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Post by Kuma on Jul 9, 2016 23:44:04 GMT
-Go down the stairs and take the hallway to the right, you’ll find a green door with a sign that marks it as the Staff Lounge, you will surely meet the homeroom teachers there.- The Headmaster walked back to his desk sitting on his comfortable chair and shuffled around his very neatly organized paperwork. –Your arrival has been announced to them early to them, of course they only know that you’re a new teacher who will serve a short period until the real one arrives.- He extended a paper with a timetable. –This is your schedule, all your classes are focused on 1st and 3rd year, in your desk in the Staff Lounge you will find the curriculum you must cover in the classes for the next two weeks, use the method you consider more appropriate, but nothing too unorthodox. –
The Headmaster took the pages he had and neatly placed them were they were before he moved it, clearly he had a bit of OCD, considering the almost religious cleanliness and organization of his office. –If you need to approach me for anything please talk first with Ryusei-sensei.-
-Bzzzt… No problem…. Bzzzt…-
She replied to Arthur’s sensible arguments as her image started to clear up, thanks to him plugging the phone into the appropriate socket. Akane quickly turned on the equipment, screens flashing and faint, almost inaudible, rumbling coming from inside of them.
-Much better now…- Her voice was now coming from one of the most advanced screens, floating against a vaporous blue background. –Now I can link your phones directly to the equipment and run basic diagnostics on the school grounds. - She was speaking a bit fast, yet the crisp quality of sound she was using allowed them to follow. –I’m also linked with the school security so I will be able to use the Security Cameras if needed to track any target of interest, you can tag them just by taking a photo and pressing the tag button when the options pop up, it will appear under the analysis button.-
She was explaining at an increasingly fast pace. It was a secondary effect of her Ninjutsu, as her own thoughts moved at an accelerated rate when combining with technology, since the whole computing power of her mind was organized in a very efficient manner. –Plus I can also check out any kind of incoming or outgoing mail from the school, but everything I do with security must be limited, as even with my techniques I cannot avoid the security for long, I don’t know why but they have government-level security for the school intranet.- She made a pause. –That means I can’t hack into many mail accounts, so try to get some evidence before pointing me into a direction to investigate or you will spend all my possible intrusions and we won’t find the target.-
Some of the sensors and readouts were already booting up. –For the meantime you should at least assist to class and try to mingle, during the lunch break the preliminary scans will be done and from that information we might find larger concentration, I’ll inform you of any sudden advance through a text message.- And with that her face vanished from the screen, her voice just adding. –Please inform Li-san about the situation.- Akane went back to the cyberspace preparing the equipment for intense scanning of the school area, hopefully allowing them to pinpoint a smaller area to focus their search. Schedule -STUDENTS VISIT THE STAFF LOUNGE (DIRECTIONS IN PHONE) 1st Year - Literature - Jane and Shin 3rd Year - Psychology - Arthur and Martha - Yuu as Teacher
The Renegade Agent smiled as the heat coursing his veins slowly reached its boiling point. Whoever this prisoner was, he was giving Ikari the fight of his life and he enjoyed it. For a moment he was shocked by the strange extremity of his opponent, but as the leg wound destroyed the Berserker’s balance and allowed his attacks to reach Ikari’s hateful grin reached new heights. The Agent of Hatred was readying another attack, thinking that his cross slashes were enough to keep his enemy at bay, but as soon as he saw the Cursed Hand shooting forward aimed at his neck he changed his course of action.
The Agent of Hatred only used this ability once before and using it again was just a testament to the strength of his Cursed Opponent, or maybe just Ikari wanting to speed things up. The Cursed Hand reached its destination, but instead of reaching flesh it touched the same steel-like substance created by the solidification of Ikari’s armor, who was completely covered in deep purple flames. –Last time I used this form I fought a man who could kill mountains to a standstill…- His voice had a metallic echo, as it came from behind a wolf head shaped helmet. His armor was jet black with some details in dark purple. It has a gothic design, and many features that imitated a wolf in look, like claws, or stylized plates that seemed like metallic fur.
–I don’t think you can measure up to that boast, but I don’t have time to waste with an undisciplined fool who wastes his potential in enjoying a battle.- The Cursed Beast attack might have worked on an unarmored Ikari, but now the Agent of Hatred stood tall, the ground under his feet cracked by the sudden addition of his armor weight. He looked down on his opponent with the lupine eyes of his armor glimmering like black diamonds, bursting tears of deep purple flames. –Idiots who spend more time enjoying a battle than winning it are the ones who lose them in the end.- Ikari spoke with severity as his armored fist flew right towards his opponent’s face.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 10, 2016 5:41:21 GMT
Yuu took the schedule and gave it a quick glance. It seemed entirely reasonable. Although it of course didn't include the grading and any other extra activities she might have to do. "Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to talk to him if I need you. Don't worry about me." She reassured the headmaster. He really did seem decent. Hopefully the remaining staff was similarly inclined to help. She left and walked down the advised path, stopping before the door. She hesitated to enter, settling on knocking instead.
