Who: Sparx Larsa<br/>For: Open<br/>Where: Heading to the offices.<br/>When: Mid Afternoon, Sunday<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Sparx was relieved to hear that class ended. Between that impossible climb, becoming the class lead, and having to deal with those cursed marks on his arms and legs, this was an utterly exhausting day. On top of that, the damn Henrick guy took out Siren and, on top of that, started sparring with Shizuru-sama after she'd scolded the both of them. ~Ugh!~ Today was just too much. All he wanted to do was finish creating his game, but it didn't seem like he'd get any work done here at school either. Oh well. Looks like he'd just have to pull an all-nighter later if he wanted to get anything done. Now that class was over, he could head over to the computer lab and get some work done, but at the same time, he felt like he should check on Siren to make sure she was okay.<br/><br/>He stood up and thanked the heavens for removing the marks on his body, and then he activated his hover board. He was exhausted after a long day's work and he'd be damned if he was actually going to<em>walk</em>after dealing with all this bullshit. He leaned forward and began coasting down the side of the mountain path with his new robes still on his shoulders. He never gained the strength to even get dressed, but it didn't seem like the demoness really minded. As far as Sparx was concerned, she didn't shove a spiked vibrator up his rectum, so today's class was a success.<br/><br/>As he coasted down the hill, he could overhear some of the students talking about the start of the new semester, meeting up with old friends; regular things like that. There was one thing, however, that cast a frozen shell over the tech-geek's face. He heard someone say something about this semester's missions being even more dangerous than last semester's.<br/><br/>~Fuck!~ Ever since Sparx joined the academy he'd been doing his best to avoid going on any of the academy's posted missions. He was a weak and fragile human, after all. He wouldn't last a minute out on the field against creatures who want to pick their teeth with his bones. At the same time, he knew that he couldn't pass the academy accumulating the required Mission Credits. He was really screwed this time. Especially now with the rumor that this year's missions will be even more dangerous than last year's. Sparx could vividly remember medics carting students who got the shit kicked out of them back onto school grounds nearly every day after doing one of Pandora Academy's missions. If this time around those missions would be even harder, Sparx didn't think he'd make it.<br/><br/>~M-maybe I should go check on the mission board as well...~ Hopefully, if he could confirm that the missions wouldn't be too hard, then he'd be able to go to sleep tonight without wetting the bed. Of course, he could also confirm that the demon hunts would be so impossibly deadly to his health that he might just jump off the school roof. Either way, he much rather have a spiked dildo in his rectum.<br/><br/>"SIREN!" Sparx leaned forward and his hover board shot down the hill towards the school, and then he hit a quick turn towards the offices. He knew that, by himself, there'd be no way he'd get anywhere on these missions. Siren seemed the most likely candidate to help him out if he asked, so he rushed off towards the medical office hoping she was still there. Maybe if he begged, or performed some sort of blood ritual for her, she'd agree to keep him somewhat alive long enough for him to pass. It was his only chance.