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Grant Booker
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 01:50 AM
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Everything he owned, he carried in a box in his arms.

It struck him as odd that it was all he had to call his own. Certainly the students were gifted some degree of freedom out in the world when on break, but he wasn't the sort of person that collected things. Instead his only possessions were some clothes, a pillow, a blanket, trinkets from here or there, and a watch he could only assume belonged to his family at some point or another. Having been handpicked by the academy at such a young age, he had few memories of them.

Perhaps that was oddest about the entire thing. Booker had never felt at home anywhere, even if the Academy was nearly all he'd ever known. Entering this room felt just as foreign as his dorm did, if not more-- the large room rested at the top of a tower, a loft of sorts with large four-poster beds resting next to each window. Peering out gave him a wonderful view of the courtyard and campus below, but gave him vertigo; he was sleeping up much higher than he'd ever done before.

He set his box upon the bed, eyes wide as he took in the stone walls and floor of the place, imagining just how cold this place could be at night. This was his home for a year, his place of comfort, his respite from hours of difficult Elite challenges. Already he was terrified of what this year would bring him. What sort of baggage he'd bring back to this place, deliberating before sleep, keeping himself awake by worrying the slightest bit too much.

It was only then that he noticed another student in the room, his eyes finally coming to rest on a guy folded on his bed, one eyebrow raised as he looked over at him. Booker recognized him as Scott, having been in a few of the same close-range combat classes over the years. What was even the appropriate thing to say? Booker found odd words tumbling out.

"Congrats on making it."

Scott snorted and shook his head, turning his nose back to his book. "Congrats yourself. Let's hope we don't get ourselves killed, more like. What an honor, being selected for such an elite class of human sacrifices. Front lines before we've even graduated. Oh, goodie."
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Noah Maddison
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 11:39 AM
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It wasn't unusual for him to have to room with someone, no, but what was different this time was that he genuinely had no idea who it was he would be rooming with. For the past few years it had been the same person, one other rogue. The kid was quiet and out of the way with a knack for a crossbow, which sounded like a nice trade off at the beginning but ended up being extremely boring. Then again, they did at least get along. Noah was never necessarily worried about what people thought about him, having a hefty dosage of falsified confidence to fall back on, but he did know that sharing a room with someone he didn't see eye to eye with could be a pain.

And now that worry, something he hadn't had to deal with since his first year at the academy, was back and it was even worse than before. This time there were two people sharing a room alongside him and he genuinely had no idea what to expect. It didn't help that he knew intimately the types of people that actively tried for elite spots. They could be uptight and rigid, or aggressive and kind of shady, and he wasn't sure how much he could deal with either.

None of those worries really seemed to fall away as he stepped inside, either, a big box on his hip as he pushed open the door just in time to catch the last bit of a conversation. The two people inside were familiar but only in a distant sort of way; they were combat students, but they were of a different division, both frontline heavy weapon fighters. He had heard in passing that the elite class this year was huge, but he was starting to wonder if it was all combat students. That was all he had met thus far anyway.

"He's not wrong." That had been one of his primary worries, actually. The knowledge that they were now so essential to some grand scheme bundled a ball of anxiety in his chest so big that he almost couldn't breathe at times. And he was never one to keep his complaints to himself. "You're both combat students, too. Is that all that got picked this year?"

Something about that made him nervous. There was always at least one student from the healing class, right? How would they manage without one? Just the idea of going into a battle with nothing but fighters made him feel a little sick.

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Scott Emerson
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 02:46 PM
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Fucking christ. Of course he'd gotten picked for this bullshit Elite class. While Scott could indeed be lazy, it wasn't in his nature to downplay his talent when he was challenged. For this reason he excelled in his classes, having always been the sort of person that was better when he didn't expend a lot of effort into practicing or worrying about technique. Certainly his swordfighting style was unconventional, given that he used both his sword and his free fist to incapacitate and surprise an enemy, but he supposed that would disqualify him from the Elite class entirely. Technique was valued over his strange mix of swordfighting and messy barfighting. Yet here he was, laid up on one of these extravagant and overly comfy beds, his mind a blur of irritation and confusion.

His first roommate surprised him. Not that he thought lesser of Booker's talent, he just didn't see him in the Elite class was all. Typically everyone picked for that was all technique and skill, yet here was another unconventional student. And as the door opened to reveal the third roommate, he had to fully admit his surprise. A laugh escaped his throat before he realized it, his arms curling behind his head as he adjusted to observe them both.

"Maybe? You met any other combat students?"

"Met a rogue in the Arena earlier. Min. She's the one with the--"

"With the bombs and shit, yeah." Scott blinked a couple of times, processing that, before looking over to Noah. "And you? You seem like you've met some other combat students. Must be an extra unconventional class. They must be desperate for some unique talent in the military."

