Akashic Arcana CHAPTER I - Genesis || The Entrance Exam - ARCHIVED

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A young woman sits alone next to the window, the blinder was down so she couldn't see the ocean or the awe-inspiring School. Making her booth stood out among the rest, while the rest were open and let the light shine through, her booth was covered in a darkness that almost seemed to envelop her making her look almost, ethereal, mysterious, and exotic. She was Ruby, it was more of a nickname due to the color of her hair and the nature of her magic, returning to her second year of Arcadia another year of improving, another year for her to shine above the rest!

Most of the first year males and some of the females, seemed to be almost in awe of her. Down to the strange otherworldly aura she seemed to have around her, the fact that second years and even some of the third year students seemed to be scared of her often giving her nervous glances or anxious glares, but mostly it seemed because of her strange choice in clothing. It would best be described as a goths dream come true, her dress was almost completely pure black, though some of the colors seemed to be of darker reds that bled into the tips of the long skirt empathizing her hourglass figure, the chest was held together by several corsets yet it did little to hide her ample chest or porcelain-like skin, and if you manage to tear your eyes from her chest you will see that she wears a choker with a rose stitched in front, her facial features were on par with some models. While other were either gawking at her or purposely avoiding her, Ruby just sat there her needles out stitching together a black and purple bear with an eye patch and scar on the left side of its face.

Sitting alone like she always did, look as if nothing in the world interested her. Though, appearances can be deceiving. In fact, Ruby was keeping tabs on everyone in the room especially on that group of first years students, after 'The queen' got done blabbing, those rejects started talking and managed to get her undivided attention. Especially that mohawk idiot. 'Passion?' 'Youth?' 'Friendship?' She felt like she had to use all of her will-power to not jab her needles into her ears, he didn't know what the hell he was talking about and the fact he gave away his powers in front of everyone in what could best be described by her to be an Olympic display of mental illness. Though it did make her chuckle seeing him embarrass himself and that child... "Ah. Perfect." It would seem lost in thought she had just finished sewing the bear, no loose strings, no fluff trying to escape his little body, everything was symmetrical in just the right way. Just perfect. "Alright," She placed the finished bear next to several more of her work. "Onto the next." She picked the string color, got the skin, and several beads and was ready for her next creation... About the only thing that keeps her sane on these trips.
 
"Well, maybe he could and maybe he couldn't. I'm quite sure he won't, however." Andrew said and laughed at the question about him attending the school. "Ade, i believe that'll be a story for another day. I am quite sure that we are almost at the Arcadia Academy Central Station; which means i should get back to my duties." He slowly stood up, grabbed the plate and chuckled; "I do, however; hope to speak to you again, sometime soon." He then bowed his head and smiled as he left the coupé, leaving Ade behind; alone.
 
Ade's face visibly fell as Andrew left, but nodded before the man could entirely disappear. "Thank you, I hope to meet soon as well." He leaned back in his seat and looked out the window. They were almost there. He could feel his heart racing, as he regrettably thought. "I didn't make it back to the others. I should try and find them sometimes." He closed his eyes, enjoying the last seconds of the quietness. He could hear the students getting louder from outside, more and more exciting, but he could hear the fear and anxiousness too. Well, who was he to judge? He breathed in deeply as he searched for his great-grandfather's dogtag under his shirt and squeezed it.
 
As the Monorail speeded past one of the Academy's barriers, the pling that - was almost always - followed by a announcement, could be heard;

"Goodmorning, Arcadia Academy students! We will be arriving at Arcadia Academy Central Station at this very moment. Please remain seated and wait for the Monorail to be at a complete stop before standing up or moving your luggage. We would like to thank you for choosing us as your means of transport. Monorail, built for your pleasure, your leisure and your convenience."

