RPG Anime Stereotype High School [PG-VSL]

[Kei]

[b]Sept. 7, 8:40 AM[/b]

[color=darkblue]Sneaking every so silently into her room, the lecherous old priest, Minaki, made his way toward Kat's sleeping form.

He'd been trying to make his move all night, but was often thwarted when nearing success by her wild flailings and mutterings of ugly Puchuus being slaughtered. Even after suffering bumps, bruises, and several near-concussions, Minaki was not one to give up. He could also be stupid that way.

As he slowly and silently kneeled down, saliva beginning to run from his nouth as he touched her night yukata, Kat's eyes suddenly flew open and she jumped up, knocking Mikani into a nearby wall with ease.

"You stay back, plushie of evil!!!" she yelled panting. Upon realizing she'd woken up from her nightmare, she stared in the direction of the crater in the wall where Mikani was still stuck. "Oh, good morning, monk."

Mikani managed a pained "unh" as a response before sliding down the wall and landing with a loud thud.

"You seem well. Is pretty day for resting, yes?"

Picking himself up off the floor, Minaki brushed himself off and lightly probed his magical bandage covered bump, glancing at Kat with longing in his eyes.

"You're supposed to have school today, aren't you? It's the 7th."

"Eh? Yesterday was 5th, not 6th. Silly monk."

"...No. Yesterday was the 6th. You just slept through it. Check the calendar."

Kat walked out of the room and down the hall, muttering in English the old man was going senile. Needless to say, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw that he was right. Running back at full throttle, Kat hastily began throwing off her night clothes and changing into her day ones, being careful to mind the various objects in the room. After grabbing her katanas and throwing on her shoes, she quickly jumped out the window and was off to school, leaving Mikani with his nose gushing blood like a waterfall.

"Bliss. Utter bliss, if only for a second..." he said as he passed out from excitement.[/color]

[Ezekiel]

[B]Sept. 7 8:00am[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric sighed and looked at his clocked as it bleeped at him, telling him to wake up....which would have been quite useful if he had been asleep in the first place. Which he wasn?t.....he was in a very uncomfortable position on the floor, where he had been for the last three hours after falling out of bed in an attempt to ward off a Leprechaun.

The boy rolled himself over backwards, lying on the floor, at least this was more comfortable...but still, he needed to get up.
Standing groggily, he took one step forward and braced himself on the bed. But after one glance in the mirror at his hair...he screamed, which defiantly woke him up.[/COLOR]

[B]8:25am[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric was still trying to brush all the knots out of his 3 foot long hair. He'd had to take out the pony tail and brush for a solid 10 minutes just to make it semi-tidy.
Tears were running down his face as his hair tugged in the brush, sending a short jab of pain into his scalp every time.
"Why do you hate me so...?" he asked through the tears, "I love you so much and yet you hurt me like this?"
After more brushing, more pleading and more crying...finally some victory dancing, Imric was ready to go to school.

He grabbed his book bag and timetable, ready for the day ahead. As he was walking down the stairs, skipping two at a time in his strangely good mood, he made the mistake of looking at his timetable.
His eyes focused on Creative Writing.

"Oh....fiddlesticks....."
Was all he managed to get out as he lay, again on his back, at the bottom of the stairs.
"This will make for a interesting day."
just as he tried to stand up, he was promptly trampled by some invisible foot, hearing a giggle and seeing what looked like a wisp of smoke, the bishie sighed and gave up.[/COLOR]

[Shinmaru]

OOC: I hope it's okay that I went back to the Recruitment thread and added Villain Ethics to Jessica's schedule. I wanted to give her a little more to do for the time being, heh.

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[b]September 7th - 9:05 AM[/b]

The walk down the street was short and barely arduous. However, Jessica was feeling more than a bit pained by the time she got to the school. She had not been looking forward to attending classes again in the least. It did not help that Jessica's least favorite class from the year before, Villain Ethics, was her first class of the day. She had no understanding of this class at all. Everything taught in that musty, stuffy building only seemed to contradict everything that had been taught to the class earlier. The entire premise of the class was contradictory within itself! Since when did villains have ethics and a code of honor? Would it not be more to a villain's advantage to be callous, ruthless and unfeeling? When did honor and ethics begin to matter to villains?

Of course, all this inner thinking served to show was that, in fact, Jessica had no understanding of this class or the basic teachings of the class whatsoever. Nothing more.

Jessica strolled into the school and headed towards the classroom. It was still about five minutes before class started, so Jessica had plenty of time to get to the class. She approached the door and knocked loudly. She knew that she would be admonished harshly if she had knocked lightly and politely upon the door. The door flew open and Jessica stepped back quickly, barely evading the sudden rush. Jessica looked up and her eyes glazed over immediately. Standing before her was Professor Ken Wu-Fan, the youngest and cutest (in Jessica's opinion) professor at Tokyo Academy. Jessica kept the dreamy look in her eyes for a few seconds, before snapping out of it and standing to attention.

"Um," Professor Wu-Fan said. "Who are you?"

"Me?" Jessica asked. "I...I...I..."

"Yes, you," Professor Wu-Fan replied.

"My n-name is Jessica Hikari, sir," Jessica gulped. "I'm here for class."

"Oh," Professor Wu-Fan said. "Then you'd better head off."

"...what was that?" Jessica asked.

"Well, I don't have a class until later on this afternoon," Professor Wu-Fan replied. "I assume that you have Villain Ethics right now?"

"Yes, sir," Jessica said, blushing furiously and nodding in reply.

"The class is over that way," Professor Wu-Fan informed Jessica, pointing her in the right direction. "If you hurry, you can make it just in time." And with that, Professor Wu-Fan closed the door of his classroom. Jessica beat her fist into her forehead over and over and over again, all the while still red as a tomato.

"I can't believe I was so stupid!" Jessica snarled at herself. "I let my own stupid feelings get in the way of everything, and now I made myself look like a total idiot in front of Professor Wu-Fan!"

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The scene then turned gray and everything stopped moving. A giant piece of chalk with a graduation cap on its forehead appeared out of thin air with a small chalkboard. It took out a long stick and pointed it at the chalkboard.

"Perhaps some explanation is needed!" the giant piece of chalk said. He then proceeded to draw several ornate diagrams on the chalkboard whilst simultaneously explaining the current situation to the audience, and breaking the fourth wall.

"Deep within the cavernous, empty...caverns of her heart, Jessica secretly loved Bishieology more than any other class, and Professor Wu-Fan more than any other teacher. Jessica thought that nobody would be able to understand her own strange obsessions, so she had previously decided to bury all of her feelings within."

