Extra-Chaotic, Screw the Ordinary

[DaCoolEntity]

Thank you for reading, I am glad you enjoyed it. It was very fun to write this, my friend and I absolutely hated how the schools were run in unOrdinary so we made this.

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I hated how John became this easily triggered bad guy just to make most of the Royals look good. Arlo was also hella annoying when he brushed off John later on, talking about how his debt has been paid or something, as if the dude hadn't ordered his people to lynch John in the middle of nowhere and got humbled for it right after.

Wish there were more unOrdinary fanfics out there. Thanks for creating this one!

 

[SIMPDESTROYER1]

Also, what do you guys think their perks look like?

Vritra definitely have Lung's Escalation Perk, and Azazel seems to have mist generation and hex power (for the debuffs). Beyond that it's hard to say.

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Azazel was popping blood manipulation from jjk blood pierce I think

 

[RookDeSuit]

Azazel was popping blood manipulation from jjk blood pierce I think

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Was that what happened? I know there's hemokinesis, and nothing says he couldn't produce blood powers from generic magic perk.

 

[Bob_EX]

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Cecile was head of the school press. She actually loved reporting the news. If there was anything she hated, it would have to be the current people in charge. The Royals of the school were far too authoritarian. She could understand their end-goal, but their methods were always to act with force, and she found that unnecessary. Sure, force went a long way, but what moved people was information.

Cecile couldn't forgive Arlo after he banned her from publishing her story on Remi. He went to her office right as she had gotten the news and banned any reports on it. Of course, that didn't stop Cecile from simply posting about it in school forums and chat-logs. Cecile had a deep seated anger against Remi ever since she defeated her for the title of queen of Wellston when Seraphina backed down.

But now, now Arlo wants her to publish a story to make the Royals be looked at in a positive light. She'd interviewed several rioters telling her that their motivation was the transfer student, Vritra who had transferred in a bit over a month ago. She didn't want to publish anything that made the Royals look remotely good, but if she didn't, Arlo's temperament would get the better of him and he would surely make her step down and put someone else in charge, some fool like Isen.

So, in light of this rocky situation, Cecile chose the other party of inspiration for the riots. A smaller inspiration, but one that she found more interesting. Azazel Wodime, the man who defeated Remi. She found him in the outside of the male dorm rooms doing weighted push-ups. His form was perfect, but she did feel like he was doing them with too much strain.

Sweat covered the ground, and soaked his T-shirt, showcasing that he'd been there training for a long period of time. He didn't look angry, or happy, simply there. She approached him with the intention of publishing an Article that would make Remi look bad, and Arlo good. He noticed her immediately, shifting his gaze to her before going back to doing exercise.

"Do you have time for an interview?" Cecile asked while crossing her arms. He stopped what he was doing and got up.

"More useless flies, get out of my sight," She stopped and knit her eyebrows. She understood why they were attacked so often – before the hit was put out on them by Arlo of course. Cecile was a High tier, and the boy in front of her was a low-tier. He had courage to speak to her that way. "I'm not in the mood for your questions."

"I am writing a paper on your defeat of the Queen of Wellston and about your history." Cecile pressed him, grabbing a pen and paper to jot things down. She could always get secondary accounts from other people, but that research was not as satisfying as first hand accounts. Any low-tier would say that the fight was easy, and she could write that down in the article to drag Remi's reputation through the mud despite it clearly not being true… after all it'd be his account.

"Yeah, I defeated her. You high tiers said it was trickery and underhanded tactics," he moved on to do a bench-press. Why did he bring all of the equipment outside anyway? Cecile looked around, there were a lot of boulders and debris that were not supposed to be there. Were those the reason why? "I don't care, a win is a win. Now leave." His attitude was infuriating.

"How did it feel winning against the Queen, and then losing to the King of Wellston?" She got angry and asked him something with a little jab to it.

"I DID NOT LOSE!" His voice was laced with anger. He stopped doing the bench-press and tossed the weights to the side. "I did not lose." Despite sounding more composed, his eyes told a different story. They looked into the horizon, past Cecile. "I don't lose."

She was interviewing a crazy person. A delusional person. He went up to the boulder and grabbed it from underneath. Was he crazy? His frame was small, and his muscles, although defined, weren't much in the strength department. Still, he lifted it barely by activating his ability. That was information she didn't have. So his ability also enhanced him while weakening the enemy. She jotted what she saw down.

"Accounts say they saw Elaine and Remi carry you and your accomplice Vritra to the infirmary." She continued the questioning despite his clearly unhappy attitude. He shook from lifting the bolder before putting it down and lifting it again. "Arlo defeated you, does that mean your limit is high tiers? Or do you think it was a mismatch?" This scrawny boy defeated Remi? Cecile couldn't believe it. Sure he had an enhancement ability, but what stopped Remi from electrocuting him until he was knocked out?

