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Ellis sat at a table in the teacher's lounge. Two rather sizable stacks of folders lay in front of her, one her left were files she had to to review, the right hand pile had already been sorted through. A cup of coffee that had long since been forgotten was held in a metallic hand that seemed to emerge from some of her hair. While a bit tedious, she had every intention of going over all the files before her: new students, older students and even experienced veterans. Her intention was to track growth of the elder students, design a curriculum for the new ones and attempt to find a 'worthy' wielder amongst the veterans. Experience dictated that first hand experience of the individuals in question would be the best measuring stick, but a bit of early research never hurt.