In the LockerRoom before Initiation

Shem walks into the empty locker room, with Gleipnir strapped to his back and holding a piece of paper. "A-16" he mumbled to himself the locker number assigned to him. "Glad I beat the rush." He goes to his locker, opens it up and takes off his trenchcoat and his sword and places them neatly in the locker. He closes the locker and sits on the bench in front of the lockers, enjoying the silence. "as long as I dont lose control, everything will be fine." He stares at Gleipnir intently as he begins to recall the last time he berserked and used Huginn and Muninn and almost killed an innocent family. "I WONT lose control next time".

Jet stands in a far corner, repeatedly shifting Paladon off his arm and into its two forms, practicing non stop to get the movement down even better than he has it. He checks to make sure he has all the dust he needs in his pouches and practices swapping canisters of dust in his weapon.

Shem, startled for not seeing Jet in the corner, "H-how long were you standing there?!"

"About 10 minutes. Saw you walk in." He continues his pattern, forming and deforming his weapon over and over again, light reflecting off the pale blue metal.

Issac kicks open the door carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder and a piece of paper in his other hand. "no, no, no, no, here it is." He opens a locker and starts sorting his clothes and stuff.

"Did...you hear me talk to myself?" he asks Jet, and then turns around and waves at Issac.

Jet looks over at Isaac as he kicks in the door. "Well then... And I didn't hear what you said, but I heard you." He sets Paladin into its axe form and starts practicing with it. "Gotta stay calm... Keep a clear head... Don't get cocky..."

Zack jumps through the door, reinvigorated after a series of boring classes. He grins widely and yells out to Jet, "JET, FIGHT ME! You know it in theory, but now it's time to show you the real power of my Volc-Cannus!"

Issac throws his clothes into the locker, closes it, and straps a bag to his leg. "Salutations, my fellow students! Those are some impressive looking weapons."

Shem leans in and grabs the Muninn half his sword, turns it into the gattling gun form to check the barrels and ammo.

Yin walked in quietly and looked around the room, ignoring the commotion that was already going on. He found his locker. "A-30?" He thought to himself. "Ahh, here it is." He mumbled to himself as he found the locker assigned to him.

Jet smiles at Zack and stops spinning his axe. "Name a place, Zack." He twisted the handle of Paladin and the blue metal crawled back up his arm.

BOOM! A loud bang sounded inthe locker room as Shem accidentally fired a single shot from the gattling gun. Eyes wide and a shocked face "oops... note to self, fix that"

Yin jumped at the sudden noise. "Jeez! At least give us a warning before you start shooting holes in the ceiling!" He exclaimed. He grabbed his blades from the locker and sheathed them at their proper spots on his hips.

Zack hunches over. He stands there, hands swinging freely at his sides. His head drops as he stands perfectly still. Zack's green aura begins to manifest, flowing calmly around him and growing larger with each passing moment. In one swift move, he leaps forward, drawing Volc-Cannus from his back and striking vertically towards the ground where Jet is standing. "RIGHT HERE!" Zack screams.

Walter walked right in after Shem fired his gun. "E-verybodyyyy alright?" he asked. He walked inside, looking for his locker.

"Yeah, we're fine, just a little technical difficulty but seriously Zack? In the locker room?!" Shem grabs his wrench from his belt and began working on Muninn and its misfiring problem.

Jolts back, away from Zack as he suddenly attacked with his hammer. "Hwoah!! Not here, I don't wanna burn the place down!"

Yin sighed heavily, "You guys know that we are going to have to fight during initiation, right? There's no point in wasting your energy here, it will only make you less likely to make it." He said to the fighting students.

Issac sits down cross-legged and lays Midnight across his lap. "My, my. Let's see how these people work."

Walter walked over right next to Issac. "Mhm.... yess, let's watch".

Zack calms down, staring blankly at each person in the room. "Oh... yeah, I guess this is a bad place. We could go to the arena, I guess." Zack ponders for a few moments before dashing straight out of the room. "Yeah, let's go to the arena! Get a move on, Jet!"

Aoife opens the doors, one hand on the pummel of White Dragon and other holding a scrunched up paper, muttering, "A-13"

Why do I even bother trying? Yin thought. He sighed again as he checked the sharpness of his blades. Perfect. Just as he kept them.

He looked over to see a few guys sitting on a bench, presumably watching the spectacle unfolding in the locker room. "I hope at least you guys are going to take this seriously." He said to them as he shut his locker.

He shrugs and starts heading out if the locker room. "Sure, meet you there." He says with a smile.