"I didn't lose!" He delusionally yelled again. Letting the bolder fall on the ground, he placed both hands on his ears like a child. Looking at the ground. Cecile walked to see the expression on his face. He was sweating, and he had gone pale. He looked worried and angry. "I am absolute, I don't lose! I never lose!" He wasn't trying to convince her, but himself.

This is the person who defeated the queen of Wellston? Maybe it really was a fluke like the rumors say. "Very well, what are your next steps?" As if he'd become someone else, his body straightened up and he looked at her blankly without emotion in his face. Now that Cecile looked closer, he had large bags under his eyes. She got information that he had left the infirmary yesterday… surely he hadn't spent the entire night training – She looked at the outside again, it was all damp –surely he hadn't.

"I will defeat Arlo." His declaration made Cecile smile, even if he lost she had something interesting to write about. "Today… I am defeating him today…"

"Don't you think you need rest?" Cecile jotted down a few more ideas for the story from what he had told her. His gaze was penetrating, they felt like daggers piercing her heart. She wasn't sure why he was staring at her as if he wanted to strike her down, but he did.

"Rest? No… no… the more I rest, the more time I waste. I see it now," he was talking to himself, again, "I didn't train before because I didn't think it was worth an effort…"

"So you think Arlo is strong enough to make you put in effort?"

"What?" He knit his eyebrows, confused at the notion. Did he not understand what he had just told her, or was he so delusional he blocked off that trail of thought? Cecile couldn't tell. The person in front of her was a deeply perturbed individual. He turned his body away and continued training. Cecile had what she wanted, now she had to interview a few of the low-tiers that participated in the riots.

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[Bob_EX]

Seraphina stared down at a beaten Azazel. He'd bled out until collapse again. He challenged Arlo and had an even worse showing than before. This time she witnessed it out of coincidence as she walked through the halls. Azazel challenged him to a match, but he looked defeated from the moment he got there. To begin with he couldn't move his arms very well, she could tell that he'd trained too much before fighting and tore his muscles training. Elaine had to heal him and drag him to the infirmary again as a bloody mess.

The riots had stopped for the most part and things were evening out in Wellston… except now, any time a low-tier rioted they were met with groups of Elites or Mid-tiers, which meant there were a lot more casualties on the lower-tiers side of things. To think this whole mess started because of a bad conversation on the school roof.

"Seraphina if you could make your way to the principal's office."

She knew what it was about immediately. A few days ago, John had lent her his copy of UnOrdinary, an illegal book that had inspired the rise of many vigilantes – illegal enforcers that were being killed by a group named Ember. Unfortunately she left it unwatched for too long and Elaine, her roommate saw it on her bed when she went in to give her some food.

She was then forced to burn the book before anyone could find it. This call to the principal's office was surely about that. She walked to the principal's office with a lazy stride. She could take her time to get there.

An explosion to her right made Seraphina sigh and turn her head. Vritra, who had somehow gotten free of all his restraints was beating up Gavin, a mid-tier.

One hand gripped Gavin's collar. The other, explosions cracking on it and wind around it. "I promised I would only strike you once. So grit your teeth." To anyone but Seraphina, Vritra's fist would have looked like a blur as it dug into Gavin's stomach. The loud sound of something going off was all the warning anyone got before Gavin was flung to the wall. His shirt was ripped and singed, his stomach gaining a blackish-blue look to it and the surrounding location was lacerated with winds. "If I catch you bullying anyone else, it won't end with one punch. so pick yourself up and go to the infirmary. Bitch."

Did he have to talk with growls? It felt as though his teeth were constantly clenched and he couldn't separate them fully so he growled to give emphasis. What made Seraphina widen her eyes as she passed by was the fact he defeated Gavin so easily, the only way one would be able to achieve that was if they were in the Elite category… but for him to have reached elite in under a month should be impossible.

"Well, not my fight…" Seraphina walked away with her hands in her pockets. She opened the door of the headmaster's office and stared at Headmaster Vaughn's eyes. He had his signature smile and neck-beard. Sitting next to him were two members of the authorities, no doubt. Their clean attires and formal vestry could only lead Seraphina to think so.

They stood up and stared at her with seriousness. One of them was a truth-teller, but then who was the other? One had mint hair and yellow eyes whilst the other had salmon pink hair and blue eyes.

"Ah, Seraphina! Please sit." said the headmaster. He kept composure and smiled as usual. Seraphina did as he asked and sat down comfortably. She had prepared beforehand because she was aware Arlo would pull off this stunt eventually, even still she felt uneasy. "No need to look so tense. You're making me nervous."

His happy-go-lucky attitude and closeness made things a lot more comfortable, but it also felt prepared and artificially constructed – as if it'd been in his best interest to research applications and methods to ease others.