The giant piece of chalk smacked the stick against the chalkboard and smiled proudly.

"And now you know why she blushed!" he yelled. "Yay!"

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The scene reformed back to color, and Jessica turned tail and ran straight for the Villain Ethics class. She did not pause to slow down for water or to talk to any of the idiots who tried to persuade her into ditching the school for a lark. Jessica dived for the door and made it inside but one second before the bell rang.

"You're late," the Villain Ethics teacher spat. "Villains are never late. Back of the class!"

Jessica walked dejectedly to the back of the class and took her usual seat, moping all the while.

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OOC: Wow, this turned out a bit longer than I intended it to be lol.

[Solo Tremaine]

[SIZE=1]OOC: That's fine, Shin.[/SIZE]
[b]Sept 7th, 7:14am (and 45 seconds...)[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]In Sabre's bedroom everything lay quiet. Outside, the gentle sound of twittering birds caressed the room and a golden shaft of sunlight pierced through the gap in between the curtains. Sabre felt his blanket about his body and drew it in closer, glad that he was able to lie in for as long as he liked...

[SIZE=3][i]WAROOOGA! WAROOOGA![/i][/SIZE]

Sabre and Soushi cataputed themselves out of bed and blindly fumbled around for the source of the noise, barey awake enough to understand what was happening. Eventually, Soushi planted a fist firmly on Sabre's bright orange alarm clock, silencing the deafening noise.

The bishie boy sniffed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What..." his speech was broken by a long and leisurely yawn, accompaied by a stretch that cricked every bone in his body. "...was that?"

Sabre's eyes were barely open, his expression was akin to that of someone who'd been hit over the head with a large, sleep-inducing lemon*.

"Stupid clock's broken." he growled, not in the mood for eloquent speech.

As he inspected it closer, he read the date as carefully as he could.

7th September.

He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and read it again.

7th September.

There was a brief moment where Sabre stood perfectly still- not moving at all, hardly even breathing. Soushi watched him for a moment, then fell over backwards when the large wolf let out a piercing yell of fury.

"I MISSED IT!" he screamed, launcing himself onto a pillow and tearing out its stuffing with any and every sharp implement his body had available. Synthetic padding covered the floor like snow. Soushi considered throwing a stuffingball at Sabre to try and ease the mood, but guessed it would probably act as an invitation for the wolf to do the same to him as the pillow. Instead, he quietly cleared his throat, waited for Sabre to bury his head in the mattress muttering obscenities and said quietly:

"What did you miss?"

A low groan escaped from the depths of the carnage that was once Sabre's bed. He raised his head and bashed it against the wall repeatedly before falling over backwards to stare dejectedly at his framed [i]Love/Hate[/i] poster.

"The hundred and forty-first episode... It's getting really exciting..."

Soushi couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his face. "But it's repeated every day anyway. We can watch it tonight!" he chirruped.

Sabre's eyes closed in exasperation. "It's not the same..." He rubbed his face, massaging tiny bits of padding from his fur and calming down his facial muscles to try and relax them back into a less aggressive scowl. How could he miss it? He had reminders all over the flat. He'd spent months training his body to atune itself to the TV schedule so that he wouldn't miss it even if he was out in some tropical rainforest. What...

Then it clicked.

"Oh, it's Monday..."[/COLOR]

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[b]8.23am[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre had planned his recovery operation. He'd go through his lessons not listening to anyone extraneous and would simply lock himself in his flat as soon as Creative Writing had finished. No fuss, no problem.

Pulling on his best jacket (reserved for those days where he'd put up with nobody else for any reason), he opened the front door to his flat.

"Surprise!"

A breakfast-laden Soushi sprang up in front of him, grinning gleefully. "I made breakfast!" he giggled.

Sabre forced a smile and followed Soushi to the kitchen.[/COLOR]

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[b]sept. 7th, 8:37 a.m.[/b]

[color=blue]Suzuki walked around the grounds with a frown on her face. She draged her hammer on the ground as she slumped her shoulders.

"Man, I don't have class till' 12:05....and 2:25....which leaves nothing in-between. I am just soooooo bored," she mumbled to herself, "wait, so why the hell did I get up early!? Danmit! I could be sleeping right about now!" She yelled as she pulled some hair out of her head.

She paused for a moment and looked over to the dorms. A wicked smile formed on her face as she stared to ponder.

'[i]Hhmm....I wonder if he's awake. I do have some time to kill so I think I might want to bug him for awhile. I hope Mr. Puppy won't mind.[/i]'

She smiled even bigger as dropped her huge hammer on the ground. Suzuki did a 360 turn, stuck her arm out and did the peace sign. Suddenly, a beam of gold light shot down on her as her eyes sparkled.

"MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Ack! *cough* *choke*," Suzuki choked on her own spit as she did her evil laugh, " man I got to work on that....but anyway, I'd love to pay vi-"

Suzuki stopped in mid speech as she felt a tug on her pants. She looked down to find a scared little chibi cluching to her leg.

"Please, help me! I'm a freshmen and a junior mech bully is after me!" The chibi cried.

Suzuki just sighed and lifted her leg up, " listen, I don't have time for your crap right now. Soooooo....DEAL WITH YOUR OWN PROBLEMS!!!!!" And with, she kicked him off her leg and walked away.

The chibi shreeked as the junior mech came and stomped on him. Suzuki didn't care for freshmen and just kept walking to the dorms. She entered the building leaving her hammer there as she started climbing the stairs. Her wooden shoes clacked against the steps as she made her way to the top floor where the "puppy" lived. She made her way to a door and then, of course, knocked like an idiot on it. She stopped when she heard footsteps. A wolf like person answered and just looked at her.

"PUPPY!!!!!!!!!" Suzuki screemed and jumped on him.

"Ugh! The names Sabre!"[/color]

O.O.C. I hope it's alright I came to your place Solo.

[Hevn]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B][COLOR=Purple]September 6 4.21am[/COLOR]

A trail of small and fluffy white clouds floated above Ken?s head. It led to a bigger cloud that showed random blurry images of noisy pixies flying around and a blue-braided boy charging a fireball at his door. Ken?s sleeping face twitched every now and then as earlier events that night haunted him in his dreams.

