Noin crossed her arms underneath her bust as she waited for Heavy Arms to comply to her orders. Noin didn't want to have to babysit Heavy Arms all the time. She had her own work that was piling up exponentially that she could only work on while Heavy Arms was<em>suppose</em>to be in class. She was lucky that she was giving the order by Lady Un herself to watch Heavy Arms, otherwise Lady Un would have had Noin's amazing ass in a sling! Though as Heavy Arms asked Noin to get her more micromissiles, Noin's eyebrow twitched in irritation as a vein started to bulge from her forehead. "400.<em>Only</em>400 she says. Heavy Arms, how many times do you have to be told that you're<strong>Not</strong>allowed to stockpile ammunition?" Noin growled. "Yes, each student here is allowed to have a small stash of munitions for training purposes. A<em>small</em>stash. But by all rights, you should have none for being put on your third probation. It is only by Headmaster Revil's kindness that you're allowed to keep your "Stockpile". How it has not fallen through to the room below is a testament to the advances in modern structural engineering." Noin stated in a stressed sigh. As angry, or rough as Noin sounded, and acted. She truly cared for Heavy Arms. She did not want to see her<em>Neutralized</em>. Memories of Psycho Gundam was always enough to give the woman Cold shivers.<br/><br/>"Yes, I can schedule simulator time, but It will not be during classes. I've been monitoring your attendance reports, and find that you seem to disappear for certain classes. As well as "Unauthorized Simulator Activations" Have been logged into the system. Perhaps I should talk with the teachers, and have you scheduled for remedial classes turning your normal sim time." Noin threatened with a coy smile. From a distance it would appear that Noin was being mean to Heavy Arms on purpose, and in a way she was. It was one of the few things Noin, or the other instructors had to do to get through to her. "As for allowing you to immerse, Do well on your tests, all of them, tomorrow and I'll consider some immersion time on Sunday. Granted, your armaments won't have any munitions, but you would be Immersed." Noin stated. Ensuring that Heavy Arms had to work to get what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Let's go. It's late, and I'm starving." Noin stated before turning to start for the door. Though after a few steps, she stopped and sniffed her uniform. "Jeez, I need a shower too." She groaned as it appeared her night was far from being over.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img0.diarynote.jp/photo/l/20060820/60264_20060820225603.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Baths<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>K9, Open<br/><br/>Noin was not the only person that was thinking about Psycho Gundam. As Gouf sat there, patting K9 on the head,  her mind was elsewhere. She remembered that day she wrestled a thrashing Psycho gundam to the bed. It was a horribly sobering experience. Seeing the doctor slip that long tapered needle underneath Psycho's eyelid. A couple of the other MS girls closed their eyes, and turned away so they wouldn't look. However, People came in, and forced them to look. To watch as one of their own was giving a fate worse than death. To have her screams etched into their memory, and psyche forever.<br/><br/>Just a couple of taps with the small metal mallet was all it took to silence Psycho's pleas forever. Gouf heard the loud clink as the hammer struck the base of the needle, driving it up into Psycho's brain. How her ridged body instantly relaxed, and then simply laid there like a doll on the table before she was carted out through another set of double doors.<br/><br/>The MS Girls were left to stand there in the darkened room surrounding the small medical tray that held the tools that were used on Psycho. Her blood still dripping from the needle as a single light shone down upon it. Minutes ticked by as all the girls were forced to stare at the instruments. The smell of the blood permeating their noses for an eternity before another entity stepped into the room. Though he never revealed himself. Only his deep voice was heard, and remembered<br/><br/><em>Remember what you saw here today, and let others know as well. Never forget that if you slip up <strong>just</strong> enough. It will be <strong>YOU</strong> on that table next.</em><br/><br/>Gouf's reminiscing was interrupted when she felt something poking her cheek. Really!? what is up with everyone, and trying to poke her? Gouf let out a sigh as she turned to regard her assaulter, K9. The girl was cute, and adorable in a "want to smother with hugs" kinda way. Gouf didn't say anything but simply continued to pet the cute GM Sniper.