<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Administration Office:<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:yellow"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Haruka Tenoh/Uranus</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
She was the first one to arrive, oddly enough. Just this once, she hadn't waited for her beloved lover to accompany her on their first day at their new academy. Truth be told, Haruka wanted to take a look at the beautiful ladies who would be attending similar, or not so similar, classes to theirs, mostly out of curiosity. She doubted any of the sailor guardians, apart of Neptune and herself would be there as well. Which meant most of those ladies would be strangers. Not to mention she had heard most students, if not all, would be female. That added in a bit of an extra motivation for her. <br/>
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To top it all, this time she was wearing a more feminine outfit. A dark, short skirt along with a dark jacket and white shirt, even some jewellery could be seen adorning certain parts of her anatomy. This time, no one would have any doubts about her gender. Although it wasn't as if Haruka herself cared that much, on the other hand. She simply walked towards the administration office, where all students had been told to stop by first if it was the first time they arrived there, and leaned her back against the wall, waiting for the rest of the students or, rather, anyone at all, to arrive. She was perhaps a bit too early without even noticing, which contributed to her having to wait a bit. But she knew the experience would be worth the wait, so she didn't mind it too much. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:teal">Ania Stark/The Widow</span>// <span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">Victoria Stark</span><br/>
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On the other hand, Ania was not the first one to arrive, unlike usual. She had decided to stick with her sister, not because she needed it, but because she wanted to make sure everything was all right on her end. She could be a bit overprotective when it came to those she loved, even if she didn't realize it. Truth be told, that didn't match too much with her usual lack of expression. But Ania didn't care too much about that. <br/>
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She quietly arrived to the administration office, where a blonde woman with a tomboyish appearance was standing and glanced briefly at her, before turning to gaze at her back, waiting to see if her sister was following her or not. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:teal">"It seems we are not the first ones this time, Vic."</span> Ania simply commented with a cold tone, not because she was mad at her sister, but rather because that was her usual voice. She had tried to show more emotions but it was normally quite difficult for her, even if Ania didn't even know why.<br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Rachel Roth/Raven</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
Like the previously mentioned females, Raven also entered through the public entrance and looked for the administration office. It hadn't been her idea, but rather Starfire's, who was the one forcing her to enter the school she was now standing in front of. The leader of the Teen Titans, a group that worked like family for her, had thought it would help Raven open up, as well as allow her to learn how to properly control her powers. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"Now I had finally gotten used to them..."</span> Raven had thought to herself, but didn't oppose the idea. Nightwing, even Damian Wayne, who was the only Robin she had ever met and whom she had been a bit too close to, had agreed on the idea. Same applied to Beast Boy. Well, it wasn't as if her actions were guided solely by what others believed. But this time, maybe even Raven agreed. One thing was true, she needed some practice and here more experienced heroes and heroines would help her learn how to properly control her own abilities. She didn't lose anything for trying, after all...Right? The moment she arrived she stood up a bit far from the rest, her hood covering most part of her face and patiently waited for the Dean to arrive, mentally repeating the words that usually helped her calm down, at least while she was meditating. <br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:violet"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Lady Loki</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
Unlike most teachers at the aforementioned school, Loki was wandering through the whole place. She had been hired as the teacher in charge of languages. Indeed, languages. She wasn't going to teach only one of them, but many, both dead and more active ones. English, Japanese, Latin, Spanish...She could basically speak any existing language humans handled. And basically, any language any kind of species talked. Well, there still could be certainly languages she missed, no one was perfect. But her special abilities assured her a close to perfect control of most existing languages in the whole universe.<br/>
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Wearing a long, dark dress with a gentle cleavage, the dark haired woman, who used to be a man in the past, wandered through the whole place at a slow pace, wondering if she'd eventually meet anyone. Most likely, she'd eventually meet the Dean. At least that was what she hoped, since she'd be the one in charge to show her to her class and tell her everything she needed to do in order to handle classes in that new school. Of course the young woman was quite excited, to say the least. A whole class of female students she'd be able to fool around with, not to mention many fellow teachers...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:violet">"This looks promising..."</span><br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Tara Markov/Terra</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
Unlike most of her life, Terra was now on her own. She had been saved when she was a little kid by the Teen Titans and had been adopted by then. Later on, she had been training with Nightwing, even to the point of aiding him in most of his missions. Until she decided it was time to start working on her own. It wasn't as if she hated him, or any of her previous teammates. She knew she owed them her own life and would come to their aid should they ever need her. But Terra felt like it was time to stop relying on others and acting on her own. She also needed something similar to most of the students of this new school: to learn how to properly control her own abilities. <br/>