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[COLOR=Purple]September 7 4.21am[/COLOR]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][I]*MECHAMECHAAA KURUSHII KABE DATTE FUI NI NAZE KA?*[/I][/COLOR]

Poof! [COLOR=SeaGreen][I]*BUCHIKOWASU YUUKI TO POWER WAITE KURU NO WAAAA*[/I][/COLOR]

?I?ll get you Kagushiiii!!!!? [COLOR=SeaGreen][I]*MECHAMECHA KIBISHII HITOTACHI GA FUI NI MISETA*[/I][/COLOR]

?@#$%!? [COLOR=SeaGreen][I]*YASASHISA NO SEI DATTARI SUR UN DAROU NEEE!!!*[/I]

[I]*A-RI-GA-TO-U GO-ZA-IIII-MASU!!*[/I][/COLOR]

The clouds dissolved with a poof as the sound-sensitive professor was awakened from his nightmare by a Japanese singing cat known to him as his beloved alarm clock.

?What the?? Not again?? Apparently, Ken didn?t have to be too appalled because of the untimely warning of his timepiece. A Yuyu Hakusho song played by his anti-time-messing clock only meant one thing. Time?s been muddled with either forward or backward. He looked at the clock as it automatically held up a picket sign and nodded in disagreement. It read 'September 7, First Day of School'. Ranting, he turned off his other clock and started making his bed.

"Damn Okari... can't stop his evil pyramidal-shaped hands from messing up with time. He's well aware that un-replay-able television shows will be missed, today's newspapers will be left blank because nothing happened yesterday or... yesterday's supposed day, September 6 birthday celebrants' parties are wasted, not to mention that chickens will... and I haven't even planned my lecture for Creative Writing!"

Professor Ken cussed as he prepared himself for the day. He started off with his daily routine of taking an hour-long solemn bath, this time, thinking of a plan to make a 'Teacher's Association against the Time-Meddling and Virus-Spreading Principal of Tokyo Academy , Gondo Okari!' (TATMAVSPOTA, GO!)


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[COLOR=Purple]OOC: Yeah, I know. Long senseless abbreviation. But any association should have one![/COLOR]


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[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][center][b]September 7th - 07:42 hrs[/b][/center]

[I]Vegi yawned loudly as his alarm clock blared in the distance, Sabre had been in his usual mood when they had met the previous night in the sports field, it had been the first time in three months he'd seen him and they spent the better part of an hour talking. Sabre was one of the few people Vegi regarded grudgingly as a friend, mainly because they shared a few things in common including a stupid requirement of world domination... and the fact that Vegi was one of the few people who didn't want to kill Sabre. He looked across the room at the remnants of his 5th smashed alarm clock this month, he really had to control himself when he woke, that or he had to get a stronger alarm clock. Vegi scratched himself a few times and yawned once more before blinked in disbelief at the cracked L.E.D. display on the alarm clock, [b]07:45, Mon, Sept 7th[/b].

"This has to be a mistake" he thought, there was no way an entire day had just disappeared, it didn't really matter anyway just as long as he was on time for his first class... Villain Ethics, as much as he enjoyed school this was one of his less preferred classes, mainly due to the fact that Principal Okari was a bit of a weirdo. As if one cue Jeeves snuck into the room, breaking his master's chain of thoughts and scaring the crap out of him, if there was one thing Jeeves was good at, it was being sneaky. He rose out of the bed at last, he was fortunate that his first class wasn't for another hour or so, Jeeves had already taken the liberty of getting out his clean clothes and stood awaiting his dirty linen before leaving. Walking towards the bathroom Vegi scratched his back once more before entering to take a shower, in the hope of being better able to understand what had happened this morning...[/I]

[center][b]Fifteen Minutes Later...[/b][/center]

[I]On exiting he handed over his dirty clothing to Jeeves, Jeeves hadn't been caught aware by this change of the space-time continuum as he stood to perfect attention in his "Monday" clothes, not that these were very different to the suits he wore every other day of the week, except for the fact that the inner waistcoat was a navy, indicating it was Monday. Vegi stood puzzled at Jeeves wondering exactly how he maintained such a precise knowledge of the inner-workings of space-time to be so accurate. Quickly changing into his clean clothes at a speed most humans would regard as "really-really-fast" Vegi strode over to his mirror to examine himself. "Blast" he thought "I've done it again", everything about his appearance was in order save for the fact that his boxers were on the outside of his trousers. Quickly correcting this set back he walked into the kitchen expecting his breakfast waiting for him, though he might as well starve if it was porridge again...[/I]

[b]Jeeves:[/b] I saw how despondent young master Vegi was when he saw porridge for breakfast two days ago, so I decided instead to make you up something a little more to your liking. [[I]Hands him over a bowl of cereal[/I]].

[b]Vegi:[/b] Ah [b]Super-Choclately-Double-Sugarred-100%-Nutrient-Free-Brand-Cereal[/b], [[I]Munches loudly before burping in a comic fashion, indicating he was finished[/I]].

[center][b]September 7th 08:45[/b][/center]

[I]Vegi grabbed his school bag from the chair next to the door before going out onto the balcony to survey what lay below him in [b]Osaka House[/b], he could see several students groaning only now realising that their predicament at having lost their day of rest before their first Monday in Tokyo Academy. He did this every first day of term, and as much as he found it fun he would probably get a severe warning from that's stupid janitor or some passing teacher on endangering himself in dangerous stunts. Walking up to banister that surrounded the balcony he grabbed a hold of it before launching himself into the air and free-falling towards the ground some 200 feet below. He heard several screams from new students, who like their teachers were unaware that Vegi could fly as he wasn?t actually human. Landing softly and making a gigantic crater in the parking lot, he brushed off some dust before continuing on towards the school, ignoring the cries of "IDIOT !!" and "DUDE !!" from behind him[/I]

[center][b]30 minutes later in Villain Ethics[/b][/center]

[I]Vegi sat non-pulsed as Principal Okari gave another of his boring lectures, 2 years ago this class had been fascinating, now it was just plain dull. Taking the initiative he rolled up a small piece of paper into a ball and fired it across the room into the face of another student, said student being caught both unaware and their sheer velocity of the paper was thrown clear out of their desk. Sabre grinned beside him seeing what happened although Gondo was less impressed, tutting annoyedly and sent three of the front student flying back he narrowed his eyes on Vegi and went for the kill...[/I]

[b]Principal Okari:[/b] Mr Vegitible, since you've obviously been paying close attention to the lecture from the beginning, I wonder if you tell me what I just said.

[b]Vegi:[/b] [[I]Quietly[/I]] Damn it... Ummm [[I]Attempting to remember[/I]] ...How Heroes are silly because they wear tights ?

