Breakfast completed, Karras was in the middle of tying her shoes to get to her classes for the day when a terminal from back in her living room went "Ding!"<br/><br/>As this terminal was not something she used on a day to day basis, she sighed, standing straight and moving towards it, reading the message sent off by Cassandra--the weird alien robot girl that she bumped into a few years back and occasionally had a chat with.<br/><br/>She read it, and frowned.<br/><br/>"So much for a nice morning"  she mutters, picking up a phone and pressing a certain speed-dial number.<br/><br/>"Yeah, this is Karra?  I'm not going to be in today...  No, it's not an army of evil villains, probably no more then a squad today...  Yes, I'll attend the make-up session...  Thanks, I'll get back to you when I'm done"<br/><br/>She set the phone down, and went for the door--picking up the sheathed blade propped up against a wall by the entrance, and looked off into the horizon.<br/><br/>"They're making me run, I hate having to do that"  She sighs again, and breaks off into a sprint, quickly accelerating far beyond any car, and all but the fastest of jets could muster.  Some people liked showing off flying--she always had trouble conceptualizing that as more then a bunch of platforms, so she tended to favor parkour at speeds well beyond anything that could be considered reasonable from a woman of her height and build.<br/><br/>The speed was nothing to be discounted though, and she would likely be along at any time.