Syringa, Michigan

Achillea laughed and hugged Ro back. "Yeah, yeah. I missed you too," she said smiling broadly. Achillea had been training all summer, so she didn't really have time to hang out with anyone over the summer, so it really had been a long time. She was glad to be back to school and have the opportunity to spend time with her friends, even if most of it was spent planning ways to effectively beat up gangs.

"Where... is everyone?" asked Cori from her corner. Her voice was little more than a whisper, but it was loud enough to be heard by Ro and Achillea. "They're all late, as usual."

Kira smiles at the girls and the looks at the hoodie man. "Hi R-Ro..." the shy girl spoke. Zabel just sat in the chair and makes the hoodie lower where you couldn't even his mouth with the lip piercing. Kira wonders how the boy sees. Zabel got up and sat down in a chair where no one was where he can't be bothered, he sighed and looked at his sister 'how long can I keep the fact that I'm stalking her a secret.' He thought and looks through his hoodie and sighed loudly.

Kira looks at the guy named Gin and bowed, "H-Hello I'm Kira Hall." She said without stuttering mostly because she had only contact with a boy her whole life.
Kyle let's out a mean low growl at Gin but it was soft. 'Don't touch my sister I will kill you if you do.' He thought in his head.
Kira heard the soft growl and shrugged it off, "hey does any wonder what Zabel looks like or how he sees?" She announced and Kyle walked out not expecting how Kira asked that. "I will be back." He announced and slams the door and buys a mask that only covered his eyes and he took out his ear ring and took out his lip pricing and walked back in after a hour.
"Not taking anything else off hopefully everyone will trust me even though my eyes are covered if not to bad." He announced and sat in a sit away from everyone yet again.

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Tokiji opened the door to the room and let it fall shut behind him, tossing his bag carelessly into the corner of the room before glancing at the tables to give a nod of greeting, almost smiling as he caught sight of the nervous-looking freshman. He knew that by next year, they wouldn't be quite so keen to show up on time. "Yo. I'm Tokiji, Recon and Assassination." He stated simply, then glanced at Achillea, he tipped his head to the side to request a rundown on what would be happening for his sister this year, as her spy duties kept her from joining the council. Meanwhile he sat down and opened his notebook, sketching ninjutsu runes as he waited for the rest to arrive.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, Duncan closed his eyes and counted down from ten to quench the annoyance and frustration screaming in the back of his head before he spoke.

"Okay Ms. Roberts... what the hell?"

He had known exactly what was wrong the instant he stepped into the autoshop, woken up and called to school by a panicked phonecall from his Science teacher before the sun even had the audacity to come over the horizon and found her nearly in tears standing next to a little Volkswagen that had no business reeking of gasoline.

"I... I..."

"Put gas in a diesel engine?"

"My boyfriend, actually-"

"You mean that grown-ass man with nail-polish, mascara and a technicolour mop on his head?"

"So he doesn't know much about cars-!"

"Oh?" Duncan snapped right back at her before she could finish, holding up the gascap where the words 'DIESEL ONLY' were written in bold, yellow letters. "Well, does he know fucking English?"

The small, mousey woman, having already been on the verge of crying earlier, visibly recoiled at his tone as tears began forming in her eyes. Seeing this, Duncan took another deep breath, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose to both reign his temper back in and nurse the headache he could already feel coming on.

"Alright, alright, I'll fix it..." He spoke, much softer this time "Just... for God's sake, don't cry."

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When he began, it had been a good two hours before school actually started. Now, after draining the tank, removing the engine, turning it over manually, scrubbing the ever-loving shit out of the fuel-lines and everything else the gas could've touched and then putting everything back together, classes were in full swing. Now sitting in the seperate classroom section overlooking the shop, sipping on a mug of coffee with grease-covered hands and listening to Queen playing over the shop stereo, Duncan leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk.

The boy's idle mind left to wander, Duncan found himself again pondering the odd turn his life had taken- From a soldier in an ancient, secretive order of Knights, fighting in wars and keeping the peace while completely unknown to the world at large to just... being some highschool kid in Michigan, where his greatest challenge was remembering random bullshit for tests and dealing with a bunch of crazy, hormonal people his own age who would have you think they knew everything but lacked the experience to see their own bullshit half the time.

To be frank, he wasn't entirely sure he was quite right for this kind of life; the fact that he'd nearly reduced a grown woman to tears a few hours ago kinda stood as evidence to that.

'Probably gonna have to buy her lunch or something.' The young man thought, reminded of his timid Science teacher on her first real gig out of college as he looked down on her car from the class window 'She didn't need me barking at her like that.'

Reclined, relaxed and enjoying his coffee, it occured to him that he could probably make it to his next class if he washed up real quick and full-on bolted down the hall... buuuut...

"Eh, fuck it. I've earned a break."