[b]Principal Okari:[/b] [[I]Gritting teeth in anger[/I]] Very good, Mr Vegitible...[/size]

[Ezekiel]

[B]Sept. 7th ~9:12[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]As Imric wandered around the corridors he considered something, stopping and pausing, he slowly drew out his timetable.

[I]Villain Ethics...
.....
Villain Ethics...
....
Break....

Why the hell did I get up early?![/I]

He sighed and bashed his head against a handy vending machine, which groaned and wobbled. Imric boggled and then made a grab for it, realising who/what he had just hit.

"My apologies, 28...."

"Yabaku28...Kagushi....no...problem." the machine 'computer yawned' (somehow)
"You woke me up early..."
Imric bowed his head, "Sorry about that, but I think you've already paid me back." he pointed at his forehead where a lump was quickly forming.
The machine did a few [I]ha ha ha's [/I] and then left, leaving Imric grumbling about being tired AND polite for no reason.

He stalked down the corridor, daring any first years to just look at him, the usual vein popped in his forehead and thunder rolled in the small black clouds encircling his head,
"It is not my day...and it's only the first?all I need now is to OOF!"

He fell back, landing on his backside with a very sore shoulder,
"Who the hell?!"
"Good morning, Mr. Kagushi."
"Ah, Professor, how's the apartment?" Imric smirked and pulled himself up off the floor, brushing himself off and flicking his long hair over his shoulder, eyes glistening and teeth shining, he flashed Prof. Ken one of his best 'bishie smiles'.
The Professor blushed slightly and twitched,
"Do you have lessons to go to?"
"No, I got up to early." the clouds gathered again.
"In that case, go do something useful."
"I am"
"What?"
"...."
"What?!"
"That is...."
"TELL ME, KAGUSHI?!"
"....a secret. Mwehehehe!" with that, Imric took off again, laughing all the way down the corridor as he heard the Professor explode into rage once again. Then came the silence, the gasp of the first years, and mindless jabbering from Ken Wu-Fan as the Principle questioned him no what was wrong.

Imric just couldn?t help himself, he wiped the tears away and walked towards the library, for today, his mission was complete.[/COLOR]

[DeathBug]

[b]7/9, 07:09[/b]

[size=1][font=comic sans ms][color=indigo]Kiyoshi sat up suddenly in his bed, eyes wide open.

"Gasp! Feeling change in...time space continuim! Fabric of space...warping! Must talk like...William Shatner!"

Something had to be done, of course, Tampering with the fabric of time itself was an incredibly dangerous procedure, not to mention the personal inconvieniences caused by missing The Simpsons yesterday. A carefully planned and expertly executed response was needed, designed to cut directly to the heart of the problem and create harmony within the local temporal sphere.

So, Kiyoshi ate a bowel of ceral for breakfast. In his underwear. There; all was now at peace.

Quickly showering and dressing in his school uniform, Kiyoshi was out the door like a flash, leaving and indistinguishable blurr to any passing students. For you see, he had places to go.

First, the costume shop, to leave a deposit.

Then, the local Super Fun Party Time Wearhouse, to reserve a stero system and some good Party Fun Music. (TM)

Then, to the park, to patrol for pigeons.

Three pigeons and two grenades later, Kiyoshi was back on campus, dashing to make it to class before the final bell.

"Villain Ethics? Isn't that an oxy moron? or at least a hydro moron? If I fail this class, is that a bad thing, or a good thing? I'll shoot for a 'C' and hedge my bets."

Three minutes before the bell rang, Kiyoshi slid into a seat in the last row, looking all together inconspicuous, and almost normal, save the smell of gun powder and grilled fowl on him.

The first class should be very intersting, he thought as he waited for the professior to begin.[/color][/size][/font]

[Arcadia]

[size=1]While quite a few of the school's students were up and about, Aya was still snoozing comfortably in her bed. How she got in her bed, she wasn't entirely sure, but it was a little cozier than the broom closet she'd been in earlier. Especially since that mop kept trying to molest her.

Except ... hadn't that been Saturday, and not yesterday?

She puzzled over the lost time before coming to the conclusion that it really required too much effort on her behalf, and promptly forgot whatever it was that had previously occupied her brain.

After a few minutes of trying to snuggle deeper into the matress and back to blissful sleep, she gave up and stared blearily at the clock. [i][b]10:41[/b]? Almost lunch time.[/i] (Nevermind the fact that she didn't have breakfast, of course.)

Yawning and stretching like a cat, Aya decided that the idea of lunch was a very good one and began to make herself presentable to the world. After seven minutes of careful attention to her teeth, she moved on to her daily shower. As she washed, carefully shampooing every strand of her unnaturally healthy, greenish hair, she thought ahead to what she might wear for her first day of class. After all, three years of Hair and Beauty had taught her many, many things, and like any true feline Aya was very particular about her appearance - especially that manicured bedhead that she was infamous for.

She had just barely finished rinsing her beloved hair when the water completely shut off. There was still conditioning to do, and herbal treatments, and water was certainly necessary for both (even though she wasn't a huge of fan of H20 in general). Hissing something very unladylike under her breath, Aya quickly pulled on her fluffy yellow robe and marched out of her room, still sopping wet. She [i]hated[/i] being wet, but even worse was the fact that she wasn't anywhere near done with her shower. [i]Somebody[/i] was going to pay for this monstrosity, that was for damn certain, and she was pretty sure it was going to be the first person she met.[/size]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]Sept 7th, 8:36am[/b]

[color=#503f86]Sabre had enjoyed his breakfast. If he cared to admit it, Soushi was a pretty good cook- he was almost grateful to be living opposite, except the thought of further intrusions worried him slightly. As he sat picking bits of food from his teeth, contemplating the various things he had on his mind, there was a loud, [i]incredibly[/i] intrusive knock on his door. Leaping to his feet with the utmost irritation, he ripped the door open... and froze.

It was [i]her[/i].

Dumbfounded, he stared at her for a few seconds, then felt something incredibly large wrap itself around his nck and a blazing noise in his ears.

"PUPPY!" she screamed, nearly shaking his eardrums out of his ears.

He clenched his fists and collected up the calmest, most relxing images he could think of to try and stop himself from tearing the mad girl to pieces.

"Ugh... the name's Sabre."

The girl smiled widely, her grip unrelenting. "I know, but Puppy is [i]so CUTE[/i]!"

Sabre almost wretched. "I am not cute."

Susuki gave him a sly smile. "Oh, I think you are. Cutie Mr Puppy!"

