on himself, the pictures got no bigger. The meaning of these pictures was one of a million things Jay still wanted to learn.
“Ok, well I guess we can call it a day. You should be fine for the retake of your defensive tactics week two test, and worst case scenario we can always keep reviewing this material and you can take the week three test again next week. Things should be a little easier for you for a while, we’re going to begin applying what we’ve learned on Monday, and you seem to do better when you can get up and learn actively.”
“How do you know we’re working on applied material Monday?” Jay did not recall the professor mentioning that in class. He feels like he would have remembered something like that.
“Open your notebook to the very first page.” Jay did as Michael suggested, and sure enough the first thing written on his notes from day one was the syllabus. Jay could see on the timeline that weeks four through six involved defense from each of the three power groups. It said that each day would touch on a different defensive maneuver, alternating between the groups being defended against.
“Well that looks like fun.”
“Yeah, right up your ally. I’ll be curious to see if any of their defense against the Prometheus tactics work against you. Maybe next week you can help me study.”
Jay knew Michael said this out of jest, but he still felt uncomfortable talking about his ability. Ever since he learned that he was abnormal, even compared to the other Prometheus, he has been wondering why the power has developed differently for him. He made sure to block these thoughts as best he could from Michael. They hadn’t learned blocking thoughts in class yet, but he was able to figure out the basics of some minor blocks on his own. One thing he was surely getting out of class was that it was his best time to think. It seemed like his abilities thrived under pressure, when a professor was nearby waiting to see if he could do the task required of him. Unfortunately this did not seem to apply to the defensive maneuvers class. Jay wondered if this was in part due to a subconscious feeling that he did not need to prove himself as much to that professor since he was a Titan instead of a Prometheus.
When they got back to the dormitory after studying, they noticed two signs posted on the door. The top one read: “Simulation Games Try-Outs: Next Friday by the Track”. There were three pictures surrounding the words; one of a Prometheus tripping a Hermes, one of a Hermes running circles around a Titan, and one of a Titan holding a Prometheus up by his shirt. Jay figured the pictures must have been drawn by a Titan, since even in the picture where the Titan was being bested it looked big and powerful. The second sign was written in hand writing. It simply said “Dorm room meeting, 7 o’clock.”
CHAPTER 6
AT 7 O’CLOCK on the dot, Duke stood up out of his bed and began to speak in a loud voice.
“Ok, this meeting should not take very long, so if any of you are planning on meeting up with any cute Prometheus females after this, you can’t blame your tardiness on me.” Duke was a friendly guy, and Jay could see he enjoyed joking with “his first years”. Duke paused for laughter, but the group was too busy wondering what the meeting was about to laugh, and Duke himself was the only one to so much as chuckle. After an awkward moment, Duke continued.
“As you can see from the sign on the door, there will be try-outs for the Simulation Games. First of all, I wanted to clarify the poster; it says ‘next Friday’, but it is not talking about tomorrow, it is referring to a week from tomorrow. I don’t want any of you showing up a week early and making yourselves look stupid. Second, I actually don’t want any of you showing up at all. I can’t forbid you from trying out, and I’m not trying to. I just want to warn you, since
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