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[Vincent Meian]

After settling his workload and making sure that he had time to do anything, Vincent had decided that he could spend time after school managing a club. He had sponsored the kendo team at Eisai for nine years, and substituted for the Master of the martial arts team regularly when the competitions came around each year, so he thought there might be something similar here at Hammel.


It seemed he was not wrong; the former trainer of a self-defense class had retired or left some time ago, and something along those lines was definitely in the tall man's purview. So, he'd put up a simple flier on the bulletin board and decided to start that day.


The time block sheet outside the training room had the hours of the class blocked off in a highlighter and with neat writing in the spaces for the "Not a Victim: Self-Defense Course", and the door was propped open for new students to notice it right away. Vincent himself wasn't wearing anything unusual - the same military fatigues and sleeveless white shirt from earlier in the day, though his shoes and socks had been placed neatly by the door on top of his jacket. The tattoo on his arm and shoulder was in nigh on perfect view, as were many of his scars from fingertips to neck. A jade frog hung around his wrist from a black rope, and a silver chain could be seen around his neck to dip under his shirt, but aside from those and his wedding ring he wore no other accessories - they would get in the way or be damaged.


Sitting on the floor with his legs tucked under him, Vincent waited to see if anyone would arrive for the first lesson. He'd posted the flier on Christmas Eve, so it was possible that no one had noticed it, but it was always better to be prepared for an early student.

[Valentia de la Torres]

When Valentia had seen the flier posted, she was intrigued. Mainly because she had no idea the school was actually offering some kind of self-defense course. She had thought it was strange not to make such a thing mandatory, but that was her own opinion and she wasn't yet willing to throw it around to people she hadn't met. In her experience, it was not a statement to lead with. Nor was saying that self-defense courses were only the beginning of a larger change that needed to occur.

But nothing on the flier mentioned whether or not people could simply watch. And that was her whole intention. The march-like status of her booted footsteps would no doubt catch attention before she would even get to walk through the door. Her long dark hair remained tied up in a high ponytail; tanned khakis a faded dark green jacket around her form to keep her warm from the snow outside.

She walked in and that was when she saw him, sitting in a way that caused her head to tilt inquisitively. Her footsteps slowed to a halt briefly, before she pushed off again and shrugged off her jacket to fold it and place it near the wall. "I am merely here to observe." She pointed out, idly tugging down the hemline of her black shirt before folding her arms over her chest and turning back to look at him once again.

[Erik Köler]

Eri came running into the room, or rather, tumbling into the room after he tripped on his boots. Rolling across the floor a very short distance, a small oof echoing past those lips, "ow ow ow ow!" Eri declared as he pushed himself up from the floor. That sleeveless tshirt scrunched up his abdomen somehwat. He pulled the fabric down as he rolled belly pushing himself up to his knees, laughing aloud, giving a rather large grin. "OH MY GOSH HI ! I didn't see anyone here yet !oh my gosh i'm so happy there are people herer!" eri declared happily.

Eri's ability was pheromone manipulation, whether he liked it or not, he had no control over it yet. It filled the air around him regardless of whether he intended it to or not. He was used to larger groups of people and having people stare at him awkwardly. However, today his clothing was much more tame than it usually was. A sleeveless tshirt and shorts combined with a few rings and a pair of boots and a headband; that was it. No over the top fluffy dresses or thousands of accessories.

Eri 's bleached blond hair was smoothed back as he picked up his headband, returning it to it's placement. Grinning brightly as he stood to his feet, waving at everyone in the room, just because he could.

[deedogma]

Her hair neatly swept back in a low pony tail and clad in her casual work out clothes, Natasha strode briskly to the new class. A single mother alone in a foreign country needed to know how to protect herself and this class looked to be ideal for her needs. Natasha arrived promptly at ten AM and ready to go.

When she entered, Tasha paused at the door and scanned the room with a sharp eye. Unfortunately, the teacher was a top notch good looking man and she cursed herself for not wearing any make up. The tall woman nodded respectfully to acknowledge him and kept her expression carefully neutral, ignoring the others in the class. She'd mistakenly assumed that it would mostly be a women's class. The blonde looked around the room as she walked in further to choose a place to sit.

She sighed and hoped fervently that no other choice men happened in or she'd really regret her no nonsense work out look. In the end, she was here to learn self-defense, not pose for a camera and that's what mattered most. Or so Tasha told herself.

[Vincent Meian]

The first three people to arrive had all done so in quick succession, so by the time Vincent had unfolded himself and stood there was not one but three young woman in the training room. As usual, he was the tallest person in the room by a good bit, but that did not stop him from standing military straight as he welcomed them.


"Good afternoon," he began. "My name is Vincent Meian, and I will be the instructor for this optional course. If you will please remove your shoes and come forward, you may make yourselves comfortable." To the first woman who arrived, he nodded his head. "Or, you may observe, if that is what you wish."


While the group was small, it was made entirely of people who hand come of their own accord, which was something that the trainer liked in his sessions. They understood that there was a need for self-defense and a desire to learn, and even if they ended up leaving it would simply be because they lacked the drive to continue. He was not a person to judge who should know how to defend themselves; he was simply here to teach it in any way he knew how. Being that the Japanese man had studied aikido, kendo, kenpo, kickboxing, and karate... there was bound to be something here for everyone. Knowing a mix of styles didn't really hurt either.