Martha snatched up her phone with delight. "Woo, we're not stuck in here all day! Let's go to the lounge!" Martha happily ran out of the room. Jane looked to Shin. "So, we're in class together." She looked her partner over. Any musculature he had was covered up by his uniform. And he seemed like more of a blockhead than her sister. She guessed she would have to carry the team. "Just keep your head down and we'll be fine." She spoke like a older team member, as opposed to the tiny, young doll she was. "Uh, hey, where's the teacher's lounge?" Martha popped back into the room. "Directions in the phone, Martha." Jane rolled her eyes at her older sister. She wasn't the best reader. "Right!" Martha took off once more, this time actually in the right direction.
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Post by Obscuris on Jul 15, 2016 2:39:59 GMT
The Agent of Hatred’s fist connected with full force against Ikari, caught off guard by the sudden transformation that interrupted his offensive. Even with his supernatural toughness, the Cursed Beast wasn’t able to withstand the overwhelming power of his armored opponent and was sent flying and spinning through the hangar. His muscular body seemed to be convulsing and trembling, a sight that was easily explained once a loud and guttural burst of laughter filled the air.
The chuckle flew with Ikari across the hangar. It stayed with him when his hand caught the leg of the poor unfortunate guard he had buried waist deep in the ceiling and hanged from there, like a bloodied scarecrow that heard the greatest joke of his life. It fell with the Cursed Beast when the bursts of laughter made him let go of that disturbing anchor and plummeted to the ground like a crimson rock. “You’re funny” Ikari muttered, once he was able to control himself. The Berserker laid face up on the cold floor of the hangar, with his gaze fixed on the dark shadows that blurred the columns. “But I guess you’re the same as the others”. For a brief moment as he stayed on his back, blood pouring from every one of his wounds and a strange smile brightened his face, the Cursed Beast seemed peaceful. That didn’t last for long.
His cursed arm smashed the ground as he tried to get back to his feet, creating deep cracks beneath him. He managed to raise above his knees, his smile growing bigger and even fiercer with every inch he reached. And if it wasn’t for that smile, Ikari would have been a pitiful sight. Patches of brown hair were dyed in dark blood and dripped over his left eye, shrouded by a cloud of red. His nose was bent in a weird angle, courtesy of his opponent’s last attack. Countless bruises, burns and cuts whirled around the deep “X” carved into his pectorals by the Agent of Hatred’s swords. The cursed arm shifted and trembled. His attempts to get back to his feet were almost crushed by the wound on his knee, which had grown worse after the Cursed Beast’s reckless attacks.
“Winning?” he chew on the words. His good eye shone bright under his frown. Rage, joy, passion and infinity of emotions threatened to burn the Renegade Agent’s cold stare and everything on their path, only locked away by his narrow iris. “Losing?” His hand landed softly on his chest and the ebony substance waved, filling the deep cross cut like molten tar. Ikari wasn’t willing to let himself bleed out right in the middle of the fight. “Don’t spill such empty shit like that” his grin grew bigger and bigger, to the point it should have hurt him. In fact, the tense skin of his cheek sprouted open, as if it had been slicked by an invisible knife. Seemingly insensitive to the pain the cruised through his body, Ikari straighten his nose with his bare hands and spat a chunk of tooth.
The Cursed beast took a trembling step forward, then another and another. It wasn’t long until he was charging at full speed towards his powerful foe. “Break my legs! Crush my body! Kill me! If you think that means you have beaten me! If that makes you think you’ve won! I don’t fucking care. Because…” The terrible sound of his foot stomping the ground in front of his foe made the whole venue resonated like a bell. “I’ve already won”
Then, the Cursed Beast launched his offensive. A quick left hook to the ribs, followed by a roundhouse kick to the shin using the momentum left from the punch in order to make his opponent lose balance. He would then propel himself using the special abilities of his arm, the same way he did at the start of the fight, looking for an opening to shove his knuckles right at the wolf’s mouth.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 16, 2016 6:05:09 GMT
"Your sister can be a bit clueless at times huh." responded Shin to the dolls recent exchange. "Well... LET'S GO TO CLASS!" shouted Shin with excitement. He quickly rushes to grab his phone, which he is still unsure how to operate the device. But he doesn't particular care at the moment since he is too high on his own enthusiastic attitude. Once his phone is in his hand he waves at the monitors and says, "See you later data lady!" Without wasting much time, he takes a few quick steps towards the door. As he pushes the door open and runs outside he eagerly calls out to his fellow classmate, "Hurry up!" A moment later, he goes back inside and asks with a much more quite voice, "Ummmm...where exactly is our class?"