"This is MIss Nadia. She's here on behalf of the Authorities and she is going to ask you a set of questions." He signed over to the mint-hair woman that had stood up. If she was the lie detector what was the salmon-haired man next to her for? He stood there with his arms crossed. Nadia put a recording device on the headmaster's desk and pressed record.

"This is an official interrogation. You are expected to answer all questions with honesty. Any false response you provide will be detected, and will result in immediate expulsion from Wellston Private High School. Is that understood, Miss Seraphina?" The recording device was always something they used during interrogations like these. Seraphina had heard rumors that Authorities could provide false testimonies and use them as legitimate evidence because their word was worth more than who they interviewed.

That fact made the hair on the back of her neck stand on their ends. If Nadia were to say she was a vigilante, there was nothing Seraphina could do but let herself get expelled, because her ability was lie-detection she could claim Seraphina was lying and that was it. Seraphina had to believe they wouldn't lie for her to get out of there, and that realization made her palms sweat.

"Well?" Nadia took Seraphina out of her stupor, and made her lower her head as she stared Nadia in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Let's begin," her eyes began glowing, indicating her ability had been activated. "We were informed that you had ownership of the book UnOrdinary. Is that true?"

"Yes." All Seraphina could do for now was to tell the truth. She first had to gauge how Nadia's ability worked. Did she read memories or the mind? Did she detect lies? Or did she detect deception? Something can be true but a deception, or they can be false because one can't recall. What if one couldn't recall what happened?

"For how long have you had this book?" This was a simple question, but Seraphina couldn't answer it straightforwardly.

"I can't remember when I've had it exactly," she observed Nadia's reaction. She narrowed her eyes. It was not a lie, she didn't know the exact date and time she received the book from John. If she could see deception, read memories or surface thoughts she would be caught. If she couldn't, then her ability was less fearsome and could only detect blatant lies. If the latter wasn't the case, Seraphina had a few more answers to narrow down her ability to better adjust her answers to not incriminate John.

There was no change in expression. Did she know? No, she would have certainly told Seraphina to leave Wellston if she could tell Seraphina was lying. It was risky, but the odds were on her side so she decided to take the plunge. Besides, Seraphina was a High-tier, one of the strongest in the country, if she were expelled from Wellston she would simply move to another school with just as much or similar prestige.

"And where did you get this book from?" Seraphina didn't want to implicate John, so she took a small pause while leaning back. She sighed to dissimulate that she was annoyed at these questions.

"Last Saturday, I was walking home from Kovoro Mall. Suddenly I noticed I was being followed by someone invisible and fought them off, ran. By the time I had gotten back to the dorm, the book was already in one of my shopping bags." Seraphina looked at Nadia, observed her reaction, she nodded and put down the files. The other man next to her took a deep sigh of displeasure, he didn't want to be anywhere near here and it showed in his impatient foot-tapping.

"Where and when did this incident take place?"

"The bus stop near the park around 8 PM, I think."

"Who else was with you at the time?" What kind of question was that? How did she know there was someone else with her during the attack? She never mentioned her friends? Had she asked to see her reaction? Seraphina wasn't sure, she had been stumped.

"Now now, Miss Nadia. My students are all very busy people, especially right now." Principal Vaughn was getting tired of the questions, he stared at Nadia with the corner of his eyes in displeasure. Did he have a past with the authorities? He was smiling, but his eyes told another story. Did he save Seraphina from that question because he knew it might implicate more trouble for Wellston's image? Or did he do it out of kindness? She couldn't tell. "Please respect their time by asking questions that are relevant to the topic at hand… I am sure your partner is getting tired of waiting as well."

Her partner leaned onto the headmaster's desk and practically sat on it while crossing his arms. Vaughn didn't seem to find it amusing, shooting some glares at the back of his head, but ultimately didn't say anything.

"Yes, apologies." She was very respectful to Vaughn, it was most likely because much like Seraphina, he was a High-tier. "Where is the book now?"

"I destroyed it."

"Did you read it"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you share the book or its contents with anyone while you read it?"

"I did not."

"Final Question. What are your thoughts on the content of UnOrdinary" For whatever reason the face of Vritra, then of the bloodied Azazel came to the forefront of her mind. Seraphina drew parallels between them. The main differences were their tiers, how they acted too… Well, the only similarities were some of their actions and how both of them inspired idiots into rioting for more rights for low-tiers.

Still, Serahina grinned, thinking back of her conversation with John where he had asked her something similar.

"I thought the idea was absurd." She shared a high-tier helping low-tiers out of the goodness of his heart? What was the point? Nothing would ultimately change. Why should she go out of her way to help people who would never thank her? It'd be useless.

Nadia sighed and smiled, dropping her hard-boiled detective persona. All of that tension because of a book, the authorities must be running out of things to care about.

