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Mitsukai was on her way to the library when the sirens went off, nearly making her jump out of her skin. What the fuck.... That could not be good. Was there fire going on or something? Whatever the emergency was it had to be a big one. This was 259 after all, bad shit happened here all the time it was a normal occurrence. But for there to actually be an alarm sounding off.....then it had to be something big, very big.

"This is Taylor Adam, the Student Dean of Public High School #259.""I apologize for the interruption, but I require the presence of "strong" students and faculty of Public High School #259 in my office."

Yeah its something big. she thought to herself, but what was it?

"There has been an experiment sighting. I repeat, there has been hostile experiments from the former Correctional Facility that have been sighted around Long Beach. I am looking for enlistees after school."

A what?

Mitsukai had never been around when this Correctional Facility had been up and running. She had no clue that it even existed. Really what the fuck is going on here? There was only one option....she had to find out.

Turning around she would make her way over to the Dean's office. If they needed help then she was more then willing to offer it. She wasn't one of the strongest students in the school but she was by no means weak. It was her duty as a pillar to protect the students to the best of her abilities anyway, she had to go and get to the bottom of this regardless. It was about time she tried to make up for some of the harm that her split persona had caused during her 'absence' anyway. It was now or never.

This was something agreed on. Spike had been through probably the worst couple of months of his life. Forced to train under conditions where he was sure he should of died by now. Yet he was kept going by that one desire, that one drive. The only one worth mentioning. It was a lust, a need, something that would defy death, a corruption that sunk deep within his being. This thing has and always will have a name. A word that attracts more attention than any other, a word that spreads like wild fire.

"Power."

Spike said as he looked tot he loud speaker in the hall way. Spike would take off to get to his locker, skidding to a stop in front of it he would begin spinning the dial quickly. Opening the locker he would pull out his equipment. First his chest plate, slipping it on over his head, he would tighten the straps. Reaching his right arm into his locker he would slip it into the guantlet. The red shine of the armor, such a ruby red it could be mistaken for jewelry if it wherent for the dents and burn marks. Pulling the arm from the locker Spike would turn it over so his left hand could tighten those straps, and adjust the way it sat on his arm. Reaching back in he would pull out a small red pole no longer than 2 feet. Putting that through his back belt loops on his pants he would reach in for the final piece. A Bokken handle that seemed to hold strange properties. Putting that in his pocket he would take off running for the main building now. Heading for the office. But by the time he got there two males had gotten there, and a female he knew.

Well not personally, but he had an interesting few moments of combat with her. He had been... Changed though, all but for that first glance he wouldnt even look at her again unless absolutely nessicary. In fact the only one that drew his attention besides the dean was the man with the mask. The description matched so perfectly. And if it wherent for his promise to help the dean Spike would of attacked by now. He was The Vanguard of the Sudeki after all. Katashi must fall.

"The Correctional Facility? Again?"

"Man, that place's all screwed up. Remember that incident a year or so back? Dude, I was there; that place is so fucked up."

"You were an experiment?"

"Fuck no. I was one of 'em who tried to get the fuckers out."

"... You two boys better be careful with what you're saying. You're forgetting something."

"What?"

"Em."

"Right... she was one of them, wasn't she?"

As studious a student as Emily was, she was busy actually tending to an exam when the announcement came up. Of course, despite the teacher's snide remarks about the students being too weak to actually go out there as per the Dean's request Emily's attention would no longer be focused on her exam. Her ears fell onto the whispers of her name and of the events that rose a year ago. Yes, that time that made her snow-blonde and changed her life considerably.

She eventually made her classmates quiet by unconsciously breaking her pencil after gripping it too hard. Looking at the piece of wood, Emily would twitch as memories flooded her mind about that place. It wasn't a very pleasant place to be.

"May I be excused?"

"No, your exam is of utmost prio--"

"Thanks." She said without letting the teacher finish, walking out of class after placing her almost-done exam onto the teacher's desk. That was going to cost her, but it was too late to back out now. Emily marched all the way from the biology classrooms towards her locker, pulling out all her gear and donning them just before she turned towards the direction of the Dean's office. She had a smile on her face, almost similar to the one that Layla Clavering had. An emotionless smile that was basically neither fake or real. It was just...

...Empty.