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 16, 2016 6:52:50 GMT
"Thank you, Kikkawa-san. We'll be relying on you." Arthur told the projection before she disappeared. Time to check out the Teacher's Lounge. Martha was already gone by this point. "Guess we should get going, too." Arthur left the room with the other two after giving Shin back his phone. " It's not time for class yet, Shin... Oh, right. If anyone gives either of you trouble, just come to me and I'll..."-Right, they're all under 16, too.- "...Talk to them and see if my charms can get them to back off."
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Post by Kuma on Jul 23, 2016 3:04:56 GMT
The door of the staff room opened as soon as Yuu finished her first knock. The radiant smile of Chairo Mizumi, Literature Teacher of the school, was her welcome to the room. –Hello, you must be the new teacher, come on in, please. - He gallantly gestured her towards her new desk. –I’m Chairo Mizumi, Dashing Literature Teacher. - He clucked his tongue as he winked and snapped both fingers, pointing at Yuu. –Whatever you need I’m your man. - He was clearly trying to be as charming as possible, really interested in the first female teacher in the school. He glanced around the room and pointed at another teacher in the staff room, a handsome man with cold demeanor and a sour expression on his face. –That’s Aoi Hisaki, he is the math teacher, such a bore, don’t let him drag you down. – Aoi scoffed as he lowered the book he was reading and stared at Chairo and Yuu with the least possible amount of interest before returning to his book.
Chairo then turned to a larger desk apart from the other from where strange multi-color vapors surged, before getting swallowed by a conveniently placed ventilation shaft. They came from different beakers and other pieces of lab equipment. A man with white hair, glasses and a lab coat was sleeping against the desk without any kind of discomfort, even surrounded by noxious chemicals. –That’s our resident doctor and chemistry teacher Shiro Yukiyama, he isn’t a morning person, so we kind of let him chill until his shift starts in the infirmary.- Chairo’s smile showed a hint of fear, blocking the side of his face facing towards Shiro with his hand to muffle his whiper. –For your own sake you should never… never take anything he brings you to drink, no matter how innocent it seems.- Chairo finally pointed at the desk closest to the window were Ikki Ryusei was sitting, opposite to the seat Yuu was assigned to.
-And this handsome devil is Ikki Ryusei, our local P.E. teacher and coach of our amazing Rugby team. - Ikki nodded. –I met Ms. Lee before, while I monitored the entrance. - Chairo’s smile lost a bit of its glow, feeling that his whole introductions routine took a blow from Ikki. –You should focus on your work Mizumi-san, or you will get sacked, you already have two warnings from the headmaster, you don’t need a 3rd. – Aoi scolded his co-worker without lifting his eyes from the book he was reading. Chairo smiled innocently and dropped on the chair with majestic grace, crossing his legs as he did. –I can handle the headmaster, he isn’t always vigilant.- Ikki stood up without making a sound and placed his gloved hand over Chairo’s shoulder, who shifted uncomfortably on his chair, goosebumps coursing his skin. –But I’m watching Mizumi-san, never forget that.-
The scary masked P.E. Teacher left the room, surely going to maintain the equipment and he saw in the distance the new students coming towards the staff room.
-I hate people like you. - Ikari prepared to receive the attack from the Cursed Beast, raising his armored arm to deflect the jab with a swiping motion, leaving a trail of flames with each small movement of his body. –Brainless battle junkies.- The Agent of Hatred used a traditional Karate guard for the kick, but the extreme power behind his opponent kick not only managed to bypass Ikari’s defense, but also push him, to the point he was forced to spin to the side, vaulting, before landing on the concrete, cracking it under his metallic greaves. The attack dazed him, because he was underestimating the Berserker Warrior might. The Cursed Beast connected the next blow, which impacted directly on the armor, making Ikari’s head rattled inside the helmet as he was sent flying backwards, crashing into one of the large pillars, getting imbedded deeply into it. –I hate this…- Deep Purple energy started to glow through the cracks in the pillar as the helmet that was punched in by the Cursed Beast slowly returned to its original position.
-I HATE YOU!- The explosion of energy shattered the pillar sending pieces flying across the whole hangar, the sudden energy release was just as suddenly contained into a single point, as if the whole blaze of hatred concentrated inside Ikari’s fist. He was standing in a karate-like stance before exploding forward, the blaze of Hatred jettisoned him towards his opponent, breaking the sound barrier with a loud boom. This punch seemed to be the kind of technique that causes massive internal damage upon connecting to the opponent. Ikari wasn’t playing anymore, he was ready to unleash a monster attack.
-I hope you can complete your mission without breaking anything else.- Akane replied to Arthur’s salute and ended glaring at Shin before vanishing back into the digital world to handle all the tech needs of the assignment. Hopefully the exchange students would arrive to the staff room without any problems.