As if he'd join that bullshit. He had the freedom of choice, didn't he? He was starting to think he didn't.
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Noah Maddison
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 04:41 PM
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They seemed a little mismatched already. Scott seemed cynical and kind of unmotivated if his comments earlier were any indication, and while he had no idea about Booker, he imagined he was a lot different, too. Add into that Melanie wit her serious, studious nature, and Min, a ridiculous troublemaker, and already he was wondering just how this was going to work. He could see now that he shared a trait with two of them, at least: they all weren't a fan of authority, and they all didn't seem to be a fan of the entire idea altogether. Then again, that was a guess on Min's part. She could have loved the idea of being an Elite.

Him and Scott, though? No, they were definitely in agreement about this being some kind of fancy-wrapped bullshit.

"Min made it?"

Of course Min made it. He wasn't even sure why he had to ask that question. He'd been in classes with her the entire time he'd been at the academy. What she lacked in foresight and thinking shit through, she well made up for in being different. Again there was that theme, he realized. Different. Melanie was different, Min was different. And again he couldn't help but wonder why him.

"Uh, yeah. A girl from my classes named Melanie. Bow and arrow rogue."

He blinked for a second, wondering again if this was all that they'd picked. The best of the best fighters, archers and assassins and swordsman. No mages, no scholars, no healers. Would they do that? Would they think things through so poorly? He wasn't even that good at battle shit and even he knew they wouldn't last five seconds in a war without magic. Not when the other side used it freely.

"You really don't think they'd just leave out the magic classes, do you? That kinda makes us sound like... I don't know, man, like dead men walkin'."

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Grant Booker
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 08:23 PM
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Thus far that much sounded true-- their class was unconventional, both in size and skillset. Surely there had to be at least some magic-users among them, however; they'd need a healer and someone who could cast powerful spells on any creatures that weren't susceptible to physical damage, or else they'd be screwed. "Must be a huge class," Booker said absently at that thought, staring out of the window for a moment or two. "I can't imagine they'd be dumb enough to only recruit combat types. There are so many other skills..."

Yet thus far it sounded like the whole fucking school made it into the elite class. Five combat types thus far, and who knew what else? Maybe they were a class of mere six or seven, combat-focused yet with someone to round them out. But who? He didn't know any scholars or mages; he could only assume they were paired with some powerful students.

"Yeah, Min's here." Booker confirmed, not surprised in the least by that turn of events. Anyone in general combat classes could see that Min was one of the first choices, given how proficient of a thinker she was on her feet. Her combat style was incredibly unique, too.

Scott shook his head as he laughed at Noah's comment. "They've got some magic users, I'm sure. I'm guessing this class is just ridiculously fucking huge for no reason at all." Unless there was a reason. Scott exchanged a look with both Booker and Noah, letting that be unsaid but worth noting nonetheless. Part of him was terribly worried about what this whole thing meant. "First class is in a few hours, so we'll find out sooner rather than later I guess."

He stretched out across his bed, folding his arms behind him. "Scott, by the way."

"I'm Booker," the other said, even if he knew introductions were pointless. If he wasn't mistaken, the other's name was Noah.
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Noah Maddison
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 09:34 PM
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A huge class... He'd heard that before, actually, but it was a little hard to picture for some reason. There had never been a really big class before, had there? They usually topped out at five or six for some reason. Were there just that many candidates this year? Or was there something else? All of the hush-hush secretive bullshit was getting to him a little, he had to admit. He didn't really enjoy the idea that this was all some big thing either. He knew what he was getting into when he accepted the invitation (though did he really have a choice), but he hadn't really allowed the what-ifs to set in until now.

And now he couldn't escape it. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I did hear that it was bigger than usual. I guess that makes sense..." Still, five combat classes? That seemed excessive. Was this year just that much more dangerous? Did they need new recruits for the war that desperately? Or was there something bigger in store for them? He caught the glance that Scott gave the two of them, committed it to memory to dread over later. If he hadn't been freaked out before, he definitely was now.

"Guess there's no point worryin' about it until we have to." And he was right. The first class was soon and he was sure they'd have some sort of introduction there. Then again, they hadn't yet, and he assumed prior they would have. Why wouldn't they? They were supposed to be a team more than any other class. Didn't they need to know each other and know how they would work together more than anyone else?

Surely, eventually, they had to have some sort of getting to know each other bullshit exercise. Surely.

"Uh, Noah. Sorry. I'm still a little confused about all this shit, I guess." He looked between Scott and Booker again, feeling finally like this was at least one good thing that could come from this. The two of them seemed pretty chill, and already they were landslides better than his last roommate.

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