The pling was heard again, before the Monorail suddenly began to break. If the students were to look out of the windows, they would see that they had entered a huge, arched structure made of perfectly cut white stones that were carefully layered on top of one another. As the Monorail stopped and braked; little gates at the side of the rail on which the Monorail was fitted were revealed. When the Monorail stood still, having fully braked, it became visible that said gates were perfectly aligned with the Monorail's doors. A small tunnel-like structure extruded from said gates for five meters, after which one could see men and women wearing perfectly white uniforms with the Academy's symbol on its left arm. Golden signs of rank were adorning their shoulders, and these specific people were mere troopers, which was proven by the upward triangle that was their sign of rank. Their attire was lightly armored; strong padding protecting their knees, chest, stomach area, back and elbows. The protective padding was dyed in a different shade of white; a darker one, which showed the contrast between cloth and armor perfectly. They all stood there; greeting the new- and returning students with genuine excitement and happiness as they stepped through the small tunnels and walked towards the terminal's exit.

Several other troopers, wearing white caps on their heads - a clear indication of a higher rank - were standing at the closed exit doors that lead towards the Academy's ground, which were connected to the main lobby and its huge, two-layered theater. They sporadically told the students to, once the doors opened, go to the main lobby where they would be given new directions. The troopers with the white caps were harsher and less friendly then the normal troopers, their emblem being a double upward triangle.

Meanwhile, soft music was being played in the terminal; meant to sooth the soul and take away some of the stress the students must have since they were in such a large terminal with such a enormous amount of people. The lighting was very bright; but angled in such a way it would bother no-one. Above the exit, one could see the Academy's logo and name, indicating you were indeed at Arcadia Academy. Several groups of students could be seen taking pictures of the logo; both for keepsakes and prove that they actually made it. Proof, not just to others; but also to themselves.

Once the four, big glass doors opened, the endless wave of students poured out of the terminal; yelling and cheering as they stepped on the Academy's grounds for the first time. All of the yelling and cheering caused a cacophony of voices to echo through the terminal, leaving those left behind with the voices of those who had already gone through the doors ringing in their ears. It was only momentarily, for they would get used to the sound sooner rather then later.
 
Ade waited till most of the students have left the train before he finally stepped off as well. He wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't want to get squished, but when he looked around, he couldn't believe his eyes. Even the station was magnificent and bright, so luxurious, he felt the need the harshly close and open his eyes, in case he was dreaming. How could a place like this be a realit- He was forced to get out of his head as student after student started to bump into him, although it didn't seem like anyone else noticed these small "traffic" accidents besides him. Everyone was running towards the school grounds, and he had to be honest, if he didn't feel like he was going to double over at any second from all the wonder that was around him, he might have done the same.
He started following the masses, all the while looking from trooper to trooper. Some of them looked happy, some of them looked rather annoyed at getting thrown around by newcomers, and some smiled so widely, Ade had concerns their faces would rip. Ade was also sure, he was going to have some nightmares, but he still felt at ease, the atmosphere drunkening him with excitement and anticipation. He knew he had to go towards the main hall, where they would get welcomed, and then shown around. Maybe something else too. He started to wonder when the combat exam was going to take place, when he saw a familiar African boy with a mohawk. He started jogging towards him as much as he could, hoping that maybe the man would notice him. "Masego! Hey!" He couldn't help to search for Artoria in the meantime, but through the crowd, he was glad he could keep track of the mohawk.
 
Just as Hanzo started to mingle with the group the announcement came on letting everyone know that they had arrived. Damnit, he thought to himself, now I'll have to wait till after we get off to talk to them. He was disappointed with himself.

"Hey, I'll see y'all around. I'm gonna go ahead and get off," he said with a wide grin on his face. He turned away and walked off the monorail. As he stepped out into the Academy grounds a feeling of awe washed over him. The place looked grand. After a few minutes, that felt like a lifetime, passed he refocused on getting to the meeting point. He picked up the pace as he headed towards the main lobby. Hopes of being accepted in after the exam heavy on his mind.
 
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"You certainly know how to make an entrance, Christian," Viktoriya remarked from behind the ranks of the many Disciplinary Committee members. The Student Council President appeared down the path of where all the students were gathering from exiting the train. The Russian Princess that gained quite a reputation for being a Student Council President and winning the elections back when she was just a 2nd-year student. Now she stood ready to welcome both new and old students of Arcadia.

