have another roommate coming to their apartment. What's her name again? Ayaka ... something... Whatever. He remind himself to make sure to by some groceries on the way home, 'cause Yoake believe it's time to have this "Welcome Party" for her.

Man, he hates school so much, but whatever. If he want to start his life all over again, school comes first.

So he made it to his new classroom. Not bothering to knock, he rudely slam the door open. Which captures alot of attention from the teacher and the students in this room, who all seems to be in a middle of something like an Introduction or in a middle of the lecture? Whatever, he doesn't care.

He leaned on the door's entrance, looking careless at the class. "... Yyeeaahh ... is this a bad time?" he shooks his head. "Whatever. They said that I'm in your class now." he said as he holds up his class schedule and a teacher's note to his new teacher.

Then, he heard the students here starts whispering to each other.

"OMG! It's him! Tomokazu Ryukishi! In OUR Class! So cool~!"
"Crap. I heard a lot of things about this guy, and it ain't pretty."
"He's kinda hot~! But not as much as Luciano."
"He's looks kinda scary to me..."
"I heard he's like stunt guy for some action movie~!"
"I heard he beat up cop for no reason."

Tomokazu twitched.

Great... more rumors going on again. Is God or the World against me or something?! His mind yelled.

Yeah ... this is gonna be a long day for Tomokazu.

[]Any teachers wanna take him in? Good luck...[]

[Ilaria Manlius]

Wow, that had been kind of rude earlier. She had waved at some guy, and said hello, since she hadn’t seen him before.

But nope, he just ignored her. Rude. Even for a senior, they are supposed to at least acknowledge people, but she guessed some students could just be jerks. Even good looks, which he did have, didn’t counter that.

“Hmph.” She was not in a good mood as she entered the test class. She had never heard of something like this before, a test class for a teacher made up of multiple grades? One of her friends had volunteered, so she did too.

Strangely, almost immediately afterwards so did all her brothers. Which was actually really kinda cool. All of them being in the same class was something that had never happened before, after all.

“Huh, Ilario isn’t here yet. Hope he isn’t late again…” Her friend didn’t really seem to care, muttering something about her brother, and weird tendencies of his. Her twin wasn’t weird! He had even made her the scarf still wrapped around her neck!

Still, showing up late the first day did not set any good impressions.

Class was just about to start, and she looked around the room to see who she would be spending the next couple weeks with. Maybe she just missed Ilario?

Nope. And the teacher was taking attendance. Well that wasn’t good. Speaking of the teacher, she was kind of a little… odd. Her accent was distinctly harsh, but at least she was understandable. Claire Farron was a cool name though. She wondered what it meant. Or even if it meant anything.

Hey! There was the guy everyone in the school knew about. Lucy! It was too bad he was a senior, she would have loved to have had a few classes with him. His girlfriend actually had the same name as her, what were the chances of that?

The guy basically owned Lucca, and he was hot. That was about all she knew about him. Well now she knew he had a smooth voice too. Just typical stuff, but he was too old for her. Not that that had stopped one of her friends from trying.

...And the door opened. Ilario! Finally! But of course not. It was the jerk who hadn't waved back at her.

Her friend whispered over "Hey, he's kinda hot~"

"More like he's kinda mean. Stuck with a rude guy... lame." Her friend just pshhhed her and then they went silent.

After that disruption was over she returned to scanning the class. The other students, save her brothers, looked rather typical. Well, typical for a private school that cost a small fortune to attend, all wearing pretty much designer uniforms. She pulled off her scarf and hung it on her chair, pulling out a notebook from her bag at the same time. She replied to her name being called, then uncapped a shiny ball point pen and bit the tip as she stared at where the title of the class should go in her notes. The teacher was mentioning something about introductions now, hmmm what was it again? Three minutes? Still that blank title was really annoying…

“…Wait, what class is this anyways?” She hadn’t been listening to the teacher’s introduction for the most part, instead listening to her English accent. She hadn’t heard one before, so it was new and unique to hear. Who could blame her for not listening?

Not to mention she had just let her best friend sign her up for this test class, they shared schedules and Ilaria just took whatever she took.

Wait, had she just blurted out that question? There certainly were people looking at her now…

That was not good.

[Ilario Manlius]

Late. So very late.

He knew that he should not have spent half of the night frantically sewing up that longcoat. He knew that he should have listened to Ilaria's advice and Isaia's orders. He knew that he should have answered his bed's seductive siren song, rather than to continue. But he did none of that, and merely worked at his muse. It was only when he had started pricking himself repeatedly did he maybe admit that his siblings did have a point.

He managed to wake up, largely thanks to the fact that he had three siblings to flip the bed, and to ride a bus to school in a half-drunken, sleep induced stupor. However, he did fall asleep in his coffee. Nobody bothered to wake him up when the first bell rang. Honestly, who did that? He only woke up when he slid off the side of the bench, head slamming into the floor.

It hurt, but at least he was awake.

But - anyways. He was late. Hurtling through hallway after hallway, Ilario stampeded through the school, bag gripped in his hand and flailing wildly. He didn't have the time to actually put the thing on. He was in more of a hurry than that rabbit from that one guy's one book he took in that one literature class last year. At least nobody was in the middle of the hallway, ready to trip him up...

He rounded a hasty corner, suddenly doubling his pace. Breath now coming out in hurried gasps, Ilario continued running. The class should be right around the next corner! He hoped that he did not miss roll call, at the very least - but what were the odds of that? At least, nothing important-

As he reached the next corner, Ilario slightly skidded across the floor, forcing another burst of speed as he leaped at the door. He'd let the heavy door stop him.

Then he actually focused on what was in front of him. Some guy was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Some new kid. Ilario could not recognize him at a glance. Just another faceless guy, nothing to get worried about. He'd let Ilaria listen in on the social stuff. Gossip would come later, maybe a week or two into the school year. At any other time, Ilario might have commented on his hair, or something.

But at the moment, he was too preoccupied with the asshole who was blocking the way. Ilario, now practically more of a speeding wrecking ball than a man, could not bring himself to stop. In that split-half second between now and the time of impact, Ilario could only think: getoutofthewayIamcomingwhatareyoudoingthatsortofthingwasonlycoolinmoviesfromfiftyyearsago!

Shouting a warning never occurred to him.

So, with a resounding WHUMP, Ilario slammed into the new student's back, sending the two of them flying into the classroom with a loud crash.

Right before he hit the floor, Ilario thought again, honestly, who does that?

[Isaia Manlius]

It was a typical Monday morning. A good many unfamiliar faces here and there, but that was to be expected from a mixed-grades class. And Isaia couldn’t help but gain some sense of superiority from being one of the older and wiser, stationary already arrayed in neat little lines across the surface of his table, his bag resting on the table legs.