"Was there a point to this... visit?" Sabre said with as much revulsion as he could muster. He wasn't against people coming to visit him, but if they did it had to be on his terms. Unless they came bearing [i]Love/Hate[/i] merchandise, of course. Then he was theirs. But he made special exception to Susuki, who he was sure had been stalking him ever since she arrived at the Tokyo Academy. If you ignored her brash, loud and incredibly bubbly personality, she was braeable. But her brash, loud and bubbly personality [i]was[/i] her.

He did find it quite flattering that she took time out of her schedule to follow him around, though...

Susuki shook her head madly, still grinning from ear to ear. "Do I need a reason, Pups? But I do have to go now. Classes in thirty-five minutes!"

Squeezing the last few ounces of breath from Sabre's body, she catapuled herself from him and disappeared down the stairs, giggling. Sabre shook himself, grabbed his satchel from the sofa and slamed the door shut, pretending he didn't notice that Soushi had been watching the entire time.

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[b]9.02am[/b]

[color=#503f86]Sabre strolled casually down the crowded hallways of the Academy, pleased that he was one of the tallest students in the school. It gave him a much greater vantage point to escape rampaging mechs.

Unfortunately, it made him a much greater target for teachers. Thankfully, he'd managed to sneak past Ooguchi whilst the lech sifted through the women's lost property boxes. He'd also managed to avoid Susuki so far- she probably had lessons in the afternoon, though.

As he rounded the corner to his Villain Ethics class, he noticed a sign on the wall:

[b]STUDENT REPRESENTATIVES WANTED- SEE VICE-PRINCIPAL FOR DETAILS[/b]

Dismissing it with his usual derisive snort, he wandered into the classroom. Already waiting were a few nervous-looking students; opposite them was the lecturer- Principal Gondo Okari.

He gave Sabre a look of no particular emotion, and gestured for him to sit, which he did.

"Thirteen minutes early, Sabre? That's unlike you for a Monday morning."

Sabre adjusted the translaor device on his neck- it was beginning to get hot. "*tweek* I want to *growl* [i][/i]this class, *snort*[i][/i]."

"Right... yes."

Sabre grinned. He loved being so blatantly rude.[/color]

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[b]Sept. 7, 8:57 am[/b]

[color=blue]Suzuki walked on the campus with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Mr. Puppy is soooooooo [i]cute![/i]" Suzuki squeeked.

She stopped for a moment and looked around at her surroundings. Then she lifted her arm to look at her watch to check the time. Her watch read '8:59:55'.

"5....4....3....2....1....! 9:00! Woot! 3:05 left until Hair and Beauty class! I can't wait!" She shreeked as she jumped up and down with joy.

The people, chibies, mechs, and demons all looked at her with confused and scared looks on their faces. Suzuki stopped and looked at them all, her face turning red. Her anger rose as she got in a sertain stance and did some hand seals.

"I'll teach you to stare at me!" She smirked

Suddenly a giant frog-headed-snake-bodied-loin-legged-winged thing popped up beside her. She stared at it with a horrid look on her face. Everyone laughed at her as made her monster disappear in shame.

"I think I need to work on calling my monsters more often...." Suzuki said as she scuttled away from the crowd and hid in the brush.

**********

[b]9:29 am[/b]

A little while later, Suzuki found herself in the empty gym. She walked over to the empty bleachers and sat down. She stared down at the floor. It was so shiny she could see herself in the polished wood. She lifted her head up and fell back in the bleacher. She stared up at the lights with wide eyes. After a few moments of doing nothing, she fell asleep. Drool slid down the side of her cheek as she sat there sleeping.

"Zzzzzzz......mmmmm......puppy......zzzzzzzzz........*giggle*......" Suzuki mumbled in her sleep.[/color]

[Shinmaru]

[b]September 7th - 9:25 AM[/b]

Principal Okari had launched into one of his famous lectures, but Jessica was not paying attention to him at the moment. She was too busy looking out the window, her hand placed firmly under her chin, a dreamy look in her eyes. She was terribly bored. Though Jessica loved letting her more villainous side out more often than not, she found that learning about the intricacies of villany was not among her favorite things in the world. She sighed wistfully, giving in completely to whatever random daydream had chosen to coast her through this class.

"Ms. Hikari," Principal Okari said. "Am I boring you?"

Jessica immediately snapped out of her trance. If there was anything that she knew, it was that you didn't antagonize Prinicpal Okari. She'd learned that lesson the hard way during her Freshman year.

"No, sir," Jessica said, a bit too cautiously. "I'm just a bit tired, is all."

"You're tired, eh?" Principal Okari sneered. "Perhaps it would be better if you got your sleep at home, rather than at school, I think."

"Yes, sir," Jessica said. She was in no mood to argue at the moment. She took out a mechanical pencil and some paper, and began to scribble random notes from Prinicpal Okari's lecture. She tried as hard as she could to pay attention to what he was saying, but Principal Okari was, for a lack of a better word, [i]boring[/i].

The other students conversing all her around her were not much more interesting, but Jessica was not complaining. She continued to pretend taking notes while listening in on other students whispering and muttering to each other. They were, of course, speaking of all the things teenagers normally speak of: Relationships, problems at home, who the cutest teacher was and the party that would be taking place on Friday. It was not long before Jessica grew completely bored of the repetitive conversation happening around her.

Jessica stole a look at her watch. To her horror, only five minutes had passed - she still had a whole hour and twenty minutes left to stew in this classroom! Jessica decided that if she were going to be stuck in here, then she might as well make use of her time and get some work done. Muttering and grumbling to herself, which she was sure was attracting strange looks from the other students, Jessica set back to work on her Villain Ethics notes.

[Ezekiel]

[B]OOC I should have posted ages ago, so sorry, Solo ;_;[/B]

[B]Sept 7~ 9:30AM[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric lounged in the cafeteria, slurping some milk and casually munching on an apple. He flicked his sleek, blue hair over his shoulder as a couple of girls walked past, sighing at their giggles.

"What did I do to deserve this curse..." he muttered to himself, checking his appearance in a pocket mirror. He sighed again, fluttering his eyelashes as he stood up.

The school was surprisingly quiet; usually the corridors would be filled with shouts, growls and clanks as the students milled around. But today was different.

Imric only noticed a few people as he made his way outside, lying down beneath a tree.
He pulled out his timetable from his pocket and bit into the glossy apple again.

"Hm, PE..." he muttered to himself, resting his head back against the tree. But this was no ordinary tree. Just as the un-expecting teen was about to drift into a blissful sleep.... his pillow.... coughed?

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Imric fell flat on his face, scrambling to find his glasses as he jumped around.

"Who's there, what, who, show yourself?!" the startled boy hopped from one foot to another, like a kangaroo on a caffeine high, babbling mindlessly and pointing an accusing finger at the tree.

