<a class="postlink" href="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1452ad56dfef6794668b809f94dc3257/tumblr_inline_p2xyh6FM5W1trff3p_540.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He couldn’t find Nev fast enough.  Motto’s near collision with a gaggle of female students earned a laugh from one of them while the others were indignant.  It was possible that someone might have already told, but he wanted to be the first one so badly!  Classes were changing and Motto’s path was filling up with students from all directions.  Spotting the familiar neatly groomed head of hair, the less well-kept cadet did his best to get around the groups of people as they all converged into a single mass without direction.  Motto dipped below a stationary pair’s conversation and cut through an established line of moving people before opting to take a more direct route.  Jumping up, he vaulted off an arched doorway; switching his gravity destabilizers on as he did so.  The teen’s momentum carried him upward as well as forward, allowing him to essentially run along the wall’s length above the crowded mess.  The move got him noticed, but Motto continued to run until he reached a corner.  There he cussed before careening into a wall and dropping to the floor as his stabilizers reinitialized.  This part of the hallway was clearer anyway.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">“NEV!”</span></span>He called out, and sprinted in his friend’s direction.<span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">“You’re not gonna believe this!”</span></span><br/><br/>“CADET BROOK.”  An instructor stood waiting with her arms crossed, but he bolted past with his entire focus being the blonde just seven meters ahead.<br/><br/>In his typical overt and affectionate manner, Motto leapt at the handsome cadet with every intention of tackling him to the ground before a breathless,<span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">“We got in.  We made it, Nev!  The list is up and OUR NAMES ARE ON IT.”</span></span><br/><br/>“Headmaster’s office.  Now.”  The female instructor loomed over the stocky teen with wild hair.  Her expression was eerily calm, and Motto noticed she was holding a containment emitter pointed at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Shit.”</span></span>