He allowed himself a small smile. Sure, he only signed up for this experiment after he got wind of the fact that Ilaria had done so, and that faultlessly fantabulous Mr. Perfect, Luciano, was also part of this experimental class, but so far, everything was going just as planned wonderfully.

At least until Ilaria suddenly blurted, “What class is this anyway?”

Oh. Dear sister. Isaia loved her, but sometimes she could be just a little bit, well, blunt. And sort of lacking tact. Maybe a little, well, unfocused. And this time, she had managed to draw the attention of the whole class with a particularly awkward question. Well, regardless of what the class now thought of his sister, this was a situation that had to be remedied, and he had the perfect solution.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Ilariaaaaaa…?” he trailed off.

Nobody was paying attention to him; he didn’t fault them. No. Choosing to ignore those heavy footsteps that he had heard outside proved to be something of a mistake. Somehow, some way, it managed to find it’s way into their classroom, cumulating in a spectacular crash. Right from the door. And it resulted in two very dazed, very-much late individuals in an ungracious heap on the classroom floor, drawing all attention away from both him and his sister.

Now, usually, this wouldn’t have been an issue. It probably would’ve been quite the opposite. If not for One. Crucial. Detail. One of those guys who had gone down in that mass of flailing limbs? Ilario. He facepalmed. He facepalmed right there. Except nobody was looking at him.

[Celestina Barbieri]

All eyes were for some time set on her shameful entrance. At least she regarded it as a personal sloppiness to have trusted her room mate to inform the teachers or guide her. Celes regretted her actions from the previous night, less and less. Her calm self, reflecting the surroundings like a mirror were only a means to deceive everyone and cover the boiling anger within her small stature. The expression, the stance, everything had been absorbed by watching her mother during her childhood. It also happened quite often that her mother had commented about a striking resemblance. Yet, Celestina, albeit quite honored and shy, too often tried to see the differences rather than the shared traits. An inferior product that was thrown into a boiling top with others of her kind.

There was still no way that she could call herself a magus, less a Barthomeloi and she took another glance at the room, still wondered how many magi she would find in this school, or worse in this class. Some seemed to cower in fear, despite the girl's attempt to be as neutral as possible and yet one in the crowd smirked. The name roll already gave enough background information to identify a possible reason, but only under the determing factor of having seen her already, which was just impossible. The boy's name was Mezanotte. A member of the magus family entrusted with this land. Even if she were a total amateur, she would have looked this essential bit of information up.

Unfortunately he was more of an empty sheet than anything else, and she could not even gather some useful numbers about his abilities or combat potential. Then again, numbers were usually outdated and fully trusting them could cause an unruly end. There were also too many easy ways to fake them, and Celes herself was one of the best examples. That made already one magus and one potential enemy, although Celestina disliking the very idea of fighting a magus. The servants should fight it out, masters standing aside. To kill a fellow magus was forbidden and only some circumstances allowed it. This chaotic war was one of the holes to allow killing and there were without doubt people who were just waiting for a chance to kill others, without receiving immediate punishment, but this was the exact reason why the young Barthomeloi felt inclined to participate.

She wished to bring balance in this battle and keep this war as sane as possible, not repeating the tragedy from years ago. Even normal people should not suffer, having still a high regard on her list of living beings, still not fully dyed in the Royal Colors of a Clock Tower Lord. The suspicion rose further after taking another glance at her teacher EClair Farron. It was not so much the name as the appearance of that person. Although just faintly, she could recall to have seen this person already somewhere, but definitely not in person or an identification would have been easy.

A picture perhaps... ? Or from a movie? She definitely did not look like a movie star, but the master of Saber decided to put this investigation on hold. Staring at a person and mustering them up and down would not give her the desired information, rather than just making herself stand out even more. ...It was time to look for an empty seat. But her intention was halted by the extremely rude entrance of another student.

So this must be one of those so called ruffians. They are really as uncivilized as I have heard.

She only bothered to turn her head a bit to take a short glance at him, before she repudiated his presence as unimportant, shortly before she heard something unbelievable. Someone had really asked about the class. Lacking the concentration that she could not contain the small information like the name of her own lecture? It was too early to condemn the young woman who had subconsciously blurted this out, thankfully yet, not appearing as much of a dolt as Kyouko, but she would probably still be better off returning to sleep.

"The answer is Physics, Senorita Ilaria Manlius," she answered, as she shortly thereafter thought, needlessly and with a Roman Dialect. It had taken some intense vocal training to get this done and she was still sure to have some mistakes to fix, but for now she should be able to keep her disguise as an Italian Student intact. Her smile as well, perfectly faked, produced some well results and a good reception from some of her fellow classmates. But the warmth was missing, a simple person, possessing a high amount of Emotional Intelligence could easily see how much trouble she had to actually understand what she was doing, mistaking her for a well programmed robot, but no more than that. Just a puppet trying to be human.

Nonetheless, a robot who displayed a good set of reflexes, spinning out of harms way, without bothering to alter her stance. Her arms still crossed, she avoided the crashing couple and then rested her eyes on the fallen lump of flesh. She shook her head at the clumsiness, yet did not dislike the end result too much. It seemed like an appropriate punishment for the red head who had tried to make himself more important than he was.

No... stop Celes. That is unruly behavior. Don't underestimate... ...yes, don't underestimate a normal person. Although he clearly rejected every trait one might search in a magus, the option still existed and even if not.

After the last couples of hours, she had learned to never underestimate a human being, no matter who they were, and the follow up crash dummy proved this once more. Someone had clearly let his guard down. Fortunately enough her instincts had been sharpened a little due to recent events, actually bordering on paranoia that might tire her out for nothing, and her battle instincts had been developed through years of harsh training and self discipline. It did not take eyes to feel the presence of the newcomer, less the crash, and especially not to feel the incoming human projectiles. Otherwise she would now lie beneath the other two, reliving some aspects from before...

Evading was as easy as taking away the candy from a sheep..... wool of a sheep? Candy of a baby? No, that's not right.....Celes thought for another couple of seconds, but proverbs were definitely not written up in her books, and she felt glad that she had not voiced this stupid comment of hers.

She took brief notice of some other guy screaming out, but could honestly not make any sense out of it. Instead she tried to show correct conduct and offered a helping hand, like Saber before.

"Are you okay?"

[Ryukishi Tomokazu]

“…Wait, what class is this anyways?”

He slowly turned to the girl who just blurted out the most idiotic question of all.

He twitched, "You're kidding me, right?" he said. ...Okay, that's just sad...

"The answer is Physics, Senorita Ilaria Manlius." He then turned to the other girl who answered the question. He rolled his eyes.