The plant was not amused. A large red vein popped in its uppermost branches and the whole trunk bent towards Imric.

He shrieked at the site, grabbed his book bag and took off, rambling about possessed trees. Needless to say, his morning didn't improve when he ran into a tired Suzuki.[/COLOR]

[Kei]

[b]Sept. 7, 9:00AM[/b]

[color=darkblue]After having dashed to school in twenty minutes only to find that she needn't have been there for at least another five hours or so, it was no surprise that Kat was in high bad temper. And when Kat was in a bad mood, that spelled trouble. Her usual docile and ditzy nature went flying out the window to reveal one of the most destruction-hungry individuals you could ever meet, which Principal Okari seemed to prefer much more for some particular reason.

As she stalked around campus with a look that could freeze a highly active volcano, she was only even more infuriated that there didn't seem to be anyone around that she could take her anger out on. So, she did what any other non-logical samurai would do in this situation.

She went to go get some ramen at the cafeteria.[/color]

[Shinmaru]

[b]September 7th - 10:15 AM[/b]

Jessica sat slumped forward in her chair, eyes half-open, her pencil scratching unrecognizable shapes and drawings on her paper. Only one singular thought was racing through her mind at this particular moment.

[i]How the hell could he possibly talk for so long?[/i]

Indeed, Principal Okari had been talking since the beginning of class and he had not let up for more than one second, stopping to take a short break every few minutes. Jessica was sure that if she had spoken for this long that she wouldn't be able to open her mouth for another week. All of this would have been very impressive had Jessica not found everything that was coming out of Principal Okari's mouth so utterly boring.

In fact, [i]that[/i] was now the only thought coursing through Jessica's mind. She had faint memories of thinking that very same thought at the beginning of class, but she could honestly not remember a thing that had happened after Principal Okari had singled her out in front of the entire class. Principal Okari didn't seem to notice that Jessica was once again neglecting her notes again, either. Nobody really seemed to pay any notice to Jessica in class anymore. Normally this would have been very depressing, but Jessica didn't care about that in the least.

Now Jessica's mind was on Friday's party. Deep down inside of herself, she knew that not only did she want to have a good time at the party, but she wanted to make at least one friend there, someone with which she could share her woe and sorrow. She was more than aware that her personality issues drove away potential acquaintences, but Jessica was determined not to let that happen on Friday.

She would have a friend, one way or another. But, for now, all she could do was laze her way through the rest of the class...

[Ben]

Sept. 7 10:50 AM

Yabaku28 was wondering about the school dormitories. He didn't have any classes until Transformation, at 2:55. It was still a while off. With nothing better to do, Yabaku28 decided to practice for today's lesson, right in the middle of the hallway.

First off, he tried something simple.Yabaku28 put both of his arms out in front of him, where they began to interlock. A rubber wheel shifted into the space between his arms, and he leaned forward to support himself on it. His legs, meanwhile, were also locking together. In a few minutes, Yabaku28 had completed the transition from domestic robot to motorcycle. He revved his engines a couple of times (waking up a goodly number of the students) and peeled out down the hallway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aya was determinately slinking around in her fluffy yellow robe, looking for someone to blame for the lack of water in her shower. Her hair was beginning to dry, and that made her angry. She hadn't finished her hair treatments yet! If only there was something around that she could at least [I]substitute[/I] for a shower.

That something came flying down the hallway at 90 MPH, braking sharply to avoid colliding with her. The inadequacy of the braking system led to the motorcycle turning head over heels and hurtling towards the wall at the end of the hallway.

CRASH.

Yabaku28 groaned in the manner only a robot can, and slowly began to transform back to his normal self. His limbs creaked and gears groaned as, piece by piece, he was back into what was almost his normal shape. A small fire had started in his left thigh. Yabaku28's arm shifted a bit, and a showerhead emerged, evenly sprinkling the fire and putting it out.

"Sorry about that." Yabaku28 apologized. Aya had slowly and quietly slunk closer to him, eyes squinting speculatively.

"The one you've disrupted....will take something from you...."

"Uh...what?"

Aya inched a bit closer. With a deft swipe of her hand, she had disconnected the latches that held his arm in place. Grasping it by the showerhead, she carefully dragged it away, back to her room. She slammed the door, and Yabaku28 could hear water running.

"She just....took my arm..."

[Hevn]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B][COLOR=Purple]September 6 1.34pm[/COLOR]

A rowdy line of miffed students piled up in front of Professor Ken's classroom. It appears that no one could get in because the door is locked. At exactly 1:35, the bell rang voluminously making students choke, papers fly, and eyeglasses shatter. It signaled the end of lunch and the start of Creative Writing. When the tintinnabulation stopped, the door opened and everything went slow mo, with purple and white fogged background, as the screen closed up to the bishielicious professor finally revealing himself to the mob.

Sighs and grunts could be heard from girls, boys, and... semi-boys.

"Good afternoon class. I'm Professor Ken Wu-Fan and this is Gina." Gasps could be heard as an eight-foot pink dinosaur-like creature walked up elegantly from behind the teacher.

"She is here to inspect each of you... hygienically. I, and those of you who've been under me can assure you that no harm will be done if you just relax and let my friend do her magic. I will be explaining details and answer questions once every one is settled inside the classroom. Thank you." With that, he winked at the first student in line signaling her to walk up near Gina.

"Ms. Hikari? If you please..." Jessica Hikari instantly turned red. Not only did the professor remember her name but he smiled and...winked...at her. For a moment she stood there, staring at the professor, and didn't do anything.

Dzzzt... dzzzzzt... dzzzzzzt.

A tingling sensation rushing through her skin made Jessica snap back to reality. Small blue electric currents are emerging from Gina's fingers, scanning every possible germ-infested area on the student's body.

Jessica's inspection didn't take long unlike the other students... specifically Sabre Arihyoshi's. For a moment, Gina stood there, staring at Sabre, and didn't do anything. Professor Ken and Sabre had to cough simultaneously to get her out of her mystification. For her own pleasure, she took time in cleaning Sabre, occasionally brushing her fingers through the student's furs and flashing her eyelashes as if to flirt. Sabre grunted all the while.

After ten minutes, everybody was in the room, shining and sparkling clean. Gina stayed to guard the classroom door against possible filthy intruders while the professor stood behind his desk and leaned on the blackboard.