For those at the front who could see her, they can clearly see the aristocratic features and the manner she dressed. She had sharp keen silvery eyes, angular and defined a facial structure, which was within all proportions of the perfect human body. Her beauty and appearance were perfect to a fault, after all, she is a homunculus, created by men who strive for the perfect human being. However, a smaller detail that was barely noticeable made her seem less of a perfect painting. Her dark raven hair seemed damp, if not slightly wet by the inner-roots. Did she just shower and run it over the dryer as much as she could?

Viktoriya smiled warmly, if not radiantly as she welcomed the students by crossing her right arm over her heart, and offered a gracious bow towards the gathered students. "We, the Student Council and the Disciplinary Committee, welcome you all to Arcadia Academy." Her voice was omnipotent, no matter how far or close the students were, they could hear her voice on the same pitch. The soothing sound of a mythical siren that lulled their attention and spoke to their hearts. Most people wouldn't realize it, but Viktoriya was using a mass-hypnosis spell to be able to speak to all the students in order to avoid confusion or hysteria, in case anyone would miss anything she said.

Even the first-years who had been trash-talking the Student Council President earlier on the train couldn't find it in their hearts to oppose her. As they were taken by unawareness of this simple control spell. "W-Wow... she is so pretty..." One of the boys said out loud for himself.

Viktoriya smiled deviously for a moment before she suddenly clapped her hands together. The sound of her hands created a shockwave as she released a small amount of resonating mana into the air. The sound woke the students who had become enthralled by her spell. Whatever sway she had over them were all gone.

"The Entrance Examination started the moment you stepped out from this train. Those who did not notice they were under influence of this simple trick, will have points subtracted from their test results."

Vikki looked towards Christian. "Christian, send 70 % of those who failed to notice my spell, home on the train. Arcadia is a not a place for those who cannot protect themselves."

She trusted Christian with matters like these, his eyes and spirit ability could detect every single student who was under the effect of the hypnosis.


OOC INFO:
The Mass Hypnosis Spell is a subtle common magic ability used to influence several minds atonce in a given area. The effects that Viktoriya used was to lull the people within her sphere of influence into a sense of safety and comfort. They also found her WAY more attractive than they should and couldn't wait to listen to her words. A common trick to test students, as it is easy to defend against, but only if you let your guards down.

Even if your character was found out to be under influence, do not, worry, you won't be kicked out! But consider yourself warned that the examination has already begun!
 
Xena:

Coming up right behind the student council president was the Secretary, Xena Saihara. Those who witnessed her would be greeted by a scowl and piercing ice blue eyes. It was clear that the woman didn't want to be there at this moment, wearing a button up shirt that had the top 3 buttons undone to show of more of her body, which most would admit seemed to be carved out of marble. Her platinum blonde hair seemed to be even more soggy than the president's, as if she just tied her hair back as soon as she got out of the shower, letting the air dry it.

Though once the hypnosis spell washed over the freshmen, Xena couldn't help but smile in amusement. "Poor fools, half of them don't even know what hit them." She chuckled, her arms crossed in front of her. She looked to Christian with a nod, respecting his inherent abilities, but making no further movement directed at him.

Masego:

As soon as the announcement played, Mago clapped his hand together, rubbing them in excitement. "Alright! It's time!" He was one of the first students to come running out of the monorail, his fiery passion propelling him forward, eager to see the entirety of the grounds as quickly as possible. He was at the front of the pack when the Student Council appeared. Hearing the call of Ade behind him, Mago waved him over. "Looks like we're already getting started." He mentioned.

Mago could feel a growing attraction for Viktoriya as she spoke, but felt a mental smack to his brain and shook off the mind control. You fool. You shouldn't allow yourself to be fooled by such an obvious trick. The exam has begun Mago, be on your guard. Shaka had been on guard, something Mago made note of as he shook off the headache that came from the slap to his consciousness. Shaka could be annoying sometimes, but he was always handy when it came to protecting Mago from his overly trusting nature.
 