Greeeeaaaat... I'm in a class full of idiots and idiots who think they're so perfect... Can't this day get any-

His sentence was cut-off when someone slammed into him, sending him and the idiot behind him flying across the room (good thing the teacher and that so called Miss Perfect avoid the collision).

CRASH!

Yep, he spoke too soon. Now he's in a pissed-off mood and in pain.

He groaned from the pain as he got slowly got up, but felt the idiot is still on top of him.

"God! Get the fuck off of me, Dumbass!" Tomokazu shouted as he grabbed the boy and rudely throw him off, nearly got him to crash into the teacher's desk. "What the Hell is wrong with you?!"

He ignored that idiot's nonsense talk when he heard some laughter from more assholes in the class. He turned to the class, glaring daggers, and the laughing ceased. Some looked away quickly, some tried to hide themselves behind textbook, and he heard one of them whimpered and yelped in fear. Man, one rumor of him is true: he does look terrifying when he does the glare.

Man, he wants to kill them. Tomokazu wished he bring his pistol and shoot the assholes who laughed at him, but that would leave him to being expelled, go to jail, kick out of the country or something, and lead him being wide open to Yakuza.

Besides, he got to control his temper. Otherwise he'll be expelled, just like last time in his middle school.

He sighs So much for Living a Normal Life...

He got up, rejecting some other idiot's offer to help him up. "I don't want your pity." he scoffed. Then turns to his new teacher, "Anyway..." he handed her the teacher's note and his new schedule.

Yep... he's in a bad mood today ... like always...

[Enrica Mezzanotte]

Enrica is stunned by the scene before her. Her normal, everyday life that should proceed like normal day should just turned into some sort of chaos. People keep coming into the room AFTER teacher comes in, and making things worse as they keep increasing in numbers. To calm this hectic situation down, Enrica stands up and do what she used to do.

A class rep gotta do what class rep do, even if this is not her own class. It's the right thing.


"Please stop making ruckus and go to your seat! The class is still in session!"


Enrica is startled by her own voice. She sound unusually loud and commanding. It's not her usual voice at all. Maybe this is what we call 'caught up by the moment'? Anyway, if possible, she'd choose less aggressive tone. but what done is done. let's see if her... 'reminder' works.

Deep down, Enrica is quite worried that, if someone just decide to not listen to her and reply back with "Who the hell do you think you are?" or something like that. Will she able to handle it? It's not like this is her own class where she have some sort of authority. This is mixed class. There's someone more mature than her around and they might refuse to listen to first-year girl. Maybe someone she just yelled at is ALSO her senior. Enrica can't really imagine what a pissed off senior who just being yelled at by junior about his/her behavior might do to her.

She glance at the teacher and her brother, asking for help.

[Genessa Satellizer]

“…Wait, what class is this anyways?”

Lovely. And it's less than a minute ago that she told the whole class what she would be teaching...fortunately she was spared from answering that question by her own students, so instead she gave Ilaria a leer wondering how many seconds it would take for her cheek to turn rosy red.

CRASH

She was denied of her satisfaction, her brows twitching slightly before letting out a sigh. So much for that little speech... it was mostly drowned by the demolition crew and nearly made her jump out of her skin. It's a good thing she's in a class filled with students, she would have probably duck and take cover behind the table otherwise. She releases her grip on the table before taking a few moment to compose herself. It would not do for her to lose her cool at this early in the morning. Again, she wonder if this is part of her trial as her first day being a teacher in this institute. At this point, the natural thing to do would be to send the students to the nurse office aye? But the students involved in the little accident got up easily enough without her help.

"Please stop making ruckus and go to your seat! The class is still in session!"

One of the female student said but it seems she lacked the confidence to back her orders. Giving the girl a nod, she raise her voice slightly but less harsh.

"Settle down now."

She takes the letter from one of the boys and read it, only her eyes moving before giving him the tiniest of nods.

"Very well, hurry up to your seat then lad."

[Ilaria Manlius]

Stare…

Stare…

The teacher was staring at her. It almost was as if she was getting ready to like throw something at her. Like a piece of chalk! Could teachers still do that?

She did not want to find out. At all. Some attempt went behind a fierce glare back, although she totally forgot why she was even being stared at. I think I-

A loud crash drew her eyes away from the teacher, and back to the mean-stupid-jerky-guy-who-should-have-waved-back-at-her.
Ilario was here! And he totally just bowled the guy over. She could have cheered, but instead settled for a silent Yes! and a quick fistpump. Pfff, I would never shout anything like that out in class.

Wait, Ilario just hit him, what if he was hurt! She moved to get up, but in the moment she had fistpumped some other girl had gotten up and helped him up!

Or at least she tried to. That raging kid picked him up and hurled him almost at the teacher’s desk! She stood up ready to yell at him. But once again the older girl reached down, and helped him up.

Mmmm, who was she? Kinda pretty and nice… and she helped up Ilario. And asked if he was ok. Well… she seemed alright then. Seems cool, if a little old. It seemed like everyone was older than her.

"Very well, hurry up to your seat then lad." With that everyone, with a little grumbling, took their seats, and the eventfulness stopped for a little bit. Of course she had ended up in a physics class. While the teacher, Ms. Farron, was writing stuff on the board she shot an angry glare at her friend, who looked like an innocent little angel.

Ilaria would get her back; she was already planning her revenge. It was evident in her doodles, which there were far more of than notes on her page. A plan to dump water on her head with a pail, or maybe hide her cleats during some sports practice.

And yes, she was totally drawing that. Just the water one though. Although she didn't have much talent for art, she still became really involved in the drawing, totally ignoring the rest of the class, and Ms. Farron’s teaching. This is going to be the best plan ever!

[Ilario Manlius]

Not a good day.

Ilario was in the middle of getting up. Maybe frantically apologize to the redhead, too. However, just as he braced an arm against the tiled floor, he felt rough hands gripping his shirt, balling it in the guy's fists. With a faint gasp of protest, Ilario attempted to stop the newcomer. He was, however, not in the best position to resist. He grunted as he felt a foot or two kick into his chest, sending him crashing into the teacher's desk. Flashes of light erupted before his eyes as his head painfully smashed against the frame. He bit back a pained grunt as the faintest hint of tears welled up, before he blinked them back.

He slowly stood up, bringing a hand to the back of his head, massaging it, for all the good that it did. It still hurt with the fury of a raging river, though he did not betray any weakness.

The new teacher, to her credit, did not seem particularly fazed. "Settle down, now," she ordered brusquely, as if this were a normal day in her life.

Ilario nodded briefly, turning to glare at the new guy. He didn't like him. At all. But he'd find payback later. At least the other new girl was nicer, offering a hand... well, he assumed that it was for him. It was not like pretty girls like she would like assholes like Red, right? At least, he assumed so. "Thanks," Ilario mumbled, slightly averting his gaze. It was an embarrassing incident, and he knew it...