"That's a relief. Now if you could step out for a moment." Nadia turned her head to the Headmaster and nodded.

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[Bob_EX]

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Gregory and Nadia had been called for two different tasks. The first was to assess the risk of UnOrdinary contaminating the minds of the youth in one of the most affluent schools in the country. The other was a less concerning issue but still quite intriguing. Gregory was the Authorities number one pick when it came to measuring the levels of others. He had a reliable ability, and he was devoted to the Authorities wholeheartedly despite not having a combat-oriented ability, much like Nadia herself.

As Seraphina walked outside the room, Nadia released a sigh of relief. When high-tiers were exposed to UnOrdinary there was a chance they would begin Vigilantism. It was a low chance,but much higher than anyone might like. Her truthful answer when Nadia questioned what she thought of the book's message was comforting. If a precious high-tier such as her was lost to vigilantism, then society would suffer quite a loss.

The principal sighed and put both his hands together; he was very composed throughout the entire questioning until Nadia pressed further than she should. Was he protecting another student? It was hard to tell.

"The easiest part is now over," he told Nadia and her partner.

"What do you mean by that?" Gregory stood up from the headmaster's desk he was sitting on. Vaughn looked at them both out of the corner of his eyes and curled his lips upward in a small smile.

"I suppose you will see." He opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out a microphone with a button on its platform. Pressing it, Vaughn began communication with the school. "Could Azazel and Vritra please come to the principal's office?" Vaughn pressed the button on the microphone again, turning it off before putting it back.

Now all they had to do was wait for those two students. The second task they were given was to assess the levels of those two students and ask them a few questions. According to the report filed, they were both late bloomers and problem children that leveled up unnaturally fast and began lashing out. If Nadia found them to be too troublesome, the Readjustment Division might have to get involved.

Vaughn stood up from his chair and walked toward the entrance.

"Where are you going?" Gregory asked.

Vaughn turned, and with a smile on his face, he answered, "I am getting some coffee and cookies; would you like some?" Nadia looked at Gregory, then back at Vaughn.

"Shouldn't you stay here to greet the two students?" the two questions. Vaughn looked at the clock on the corner of the room, then at the exit.

"Something tells me they'll be a little late; if they are not just show them in and if you'd be so kind as to wait for my return, I'd appreciate it. Now if you excuse me." Vaughn stepped on the other side of the doorframe and closed it behind him. With another glance at her partner, Nadia knit her eyebrows and tilted her head in the direction of the closed door.

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, weird guy. That headmaster is quite unusual, there aren't a lot of people who are willing to speak up against the authorities."

"Well, he is a high tier, so there's that. Beyond that, he seems to really care for the school." Nadia explained, looking at her watch. Seraphina took around ten minutes to arrive; the school was big but not large enough to warrant that amount of time,it was probably an important class, or she had been doing something with friends and had to excuse herself. According to records, she was a straight-A student for the most part.

"Sure." Gregory looked bored; he was devoted to the authorities but also seemed to be of the childish sort. The kind that couldn't stand still for too long without doing something. He stretched, putting both his hands up, then pulling them up as he could, arching his back. There were audible cracks from it. Nadia sighed and looked at her watch again.

As time began to pass, she began getting bored. Gregory had begun pacing around the room, then sitting down, standing again, stretching, and going back to sitting. He couldn't sit still. Phones were for company use, and that typically meant you couldn't install games or use them for private use. Gregory seemed like the type of person who would install a lot of games to entertain himself while he waited.

Nadia checked her watch. She wasn't hallucinating things; thirty minutes had passed already. The headmaster was still not back from his coffee break, and they had been left inside the room without anything to do. Just how busy were these students? Nadia began suspecting foul play. Then, the door opened.

Vaughn had come back with a tray filled with biscuits and three cups of coffee. "Sorry about the delay, the line was full." He put the metallic tray on his desk. "As an apology, I brought you some coffee alongside some snacks. The Doc's coffee is just superb; he's had time and practice to hone this craft, you see. The biscuits were gifts from one of the students, Roland,it's his hobby. He's quite a kind student."

Nadia grabbed the mug with coffee the closest to her and took a sip. Her head moved back as she looked at the coffee she was drinking from. It had a rich and dense flavor and was neither too bitter nor too sweet either. It was also very aromatic and fragrant. It was brewed by an expert in the craft. She took a bite of the biscuits and they were perfect.

Gregory grabbed the coffee, and if he'd been restless before, now he was far too energetic. He began shaking where he stood like a leaf in the wind.

"Why are they taking so long?" Nadia shot the headmaster a sharp look, activating her ability to ensure he wasn't lying to her. The Headmaster, unfazed and with a smile, took a sip of his coffee, a bite of his cookie, and then looked back at her.

