Serios: I can't believe I'm here. I've already had space training! I was a Commander for pete's sake! *Sigh*

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Name: Kiochi
Age: 11
Gender: female
Skills: Fighting, persuasion
Type: Flight
Powers: Acid necklace
Personality: goofy, sometimes serious,
Race: British/German
Species: Wolf
Altire (clothing): Maroon shorts, purplish top, short green boots
Fur/hair color: [hair]blonde [fur] black
Eye color: brown
Height: 4,6
Weight: 87
Bio: .......haven't thought of one yet
Other info: loves lollipops and oranges, hates papaya
Picture:(Optional) none

name: blade
age: ummmmmm......i'll go with 14
gender: male
skills: hand to hand combat
type: power
powers: his claws grow in size (eff yeah!)
personality: serious, easily angered, protective of his friends
race: ummmmmmm.....i dunno.......
species: wolf
atire: just look at the pic
fur: pic
eyes: if ya can't tell, there yellow.
height and weight: ummmm....i dunno
bio: a mercenary who hates his job. the bloodshed, and violence saddens him.

blade: well.........this is gonna be boring........... (i forgot to mention that he is useually negitive XD)

(Alright)
Serios: -3- I guess I'll be here anyway, since I'm forced to...

Name: Foyt Nomenei
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Skills: The ability to debate himself
Type: Element- Wind; Arm- Weather/Pressure
Powers: Controling pressure zones
Personality: Depending on the day.
Race: Nimean
Species: Nimean/Human
Attire (clothing): Red tee-shirt with a blue thunderbolt down the front, and ripped jeans
Fur/hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Bio: TL;DW
Other info: Slightly bipolar. Enjoys science, but doesn't like things that don't involve cosmology or meteorology.

Serios: time for the first training program..

Foyt: I have the incredible and intense desire to go to SPAAAAAAAAACEEE.

Serios: That's why your here, right?

blade: *covers ears* i HATE it when people do a space core impression!

Serios: Excuse me?

(SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!)

Foyt: An' I hate it when people are such downers.

(Trololo.)

blade: *flips him off* thats who i am. deal with it.

Serios: .3. let's just go.*Runs outside*

blade: *follows*

Serios: Where's the teacher?
????:What are you talking about?
Serios: AGH! *Turns around*
Principal: Your supposed to be the teacher!
Serios: I WHAT?!

Foyt: *elaborately rigs an R/C helicopter to stalk Blade as he hides in the meteorology room*

Principal: I sent you a letter telling I needed a teacher here, didn't you get it?
Serios: No-(Flashback)
Mugen: SERI! YOU GOT A LETTER!
Serios: Who from?
Mugen: Some principal at a space academy!
Serios: Whats it say?
Mugen: he wants you to be a student!
Serios: But I-
Mugen: BE TEH STUDENT!
Serios: But-
Mugen: Oh look, a uniform! PUT IT ON AND GO!
Serios: I'm not pu-
Mugen:*Pushes out door* BAI BAI!
Serios: HEY!
(Door is locked)
Serios: ;3; fine..guess I'll just go, since I have nothing better to do..
(End of flashback)
Serios: That little...

blade: mugen again, right?

blade: mugen again, right?

Serios: You know her?
(Did they meet somewhere?)

Foyt's R/C: *bumps into Blade on accident*

Serios: What's that? *Points at R/C*

Foyt's R/C: *buzz*

Serios: *Grabs it*
Principal: Will you be the teacher?
Serios: I suppose..I was very good at getting people to follow my orders back on the JetShooter....
Principal: Good! Come over here *Pulls Serios to field*
Serios: *Puts R/C in pocket*

R/C: *does a small splodey in her pocket, but only charring it a bit*

Serios: What is this thing?*Looks at R/C*

(i forgot where, but i remember them meeting before)

blade: *shocked* WTH just happened?!!!!!???!?????

Foyt: *panics, hiding in the storage room of the meteorology class*

blade: wait.... my wolf instincts tell me that IT WAS FOYT!!!!!! *stomps around, looking for foyt*

Serios: C;mon, Blade! Time for training!

Foyt: *building a small defense robot, snickering* 'Wolf instincts'. They don't know the R/C's still just a little bit active.

Serios:What's up with this thing? I have no need for it...so, MUGEN MOMENT! *Crushes the R/C*

Foyt: Larke-smockit! *makes even more defense robots, destroying expensive equipment and placing even more locks and barriers on the door*

(Fyot, whats wrong with you? XD)
Serios: what do I do?
Principal: Just tell them about this*Gives paper*
Serios: Alright

blade: meh....i guess i'll just let 'im hide out and miss all hiss lessons and GET EXPELLED! *talking loud, trying to get foyt to hear it*

(Bipolarity. =D)

Foyt: *siphons energy from the academy as he tries to power a supercomputer to control the robots, and could care less if he was expelled- he's the cheif meteorologist to a King*

Serios: Get your butt over here -3-

blade: i'm comin'! i'm comin'! yeesh!

Foyt: *sends a tiny spherical spy unit to keep tabs on Blade*

blade: *unaware of the bot* so are ya ready to read that thing?

Foyt: *listening as he programs the computer* Hmn... reading...

Serios: I believe so.*Draws in breath*

Foyt: *sends it on autopilot as he --accidentally-- cuts the entire academy's power to charge the big power cells*

(They're outside)
Serios: *Reads over* what in the?....

(Larke-smockit!)

blade: yeah, what happened in there? *dashes in*

Foyt: *captures the astrology room and fortifies it*

( Looks like fuuunn~
May I join? :3 )