Leaning down to retrieve his backpack, Ilario loosely dragged the bag across the floor as he silently made his way to his seat. Plenty of new people here... he though dully as he glanced left and right, looking around the rows. Eventually, he found an empty seat next to Ilaria. Pausing only to flash her a smile, he walked over to it, dropping his bag. At least something went right. Sliding into it, he slumped over the desk, head buried in crossed arms, vaguely following the teacher's lesson.

Not a good morning at all...

[Emilia Conti]

As usual, the girl is oblivious.

Emilia Conti is currently making her way down the corridors, departed from her previous obligation as student council. She knew she had been excused from the first hour of lessons, but the student council work was surprisingly light, so she might as well make her way back to the class since everyone from the student council had made their way back as well. It’s just the logical conclusion to make.

Of course, Lia’s mind is not currently thinking about how she can alleviate the awkwardness of her barging into an ongoing class, or perhaps delays the teacher’s piercing question long enough for her to explain her lateness. No, she was currently staring towards the clouds through the windows and taking her time walking down the hallway. In her mind currently, there’s no concern at all about the class, only something that she would think is amusing.

When she approached the general vicinity of her intended classroom, she heard voices coming from inside the room. As usual, her hyperactive mind tries to conjure the most exciting explanations that trump the other logical explanations. From a death match between two rivals to monsters threatening the well-being of the school, the thoughts filled her mind with glee and excitement.

Of course, you won’t guess it when you look at Lia from the outside.

Without wasting another thought, Lia immediately turns around and prepares to enter the classroom…only to be greeted by the back of a male student that she’s not really familiar with. Her mind started racing with other explanations before finally settled down into the best possible explanation.

He’s a mysterious transfer student!

With a swift motion, she avoids bumping the ‘mysterious transfer student’ while at the same time continuously observing the boy.

He’s quite good looking, even if he’s not as cool as Ilario, which means he could be the main character of his own series. I’m sure he has something that make him stand out, like a bleak and dark past, or something.

In another swift motion, she turns into the new Physics teacher.

Wow, she’s so cool. I’m sorry dear Ilario, you’ve been dethroned in coolness, but don’t worry, I shall have no one in my heart beside you, even if you’re not as cool as the new teacher. It’s okay though; she must be a superhero in disguise or something.

It only takes a split second for Lia to stand up straight and makes an accurate impression of a soldier reporting the status to the commanding officer. In her mind, it’s the appropriate pose to use in this situation.

“Student Council #5, Emilia Conti reporting. I was supposed to be excused from the first hour of class because of official mission, but the mission was unexpectedly easy and I was excused early. From now on, I’m looking forward to the lesson ma’am.”

With the report said, Lia turns around with one motion and scans the general area of the classroom before finally settling down to an empty seat beside Ilario. On the way, she managed to exchange hand waves and other gestures with her friends. She even managed to throw one to Ilario’s direction as well, even though the boy seems to be down for some reason and missed the hand wave.

Hmm,I wonder what happened when I was away.

[Amato Manlius]

The temptation to rest on the comfortable surface of the wooden desk sure was intense. For some reason, Amato decided to, like almost every Sunday of the year, go to sleep at an early hour in the morning due to the imminent urge to have "small talks" with people on the web. Of course, the obvious result of this action was that he felt tired enough to slam his forehead on the nearest surface - or, in this case, the desk - and go to sleep.

He was not about to do that though; he had to bring some kind of example to his younger siblings, and maybe Isaia. Amato's fingers slowly slid on the desk's surface, relishing on the cool feeling it had. Maybe he should just rest his forehead on it for a while. Yes. His arms began spreading toward both side ends of the furniture and was about to place his head on it until...

"Amato, it's your turn."

The hushed whisper came from the girl in front of him, allowing Amato to become aware of his environment once again. He almost forgot that he was in a mixed-grades class, as well as a class that he signed up - and thus, volunteered - for. Slowly getting up from his seat, the older twin was about to introduce himself to the whole class, unaware of the incoming Ilario Missile that approached that new guy leaning on the doo- Oh, hey, there's a new guy in a cool pose over there. He looks kind of cool in this pose. I wonder if he is a nice gu-

His musings were interrupted by the incoming Ilario Missile which, of course, slammed into the Leaning Guy and had the obvious result of a loud crash sound and a pile of two boys lying on top of each other. Amato's eyes narrowed as they flew to a facepalming Isaia's location. Quite the usual reaction he had there. Sigh.

The twin's eyes narrowed even more, unconsciously turning into some kind of a vile glare, as he heard the sound of the new guy pushing his younger brother, calling him a dumbass at the same moment. Now who did he think he was, doing that kind of thing to his little brother? And what a rude language that guy had. Here Amato thought that this new student would be a nice guy. I guess that this guy is only for looks, because he sure has a bad personality...

Amato returned to his former sitting position on his chair, leaning himself on the palm of his right hand. That incident just now fully awoken him. Sighing for the second time in the last few minutes, the student readopted his usual bubbly cheery mood as he watched the situation's intensity go down a little. His cheerful eyes, however, still followed that new person until he sat on his own chair. He then looked at Ilario, who sat down beside his sister at an empty desk and soon enough, one of Ilaria's friends sat down beside him.

And now to lighten up the situation a little.

With that thought, the Manlius got up from his seat and lifted his hand until the tip of his fingers were up to his eyes. With a greeting handwave, Amato took a breath as he introduced himself to the class.

"Amato Manlius here! Eighteen years old, my hobbies are cooking and drawing! Nice to meet you all!"

Sure, it was quite the short introduction, but it was enough to describe him. Punctuating his short speech with his trademark wide smile, Amato finally sat down on his seat and waited for the others to introduce themselves.

[Luciano Mezzanotte]

One thing happened after another. Luciano continued to watch the events unfold with a quiet disinterest. The very morn of the Grail War was naturally, packed with 'excitement'. Already, the variables were entering the playing field, at least, as far as the school was concerned. He would keep watch over every new transfer here, even if it was a new janitor. He would tap his connections to provide surveillance over them, stalk them in more ways than one.

He wasn't like those gang members you'd see in the movies. Sending disposable goons to shadow potential targets was foolish. No, instead, he'd tapped strategic locations the city with lookout posts. He'd launched reconnaissance UAV's into the skies to patrol them at night. As to himself, he'd already dropped a subtle hint to his "rival". Quotation marks were used, as to the fact that it was only a... figure of speech. Luciano did not believe in having rivals, especially when one was fighting a war with so many potential enemies.

