Day 759

They sit in a circle, desks piled high around the walls-far too many to have fit comfortably in the room but this isn't about comfort. It's about art. Specifically non-traditional sculpture and how the use of mixed methods will be the Next Big thing once they're through with their training.

Every day begins and ends with the circle, in spite of their liberal nature they thrive on these little moments of order in their self imposed chaos. It reminds them to keep being human, to transcend themselves but not fully. Not yet anyway. Not until their canvas is ready.

Among all the categories of Student, the art kind are the least stable. It's how they choose to hunt and it's what makes them the most successful. Even the Staff crouch in the shadows as the art pack roams the courtyards between their department and the sensory gardens, some frantically scribbling notes on their strategies and the system of superiority in their pack.

Come morning the grounds near the Staff room are littered with crumpled sheets of paper, full of detailed diagrams showing hunting formations and guesses as to which Student is the leader. They have no idea, the artists work in flurries of rapid movement before settling into gradual stalking and elaborate traps to contain and torment their prey.

They seem to thrive on suffering, be it theirs or whoever gets in their way, Staff and Student alike. Nobody is ever quite safe from them, not even when they retreat to their own department with fresh kills and painting supplies. There is always the chance that a Solo Artist is waiting in some obscure corner or seemingly impossible hiding place just itching for someone to come near enough to strike.

Their art can be found not just in their department but in all of the other Student territories, showing no discernible preference or intention other than to mark that they had been there. Some images show clear signs that another Student has tried to cover up or remove the art only for it to be redone, deeper and harder to remove, bigger then before and smothered in warning sigils designed to kill the next person to touch it.