There were a lot of things that happened on Viola's monorail trip to the academy that she found to be worth her time: She met some nice people, drank some nice tea and she was able to answer some lighter questions for her own thoughts, none of which were important and all of it had been overshadowed when Mago literally grew wings out of his body and hovered in the air.

The revelation that he could fly came so far out of left field that she had nearly choked on her wonderful tea and ended up having some of it splash onto her face.

He can fly. He WAS flying.

Viola didn't often get fixated on something, but when she did... it stayed in her mind like a poison, eating away at her concentration. And so it was, when the monorail pull into its stop and everyone began moving towards the academy, she was pulled along with the flow of the ground. Drops of milk tea dripping off her cheeks, eyes downcast, looking deep in thought.

Flying. HE HAD WINGS. Why don't I have wings? She thought about ways she could incorporate wings into her designs. Maybe make them out of feathers? No, that would involve too much drag, I'd lose speed and the wings would probably break.

Viola sighed. Ugh, I'm so jealous.

Just then, something loud... like a clap? And a strange pulse traveled around her, as if energy had been dispelled. She glanced up, focusing on the pretty lady in front of them.

Huh? She thought. A test? How long as she been thinking about those wings for? What had she missed? Viola did her best to look like she'd been paying attention all along and totally understood what had just happened.
 
"Certainly, Viktoriya." Christian said whilst continuing to smile. He then looked around whilst chanting; 'Quod spiritus mali, decerpendo incipere'. He kept chanting this; his voice changing from clear and pleasant to harsh and oppressive; ever gaining intensity. He was calling forth evil spirits.

Slowly but surely, glowing green mists appeared above the heads of several students. At first, it was just one or two students at once. Some of the students tried to walk away, only to have the little mists follow them. Other slashed at them; only to have them descend around their heads; dazing them. Then it fastened; the speed with which they increased in numbers was double, and doubled again, again, again, again, and again until the whole plaza was filled with failed students who had glowing green mists hovering above their heads. Christian's chanting intensified more; causing it to be heard all over the plaza then it happened; the glowing green mists changed into the grinning, screaming and crying faces of the evil spirits they were and descended onto their 'victims' their heads. The students that passed, those who were standing around those who failed, could hear soft whispering coming from the evil spirits. They wouldn't be affected by it, however, it could scare them.

Christian looked at his work and stopped smiling. He gathered a steady amount of mana and said; "Valeo!". Whilst he just said it, to those influenced by the glowing green mists it was as if he yelled it directly into their minds. As if this wasn't enough, he added; "Indignus!" And then all of the students who were being terrorized by the evil spirits began to scream in despair; some crying of fear, others yelling and swearing. But all felt the overpowering despair and terror that was being put right into their minds. They all began hurrying towards the terminal's doors; which were being held open by the grumpy looking troopers.

"Is that what you had in mind, Viktoriya?" Christian asked as he folded his arms behind his back; taking the stature of a monarch.

All of the terrorized ex-students were being herded into the Monorail; scaring the majority of the staff still inside. As soon as they were all in, the Monorail's doors closed and the attending troopers closed the arches of the station.
 
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Hanzo was near the front when Viktoriya appeared. Something didn't seem normal about her but he couldn't put a finger on what. Soon he started to feel like someone was messing with his head. The old man (the lietenant) that taught him had done something similar to this when he trained Hanzo how to use magic and defend against it. This is nothing compared to what he did that time. Hanzo lifted his hand to his mouth and bit the spot between his thumb and index finger. Ah that feels better, he thought as he lowered his hand completely unaffected by the pain.

"The Entrance Examination started the moment you stepped out from this train. Those who did not notice they were under influence of this simple trick, will have points subtracted from their test results."

I was correct to do that, he thought to himself as he looked at his hand. He had full confidence that he had passed this part of the exam. A question stayed in his head, what is the next part going to be?