"Both students got into an altercation with the King of Wellston and were sent to the infirmary. They are receiving treatment and will be with us shortly." He was being truthful. So that was why it took them so long, and most likely why Seraphina took so long as well. The fight happened in one of the hallways, making it harder to go through and walk to the principal's office. Now, they took a long time because their injuries had to be treated.

"The Royals in Wellston must be quite busy." Nadia commented. She deactivated her ability and took another sip from her coffee. "I heard that you encourage your students to resolve their matters on their own. Do you not think that they should appeal more to authority and that you should act more as a mentor and guide them?"

"Well, it is my thought that students ought to learn autonomy and how the world works by witnessing it themselves. Interfering in their firsthand learning process detracts from valuable learning experiences and moments. When things do get out of hand, I get involved, but everything seems to have worked out up until now." The headmaster took a sip from his coffee.

"That just sounds like an excuse to not do your job." Gregory put down his coffee and looked the headmaster in the eyes. "Was the reason we were called here not that they kept going against the authority of the Royals and were causing too much trouble to other students? Their sudden growth is worrying; is that not why we're here?"

"Well, isn't that an oxymoron?" The headmaster looked at Gregory; his ever-present smile felt eerie and confrontational now. "Challenging the authority of the Royals is not only something that should be expected, it is something that should happen if they hope to grow. The king is challenged by prospects, and the victor is crowned. Is that not how it has always worked?" Did he willingly not address the second part of the question?

"That may be so, but what of the other students caught in the crossfire? They are late bloomers, yes? Potentially hiding their levels in order to catch others off guard and beat them beyond the permissible point. Shouldn't you be calling the readjustment division instead?" Gregory gripped the cookie in his hands too tightly and cracked it in half. Vaughn activated his ability and prevented crumbs from falling on his carpet. He made them float to the tray and hummed at Gregory's comments.

"I will assure you, I had a level gauger assess their levels when they entered this school. Level 1.4 and 1.3 were the levels that were recorded. The reason you were called was because students witnessed them defeat mid-tiers and elite tiers in combat as of late." The headmaster took another sip of his coffee. "If you do not wish to be here, you do not have to. I am not forcing you to stay. I will say this with my full chest and with every bit of intent until the blood in my body runs cold and my body is buried, none of my students need readjustment classes, nor will you ever get approval from me to receive them." A great pressure came over the room, making it tremble.

Nadia gripped the table wide-eyed. The headmaster looked at Gregory with his smile but glowing eyes. His activated ability was what shook the room. He was pressing down on them.

"This is my school; until you retire from your job and become a headmaster yourself, I do not wish to hear any criticism from either of you on how I run things. None of you are qualified to reproach my methods."

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[Catacus]

Will you post a list of all their rolls in an index? tftc!

 

[Bob_EX]

Will you post a list of all their rolls in an index? tftc!

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The plan is to reveal what they have received when the POV is shifted to theirs for the first time. Due to the reader following through the POV of the characters, we thought it would be more fun like this, as they dont know what the MCs have either.

TLDR: Yes, there will be an index after their POV shift.

Hope that helped, and thank you for reading.

 

[FateFan110]

Did Azael power mess with his head to the point of being delusional?

 

[RookDeSuit]

Hmm, strange that the Principle is covering for both them and the rest of the students.

 

[FateFan110]

Hmm, strange that the Principle is covering for both them and the rest of the students.

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That's kind of his whole plan. The thing the Principal can't go saying the system is wrong because if he does the Authorities well come arrest him and place someone who will coagulate Arlo for what he's done along encouraging the bullying of low tiers even more. So he has to wait for the two MCs or John to break the system or hopefully the Royals learn empathy and judging by Remi's reflection things are going to change earlier then canon.

 

[Seraphim05]

Did Azael power mess with his head to the point of being delusional?

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I'm guessing it's something like…

Incredibly Violent Events before Death​

Isekia'd​

Got the Gacha after waking up at Wellston​

Both auto got Powers from Worm (Canon Worm powers mess with your head and trauma) (Lung's Draconic Escalation for Vritra, Grue's Dampening Black Fog for Azazel)​

Fight to gain powers​

Get beat by Arlo which triggers the incredibly violent Trauma (Jin for Vritra, David for Azazel)​

 

[Kamen K]

So the main characters got worm trigger events which explains Azazel's crashouts

 

[Bob_EX]

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The first of the two came in, according to the papers, his name was Vritra, and his last name looked unpronounceable. He was tall, much taller than what Gregory was expecting. One thing was seeing 7'0 on a sheet of paper, seeing it was a whole other. Nadia looked nervous, clenching her clipboard while sitting down on the chair provided by the chairman of Wellston. The atmosphere that they had left with wasn't the greatest, and this didn't help either.