Roshi Yasumori was deep down the JHWAB HQ in a room just referred as “The Shrine” it was a holy place, the location in which he defeated the corrupted dragon and purified his essence. It was a large circular underground lake, perfectly still, like a liquid mirror. In the middle of it, levitating through Omnyo magic and anchored to the walls there was floating island, with a small temple on it. This was the place where Roshi could draw the most power from the Omnyo Arts, so rich in energy anything he did was highly empowered. Today was the day he might reach peak power, thanks to the phases of the moon and other elements that increased the power of this place. Today was the day he would purify himself from any mental or physical ailment to continue being the leader the JHWAB needed, until a proper replacement could be trained. That was his plan, to retire leaving a strong heir to the position of leader. But today something else would happen, this usual ceremony he did once each 4 years was going to change many things across the world. Many things he didn’t know up until now… or better put that he had forgotten…
Not by choice.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 24, 2016 0:21:38 GMT
Yuu winced a little when Chairo introduced himself as dashing. He wasn't always going to be like this, was he? Regardless, she bowed to everybody in the room. "I'm pleased to meet you all. I hope to get along with you for the time I am here." Sadly, that didn't seem especially likely. Was she doomed to be the only sane person around for her whole life? At least Aoi didn't seem too bad. "Um... what exactly has Mizumi-san been warned about?" She asked the sensible seeming math teacher. She looked back when the door shook.
On the other side, Martha was knocking. "Arthur, I don't need anybody to look out for me." She rolled her eyes. "I'll ask you to help if I need it. And if Martha needs it." Jane gratefully hugged Arthur.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 24, 2016 21:59:45 GMT
"Oh, Martha, you're here. Sorry, you ran ahead so I didn't even know you were there. I was actually talking to these two since I know you're more then tough enough to handle yourself. Ah well, if Jane tells me you need help, I'll have to ignore your wishes for her sake. Ahaha." Arthur laughed and ruffled Jane's hair while she hugged him. She's the cutest little angel! But they need to do stuff now. "Well, enough bonding for now. Let's go in!"
Since Martha already knocked, Arthur opened the staff room door. "Excuse me. We're new students and we were told to come to the staff room. Is this the right place?"
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Post by Obscuris on Jul 28, 2016 23:45:13 GMT
The neigh incomprehensible amount of Gainen energy and hatred that burnt inside his opponent fist had a deep effect on Ikari. The stench of the Agent of Hatred’s was powerful enough to complete numb the Cursed Beast’s senses and consciousness, who felt as if a flare was li inside his head. His pain, joy and even his thoughts were swallowed by the instinct to rush forward, to receive the blow that would end his life head on. Maybe it was that instinct or just sheer luck, or a combination of both, what saved his enraged existence for fading away deep inside that inglorious hangar.
Overwhelmed by his own fighting spirit, Ikari charged forward. His eyes couldn’t follow the sudden burst of speed of his foe. But the Berserker didn’t need his sight. The intruder’s fist shone with more power than the sun for his extremely sensitive senses, the same ones that allowed him to throw Iyana’s corpse with frightening accuracy even with his eyes close. With that light shining over his opponent’s movements and the telegraphed punch he was throwing, the attack’s path seemed to appear in the air. But Ikari’s mind, blinded by its will to fight, didn’t realize that his body was fast enough.
Both brawlers met in the middle of the hangar. Hate clenched into an armored fist flew towards Ikari’s. A challenging roar escaped through his lips, daring his own death to rip the life out of his corpse. The Cursed Beast put all his weight on his leg as he stepped forward just as he got hit by the sonic boom, which travelled an instant behind his enemy. The wave of sound pierced through his body and made his blood dance. Blood exploded out of his wounded knee and the Cursed Berserker lost balance, leaning to the side. The adrenaline pumping through his veins made everything seem slower, in that crucial moment. As the Agent of Hatred’s swing pierced through the air at his side, Ikari’s entire body tensed over its limit and forced himself up on his injured leg. With a mighty roar, he raised his fist and… both fighters were engulfed by Ikari’s hate flames.
When the fire cleared, they were both still standing. The former agent’s fist had barely missed and only grazed the Cursed Beast, right under his armpit. Saved by that unexpected loss of balance and his own extraordinary effort to recover, Ikari was able to dodge the attack and counter it. His ebony fist stood mere millimeters away from the wolf’s armor snout, the kanji carved on the back of it expelled a soft light. He had stopped there. He remained like a silent statue for a moment, with his eyes fixed behind his opponent.
“Time’s up” Ikari voice was a strangely calm whisper and a wide smile brightened his face “I’ll be waiting… for the next time…” The Cursed Berserker fell forward and slipped against Ikari’s armored shoulder. The few minutes Hiraki’s body could stand the power of the Yajuu no Yoroi were long over and the Beast didn’t have other option but to grudgingly crawl back to the man’s subconscious. “Thanks… for… the fight” were his last words, before his face smashed against the cold hard ground. As he laid there, the aftermath of that last clash appeared.