Right after he finished that thought he heard screaming and turned to look at the source of the commotion. What he saw was students running back towards the monorail being chased by evil spirits. Huh, that is the next part of the exam. Not anything worse than living on the streets. Spirits only have as much power over you as you let them. The last part was from a lesson the lietenant had given him before he actually started training Hanzo. He had never thought that such a lesson would be so useful. He looked Christian in the eye and smiled at him. " That's a good one. You gotta show me how you do that sometime," he shouted at the man making sure he was heard above the noise.
 
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Artoria: Weaving through the large crowd of students was easy enough for the Princess, due to her smaller size in comparison to the rest. What wasn't easy was being able to see beyond the tangle of people much taller and older than her. She pressed her way through, muttering "Excuse me, pardon me" as she went along. She halted when she heard a familiar voice sounding out in clear audio. Vikki! Artoria felt a strange sensation in her mind, but swatted it away with her intense desire to see her big sis again. Her efforts to get to the front were doubled, and once she was free, and in clear view on Viktoriya, Artoria felt her eyes well up with tears of joy. She sprinted forward straight at Vikki with her arms wide open. "Big sis!"

The Princess practically dove into the Council President's arms, wrapping her in a tight hug. She nuzzled her face against her big sis' abdomen, not caring what anyone else had to say or think about her actions. Also completely oblivious to whatever else was going on.

Amatsu: Shrouded in the shadows upon a balcony overlooking the entrance platform, the Student Council's Vice President leered down at the gathered students. Akishino Amatsu, the sole child of the PACT's First Family, and often a tormentor of the Academy's student body. His expression was filled with arrogance and disdain, furthered when he saw just how many students were affected by the President's elementary trick. He let out a small chuckle "Already so many mongrels being sorted out. Not enough, I say."

His attention was drawn to the President herself, particularly the small girl wrapped around her waist. "Oh? How interesting.." His smug grin widened even further, thinking of the implications and possibilities that could arise from this. Even still, he stayed where he was, high above the rabble and out of their sight.
 
Viktoriya was pleased to see all the failed students run back into the train terror. The Disciplinary Committee guards did a stellar job in containing the situation, which could have been way more chaotic. It was a brutal, yet, efficient way to avoid complaints from those who had failed. Almost immediately after all the failed subjects were inside the train, the gates closed and the monorail was about to exit the Academy grounds. The students who had just exited the train had felt just for the briefest of moments an emotion of success, and confidence. In just a short speech, it was all stripped from them, and now they had to face their families as failures and attend second-rate Academies.

"Now, let us continue-..." Viktoriya couldn't even finish her sentence until she was 'attacked' by a student who was much shorter than herself. It didn't take much to overpower the student council president as she stumbled back with the petite girl in her arms. "Who-... Ahren?" This touch was so familiar, the warmth she radiated and the overall softness along with her mellow voice. "My little sestra! Why didn't you tell me you were going to come to Arcadia of all places?!" She was overjoyed for a moment and even pulled her little sister closer to a loving embrace, she even went as far as swinging her joyously once before setting the girl down on her feet.

As she finally snapped out of her daze of being reunited with her little sister, she could almost feel all the confused look towards her from both the Council and the students who couldn't decide whether to hate her or not. Gently, Viktoriya leaned closer to ruffle Artoria's hair, before she moved two fingers to poke Artoria right into her forehead in a gentle motion. "You have to go back to the others now Ahren, we'll talk if you pass the next tests. Don't worry, I have faith in you." She winked slightly but spoke in a tone that it was only the two of them and Xena who could hear them.

"Now, run along!" She grinned at Artoria before giving her a helpful push back towards the group of students. Viktoriya stood up once again, she looked towards Christian, nodding at him that she was ready to move the rest of the students to the rest of the examinations.

