The class had already arrived, though they found that their new professor was still absent. It wasn't the new professor's fault; although she had left on time, Vanya was just a tad bit slower than most people due to her heart. And there had also been a certain annoying spirit following her around that really needed to be sent away, which required a
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Standing in the doorway was a young warrior. Not yet fitted for an official school uniform she walked in still clad in her armor, a steel breastplate and large two-handed sword strapped to her back. It was awkward enough on the first day of class to wear an old uniform from a previous school out of necessity. To come armed and still dressed for Swordfighting class stood out even more so.
"When a warrior falls in battle, a soul is drawn to Hel." But the newcomer did not speak of the same Hell that was often spoken of at a Catholic school. She continued on as she searched for a seat towards the back of the room. "Those who died with honor feast forevermore in the hallowed halls of Valhalla. But if thine deeds do thyself shame, or craven acts not befitting so glorious an end, the dishonored dead go to the realm...of..." Here she stalled as if trying to recall an answer that she had only heard of. Her once confident voice accidentally rose into something of a question. "Niffleheim?"
((OOC: Sorry, couldn't think of a Rei answer that I liked. Though Vanya might get a kick out of it given her nationality?))
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