A mere graze was all the Agent of Hatred needed. The sheer amount of power behind that attack was enough to blow entirely a piece of Ikari’s muscles, right beneath his armpit. Cauterized in an instant by the unbelievable heat that irradiated from his hand, the irregular and blackened wound was a silent testimony to how close the Agent of Hatred was of taking his life. A cloud of smoke covered the hulking body as it slowly transformed back into Hiraki. As if it was being absorbed by a straw, the ebony substance on his right arm disappeared inside the kanji and left behind the only untouched part of his body. They both lingered on the verge of death due to the amount of energy used and the horrible wounds. As he faded back to the peculiar prison of mist the Yajuu no Yoroi was, the last bit of Ikari that was still awake rambled on.
“Next time… next time… next time…”
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 1, 2016 1:40:12 GMT
"Come on! We are in school! We should go to class already!" complained Shin as he walks towards Arthur after he told him it wasn't time for class yet. He is probably the only student in the world who would say that with such passionate energy behind his words. Right now Shine is just too excited to find out what regular school life would be like, and is eager to already experience it. As Arthur further speaks about coming to him if there is any issues, Shin just looks down at him with a puzzled look. "I doubt I will get into trouble." His mind quickly flashes to the couple he met earlier today for a moment. "Well, then again..." he mumbled to himself. "Na, I'm sure everything will be fine!" he said with a smile as he pats Arthur's head real quick before he gets moving.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 2, 2016 3:32:50 GMT
-He was caught a couple of times fratern- Aoi’s mouth was suddenly blocked by Chairo’s hand, who helped him to stand up while he walked him towards the door. –The new students are here you should take them to their classes, you said you would take care of that remember?- The Dashing Literature Teacher explained in a burst of words, almost too fast to be understood. He opened the door and almost threw Aoi out, closing the door and blocking it with his body to stop the Collected Math Teacher from entering again. For a moment there was an awkward silence only interrupted by the sleep-talking of Shiro.
-I think I’ll watch Giant Robo again. - He blurted that piece of information between snores, more like a loud whisper than proper talking. Chairo smiled nervously as he walked back towards Yuu. And he once again pointed at her desk. –Please, check that everything is set to your liking and wait until the bell rings to go to your first class.- The Literature Teacher hoped that she didn’t understand what Aoi tried to say. He was a bit jittery and it didn’t help that Shiro kept sleep talking. –But I’m watching the OVA’s not the series… the series is awful.-
Aoi wasn’t very sociable, his job as a teacher was a last resort he had to take. He was more into academics, just studying mathematical formulas for the pleasure that brought him, the discovery and the thrill of excitement he had each time he solved a problem. But as lofty aspirations tend to be it didn’t quite bring bread to the table, so he had to take the job as teacher in the school. Thankfully the Headmaster allowed him to use the quite stacked library for his research, so it wasn’t all bad. Yet he had to interact with people he consider his intellectual inferior on a regular basis. The Math Teacher looked at the new students and he knew that most of them would be relegated to the bottom of the academic barrel. Especially the white haired kid.
Aoi cleared his throat and composed himself. –Hello, I’m Misaki-sensei, I’m the Homeroom Teacher for 3rd Year and the Math Teacher for all the classes. - He walked past them towards the classrooms. –Please follow me and issue any questions you might have of the school in an orderly manner.-
Ikari withdrew his armor and looked at his downed opponent with a smirk. Something deep inside him liked the reckless abandon of his fighting style, as if he had seen it before. The Renegade Agent looked at his still closed fist with a puzzled look. He was a good hand to hand fighter, but he had always preferred swords. Why did he use such a straight forward Karate move in such a dangerous moment? The question bounced on his head as it seemed he was forgetting something important, something from his past. He walked away from the Cursed Beast still looking at his own fist, slowly opening and re-absorbing the energy he concentrated there, the kind of energy that can destroy a mountain.
He shook his head as the voice of Kuro-san echoed on his head. "-You need to find the restricted records room, there you will find the original blueprints for the Portal, we need them, we prepared the scene so you could take them, don’t fail.-" Ikari’s smirk vanished, replaced his usual scowl as he rushed out of the hangar.
Roshi bathed himself in the water of the fountain set in the shrine, while wearing ritualistic clothing. Golden light surrounded his body as he meditated, removing the after-effects of injuries, spells, illness and anything negative that affected him in the last 4 years. The light filled the room, to the point of being almost blinding to the naked eye, thankfully the leader of the JHWAB had his eyes closed. Soon the ceremony would end and everything would be revealed.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 3, 2016 19:54:22 GMT
Arthur wanted to tell Shin to quit patting him because he's older then he looks, but he couldn't do to the appearance of the teacher. Arthur observed the man. Cool, collected, his clothes are clean and well maintained, as is his facial hair. The hair on his head seemed messy, but it was probably made that way intentionally. Observant. Analytical. He seemed like a good teacher. And the homeroom teacher for the 3rd years? That means Arthur answers to this guy. It's a good thing Arthur liked him already or getting on his good side would be problematic.