Glossary:
- Ahren is a Russian nickname given to girls, it means Angel
 
Xena

At first she found Christian's little stunt with demons to be a bit overkill, but looking at Vikki's mischievous smile, she figured it was all a part of the fun. She didn't remember the hazing of freshmen being quite so brutal in her first year, but there was a bit of dark comedy to be derived from the student's terrified faces. Looking back at the remaining students, she felt a pulse of excitement, these lot looked like they could fight, and Xena was itching to test her skills against them.

Then one of the students, an incredibly young blond girl jumped into Viktoriya's arms. The look of shock and offense that Xena had on her face, it looked as though someone had killed her favorite dog right before her eyes. You could almost feel the electricity surging from her eyes when Viktoriya reciprocated the affection. Once the girl was sent back to her classmates, Xena stepped in a little closer and whispered in Vikki's ear. "So... when were you planning on telling me about that?!"

Masego

The shrieks from the terrified students running for their lives from the demons was drowned out by the howling laughter of Shaka, who seemed to be enjoying their suffering almost as much as the student council. See how they run, Little Mago?! Such termites have no place among us gods! Mago whispered to the voice, telling it to shut up in his native tongue, Afrikaans, before turning back to the student council.

The combat trials were next, Mago cracked his knuckles, trying to forget the horrible act of he'd just witnessed. He couldn't let his morals get in the way right now, he'd pass the exam then voice his objections.
 
Viola couldn't be anymore glad that she was such an air-head at times. Watching those green ghosts chase the other students back into their monorail was absolutely terrifying. Even without them coming directly at her, she almost wanted to go running with them. Running a screaming.

But, she needed to get into this school. Needed to learn and become better at magic, better at flying. She had goals and her reasons to be there. Her heart pounding, she tried to ignore the fear that had nestled in there and focus on a more heart warming scene: The embrace between Artoria and Viktoriya.

Aw. That's so cute. Viola was already smiling again, watching the two... sisters? Yes. That was a very sisterly hug. In the back of her mind, she wanted to run up to the two and join in on their hugs. The more the merrier, right? But no. It was better with just the two of them.

Once she'd gotten over her fear, she let herself focus on the next challenge. She wouldn't just sneak by this one through luck.
 
Viktoriya's shocked reaction was almost too much for Artoria. She hugged even harder, happy that she had in fact been able to surprise her big sis. She giggled as she was swung around like a small child. Once satisfied, she released Vikki and smiled at her. "When you told me about the Academy, I got real excited, and wanted to attend as well. And I wanted to make it a surpris- ah!" She felt familiar poke at her forehead, a playful motion that Vikki often did. She nods "Alright, but there's no if. I'm going to pass, and get into the Academy." With a final push, the Princess muttered to Vikki "Alright, alright, I'm going," and walked back to the rest of the students. Many of them were eyeing her in a strange manner. Shrinking down, Artoria scanned around for someone that looked friendly, spotting Viola and going to stand next to her.

On her way back, Artoria noticed that a large number of the crowd was gone, with spirits floating around the area. One of them hovered near her, and she couldn't help but prod at it with a finger, highly curious of the strange little ghost-like creature.
 
Christian heard the shouting from one of the students; resulting in a raised brow and a concentrated pout as he tried to determine where it was coming from. His smile glared up as he realized it came from one of the male students; a absurdly dark tint of red hear and a androgynous facial structure. Telling himself to remember this student after hearing how he bluntly told Christian to teach him some day, he bowed his head in acknowledgement.

He was surprised, to say the least when one of the students broke through and rudely hugged Viktoriya. Realizing Viktoriya knew the girl personally, he simply stood next to her; allowing the girl to be so close to the President. He followed her with his eyes as she moved back into the mass of students after having let go of Viktoriya, and his eyes widened as he realized she got rather close to one of the Evil Spirits that lingered about. Deciding he'd wait to see what the young student would do, he remained quiet.

The Evil Spirit reacted as the student's finger went right through it; it turned around, twisting itself into a rotting and dead version of her father; flesh hanging of his bones and broken. It moved towards her with high speed, untill Christian spoke;

'Derelinquas nos simul!' His voice sounded like a thunder strike; echoing over the student-filled plaza. The words of power pulled the spirit towards him and away from the student; ripping apart its terrorizing disguise until nothing but its glowing green mist was left. He then spoke; 'Morior...', his voice sounding dark and pressurized with hate. The Evil Spirit whined a deafening howl, before it tore itself apart and disappeared into nothing.