Yes, the mysterious transferred beauty who had already displayed puppeteered kindness by offering help to that Ilario. It had only shown itself that first moment, clear as glass, blue eyes that evoked equally blue blood in such a beautiful fashion. She could act, that was certain. But her acting was simply so perfect that it was suspicious. Executed with such precision, such perfection, that it gave away a hint of abnormality.

And this redhead? The dossier was clear about him. Transferred from Japan, formerly involved with the Yakuza... Yes, sometimes, the distant relatives in the Ryuzaki Clan were useful. He was obviously a Master. Yet, his smell as a potential participant in the war was so obvious that it left an underlying feeling of distraction. There were several possibilities. The first, was that he was a red herring of a normal human, planted in this class to distract any possible Maters from the real Master, who was lurking more inconspicuously amongst either the new transfers, or the regular students.

The second, was that he really was a Master, but he was still a red herring. He was either working with, or being manipulated by, the second Master, who was lurking in the shadows of this class. Or, perhaps he was lurking somewhere else in the school, or even more cleverly, lurking somewhere in the city.

Another possibility that he simply was just another Master or normal, operating on his own. There were oh so many factors to consider. And that was why such people were called wild cards. Still, it never hurt to play around with the possibilities, and it was... entertaining, to say the least, to think of possible countermeasures.

But a true distraction in this equation was sweet little Enrica, standing up to help calm down the situation. He would give the teacher credit for one thing. She didn't lose her cool. And she knew her material. The Don continued scribbling down items in his Notebook™, ostensibly a message to the school newspaper, a satirical mini-comic concerning some relevant political issues. And beneath that, an even deeper meaning for himself regarding the Grail War.

As the final panel drew to a close, he began to write down the regular notes, adding in his own personal observations - of the notes, that is - but naturally, they would be useless without the double meaning that he was so used to writing in his affairs. These were instructions to himself and personal notes regarding the situation. Already, he had marked out everything here. Any new transfers to the school were suspect, any regular students who skipped class were suspect, any regular students who showed any sign of irregularity were suspect... Well basically, everybody was suspect.

Such was the mind of Luciano Mezzanotte, which quickly spun little details into gigantic webs of intrigue and suspicion, webs that would quickly entangle anybody who tried to replicate them. Even now, he thought of how to best approach each person, which methodology to apply, notes to come up with a different methodology if the earlier ones failed... After all, War was all about deception.

"If I determine the enemy's disposition of forces while I have no perceptible form, I can concentrate my forces while the enemy is fragmented. The pinnacle of military deployment approaches the formless: if it is formless, then even the deepest spy cannot discern it nor the wise make plans against it."

Maintaining units at strategic locations, holding out contingencies, preparing strategic oultines achievable through a myriad of tactics... Well the plan was really simple, at the start. The Bride would gather her strength at one of the designated Ley Lines. In the meantime, the Grail War Task Force would perform their reconnaissance, keeping an eye on the city's strategic points. The morning report really said everything. As expected with the eve of the War, things happened.

And those things, those highly visible things, were spotted and recorded. Summonings were obvious, but so were the rampant Servant activities that occurred throughout the city. The Church received its first visitors, for example. Curiouser and curiouser. Even now, he imagined the alliances that would be made, and how they could possibly affect his plans. Those bridges would have to be crossed once they were reached, that was for certain. But for now, he should focus on what things were closer to home.

Specifically, things that were closer to him. It wasn't a question of who were Masters and who weren't. As opposed to most justice systems, suspects to him were guilty unless proven innocent. To Luciano, he was deep in enemy territory, and Enrica was in grave danger. His greatest disadvantage, of course, was how he was a member of the Supervisor's family. He and his sister would be targeted solely because it would be ridiculous for the Supervisor not to participate in the war. The school was a dangerous place, for his name could not be falsified. But so be it.

The best thing he could do right now, was to go along with his preparations regarding his Mastership. After all, those measures had been undertaken to prevent, or at least delay, his discovery as a Master. Without the prana line to the Bride, he only had magic circuits. And of course, his command spells would only be detected, if he activated them, which was a ridiculous prospect. Why waste three good things? He finished the last of the available coded notes. They detailed a wedding, a grand one, at the end of the War. While Luciano was a conniving bastard, he did not deny reward for those who have done well in cooperating with him. The productive would receive their just deserts, and the unproductive disposed of in the most efficient and non-incriminating fashion.

Yet, he couldn't help but wonder, if his Bride was still willing, after his proposal. Her reluctance was quite obvious, and she misunderstood his intentions - one could not marry you if you were somehow found and killed before time, and the Master was the more fragile of the team. It was understandable, however. Such a proposal would be nigh impossible to trust, especially after what she had gone through in her previous life. The solution was as simple as when he first thought of it. He would gain that trust. He would earn it the way he should. There was no question of why. A Servant would have a hard time cooperating with a Master of an opposing alignment.

But he was sure that the issue would work out fine in the end. Just why was he so sure, though? Again, the answer was obvious. He would act to make it happen. Nobody achieved anything by doing nothing, after all.

[Wander Mcallister]

Late late late late late! The words accusatory repeated themselves on a loop in Wander's mind as he rushed towards his class room. Of all the days for his alarm clock to malfunction it had to be today! Thankfully, he had a class later this morning but seeing an alarm clock blinking at 12:00 repeatedly had freaked him out. Granted not as much as that...ogre like man at his favorite cafe but still it was a shock. Wander really did not want to recall what happened when he had tried to get a quick coffee to go.

"Blugh." Shaking his mind to clear those thoughts away, Wander resumed his frantic dash noticing his pace had slowed. His breaths coming in gasps, Wander had to fight the urge to wipe his brow as he felt sweat begin to form.

'Why was it so hot today...no wait Wander! Don't let your thoughts roam even if the weather report said it was supposed to be cool today. Stop it and focus on gathering your thoughts. He was supposed to greet the new physics teacher...Miss Fair day? No that wasn't it, something shorter. Miss Farten? No....what was her name again? Far...something. Fair child! Ferryman. Fetilizer, yeah right. Farron! That's right her name was Farron! But he had already missed the chance to greet her at the Dean's request.'

"Geez! Why didn't that alarm go off sooner!" Voicing his frustration, Wander crossed through the front door and begun to slow his sprint to a light jog. While entering the school, Wander only faintly registered the quizzical look on the security guard's face as he set foot onto the second floor.

"That......was...rather...odd." Speaking between breaths, Wander leaned one hand against the wall in an attempt to regain his wind. It's not like the guard hadn't seen him before, so what was with that look?

'Probably just me being disheveled from my run and appearing later than usual. Yeah that was it.' Running a hand back through his hair to straighten it out, Wander strode toward the teacher's lounge on the second floor. Wait, had his hair always felt this fuzzy?