Emily would pull herself into the room, looking around for familiar faces amongst those whom had already answered Mr. Adam's call. There was Mitsukai, two boys she didn't really know, Matrim Gallagher and (to Emily's surprise,) Katsuri.

Honestly, Emily just wanted to stay in the background today. After all, the Correctional Facility pulled more strings on the girl. Then Matrim had to open his big fat mouth, making Emily slightly cringe with disgust. Did he mean that as sarcasm or in the case of an eagerness to fight? Either way, Emily was not pleased.

"Hope you're all just as excited as I am..." He said. Heh, quite pathetic how a School Captain, who was supposed to uphold peace within the school be so excited about the mention of the possibility of a violent outcome.

"Excited to see my experiment brethren? Not exactly sure I should be happy about that." She said stoically, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.

Kazuya's eyes would lift up to the speaker mounted high above his head, as the sirens blared through the hallway he was standing in. He was currently standing at his locker, as the Student Dean began to speak, completely cutting off the siren, which was a good thing, seeing as it left a ringing sound in Kazuya's ears. Kazuya patiently listened to the announcement, once it was over, he knew what he had to do. Pulling out his blade that he had stowed inside from his locker, he strapped the blade at the left side of his waist, before slamming his locker door shut and swiftly made his way to the Student Dean's office. The Correctional Facility. Those three words echoed in his mind over and over again. He had never been to that place, and God have mercy if he was ever sent to that hellhole, but that place had been where Emily was held and tortured against her will.

Reaching the Dean's office, he quietly slipped in, closing the door behind him, as he took a quick glance at who was in the room, as he nearly did a double-take. Katsuri was here. The giant who had forfeited against Kazuya in the tournament long ago. He gave Mitsukai a nod of acknowledgment, Matrim... He didn't even know Matrim anymore, but then again, he never knew Matrim period. He gave Sara a curt nod, before taking a spot beside Emily, his face devoid of any emotion. It's not that he wasn't happy to see Emily, it's just that... the situation wasn't exactly anything to be happy about. Folding his arms across his chest, Kazuya kept to himself, this was going to be one hell of a day.

Just before lunch, of course things tended to get out of hand around that time. Quite peculiar in that sense of things perhaps it was the fact that students where starving and angsty due to their lack of food entering their stomach? Maybe something just a happenstance that occurred like some natural event the explosion of some geyser or something of that nature. Regardless it was life and Gabriel saw no intention to panic over the ordeal even as Mr. Adam came on over the speakers.

Funny this sounded awful familiar to him to an extent. Much like the Correctional Facility when Asiv had called them all to come fight against the enforcers once before and rescue their friends. But again to what cost? Where had it lead them but to flee schools and fight again against enemies who abused the system to gain power and control. A mock snarl emitted from his breath as he continued at a slow pace to the office deciding not to enter for his own sake rather take up residence outside the door offering to open it for those he could acting low key and not wanting to be gung-ho and blatently running downhill like flowering blossoms.

He'd sit there patiently awaiting the call of what he expected to be something of course abnormal by all means.

"Destroyed... heh. I am.. guessing this turned out.. to be a bad thing?" Said with another harsh cough and his body shifting so that he could move and lean back against the frame of the door now that whom seemed to be showing up had all shown up. He used the door frame to hold himself up of course, more so to the point that his body was still tired, as it had not been that long since he had been free'd.. although in the end it was for his own damn good it did not make the ordeal any better. Then he was mistaken.. several more entries piled in no sooner then the Dean had finished his speech and well, it sort of got a brow raise from him but his curiosity had been piqued given the conversation going on between them.

Still. He could not help but look around the room once more, over each one of the people present in turn, mostly because he had been acquainted with them in some way or another throughout his stay here in this place. The only one in the room actually he was not aware of was the dean himself and his companions.. oh, and one other, although, it did not seem to bother him as much as it did not knowing exactly who this dean was.. maybe it was that he had not been around when Katsuri was?.. or maybe the big ape was just that oblivious. Hey. Weirder things had happened before.

As he went on though.. he sort of just mentally blinked and kept blinking the whole time. Ranked missions? E through S.. smelled like a certain type of manga. The type he liked, but it still got him there confused for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders and went with it. K Sera Sera and all that after all.