Spoiler: Vritra after some 'Traits'

Gregory was the first to get up. Vritra stayed standing. It was menacing, and a clear challenge of his authority… that or he simply didn't care for his presence. He didn't say anything, simply stood there with his eyes fixated on the chairman, who smiled back at him.

"Well then, you must be curious as to why you've been called here." Vaughn's smile didn't appease him, there was no change in attitude. He tapped his foot lightly on the ground, impatiently waiting for the principal to elaborate. It was clear he didn't want to be there.

"We've been called here to assess your level because we think you might be lying." Gregory took over, Vaughn was taking too long to answer, and the boy in front of him gave him a bad vibe. Vaughn scowled at the interruption, but let him continue nonetheless. "We've also heard you've been fighting the royals."

"Huh?" Vritra's eyebrows knit together, his nose scrunched and his mouth moved down on one side only. A look of total disgust and disdain. "Isn't that the whole point of the royal system? To challenge it?" he spat.

"No, the point is to compel students to respect the authority hierarchy formed. Challenges to the royals should only happen by those who are close to the top." Vritra clicked his tongue and looked down at Gregory.

"I fought that clown of a king, so what? I did some damage and got close to beating his ass," Vritra leaned forward to get closer to Gregory. Now that he noticed, he wasn't a lanky build of person either, he was muscular, and looked more like a wild bear from that angle than he did human. "What do levels have to do with anything? It's all about ability match ups."

Wasn't he closer than that? Gregory thought to himself, then he noticed he'd taken two steps back without thinking. He looked toward Nadia. She was sweating.

"I-If I were you I'd keep my distance, disrespecting the authorities is not a smart move." Gregory cursed himself for stuttering. The pressure he felt while Vritra was there was suffocating. He was no low tier.

Vritra's eyes narrowed. "Another person telling me how to live my life. I might fucking lose it."

A wave of green light almost blinded Gregory as Vaughn used his ability to push a chair on Vritra's back, making him sit down. "Now, let's not delay this any further. There's another student waiting outside after all." He was using his status as a high-tier to pressure them into acting again. That old man would get what was coming for him one day. One day someone would get tired of him and he would be removed from his position.

"Activate your ability," Gregory ordered, regaining some confidence.

Vritra leaned back further, resting his leg on his knee. "No."

One second. Silence. Two Seconds. Silence. Three Seconds. Silence.

"Excuse me?" Nadia had been the one who broke the silence, because Gregory was still baffled that someone this stupid could exist.

"The rules of the school say I can't use my ability in enclosed environments." There was no chance the boy sitting in front of Gregory respected the rules of the school. He knew from first hand experience that school was a battleground. All he could do was glare at Vritra. "Weren't you criticising me for not following the system or whatever? Now you pluck me out of class and ask me to break the rules?"

Gregory might have almost broken his teeth from how much force he used to press them against each other. He could barely get a sentence out from his clenched jaw. "Don't get smart with us kid–"

"Don't get smart? Am I not in school to learn? First you tell me to break rules, now you're telling me to ignore my teachers? The authorities must have things backwards. Do you know multiplication, did you learn to add and subtract?"

Gregory slammed his hand through a table while glaring at Vritra, who leaned forward, his sneer transformed into a serious expression. "Go on, Salmonela, make my day." Gregory rolled up his sleeve and glared at him.

Pressure pushed both Gregory and Vritra down to their seats, as a blinding flash-bang of the color green swallowed them both for instance. Vritra did not seem happy with the arrangement, glaring at the principal, and yet he didn't activate his ability – was he being serious, or just petty?

"Vritra, the longer you take to use your ability, the longer they will be here, and the more likely you are to get in trouble for defying the authorities." His smile was nauseatingly sweet, almost certainly fake.

Vritra's nose scrunched up, and the glare switched to Gregory. Almost as if he was spitting the words out, he spoke. "Wich. One."

Gregory froze, what did he say? Which one? He must mean which application of his ability. "The simplest one." said Gregory, with a sigh adjusting himself on the seat to be more comfortable. What an odd wording.

Vritra's eyes began to glow, and with a swipe of his hand the table was sent flying. Wind ruffled Gregory's hair and clothes.

A dense black aura with a red outline covered his vision. It was not blinding – well, it couldn't be considering the fact it was dark. It was odd, it flickered in different shades of red like a kaleidoscope. A multifaceted ability for sure.

"This has to be a joke," Gregory's eyes widened. This aura was not close to a low-tier. "Vaughn, did you lie to us about his level?!" It was denser than expected, and it felt… angry.

"I did no such thing," Vaughn assured, letting the desk fall next to his own with a splittering thud. "You've read their records yourself. What motive would I have to hide his level to begin with?"

