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<br/>​</div>Shiro looked at Karma as she shyly stated, “We’re …we-we’re all supposed to use the lockers though… I mean I’m sorry I - I just don’t want to ya’ll to get into trouble…”<br/><br/>He sighed, glancing to K as she responded, "Well, we're supposed to use the lockers, but I didn't feel safe putting my weapon there. It's...more than just a weapon to me, after all. So I should reprimand all of you or something, but that'd be a tad hypocritical of me. And honestly, I'm not going to spend energy reinforcing that rule unless it becomes necessary, or anyone proves they can't handle the leniency. Thanks for looking out for us anyway, Karmyne, it's good to know someone's got things straight. Just grab it before you get into the class. We'll save a seat for you."<br/><br/>Hearing this Shiro quietly relaxed a bit. The more peculiar aspects of<i>Second Chance</i>would make themselves apparent if and when he attempted to place it in a locker.  A particularly strict teacher back in Atlas had once tried to enforce a similar rule and the resulting incident caused the faculty member to resign for reasons pertaining to<i>'mental instability.'</i>That was the official story on the report anyway. People stopped asking for his weapon after that. The unspoken agreement was to treat it as just a typical pocket watch and chain until proven otherwise. And if he happened to use it in combat? Well, clearly he was just improvising with what he had on hand. Upper brass knew the truth, and lower brass didn't want to know at all. Shiro was fine with that arrangement, which held all the way up to the day he applied to Beacon and secured his...let's say...<i>safe exit.<br/>
</i><br/>As he followed them through the busy halls, he heard K speak up about what might be in store for them in their first class, "Let's see, looks like we're almost there. What do all of you expect from this one? Just some basic drills, maybe a few teamwork exercises? Then again, if the entrance exam is anything to go by, they might just throw us to the<i>wolves</i>again. Eh?"<br/><br/>Shiro couldn't deadpan more, as that was a virtually imperceptible difference from the expression he naturally held all the time, but somehow K's pun had accomplished the impossible.<br/><br/>He nodded agreement as Robin made his assessment, "That was, uh... Pretty bad. Don't give up your day job." To which Shiro himself added, "Yes, K, that was objectively awful. Please don't do it again?"<br/><br/>He pondered K's question and answered honestly, "With a name like 'Ballistics', I would guess it has to do with ranged weaponry... possibly not our own." He let<i>that </i>sink in a moment. Was this the sort of school that would test a student's ability to dodge gunfire? At this point, he wouldn't put it past them.<br/><br/>He thought to himself as they walked. Actually, with two more members their odds would enhance significantly against certain threats, barring whether they could work together as a team and just how competent Robin and Nekro were in battle. On one hand, they had passed their test, same as K, Karma and himself, but on the other hand, they had looked as though they had been chewed up by a washing machine with teeth. He shrugged to himself. It wasn't as though his own side had come out without a scratch. He'd just have to wait and see what they could do.