Rubbing the area where the pen had impacted his head, Artyom gave a somewhat confused answer, "I will remember and thank you for forgiveness?" His confusion grew when he was asked to pick which of the two groups only for the teacher to shortly thereafter to send them out on an errand.<br/><br/>"Ah well-" Artyom began to search through his pockets before finding the item he wanted: a simple coin and flipped it with his good hand, "Heads with Class president, tails with Sculptor." He announced more so to himself than anyone else before catching it.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">Result: Tails</div>
</div><br/><br/>Taking the test paper from the yellow alien he gave his answer, "Sensei, it appears I will be joining with the Sculptor. Also I last saw Miss Ruby on the roof before I went to the nurse. I am not sure where she has gone if she is not here." Already the remaining students seemed intently focused on their work... well at least one of them was. With a simple gesture he greeted them not wanting to disrupt them and focused on his own work.<br/><br/>The bizarre looking letters didn't faze him, there were far worse things he had been forced to study back home, most of it forbidden by normal standards and some obscure, demonic to slivered hints of the knowledge of the outer-realm. Yet there was something off about this test.  Something far more sinister.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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 Intellect: 14+9=23</div>
</div><br/>As he began to decipher the letters his face went pale as sweat dripped off his forehead. And soon he had translated the title of his test, his jaw fell open and hit the desk as despair took him. The test quizzed him on the most dreaded subject of all:<b><i><span style="text-decoration: underline">Economics</span></i></b>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>