"Thank you, Misaki-sensei. I would just like to know how many students are there in year 3?" Arthur asked the teacher.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 4, 2016 2:11:02 GMT
Martha leaned a little around Aoi to spot Yuu in the conference room. She only turned her eyes to Aoi after confirming Yuu was there. "Math? Awww..." She knew this school thing was a bad idea. Jane politely nodded beside her rude sister. "Pleased to meet you, sensei." Somebody had to be diplomatic here.
Yuu kept a stoic face when Aoi partially revealed Chairo's sins, but she leaned subtly away from the offending teacher. "Thank you. I think I can handle myself from here." She slipped away to open her desk. She began rummaging through for what was within. If she organized hard enough, Chairo, wouldn't talk to her.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 15, 2016 1:28:44 GMT
Shin didn't like this teacher one bit. He couldn't explain it, he usually sees the best in people, especially during first impressions, but there was something about the instructor that rubbed him the wrong way. Before asking his questions, Shin whispers in Arthur's ear, "Can you try to get a picture of him with the magical phone device." Shin then moves a little faster to get in front of the teacher and be a distraction with a series of nonsensical questions, such as: "Why did you want to be a math professor? What was the reason you picked this school to teach, were you a previous student here? Do you happen to coach a sport?
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Post by Kuma on Aug 16, 2016 5:31:43 GMT
Subaru pushed away the guards protecting the entrance to Roshi’s underground shrine. He tried to be diplomatic saying there was a mayor emergency that needed to be informed to the head of the JHWAB. The guardians stopped him as they were under orders from Roshi himself to detain anybody who dared to attempt crossing the gateway towards it. Unluckily for the them Subaru didn’t have time to waste and used his freezing powers to push them away, creating flat icy barriers that squished them against the wall. They were Omnyo Puppets, so “killing” them wasn’t possible. The Yuki-Otoko charged forward through the rope bridge, under him a tranquil pool of water. –Roshi needs to know this, we could use his help to fight this off.- That was going through Subaru’s mind as he pushed on, but the thought escaped him when a flare of golden light surged from inside.
After he moved his hand, that he used to protect his eyes, Subaru saw Roshi approaching, bathed in golden light, looking at least 10 years younger than he did at the morning. His placid expression was a contrast from the tired mask of sadness he wore when he entered the shrine; he was revitalized and cleaned of any insidious spell or power that affected him in the last 4 years. Subaru, with desperation on his eyes started explaining the situation. –Roshi-dono, sorry to bother you during the ritual but we have an emergency on the hangar!- Subaru opened a video on a tablet he was carrying to show the leader of the JHWAB a short recording of the start of Ikari’s and Hikari’s fight. Roshi looked at it and without changing his expression asked. –So the prisoner from Shirokumo escaped? I think you’re exaggerating my boy, he isn’t as dangerous as he seems, even you could contain him.-
Subaru shook his head in a very childish manner and pointed at Ikari Fukushi. –I’m not worried about the prisoner, I’m worried about the Number 1 Most Wanted in the JHWAB watchlist, Ikari Fukushi being inside our HQ with a Gainen Medal on his hand.- Roshi looked at Subaru with a puzzled expression. –Ikari Fukushi? Never heard of him… I know the other personality of the prisoner refers to himself as Ikari, but never heard about or seen a Ikari Fukushi before.- Now it was the turn of the Yuki-Otoko to be surprised as he opened the file on Ikari, attached to the video. –But sir that cannot be, you were the one who signed his bounty.- Subaru pointed at Roshi’s signature, dated 15/7/2014.
Roshi shook his head. –I don’t remember doing that, you must be wrong Subaru-kun.- The Head of the Intelligence Branch was getting frustrated by the laid back attitude of the rejuvenated Roshi, thinking he was joking. –That cannot be sir, I remember it clearly, we were checking the threats and you mentioned Ikari, at first I didn’t know who you were talking about, but Norio informed me about him and his actions, quite the despicable character, betraying the JHWAB and escaping.- Roshi was shocked now, as he didn’t remember a single thing on Subaru’s explanation. –I don’t remember that either, nobody ever betrayed the JHWAB, that’s something I’m proud of. And how did I say he betrayed us?-
Subaru was starting to feel uneasy and he forced the cogs of his memory to move. –I don’t quite remember, you were really vague about it, even Norio who tends to be very specific wasn’t up to the task of properly explaining about it. - The Yuki-Otoko scratched his head. –I didn’t consider it odd, taking in account how tired we all were from organizing your trip to the United States for that general meeting, all the information was filled by your assistant Obo…ide-san.- Subaru opened his eyes as he finished saying the name, realizing what was wrong. Roshi shared the expression as he realized what was happening, his rejuvenation cleaned every bit of misinformation created by Kuro-san’s mental manipulation even the instructions he left on his subconscious during his time masquerading as Kyotei Oboide. The whole JHWAB was in the joke, or at least enough higher ups to allow the alteration of vital information. Roshi rushed out, followed by Subaru, decided to find this man and find out who he really was. In his mind there was only a question.