"This man's level is Elite! Around the middle of the ranks!Between 3.8 and 4!" Gregory broke out in cold sweat. The only way this was possible was if the boy in front of him was utilizing some kind of booster to their ability. It should be impossible to increase your level this much in such a short period of time. As if to rub salt in his pride, Vritra's level was higher than Gregory's.

"Did you have fun? Can I go now?" Vritra looked at Vaughn instead of the two members of the authorities again. Vaughn nodded, Vritra stood up and began walking to the exit.

"Wait! What is your thought on Vigilantism?" Nadia found enough courage to scream out, she stood up to do it. Vritra stopped one step before the entrance, turned around and looked down at her.

"Don't waste more of my time with stupid questions, I don't care for idiots." Vritra opened the door, and began walking out. Gregory looked at Nadia, she nodded and Gregory sighed. At the very least he was speaking the truth. He slammed the door behind him with little regard for its frame. He was undeniably an issue that the school would have to steer into another path.

"That was odd, I was under the impression that Vritra's ability was draconic in nature." Vaughn's one sentence made Gregory's blood run cold. Was this one facet of his ability, or was Vaughn just exaggerating. "Or was that the other one? I always seem to get them confused." Gregory hoped that was the case. The implications of having more than one ability… then again, it could always be a more complex composite ability.

"Nadia, go tell the next student to come in," Gregory grabbed the file he'd been given. Azazel Wodime was next, he put his hand over his face – wasn't that illegal? A level 1.4 when he entered Wellston. A disgrace, for such a prestigious school to admit someone as subpar as a level 1.3 and 1.4 made Gregory's blood boil. When he was enrolling he remembered there were level requirements for schools of this kind. If you weren't at least a mid-tier you couldn't even get in, and even then the chances.

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Nadia opened the door and after a pause told the next student to come over.

Spoiler: Azazel after some 'Traits'

The door opened and Vritra came back in. Gregory thought he might be shorter, but it must have been the wind, or the distance, or something else.

"Huh? Get out, we already talked to you." He waved dismissively.

"Wai –" Nadia was interrupted by Gregory who raised his hand. As her subordinate she had to listen to what he said, and he didn't want to waste any more time on an interrogation if it meant getting thrown through the window by the headmaster of the school.

"Ok," His voice was different. Before it was deep and gravely, like a monster's almost. Now it was higher pitched, more normal for a high-school student.

"What a waste of time. Nadia, tell the next student to come over." As Gregory spoke, the door was shut closed by Vaughn.

"Now, now Azazel, you shouldn't mess with the authorities." He sounded almost happy.

"What now?" Gregory asked.

"That's what I was about to tell you, he was the only other student outside." Nadia looked at her clipboard, "He must be Azazel Wodime."

"..." Vritra… or Azazel rather, turned around and tiredly walked to the chair in the middle of the room, then kicked it to the side while staring at Vaughn, ignoring both Nadia and Gregory.

"Are you sure this isn't the same person?" Gregory asked, Vaughn nodded. They had the same hair, the same eye color, face shape, hair length and even a similar rebellious look… Though, now that he looked closer, the differences were plenty, they included height, posture.

The person in front of Gregory looked more battered and tired… but aside from that they were the exact same person… basically. "Twins?" Vaughn shook his head, "Brothers?" Vaughn shook his head again.

"..." He continued staring at the headmaster without saying anything. The malicious gleam in his eye made Gregory think he was thinking of ways of beating all three people in the room… but he couldn't prove it. He would glance at them, then stop, close his eyes, then glance back again as if he was simulating everything in his brain… It was unsettling.

"Would you sit please?" Nadia asked, feeling equally uncomfortable by his posture. It was on guard, and yet tired… like he'd just gotten out of a fight and was looking for another one… If Vritra looked perpetually angry and pestered, then Azazel looked like a tired military soldier.

"No."

"... Could I ask you why?" Nadia asked politely, but Gregory could see a bead of sweat fall from her forehead. She was speechless when Vritra was here, and yet she had enough confidence to speak back here. The difference in presence was clear.

"Only those on my level get to look down on me." Azazel's arrogance was that of an undisciplined, spoiled brat. Gregory could tell this would be a difficult one to interrogate.

"Where do you find these miscreants? The gutter?" The instant Gregory said that, he felt a chill go down his spine. When he turned his head he saw a chair, floating in front of his face with a flash of green. When had he thrown it? How had he thrown it without making a decibel of sound? Those were questions running through Gregory's mind.

"Azazel! That was a part of the authorities! If it had hit him he could have put you in corrective facilities!" Vaughn, despite sounding mad, let his face rest into a smile, Gregory couldn't tell if he was upset or not. Still, even with that warning, Azazel's stare remained one of rebellion, his eyes sharpened and his nose ever-so-slightly scrunched.

"Little mutts meddling about things they have no right sinking their teeth in are bound to break their canines." Gregory hated his kind the most. A late bloomer who read Shakespeare and would speak in elaborate sentences for no reason other than to say "I'm better than you".