Christian turned to look at Viktoriya and nodded; a indication of him handling the situation. He focused at the remaining spirits and chanted; 'Derelinquas nos in pace aliosque, spiritus malignos' and whilst his words of power still lingered over the plaza; the remaining Evil Spirits slowly began to fade away; leaving behind nothing that could remember the students of them ever having been there.

Christian sighed; then forcing himself to smile again. Yeah, he wondered what the students thought now. He also wondered how the girl would handle such a situation.

"I'm going to have to talk to her..." He whispered; a slight blush dominating his defined cheeks....
 
Viktoriya's cheeks became slightly red at the closeness and intense whisper of Xena. Yet, it quickly changed into a leering gaze as she looked right into the blonde's eyes. "She is my little sister, what of it Saihara?" She called Xena by her surname, meaning she was obviously not too fond of people showing hostility towards her sestra.

A look of concern made Viktoriya look past Xena as she saw the illusion of a disfigured and dying King Amhar, due to Christian's spell and Artoria getting too close. Before she could act, it seems like the Disciplinary Captain handled the situation before her. Viktoriya merely nodded thankfully before looking towards the rest of the group.

"We'll move on to the next stage, brace yourselves future students of Arcadia!" She called out with a booming voice, a certain harshness in her tone as well before she turned her heels to walk out of the station. One by one, a few students stumbled forwards and follows Viktoriya.

**Written Exam**
The Following Test was simply Written Exams. Each student was divided into groups as they had to sit through several tests about common and advanced knowledge of magic. There were questions with in-depth questions in regards to every inherited magic form of all the Eight Empires. Then they had to explain the very foundation of magic. The science behind it and how humans could tap into the Source of all Magic to perform reality bending feats. Then there were history tests and knowledge of all notable historic figures throughout history when it came to magic.

INSTRUCTIONS
For the written exam, you can score a maximum of 100 points. The minimum requirement for a "pass" is 55 points. You have to determine how "smart" your character is when it comes to academics. Someone who spent half his life training in the arts of war wouldn't necessary has all the advanced academic knowledge. In any case, when it is your turn to post. Reply to your character's feelings during the 3-hour long exam, and how they feel about it finally being over.

You will also write down how many points out of 100 they scored. If you fail, at least you can redeem yourself for the combat exam, which weight more than the written exam. Though if you performed badly on the written exam and combat exam, you may not be able to enter the Elite classroom.

The Combat Exam will take place in a different roleplay thread in which you will reply to, after replying here with your test results. Your name will be highlighted.
 
The written exams. Viola's worst nightmare. Some might say the experience would live in infamy for the rest of her natural life and into her afterlife as well.

3 hours. 3 long hours of questions, scribbling words on a piece of paper about magics and theories that weren't about flying. That weren't about anything particularly interesting at all. Yet, they had been things that she needed to learn in order to become a better mage and in order to live up to the promises that she'd given to her father.

Viola struggled with each question, working it through in her head and forcing herself to drag every once of knowledge from her brain as possible. Sure, some of the questions may have been outlined by small doodles of her flying. But, she answered them all the same.

And when those three hours of hell had been over, Viola only had one thing to say. "Ughhhhh. My Brain hurts."

Final score: 67. Hallelujah
 
Hanzo looked through the questions on the exam. These are actually challenging, he thought to himself as he read all the questions first. He then went back and answered all of the questions he knew the answers off the top of his head. He was glad that he didn't sleep during his lessons with the lietenant. As he neared the end he came across a question that had him stuck for a while. After much thought he finally came up with an answer he was satisfied with.

Finished he waited for the rest of the time to go by. When he got his score back he was really happy with it. He got a 97 on the exam. He let out a loud woop.
 
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