His thoughts were cut off as he was nearly bowled over by a stampede of geeks. Pressing himself into the wall and clutching his lesson planner, Wander managed to get off a warning toward their retreating forms about running in the halls.

"As eager as they were to learn they should at least focus on safety. What if they had slammed into someon...like I thought. Gah, WAIT A MINUTE! That crash came from the opposite direction!" Turning his head around in a near perfect 180 degree turn Wander quickly made his way towards the loud crashing noise down the hall. Hoping no one was hurt, Wander opened the door to the classroom and peered in.

Oh my.

Instead of a heap of tangled students Wander was looking at an unfamiliar face. A rather pretty one at that but who was she?The new teacher Miss Farron? Who...was giving him a rather odd look just like the security guard. Oh this must be the new teacher which was why he was getting this look. It looks like he had been given a second chance by fate to introduce himself after all.

"Ah I apologize for my sudden interruption but I heard a rather large crash and was concerned someone had been injured. My name is Wander Mcallister and I teach English here. I was supposed to greet you earlier this morning at the dean's request but unforeseen circumstances caused me to be late. A pleasure to meet you Miss Farron and again apologies for disturbing your class."

Extending his hand for a handshake Wander suddenly paused with a heavy feeling in his stomach. Helplessly his eyes were drawn down to the costumed hand he had extended.

Oh my. Suddenly he had recalled falling asleep in the costume he had worn for that volunteer play at the hospital. If he had rushed out wearing this bear suit all day....damn.



This did not bode well for a first impression.

[Ryukishi Tomokazu]

His new teacher took the note and skims it before she nodded. “Very well, hurry up to your seat then lad.” She said as she handed it back.

“Good luck having me here, Sensei…” he said to her. Even though he’s no longer in Japan, he always addresses his teachers “Sensei” or “INSERT LAST NAME HERE-Sensei.” He doesn’t know why, but he felt comfortable addressing that way. Turned to look that the class, looking for any available seats (and some idiots tried to hide from his gaze).

“…”

Let’s see, he likes to sit by the window, maybe- OH, HELL NO! That Mezzanotte guy is sitting in that row. Great… There is no way in Hell that he would sit in the same row with him. Uh, uh! NO WAY!

Tomokazu doesn’t trust that guy. There’s nothing good about him when he first saw him. His gut has a bad feeling about that Lucy Guy. He had a feeling that Luciano is part of the Mafia that his friends in America warned about. After all, he’s in a Mafia territory, so he has to be on guard. So, there’s no way he’s sitting in that row with Luciano, and there is no way his sitting next to his sister. She may look innocent and all, but she’s Luciano’s sister, and he doesn’t trust her as well.

He then looks for another seat available to him. Oh, there’s one- OH CRAP! IT’S THAT LOSER THAT CRASHED INTO HIM THIS MORNING! GOD FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY GOD?! WHY?!?!?!?!?!

“… so this is what they called Bad Karma… greeeeeeeeaaaaat…” he groaned.

There’s no way he’s sitting next to any idiots or fangirls in his life! AND THERE’S NO WAY HE’S SITTING BEHIND THAT IDIOT! Although, Tomokazu felt bad about throwing him to the teacher's desk, oh come! HE LOST HIS TEMPER!

Still, what’s left for him?! Sit behind that loser who almost got Tomokazu to crack his head? OR sit in the danger zone where the Mezzanotte are seated?

With a sigh, he had no other choice but take the first option. He slowly approached to his neat seat, until he heard something or someone that caught his attention.

“Ah I apologize for my sudden interruption but I heard a rather large crash and was concerned someone had been injured.” Tomokazu turned to the speaker from the door, his eyes went wide. “My name is Wander Mcallister and I teach English here. I was supposed to greet you earlier this morning at the dean's request but unforeseen circumstances caused me to be late. A pleasure to meet you Miss Farron and again apologies for disturbing your class.”

“….” There’s a pedobear a guy in a bear costume ….

“HOLY SHIT! A PEDOBEAR! SHOOT HIM DOWN! CRAP, I LEFT MY PISTOLS AT HOME!”

“…” he sighs, “So much for living a Normal Life…” he then proceeds to his new seat.

As he seated, he leaned back a bit and crossed his arms, ignoring some girls squealing next to him (also ignoring one of the girls next to him pull out her camera phone and took a picture of him, going “Squee! Now I have proof that he sits next to me! Yay~”). God, he’s surrounded by idiots…

He tries to pay no attention to the guy sitting in front of him. Even though he’ll just apologized to him (since that’s what one of his roommate, Yoake, wanted. “If you cause trouble or hurt (maybe beat) someone by accident … or maybe on purpose: Just apologized, okay?” That’s what she said… Well, some parts… but, whatever). So, when class is over, he’ll just go to him, say he’s sorry, and walk away. WALK AWAY, AND THAT’S IT!

But now, how is he going to ignore this scene where the pedobear guy in some bear costume is in.

…Yep…This is gonna be a goddamn fucking long day…

[Genessa Satellizer]

Now Claire Farron wasn't the type who fuss about appearance. Whether your clothes are trendy, hip, shiny, sparkly, casual, the most attention she normally gave would be a vague interest before cutting straight to business. However even she would pause if some guy appearing outside her class with a bear costume and looking straight like a poster boy for pedo bear. Blinking once, she arched her brow inquisitively as this bear...err...person in costume explain himself.

"Ah I apologize for my sudden interruption but I heard a rather large crash and was concerned someone had been injured. My name is Wander Mcallister and I teach English here. I was supposed to greet you earlier this morning at the dean's request but unforeseen circumstances caused me to be late. A pleasure to meet you Miss Farron and again apologies for disturbing your class."

And time seems to come to a halt.Za Warudo. He said his name was Wander Mcallister and he teaches English. Nothing out of ordinary. He just apologize for interrupting her lesson. Well mannered too, like most teachers in this institute were expected to. The bear outfit however...she mentally facepalmed. She composed herself, making sure the tone that she use were not so edgy that one think she just snapped. Hopefully, this isn't one of those reality show that intentionally make one mad before gleefully point to the camera. Giving a look around the class she said,

"I'll be back in a few moments. Try to behave yourself."

With that she turned back to Warden, "Mr Mcallister, yes? I'd like to have a word with you."

[Celestina Barbieri]

Celes' hand was taken, a soft yet firm grip and she could note that the hand was surprisingly large. A man's hand, no doubt, and as far as she could recall the first time to get in contact with another human being in this manner. Fortunately it was the human of those two. The young magus had offered her support to none in particular, but it seemed more appropriate to prefer the closer. There was still enough time to help the other anyway. But he had refused, and sunk even lower in her eyes. It was not the refusal itself, rather than the performance.