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No matter how hard she trained, she had always found it a bit difficult to control her powers, unlike her partners. And that was something that greatly embarrassed and frustrated her. So, when she saw the opportunity, she decided to apply and become a new student of this special academy, in hopes of finding good tutors who would help her with her little issues. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"What's up folks?"</span> She simply waved when she reached the public entrance and, later on, the administration office, leaning against the wall right next to the blonde, androgynous lady, and slowly closing her eyes. From the looks of it, this would be quite an interesting experience. Or so Terra thought, at least. <br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Diana Prince/Wonder Woman</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
After spending many years interacting with humans, Diana Prince already was used to modern society. Used enough to consider herself perfectly capable of dealing with a bunch of teenagers, at least. Well, once one was eighteen they were considered adults in most countries. But for someone who had been alive during so many years, they were nothing but children. No matter whether they were from Earth or not. However, she'd make sure to fully respect them and demand that from them in return. As well as to help them in any way she possibly could, that was why she had applied as the teacher in charge of History, Archaeology and Geology.<br/>
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Thus, Diana kept walking through the whole building, in hopes of meeting with the Dean as the rest of teachers and most students, so she could organize everything. She already was certain she was a good fit for the job, but wanted to make sure everything was all right and to offer even some further help, should it ever be needed. After all, she didn't mind helping and she was fully capable of handling it. At least from her own point of view.<br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:red"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Stephanie Brown/Robin</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
Unlike most, Stephanie was wearing her own clothes. She had managed to achieve Batman's forgiveness somehow, thus she was still Robin, his most loyal partner. The guy had the weird policy of wanting to preserve his partners' civilian identities, so he didn't approve of them revealing who they were to those that knew them as "Robin". Which was Stephanie's current situation. Even if the Dean probably knew who she was, she still wanted to keep that hidden from her fellow students. At least for as long as she possibly could.<br/>
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So she arrived wearing said clothes and the usual mask covering her eyes, as well as the cape dancing at her back and softly landed in the middle of the small group formed in front of the administration office. As most of them, she simply waited there for more to arrive, quietly observing the girls who would be her classmates from that moment on as a wide smirk rose to her lips. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">"Looks like we will be having an interesting year...Won't we?"</span><br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:green"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Megan Morse/Miss Martian</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
Not that long after Robin arrived at the place, a green skinned woman softly landed. The difference was, mainly, that this female could fly on her own, without having to rely on all kinds of technological devices. She landed calmly as well, softly, with certain grace. Megan was usually of a rather calm mood, and as gentle as she could get. She had often been told she had a desperate need for others to accept her, which was the main reason why she acted in such an extremely gentle manner. <br/>
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One way or another, Megan, also known as Miss Martian, didn't mind what others said. She simply smiled at the other ladies waiting there and stood by, wondering how the Dean would be and what kind of things would they be commanded to do for their first day at the school.<br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:maroon"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Jayden Todd/Red Hood</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
She was the last one to arrive, at least for the time being. Of course she was now in the "Jayden Todd" mod. She had left her mask apart, and was wearing her usual, civilian clothes. It wasn't as if she minded it too much for others to learn who she was. But she didn't want to brag about that either. Sometimes privacy and intimacy could play a big part on her own plans.<br/>
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So Jayden folded her arms over her chest and looked at the opposite side, leaning her back against her wall right next to Uranus, while she observed her fellow partners, wonderinf how things would go for all of them once they were placed in their respective classes. It was always an interesting experience meeting fellow heroines and learning of their respective capabilities...And weaknesses, of course.<br/>
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Upon seeing Robin's outfit though, Jayden frowned, tempted to start a ruckuss and attack the girl without even knowing who she was. Her past as one of Batman's many partners had been of great suffering to her, even if it probably wasn't even the same Batman Stephanie knew so well. But in the end, albeit rather reluctantly, she remained quiet, glancing at her from time to time with a sharp glare.<br/>
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Gamora<br/>
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As the teacher in charge of the personal defense classes, Gamora had arrived in before anyone else, except the Dean and the person she was now busy with. Without wanting to be an inconvenience to her, she limited to wander around the appointed facilities where her classes would be taking part in, trying to decide what kind of things she should start with first. Although it was clear the most urgent thing would be to test each girl's skills first and foremost, before anything else. She was willing to get started with it already, which was perfectly translated into a wide smirk slowly being formed by her thin lips.<br/>
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