"That's because I am." Azazel answered.

"Did I say that out loud?" Gregory looked to Nadia, who shrugged quizzically.

"No, but it was obvious what you were thinking from the expression on your dull-witted face." Azazel still refused to look at Gregory, he kept his eyes focused on Vaughn.

"How about we calm down," Vaughn used his ability to put the chair back in its place. "Azazel, if you wish to leave, then all you have to do is show them your ability. They will leave you alone after." Azazel's eyes trailed off to Nadia, then to Gregory, he looked at him up and down, then back to Vaughn.

"Did Vritra do it?" Vaughn nodded. "What did you see?"

"He blew back the desk with his wind ability." Vaughn answered, Azazel put a hand over his mouth as if to think things through – though, because Gregory had leaned back on his chair he could see through the gaps of his fingers that he was sneering.

"Very well," he took the hand off his face, showing a composed expression before extending his hand. There were a few seconds of nothing happening – that was what most would see. Instead, Gregory saw a burst of Crimson smoke with black edges. His ability was some form of enhancement? What did it do? What was he showing him? It was like a thick malice stuck to his skin.

"What does your ability do?" Gregory asked, he wasn't going to make the same mistake as before. With Vritra he was too shocked to ask much of anything.

"That is none of your concern. You asked me to use it, not to explain it to you. Don't push my boundaries. You must be the catastrophic result of the love life between a half-melted troll doll and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol."

"Half-melted – what?" Gregory didn't know what it meant, and maybe that made it feel worse. He felt like he had insulted more than just his appearance with that statement, but he couldn't prove it.

"I thought I was here to show you my ability, not to make a power-point presentation on your several inadequacies. But if we're going there, your professionality leaves much to be desired, and for someone whose ability is reading power, you aren't quite aware of your surroundings." Azazel Wodime had an interesting secondary ability, and it had to be to provoke ire. Vritra's imposing presence made him shake in insecurity – whether he could beat him or not – Azazel's made him shake in aggravation.

"... Oh yea…mind elaborating for me?" Getting those words through his teeth was difficult. Gregory held on to a pen in his pocket, and could hear the plastic crack as he exerted more and more force on it the longer he looked at Azazel's arrogant crimson eyes.

"Wretches such as yourself should know to hold your tongue in the presence of their betters. Typically I'd say you're not worth the dirt I walk on, but I am unsure if I can even say that to someone of your stature. Perhaps maggots below that dirt should be treated better, after all they aren't curs wasting my time with little tests. Even those ill begotten insects only rise when a carcass hits the earth. That is why you should remain quiet, lower your tone, and keep your head down, for people like you will never even look at the summit."

The pen in Gregory's pants snapped in half. He could feel his eyebrow twitching, and yet he didn't dare to fight him – Gregory could tell, he was of a higher level. 'Does this brat think he's better than me?'

"I know I am better than you, Gregory." Once again, he'd predicted what he was thinking, "Useless things like yourself should know that. It's engraved in your bones, that is why you do not fight back." Azazel leaned forward, keeping himself above Gregory while both his hands slammed on the armrests of the chair he was on. "Are you done, or will you keep wasting my time? My precious time."

"Before you leave…" Nadia voiced, she was met with a death-glare immediately, and her breath was caught. There was something odd about this kid. His arrogance was real most definitely, but it felt as though he was instigating them, waiting for them to swing first.

"What do you think of vigilantes?" Gregory continued Nadia's question, since she was clearly intimidated into silence.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue. This brat was blinded by anger the instant he entered the room. He almost hurt the authorities, and when he noticed it'd get him nowhere to swing first, he instigated them instead… that way he could claim he only fought back. What a rotten kid. "Wasting my time with trivial questions. Why should I care for Vigilantism? What do I gain from it? When has helping others ever helped one-self?" Azazel got up, then turned around, walking away with both hands in his pockets.

"..." Nadia wanted to ask something, it was clear from her body language, but she stayed quiet, too scared to get a chair to the head most likely.

"No. After all, helping others only brings misery." He shut the door behind him, and immediately, they heard screams come from the corridor. Gregory opened the door and saw students crushed against the walls, knocked out and bleeding, with Azazel nowhere to be seen.

"... Seriously, where do you find these rapscalians?" He turned around and looked at Vaughn, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, if that is all I hope you leave. I am expecting a good friend of mine so we can play chess, you see? He's hoping today'll be the day he beats me… I think I'll let him capture a few pawns before my checkmate."

'This whole school is bonkers.' Gregory couldn't help but think.

"Oh most definitely." Vaughn answered, making Gregory close his mouth to stare him in the face.

"You should steer away from Poker if I were you Gregory, your face is so very easy to read."

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