"WHAAAAAAZUP!"
The door creaked open, followed by an eccentric greeting by the great Lord Death. While the greeting was unorthodox for the principal and key figure for DWMA and New Death City respectively, it did well to quell the flames that a certain hot-headed student had done well to fan. His presence alone was enough to kindle complete silence instead. Lord Death waiting a few modest moments before moving aside and allowing the students through the doorway.
Embellished with red velvet, the Death Room has definitely taken a more modern twist, taking inspiration from standard CEO offices. Even with the dark colors, and dimly lit candles, the room assumes a more gothic and eerie liberty despite the pressure from his every-shifting inner circle to get with the times. Crimson carpeting and closed drapes, shelves with trinkets, trophies and stylistic alcoholic glass bottles, all leading to a desk more akin to a large brick, aged decorated wood with a large stack of papers resting on top. Behind the office chair that is neatly pushed into the desk is a large mirror, almost like an erratic slideshow, but showing different scenes every few seconds. The Old Death room, a few missing posters, the top 10 ranked pairs and other images which have most likely originated from an image search.
"Thanks for coming everyone! I hope all of you have finished your reports." His words were as upbeat and sanguine as ever, though the air was uncharacteristically dense, so heavy that you could cut through it with a blunt knife. He went to his desk to sit down, gesturing to black couches that formed a stiff U shape with their positioning. "I know it's a short notice..but..some pressing matters have come up." His voice seemed to ebb from spirited to mellow before the students could even get comfortable in their seats. "All of you are aware that, times have become rough on the establishment. I'm referring to the recent terrorist threats." He was silent, allowing head nods and murmurs of agreement.
"To ensure the safety of all the students at the DWMA..I've decided to form teams out of the E.A.T class, starting with you 6." His voice was clear, despite his goofy tone and attire. He had thought about this for days on end. To protect his students, he needs to send them closer to the fight. It's mad, isn't it?
Allowing for the words to settle in, he got up and tapped onto the large mirror. Revealing a stylised world map as the country of England seemed to glow with a bright blue. "I'm sending you all on a scouting mission to test the waters. There has been a report of ominous fog that has shrouded the area around Amesbury, Stonehenge. Missing person reports including a 2-star weapon from our own DWMA have crowded the news."
The mirror shut off, like a blown-out candle. "If there is danger, do not engage. You will report to me immediately and will be flown back so we can discuss further." His voice was stern in this aspect, shedding all of his bubbly tones that he previously exhibited. After clearing his throat, coughing into his over-sized fist. His mood reverted to normal. "So, I will give you all a few days to pack and prepare, have fun, see the sights, don't kill each other. That will be all!
With that, the doors opened, allowing anyone who had a pressing appointment or just wanted to leave a way to exit. Lord Death remained seated in his chair, available for questioning or complaints.