"Good afternoon again and welcome to Creative Writing. Let me start by stating the house rules. I don't tolerate unnecessary noise, moving of chairs, and uncleanness. Every one is to be inspected by Gina before coming in. Again, I advise you to stay calm because any sudden attempt of entering this classroom will get you severely..."

DZZZZZZZTTTTT!!!
AAAAGGHHHH!!!

"...fried. Welcome to Creative Writing Mr. Kagushi." The professor smirked as Imric Kagushi fell on the floor after uttering something that seemed to be an apology for being late, his most-loved braid disheveled and frizzy.

"Okay, people, let's do a warm up. I want to know your writing status sooo..." Professor Ken started gearing up his right hand with a black leather glove, picked up a chalk and scribbled on the blackboard.

[CENTER][IMG]http://img17.exs.cx/img17/7457/Untitled-113.gif[/IMG][/CENTER]

"That is our topic for today. You can write it in any literary form. It can either be in essay, short story, play, letters, journal entries, etcetera, and etcetera. Fifteen minutes before the class ends, I'll be calling people to read their work in front of the class. Extra points will be given for volunteers." When the professor ended his short speech and sat on top of his desk, nobody seemed to move.

"Well, what are you all staring at? Go get your pencils and papers and start writing!"

[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 6th, 1:44pm[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre deliberated over what his topic should be for the assignment. Villain Ethics felt like it had melted his brain to porridge. Tapping his pen idly on the desk in front of him, he ran through the things he could think of that he wouldn't mind everyone else knowing he 'loved'.

But there were few things he held in such high regard anyway. [i]Love/Hate[/i] was a definite candidate, but his credibility would be completely shattered (even moreso) if he told anyone- Soushi was already under strict orders not to say anything in return for being allowed to sneak in every now and again without complaint. His mind wandered to those around him, carefully avoiding any thoughts containing or anywhere nearby to Gina, who kept eyeing him up from behind Professor Wu-Fan's desk.

Very slowly, he started scrawling across the paper in his bulky, scruffy handwriting.

[i]"Why I love..."[/i]

Then he stopped and twisted the pen through his fingers for a few seconds, stuck. He rested on his elbows, leaning on the squaky-clean desk with a sigh. He stared deeply into the paper, as if it were about to reveal the answer to him from its square, ex-tree pulp body.

He continued his venture with a 'to', bringing his total worksum so far to four words. He glanced up to see where the Professor was in order to ask what kind of topics would be accepted, but instead unintentionally caught the gaze of Gina. In a snap he looked away and started furiously scribbling on the page, trying to look inconspicuous.

[i]"Why I love to hate things."[/i] it now read.

Sabre let out a growl of satisfaction. He had found his topic. Now to lie back and procrastinate for a few minutes until he could think of a decent reason why he liked to hate things...[/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[B]Sept 6~ 1:45[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric grumbled and wiped some remaining soot from his forearm as he struggled to fix his precious hair. The ends were all burnt and blackened and it was all sticking out of place.
The very thought of him taking out his braid in front of his class was terrible, nobody had ever seen him with his hair loose, except his sisters.... the memories were just too...painful for Imric to bare.

He sighed dramatically and thought about his terrible life, the Professor should feel sorry for him, not think of ways to make the young adult?s life even more of a misery than it already was!

Thoughts ran through the bishie's mind as he glared from the Professor to Gina,

'[I]HE isn't the one who has to share a floor with Aya and Mima. HE isn't the one who has to spend hours on his hair every morning. HE isn't the one who was just damn well FRIED BY A PINK DINOSAUR!!![/I]'

Imric twitched nervously as his pen twirled between his long fingers, occasionally tapping on the hard desk surface.
That gave the boy an idea. He began to tap an annoying tune on the desk with his pen, adding the occasional 'click' to the mix. He watched the Professor?s face intently and grinned as he watched it turn from smug to sour in a matter of minutes.

As his teacher jumped off his desk in a rage, Imric stopped his routine and bent close to the paper, scrawling the title in very thin, precise, italic writing;

"Why I love to get on Professor Ken Wu Fan's nerves."[/COLOR]

[Arcadia]

[size=1]While she was by no means a scientist and could never hope to understand the physics of an arm turning into a showerhead, Aya found that she [i]did[/i] have a sudden appreciation for the thing, and for the robot that produced said shower-arm-thing. Even long after her blissful shower and herbal treatments and Hair and Beauty and the lunch break she didn't really need, Aya was still thinking fondly of the robot. That was a miracle in itself.

It was now [b]2:24 pm[/b], and there was a minute left until her Transformation class began. She put the extra time to use by doodling [i]I heart robots[/i] all over a notebook that probably wasn't even hers. Her infamous mask hung crooked on the side of her head, and while it made many of the students around her nervous, she still hadn't actually put it on and that was something to be thankful for.

Still, the fact that Aya was present baffled some of the students. They had never actually [i]seen[/i] her transform into anything (unless of course you counted the mask), but every year she was back and the professors never questioned her presence. There was a rumor awhile back started by a unpopular boy that went something like, "OMG, she totally turns into air, I [i]saw[/i] her, I swear!!1!" But the idea was rejected. Nobody really liked that kid anyway.

Besides, the air trick was totally Mima's, and Aya liked Ms. Miste, even if she didn't always know she was there. They might have been roommates once, but Aya couldn't really remember.

Only a handful of people on campus, staff included, knew the true identity of her transformation and generally that was how she wanted to keep it. The mask helped her in that task, though there were always risks involved...

"Hey, where's my notebook?"

Aya blinked and focused then on the cieling, quickly disposing of anything that [i]might[/i] have been on her desk before neatly clasping her hands in her lap. Just in time, too, as the clock chimed and class began.

[color="#993366"]OoC: Right. I do believe there are a few others with transformation, so somebody else can take it from there, or it can just be skipped entirely. I just thought it would be nice to post and get the ball rolling again, heh.[/color][/size]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]2.23pm, September 6th[/b]
[color=#503f86]Sabre watched the students pile into their Transformation classroom, half-interested to know what it was like to study. He'd applied to take it in his first Senior year, but had been banned from doing so by his father for some unknown reason.

Sabre really really hated his parents. Well, his dad counted for both of them, since his mother had run off with some other wolf-hybrid thing just after he was born. His older brothers had said it was a change for the better, as they got to do more of whatever they liked and their scores on evil subjects almost tripled in school. It certainly gave his father a lot more press, too, and it was about that time that he'd gotten to know Principal Okari.

He started walking back towards his apartment, so deep in thought that he didn't notice the first-year he trampled underneath his feet in the locker corridor.

