Thread: Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

Her silent treatment after that snide remark made him grumble in distaste. Goddamn that woman, so insufferable. Taking his seat at the other end of the classroom, Alexander soon sighed as he set down his stuff beside his seat. With a dull look on his face, a single held pencil lightly tapped its tip against the surface of the desk while waiting for everyone to come in. He could see everyone's face and the flurry of either dread or just plain not caring. Whatever! These people were idiots, this was such an important test! Well, at least to Alexander. And, well, the snarky spell casting witch on the other side of the desks. Right now, she was his largest red flag and enemy for the coveted spot to attend Accel. He couldn't let this woman win. This was such an opportunity of a lifetime he'd be the only one in his family to be in Accel, and better, a chance at being a Vanguard. Alexander wasn't going to let Abigail take that away from him. The Berserker picked up his head as he looked over towards the teacher, hearing the rules being laid out on the line. The idea of an invisible proctor though, that was curious. And rather ingenious actually. But honestly though, cheating? It was only hurting the cheater in the long run. Well, why did he care? This was his shining moment. Thus, when the teacher seemed to eye the clock, watching the second hand closely, Alexander swallowed a lump in his throat. He could hear it echoing in the air as if he was waiting in line for his chance at the chopping block. Yet it soon reached the 12 at the very top of the clock, to which the signal to commence the test was given. Nimble fingers lifted his pencil in hand and began to read while jotting down answers. He didn't need to look, knowing that somehow Abigail was beating him. That made his blood boil a bit. No, no, he needed to keep a level head. Alexander closed his eyes for a moment, taking in those precious seconds off his test to take a deep breath. Even so though, it helped calm him down and give him the determination he needed. It was with that determination that he blazed through the first section of the test with ease, just as Abigail had done, some others following shortly behind, though with uncertainty. There was a cocky grin on his face. Smug. Assured. Victory in this section was his, no need to even look back. It helped him catch up to the woman, and so he continued on. Alexander didn't pay much attention to when the teacher spoke, especially since he didn't hear his name. Though when suddenly the person behind him just, literally, disappeared , Alexander picked up his head to look up at the teacher, who only nodded as if to say Continue. Well, no harm done to him. The Berserker continued at a heated pace, only pausing to swap out his pencil when the point broke on the previous one. Though later on, he did seem to run into a couple snags here and there. He studied, no doubt, but tests weren't exactly his strong suits. Abigail often took that cake. He didn't even come close to failing a test, but he still took longer, especially with more complex questions. He managed to truck along, using the process of elimination on most. Though, as luck would have it, there was the final question. 'S-Shit...' The lone word was drowned out by the bits of knowledge that he had in his head, trying to associate anything with the question. Luck, shunned by Abigail. Man, he could use that on his side sometimes. To make matters worse, he heard Mr. Weiss. Five minutes left!. 'Ugh, no...!' Alexander chewed on his pencil a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the side of his head. 'Okay, no no, we got this. So... yeah, if that theory is based on... yeah, on him, that legendary tactician then... uh-huh...' . Calming down wasn't helping. The nerves were getting to him, and he knew that would mess him up. Alexander felt like he was getting at it more, but it was still a blur to him. Yet without even paying attention, a full four minutes passed when yellow eyes peered to the clock. They widened as he quickly glanced down at his choices. He didn't have time to deeply analyze the question again. With a bit of hesitation and reluctance, Alexander did what he hated to do guess. It was time to collect the papers, the sound of a simple timer going off on the teacher's desk as he turned it off. For those remaining, the invisible proctor seemed to lift the sheets and stack them neatly into his unseen hands. They were soon brought to the teacher's desk. Well done for those that actually kept their eyes on their own papers. It shouldn't take long for the machine to grade your papers, give me about a couple minutes. Feel free to take a bathroom break, but come back to the room. And with that, the door opened on its own no doubt this invisible proctor again and out went the teacher, door closing right behind him. Immediately, Alexander slammed his head on his desk, pulling at his hair. I can't believe I had to fucking guess at the last question! No!!! The young man whined, fake sobbing as he wallowed in his own self-despair.