Who is Ikari Fukushi?
Misaki replied to their question with bored poise and tranquility. –Cromwell-kun isn’t it?- He opened his phone and scrolled until finding the list sent to him by the headmaster. –This year there are 9 other students apart from you two, we try to keep each class small so we can give specialized education to each student.- The fact he had to check his phone was a clear indicator that he wasn’t the kind of homeroom teacher who tries to involve himself on the students life, almost a 180 from Chairo, who seemed to get a bit too involved. The Math Teacher, ignoring Martha’s complaining, proceeded to reply with the same tone to each of Shin’s questions. – I like numbers, I liked the salary, I wasn’t this school opened last year and I don’t coach any sports or like any of them.- Even if he talk fast it was more than enough time to take a picture from the side, so part of his face was in frame.
He stopped in front of a door and talked to Arthur and Martha. –This is your classroom, wait outside until I return after taking them to their classroom.- He kept walking, expecting that Shin and Jane followed him.
Chairo left the room after the categorical rejection from Yuu, leaving her alone with Shiro, who was snoring and talking in his sleep, saying things like “That lever doesn’t Open Get” or “I wonder if a Rocket Punch can flick robots”. The Staff room was empty and there wasn’t anybody apart from them. Maybe it was the perfect moment to take a picture of the sleeping teacher.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 17, 2016 11:48:45 GMT
Arthur stealthily snapped a pic (flash off, always remember). "Yes, sensei." Arthur said once they got to the door. He leaned on the wall and watched the others leave. "Such small classes... It feels like a private school. Don't those always have delicious mysteries connected to them?" He talked to himself, then remembered Martha was there, too. "Feeling nervous Martha? We're going to have to introduce ourselves when we go in, you know. And we might even need to study!"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 17, 2016 15:39:19 GMT
Yuu cursed herself for not snapping a picture of all three teachers while they were in the room. At least she could get the sleeping teacher now. She raised her phone and quickly snapped a shot. She'd have to get the others later when they were off guard. She placed her phone down to wait for results and ruffled through her provided papers. Her schedule didn't look terrible. She could handle this with what she knew.
Outside, Martha was not so ready. "Study? Like, reading?" Dammit, school sucked. She wanted to run around and play, not sit around and read. "Bye Martha! I'll see you later!" Jane waved as she followed the math teacher away. Martha waved back before falling against the wall. She nearly burst through the door before remembering the teacher's orders. "Ughhh. Why do we have to wait? I want to meet people!" She rocked on her heels.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 17, 2016 18:17:58 GMT
Shin waves a small goodbye to his comrades, before giving them a thumbs up as if he was saying: "Don't worry, I got this!" While following the math teacher, he decides to continue to ask more questions. "So if you don't couch, is there anything else you do outside the classroom?" he said with genuine curiosity in his tone. He then started to guess what the teacher was doing, -Maybe he is writing a book? or perhaps something a lot less mundane than that...-
Meanwhile, outside Shin's double continues to study the situation from outside of the school, but after a while started to get bored. At some point he begins to humor the idea of going to visit the school himself. Though he imagine having two people look alike was going to be weird, but then again maybe he could pass off as a twin...No, that won't work cause the headmaster already knows the number of students he was going to received. Sighing to himself in defeat, he continues to look at the school from a safe distance.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 20, 2016 5:01:15 GMT
As Shin and Jane left, following Misaki-sensei towards their classroom, Arthur’s phone screen flashed, bringing the information gathered from the photo he took directly from the JHWAB mainframe.
Soon the screen flickered and revealed the data, with the same kind of interference that previous pictures had. Aoi Misaki - Tokyo - Nagareboshi Gakuen Teacher – Tokyo U Graduate - Mundane Human -First of his class, son of a politician
The Math Teacher ignored Shin’s question as he walked forward -Here is your Classroom, wait until your…- Aoi Hisaki stopped Shin and Jane in front of their class door, right as, from the opposite side of the hallway a more or less agitated, face blushed and shifty eyes, Chairo arrived, fixing his clothes and his hair in a rush. –Sigh… your homeroom teacher arrives.- The Collected Math Teacher pointed and looked at his colleague with tired eyes as he could also notice a head, and because of the haircut he could guess that it was a female, peeking around the corner, right from the hallway the Passionate Literature Teacher came from. Aoi shook his head in disbelief as Chairo greeted the students.
–The headmaster will hear about this. - Those were the only words Aoi told his colleague as he crossed paths with him. Chairo’s face told the whole story, as he tried to appear calm, but it was quite evident that under the shallow “coolness” he tried to exude he was totally panicking. –So… You must be the new students, I’m the homeroom teacher of your class, Chairo Mizumi, also I’m your literature teacher, pleased to meet.- At first it didn’t seem like it, but the more he talked the more evident something got, he wasn’t looking at Shin at all his attention, creepily, was centered only on Jane.