It certainly supported the idea of parents teaching there children not to take things up on the street, and that guy was really trash that should not simply lie around. People could get dirty by getting in contact with it. She was honestly a bit glad, albeit nothing like an emotion reflecting in her features. Only a calm nod was meant to respond to the other boy's words of gratitude. Celes was not sure about further proceedings, nor could she call herself lucky enough to understand the people in this classroom. All were certainly unique in their own way, and that was probably a bit scary......

They were getting closer to her image of a living horror, a room filled with hands, trying to grab her and pulling her down into madness. Another reason to sit close to the door or window. Either exit seemed appropriate when haste was due. The window was definitely more dangerous, but also the faster route. The school building was full with classrooms and quite honestly.. why should the other rooms happen to be any different from this?

The dark haired female in her teens did not hesitate any longer and took a seat at a nearby window, while finishing her scan of the surroundings and finally, as a student was supposed to be, began to put her attention to proper use, the lesson at hand. She had seen people entering the classroom in a hurry without a care in the world, and others who had an inflated ego that made them fat and sluggish. How else could Tomokazu not have felt the presence of the running anti personal projectile in human form? He was not important enough to remember for long, but it was a student's duty to know at least the names of your classmates, or not?

Rather unimpressed about the obvious amusement from fellow students, the classroom fell silent, at least in comparison to the strong noise from the most recent ruckus. It might have been loud enough to shake up some people from the neighbor class, but nobody ever came to check. Maybe it was as important to them as being on time for the students of this classroom. Just another addition came in shortly before the little accident. .....unfortunately it felt inappropriate to comment on this loud, when she had to call herself to the group of tardy people.

The embarrassment would cling to her for the rest of her life... and she was not willing to just shove it under a carpet. The only method for this would be to eliminate all witnesses, a rather crude but efficient idea and after a small overview it seemed that the class was at least meager on masters. Yet, it was too soon to let the guard down, and this in multiple ways.

If one would assume that the chaotic day would settle down and people could expect a normal school day as stated in a curriculum, they would have their hopes betrayed. For the first time, she really felt forced against a wall and her heart skipped a beat, when this big something entered the classroom. A member of the Ursidae, but it was impossible to tell more. It was a really shabby, unrealistic copy of one. Whoever had chosen this as a cosplay outfit should return it.

Celes' head filled with that thought, but more important was to understand the reason for this .... appearance. She had worried about cosplay nuts in this classroom, and it came bad in the beginning, but at least not a single one showed up in one of those crazy outfit... until now. The last wall of hope had fallen, smashed in by a crazy looking bear with a sledgehammer, called insanity.

"Why...", she proclaimed quietly, feeling helpless and forsaken. The worst of her fears had appeared, and would soon begin to corrupt the rest of the classroom with its sickening smell. Yes, that guy smelled. It was not exactly the best day to run around in a weird costume. Celes instinctly wished for the teacher to kick the bear out of the window and proceed with the lesson, hoping to be able to forget. Forgetting it.. YES! That was a great idea!

[Wander Mcallister]

"Mr Mcallister, yes? I'd like to have a word with you."

The curt and barely controlled tone brought wander from his reverie faster than cold water would brink a drunkard to his long overdue hangover. Like an attack dog barely restrained by a worn leash nearing it's golden retirement the oppressive feeling sunk into wander's bones screaming at him to run.

To avoid this deadly catastrophe before him and escape to a happy unknown field he could explore. Rather to say, that would be the case had wander even the slightest attention span and common sense combo a vast deal of the world enjoys.

Instead our dear English teacher must suffer the stings and tears of Cupid's arrows as he noticed fully the beauty of the one before him oer the looming danger. Like a vision of the gods given form through some master sculptor's hands she was. Her vision ever the likeness of Aphrodite descended before him. The voice that spoke to him was an icy wind that traveled down his spine and heart. Bringing with it a cool yet sensuous electric shock that simultaneously drove thought from his mind and passion to his life pump.

It was at this moment that Wander would fall for the new transfer teacher, this mysterious sempai with an allure of danger about her. He would not realize at this moment what this feeling was, but for now he knew one thing for certain.

He would raise up cities for her and bring down nations. Travel the width and breadth of the world just for another moment in her presence. Wander would even snap back to reality in one world shattering moment as he came to terms with two apocalyptic revelations that left him upon the bring of collapse.

He was an English teacher in a bear suit, and he had been standing still for five minutes. What the hell was wrong with him he could be off seeing the city right now. Time for a change of scenery.

"Of course Miss Farron, I would be delighted to converse with you over lunch later today. However I must apologise and decline at the present for we both have a class to teach and quite unlike my regular habits fate has deemed me to be late of this fateful morning. Now I must make haste and attend to my no doubt worried students."

His mind was already gone as his brain automatically rattled off the response. Wandering in some unknown location with Genessa at his side. Faithfully or not, such a thing is not up to us to decide, Wander's body set itself upon a course for his own classroom. Without wasting a single moment or movement, he vanished from the classroom of Miss Claire Farron and arrived upon his own class. Reaching idly for his chalk, Wander thought of love and what it truly was as he chalked up a slight introduction to what would be a puzzled and rather disturbed class of high schoolers.

[Ilaria Manlius]

Yes! This plan was so going to be great! She is so going down! Closely examining her paper, the diagram appeared complex, but actually… no it was pretty complex, and probably involved many leaps of logics… including teleportation and a sudden heat wave. As well as a flying car…

Sigh… guess I got a little carried away there… But if all that did happen, it would totally be the best plan!

Now was the debate to crumple it up or store it, and after heavy deliberation, she decided to crumple it and toss it in the wastebasket after this horrible math-based abomination of a class was over. With that she looked up at Ms. Farron… and she wasn’t teaching she was talking… or just finishing.

As her eyes swept over to who she was talking to…

…

…

It was a bear!

Instantly she leapt up, almost turning over her desk, and with a shriek hurled her notebook at the departing bear with all the talent she could muster from any sport that was even remotely relevant to hurling a book with paper.

And it totally scared the bear off! He was gone, and not eating anyone in the class. “Hah… hah…” she panted and slumped over her desk.

What was a bear even doing in the school anyways? And why had Ms. Farron been talking to it? And most importantly why wasn’t anyone congratulating her? She had just totally saved them all and stuff…

Huh… it was pretty silent still. It felt like everyone in the class was staring at her. Staring hard. Was she an idol now?

