NOVPUBBuzzz, CRACK CRACK, Tap tap, BANG
Walking into the lab where his first class as a sophomore was to be held, a chorus of crafting sounds assaulted Aoni's ears. After all, this was supposed to be the Broad Spectrum Crafters class. However, what he wasn't expecting was that the moment he stepped into the large room, all motion would suddenly stop, and all eyes would be on him.
"Well, what do we have here?" A short woman who Aoni instantly pegged as a creepy little witch said while waddling her way in his direction.
"Hm hmmm, are you here to deliver something?"
"uh…no…ma'am? I'm a transfer student…"
"HAH," flashing forward, the stout woman appeared before Aoni, launched into the air, and delivered a devastating chop atop his head, dropping him to the ground with a splitting headache.
"Transfer student, my left foot, you must be an assassin comin for my goods!" The wicked woman claimed while landing on the ground as if weightless and swiftly kicking Aoni across the room with little to no effort at all.
'What the FUCK! IS HER SHOE WEIGHTED WITH LEAD!' Aoni cried while shaking his head to clear the cobwebs and ignoring the ringing in his ears.
"Oh…great, Professor Harris is at it again," a young man nearby whispered while quickly getting back to work on his project.
| Host, this woman is at the peak of Grade-Six, it is advised you play dead and wait for her to calm down |
'Easier said than done,' rolling to the side and narrowly avoiding a table which had been thrown at him, Aoni glared at his Attribute notice before setting his sights on the four-foot-tall woman.
Hooked nose, filled with strange bumps, and build like a brick shit house, everything about this lady screamed Witchy Dwarf, yet Aoni knew on Terra there were no such thing as other races. Meaning she was truly a disgusting looking bitch from hell.
"Ohh hoho hooo you dodged that, good good, HAVE AT YOU!"
FWOOSH X5
"FUCK!" dropping to his belly, Aoni narrowly avoided a wave of projectiles that manifested out of nowhere and was about to counter attack with some Ice Swords, only to realize, unlike on Genovia, he couldn't draw in enough Energia to manifest even a single one.
"Damn it, I SWEAR I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!"
BOOM
"ACKKK!" He cried while taking a solid kick to the chest that flung him across to the opposite side of the room.
Meanwhile, the other students spared a split second to watch him fly before going about their work, almost as if this were a regular, everyday occurrence.
"Tisk tisk, what a terrible assassin," Professor Harris chimed while appearing beside Aoni and lifting him by the back of the neck like a kitten.
"That'll be enough, Melinda. Student Thurston is truly a transfer; he passed all six of his CLEP tests, along with the practicals, and has been promoted to Sophomore status." Entering the doorway, a familiar woman said calmly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"Ohhhh? Really now, wait a second, how do I know you're the real Maevis and not some imposter?" the creepy witch asked while forgetting Aoni was in her grasp and slinging him around like a ragdoll.
"Sigh,"
SNAP
As if knowing that talking things out was impossible with this little gremlin, Maevis snapped her fingers and magically summoned Aoni to her side, where he collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet.
"Hey! Gimmie back, my Student. It's my job to tortu…COUGH, teach 'em. Don't you come in here and take my things?"
'Crazy bitch, CRAZY BITCH!' Aoni screamed mentally as he struggled to his feet and wiped the blood off his lips.
He'd never been hit so hard in his life, and he was already conducting an internal check to total the damage.
"Listen here, Melinda. We can fight if you want, but of the 287 times we've faced each other, you have never once even landed a single hit on me. Now…this here is Student Aoni Thurston, and although he's a bit special in the crafting department, he's not only a hard worker but also a good student, so I can't have you going and breaking him on the first day."
'Fuck, don't go blabbing my secrets to this witch…' Aoni thought as sweat trickled down his back upon finding he had several fractured bones.
"Special, you say? Ho hum, all my students are special, so what's this little guy's quirky talent?" The witch asked while bouncing toward her desk and climbing atop it.
'No-no no…' Aoni cried while praying Maevis wouldn't say what she was about to.
"Hmmm, Grade-3 upon taking his initial Examinations, an Attribute that allows him to create branded items so long as they are crafted from resources he has personally gathered, Grade-5 potential, and physical stats that are above average—it's all in his file, which I sent to you last night."
"OHHHH It's himmm, well why didn't you say so, hmmm, he should be quite entertaining, Commere kiddo lemmie give you a good look over."
"Meep…"
"Did that guy just meep…" A girl with pigtails asked while looking at Aoni as if he were an adorable abandoned puppy.
"I think so…Kaylie, you shouldn't interact with people like that…" A girl with blue hair said in response to her friend's observation.
"Ppfft, he meeped, haha, " a young man said while bumping shoulders with the Student beside him.
"Bro, why are you acting like you didn't make a weird noise the first time Professor Harris inspected you?" the bumped guy responded before smacking his friend in the back of the head.
'Ima die…aren't I…' Aoni thought as he looked to Maevis for help, only to receive a strange smile and a shove to the back toward the witch's desk.
Soon enough, like a death row inmate, Aoni succumbed to his fate and stood before the witch while she looked at him from top to bottom, occasionally muttering things.
"Ohhh, nice bone structure, hey lookie here, he is kinda handsome, and what's this, ICE, okay okay…hmmm, a bit lacking in the Passives department, but it's quite impressive to have so many at his age."
"You weren't kidding, he does have some hefty stats, hmm hmm okay okay, I see, I see, WELP, Good looks on this one, Maevis, I got it from here…"