–Please come on in.- He opened the door, inviting them in the classroom, very spacious, with the same design as the halls and very elegant and wide desks, one for each student. There were 8 students in the room, with 2 empty desks for Shin and Jane. Sitting in class were, in the first row, Seicho Matsumoto and Rian Seimei, with the third seat empty. In the second row were Uran Bakuhatsu in one side, Takane Takara in the other side with Kichi and Kiko Karakuri in the middle. The last row had Aishi Kajin and Yasui Kenka in one corner, with another empty desk besides them, occupied by their belongings.
Chairo entered the room, signaling them to follow him and to stand in front of the room, he then turned to face the students, most of them paying attention. –Welcome to a new year of classes my dear students. - His smiling face turned to the new students. –C’mon introduce yourselves to the class, name, previous school and all that.-
Yuu’s took the photo, and the screen flashed as the information was being taken from the JHWAB Mainframe. Once again the first thing the screen showed was the obscured information. But moments later the information was replaced with the proper date, after it flickered with minor interference and static, just like any other time they’ve used the phones to analyze students or staff from the school. Shiro Yukiyama - Osaka - Nagareboshi Gakuen Teacher – Licensed Medical Practitioner -Mundane Human -License to handle and buy dangerous materials revoked. As soon as that information appeared a small prompt appeared on the screen, it was a message from Akane, using the network to contact the phone directly.
-It seems the network is experimenting some lag between the photo and the information search, I’ll check what’s happening and try to smooth things over.-
Moments after the message arrived Shiro Yukiyama stood up, stretching his numb extremities and yawning, while lazily rubbing his eyes. He glanced around until his eyes met Yuu. He narrowed his eyes leaning forward, as if he was trying to see something that was far away and he couldn’t distinguish. Finally he shook his head and his hand went softly to his forehead, while he grabbed his glasses from his lab coat pocket and put them on. Without an ounce of the charm Chairo attempted, or the professionalism of Aoi, Shiro asked with a Kansai accent. –Huh, who’re ya?- Ain’t ya a looker…-
Subaru and Roshi rushed towards the main security hub of the HQ, trying to find more information about “Ikari Fukushi”, as they moved through the hallways Subaru kept asking Roshi questions, trying to fill up the gaps of what was altered on the Old Leader’s head. Seemingly he gave many orders he would’ve never give, sending teams to the wrong locations, placing little security in important targets. Many of the incidents that happened this year and even before had in some way been influenced by whatever Kuro-san used to alter his mind… Worse part is that he couldn’t remember what kind of power was used.
It was his fault of sending an Oni-level squad to face a Gainen, the same Gainen that infiltrated this very compound and almost killed a group being interviewed. It was his fault lowering the defenses in the Kyoto Shrine from where a Nexus stone was almost stolen. He even had a hand in placing Iyana, that sniveling idiot, as chief security in Sakurajima. It was insane. How much of the JHWAB operations were put in danger because of this. Roshi felt the guilt eating him up, but he crushed the feeling, stomping it and burning it with another one. Rage. He wouldn’t allow a no name threat to destroy what he worked for all his life, all the good the JHWAB did wouldn’t be extinguished by a man in the shadows. With that in mind, his resolve strengthened he entered the main security room completely sure that he would find the root of this.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 20, 2016 5:28:20 GMT
Shin went in front of the class and gave his fellow students a small polite bow before introducing himself in a rather casual tone, "Hey everybody!" he said while studying the whole classroom. Unknown to them, he was scanning them with his Mizukara Sight to see if he could detect anything supernatural about this group. Well more specifically, he was trying to remove the possibility of them being just regular students as he was trying to determine if their is any abnormal attributes to their identity, or even a foreign influence uncommon to the mundane world.
He waves his hand as he continues to speak, "My name is Shin, please to meet you all. As for my transfer, well for the longest time I was homeschooled before coming here," he finished speaking with a lie as he rubs the back of his head nervously. He was worried that telling them the school name of his clan's academy might activate another curse. "I'm not really used to this kinda setting, but I hope you guys can help me settle in." He looked at their homeroom teacher and points to the empty desk in the front and asks, "Can we sit anyway? Cause if so, I prefer to be in the front."
The reason for his desire to sit in the front was so that Jane could use her device to profile the others, and he will serve as the distraction due to his lack of skill handling technology. Then turning his attention to Jane he asks, "Unless you rather sit there, I won't mind being in the back either," he asked her politely, but gave her a small wink to let her know that he thinks it would be best if he was sitting in the front. Yet, it was more than just the mission that was his motivation, there was a certain vibe around the homeroom teacher when he was looking at Jane that made him wish the math guy was here instead.
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