Sabre half-wished [a lot of his activities he did by 'half'] he was one of his older brothers. At least then he'd have known what he was missing with a mother's influence. One of Principal Okari's praimary theories in the rise of villainy was a missing parent or unloving family member. And really, it wasn't that his famly didn't love him (his four older brothers thought him quite an entertaining oddiy and frequently engaged in rough games whenever he or they came over to visit), it was that he just wasn't as evil as they were and hence, they didn't get along.

But it wasn't even as if he was particularly good at being good, either. Most of the time he came off as a grouch, neither here nor there and probably most destined to become an overbearing janitor, hotel receptionist or travelling salesman or something.

As he reached the frint doors of the school, a loud growling noise erupted from his stomach.

"Eh, I could do with some lunch."

He whirled round on his heel, knocking someone to the ground with a satisfying squishy noise, and made a wolf-beeline for the cafeteria.[/color]

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

2:20 pm., Sept. 6th.

[COLOR=Blue]Suzuki woke up from her nap and looked around. The gym was still empty. She yawned and lifted herself from the bleachers.

"Ow....," she said as she cracked her back from pain, " I really need too not sleep on bleachers. It really hurts the back...."

She then walked across the freshly wax floor to the exit. As she opened the door, she heard a loud thump. Suzuki poked her head out and looked to the left at which the noise was made. Another chibie thingy was laying on the ground. Suzuki sighed and flopped her to the ground.

"Why do I attract the small people?" Suzuki asked herself.

"Hey! Who you callen small!? AAANNNDDD.....Why did you knock me down!!?? Huh!?" The chibi said in a rude voice.

Suzuki just closed her eyes and sighed once more. The little chibi got all puffy with her doing that.

"HEY! TALL UGLY WRINCKLY OLD HAG! DON'T YOU IGNORE ME!!!" The chibi screamed at her.

"What did you call me?" Suzuki said through clenched teeth.

The chibi was taken back by her voice. She stepped towards the little monster and grabbed his shirt. She pulled him up to her level and grinned widely. The chibi gulpped with fear.

"I...I....I'm s....s....sorry!!! Your a very pretty, tall, young lady!!!" He stamered as she shook him violently.

"That's what I thought you said. Now, I must go to-" she stopped as she saw what time it was, " OH NO! I MISSED ONE OF MY CLASS'S AND THE OTHER ONE STARTS IN A COUPLE OF MINUTE!! AAAGGGHHH!! I REALLY HATE CHIBI'S!!!!!!" She screamed as she threw the chibi across the campus.

She took off running to her next class, but then stopped when she smelled the sweet, sweet smell of food. Her mouth watered as she started walking the other way.

"I think I can just skip class's for today....," she said drooling, "I mean, how can I learn on an empty stomach...."

She made her way through the crowd people and monters without being troubled. She saw the most beautiful building in the world right in front of her.

"....the cafeteria...." She said wide eyed.

As she entered, she saw someone that she knew and loved. Suzuki wiped the drool from her face and quickly ran to get food, keeping an eye on the someone she was looking at. Once she filled her plate with Chow Mein, Pork Buns, Sushi, and some green tea, she quietly walked up behind him, lowered her head and whispered in his ear:

"Hi....PUPPY....!"[/COLOR]

[Kei]

[color=darkblue]Kat sat in the cafeteria, none too pleased that people had started filing n by the droves to start stuffing their faces. The only solace she had was seeing the rather large form of Sabre, who was looking about as evil as she felt at the moment. She remembered him from the few classes they had had together the previous year, and their very first meeting, in which she had tried to maim him for appearingly trying to hurt a student, but was actually asking for directions to one class or another.

She was preparing to go over and say hi when she saw a hyperactive girl yell "PUPPY!" in his ear and thought the better of it when he turned to start letting her have it.

"Sad wolf. Always have things rough," she muttered as she went and dropped off her empty ramen bowl onto the conveyor belt for washing.

As she exited, she looked to the clock and saw that it was [b]2:25pm[/b], time for her Transformation class.

"I remember I read that we start to learn lizard changing first this year..." Kat said to no one in particular. She then shuddered and let the foreboding look she had on her face return, stalking off for the classroom. "Kat hate lizards..."[/color]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 6th, 2:25pm[/b]

[color=#503f86]Sabre grimaced at the sound of the familiar voice piercing his ear in a low, mischevious whisper. He wrenched his head round to stare directly into her eyes. Her face lit up for a split second, then were obscured by his large furry hand covering her face.

"I'm eating." he growled quietly.

"Bweeef!" she mumbled pleadingly. "Wuur fo cute!"

"All right, but no hugs. I'm carrying a tray of food and I intend to eat it."

Slowly, carefully, he removed his oversized paw from her face and stood upright, extending his figure to his normal six-foot six stance. She paused for a second, smiled at him and whisked her tray to a table on the other se of the cafeteria, sipping and giggling as she went.

Giving a puzzled sigh, Sabre sat down heavily on the bench, which creaked loudly in disapproval, threatening to snap under his bulk. He in turn threatened to snap it if it creaked even more, but with it being a bench it couldn't actually he him,or even know who it was that was sitting on it. Thinking better than to get into an argument with an inanimate object, he kept quiet and ate his lunch.

* * *

It took Sabre approximately thirty seconds to demolish is food, and tother ten minutes he spent glaring at people in other parts of the room. He was sure they were talking about him. They'd disappeared after a while, and Sabre became very conscious of the fact that he was the only one in there. The kitchen staff were all reading their newspapers- the cafeteria looked distinctly closed.

Standing up, a little apprehensively, he decided to make his way towards a corridor. As soon as he turned he was met with a furious-faced caretaker Takahashi.

"Why aren't you in class? The bell went ten minutes ago!"

Sabre froze. Even though the janitor was a few inches shorter than h, he could be incredibly fierce. "Um... I don't have any classes, sir-"

"Haven't you read this yet?!" Takahashi jammed a piece of paper right in his face, so close that he had to back away to read it.

It read, in big, bold, black letters:[/color]



[b][center]Due to a shortage of pupils and staff, all timetabled lessons at the Tokyo Academy are compulsory, and to be taken by all pupils [i]without[/i] exception, starting today.[/center]
[/b]




[b][left]-Yours [strike]brutally[/strike] sincerely, [/b]

[b]Principal Okari[/b]
[/left]



[color=#503f86]"But I've been banned from Trans-"

"[i]Get moving![/i]"

Quick as lightning, Sabre disappeared from the cafeteria and hurtled into the Transformation classroom, ignoring both the teacher and the students, parking himself right at the back of the rounded lecture hall.[/color]