In Master's Oracle National High School, or better known as MONHS houses teenagers who wield supernatural powers. One such class, the DelaRama section houses a rather somewhat unique teenagers who some wield almost godlike powers. Now we take a look...
Marl:"...Seriously, your much scarier in person." Marl said to Jarule.
Jarule:"Me? Now that's impossible. How can I scare someone with such a innocent face." Jarule lied as he let out a fake smile.
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Marl:"That's what's scary about ya. I don't know you're real emotions. Unlike me who just let them out rampant." He explained his fear of Jarule.
Jarule:"Hahaha! If you want to know. You'll need a certain classmate of mine to drag it out." He informed Marl.
At this point, Marl was confused. Even though him and Jarule were one in the same. Both excluded from society for what they both represent, Jarule was much more deeper into the abyss than him. That's probably why his the incarnate of negativity.
Marl:"Whataver. Now, what do we do now?" Marl asked.
Jarule:"Hehehe~ I want to see how the winner's win first. Just help Jeremie for now. I'll do my part as well as her part." He answered, referencing another ally.
Marl:"...You're weird, you know that."
Jarule:"Meh, I've heard worst.
IN THE SPA VISUAL ARTS ROOM
No Pov:
The classrooms were currently quiet. Since most of the students were excused. The only people left in the VA room was their subject teacher. Mr Resaldo Quilicot as he sat down in the middle of the room as many trophies surrounded his area.
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These trophies were from many art contests he attended. But the trophies hold different purposes as they were all places in a seemingly specific pattern around the area.
Resaldo:"Hmm...look's like it's all set." He said to himself.
As he sat aside the last trophy, Sir Resaldo took out a piece of paper and started to read the letters written on it. It said...
"Can't wait to see you again."
"SLMM"
Sir Resaldo couldn't help but laugh at the letter he knew who that person was and he was quite fond of the man too. But knowing it was from that man is the reason he set all of this up. An array of trophies. Acting as wavepoints forming what we call...ley lines.