“It was no-“

Wait… she remembered an old guy’s creepy voice. Coming from the bear. Bears didn’t speak with creepy voices, and ask teachers to lunch. The bear asked Ms. Farron to lunch? Maybe it was just a horrible pun…

Nope. It was someone and she had hurled a notebook at them. Why had he ev- no that wasn’t the point.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I am so, so sorry!” Everyone was staring at her, slumped over a desk like this. I am such an idiot! Twice! Twice in one day! Stupid, stupid Ilaria!
It was probably because she was still so on edge about meeting a mafia boss, but that’s not really something she could say in class… that was like something for the principal or something. Or her parents… if they were ever around. Maybe the police? Mayor? Something?

Guess I better stop debating reasons and suck it up and grab that notebook I threw.

Sheepishly she got up to go fetch her notebook, harbouring some solemn hope that everyone would forget the events of the day forever and never talk to her about them. Knowing her track record though, no knowing her friend’s track record, and the fact that Lia was in this class she would never live it down. Someone had probably taken photos for the yearbook and everything.

Maybe… just maybe I’ll have a tiny bit of luck. Please?

[Ilario Manlius]

Ilario loosed a small groan as the redhead meandered around his area, slowly but surely making his way towards his seat. Of all the... He stopped the pity party halfway through the thought, and settled for willing the person away from his own position. Psychically, that was. He read, on Cracked, about experiments conducted by some scientists about how, if you thought something hard enough, everyone else would think it too. The power of suggestion and all that.

Left. Left. Left... Right...

Red stopped uncertainly, looking around, seeking out seats. Maybe, just maybe, he'd go to Lucy... It was working!

...For a glorious five seconds before Red decided to flit into the seat behind Ilario's own.

"Mrgh." Ilario sighed. He restrained a yawn as he leaned forward again. For some reason, he was already sleepy. He probably should have honored and respected the value of a good night's sleep.

Then a bear walked into the room. A comically cartoonish bear, for that matter. The sight was odd enough to briefly snap Ilario out of his stupor, long enough for him to snicker quietly and prod Ilaria in an attempt to turn her attention to the newcomer, but to no avail. Sister was busy working on... well, something. Ilario couldn't quite catch it, but it didn't seem safe...

Man-in-a-bear-costume spoke with mysterious-transfer-teacher briefly, the words quiet and hushed. They could have been discussing wars with aliens and ghosts for all Ilario cared. He was too busy amusing himself over the thought of a man in a bear costume, before he mentally dopeslapped himself. He had to take a picture of this. A video, even!

A hand shot into his bag, digging around for his cellphone. Meanwhile, the conversation dragged on... and then he found it! He brought it back up, hitting the 'record' button, soon enough to catch him leaving.

And soon enough to record the shriek, and the flying notebook uselessly smacking against the spot that the bear had vacated mere seconds earlier. Ilario spun on the spot, startled, hand following his path, inadvertently recording the frightened and panting student.

...Whoops. Ilario hastily shut the phone and slipped it back into the bag, but not before Ilaria's stammered declaration of apology. As she sheepishly retrieved her notebook, Ilario's eyes blankly followed her, even as he could only summarize the day with only two words:

Strange day.

[Emilia Conti]

This new teacher knows a lot about physics, it seems like her secret identity at night demands her to know more physics. So it can range from a technician that fixes thing to a mad scientist. Of course, knowing the mysterious, beautiful female teacher type, the latter one is more likely. Lia starts to absent-mindedly listening towards the teacher’s lecture, or at least looks absent-minded on the surface. Considering she’s recording Miss Farron’s teaching perfectly in her notebook, she’s at least listening to some of them, though how she did that is anyone’s guess considering her eyes are still wandering and circling the classroom.

She was excited for a second when the classroom’s door was opened. Her mind wandered again about the possibilities the split second before the mystery culprit was revealed. Is it a mid boss, here to sabotage the peaceful everyday life of the students here? Or is it an announcement of an alien attack, requiring that this school reverts to its original purpose as a training base to repel it and its students are secretly trained as the last hope of planet Earth? Her mind began racing faster as soon as the door’s opened fully. Is it the former? Is it the latter? Or is it…

Mr. Wander on a bear costume, figures.

Lia’s expectations quickly plummet back to earth while the other students stared dumbfounded at the newfound…bear costume at the front of the class. Even the unflappable Miss Farron was caught staring at the new challenger visitor for a moment, before mouthing a sentence demanding to know who was it under the costume. Everyone was confused…well, almost everyone. Lia meanwhile, just kept feeling dejected on her seat, slumping around with her head level with the desk. Despite the original murmur, the situation keeps going with the same pace as the usual day in the school, which irritates Lia to no end.

At least that’s until the girl sitting beside her got up with a shriek. Ilaria was always the type to get jumpy, though Lia can’t understand why the need for such an agitation towards Mr. Wander? Did he drop her grade on the last English test? Or did she find him talking with Miss Farron abhorrent? Or perhaps jealousy? Lia’s head perked up from its hiding place behind the wall of flesh that is the student in front of her and watches the unfolding incident with newfound interest.

She watches as the flying book of doom missed badly because the target’s absence and landed harmlessly on the class’ floor where Mr. Bear-Wander was standing. The atmosphere of the class is that of a bomb that has been armed, but a brave bomb CIA specialist played by Kiefer Sutherland has disarmed it at the nick of time. The urge for the classroom to erupt in laughter is palpable, but Miss Farron remained cool in front, watching students around, almost daring the first student that explodes in laughter. Lia in her part, resigned to watch her friend picking her notebook from the floor and goes back to her seat in an attempt to minimize the embarrassment. Oblivious, Lia asks the obviously red girl as soon as she got back down.

“So, why did you throw the book to Mr. Wander?”

[Ryukishi Tomokazu]

"I'll be back in a few moments. Try to behave yourself." that's what his new teacher said when she out of the classroom with that Pedobear guy in the bear costume.

........... Shit happens.

The Pedobear the guy in the bear costume came to his classroom. Now, some girl nearly threw a book at that guy. That was amusing.

"Seriously, that's just some guy in a costume." Tomokazu, still not in a good mood, remarked. "You didn't really expect a real bear would come in or talk, Sheesh." he scoffs as he turns away from her, ignoring her and the others. Though he wished a real bear would come in and mauled the assholes here. Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen.

Few seconds later, he got bored. Now that his Sensei is out for awhile, he decided to doodle rather than sit here and do nothing. So, he pulled out a paper and pencil, and starts doodling.

Today, he decided to doodle his pet Shiba Inu puppy, Hayashi, with big puppy eyes with a word balloon: ARF!.

Cute little fella he is.

...Yeah, Tomokazu the Jerkass "Delinquent" owns a Cute Puppy.

So Sue me... he thought as he continues to doodle.

This pup is a man's best friend. Well, Tomokazu has other best friend back in America, Vince and Madison, and his roommates.

Man, he wish Lunch will start already. He wanna hang out with his roommates. He want his Bento now. It sure is gonna be long hour.

So, he continues to doodle.