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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Mao Mitsutada, Just Some Teacher (Probably)™
Combat Room
0905
Mao’s fingernails were at the threat of going extinct, and would have been if Subliminal hadn’t stepped in and tapped her on the shoulder, directing her attention to the student in the same row she was seated at. She could only nod quietly beside Subliminal as he chided the boy on his usage of his earpieces, and said nothing herself. She would’ve appeared to be a fool if she had. When all had been said and done, Mao sat back on her seat, and promptly melted away from everyone else’s sight.
That was probably why the blondie didn’t notice her noticing him, as he made his exit from the combat room. The ensuing crash in front of the rest of the students from one of them losing his shit barely made an impression on her. These kinds of things happen everyday on the first day of school. She rose, and followed after the student, her footsteps masterfully masked as she strode alongside him as he explored the school corridors, looking around for any oncoming threats to his expedition. Little did he know that one was already standing right next to him every step of the way.
The student probably didn’t know where she came from, and, by all rights, should be surprised when she appeared out of thin air, as if stepping out of an invisible wormhole, in front of him. She flipped through her mental notes of the students attending the PSA this year, trying to recall the particular student in front of her. There were only so few foreigners. One was the November kid, and the other was--
“Alexander Grey. Hey, Mao Mitsutada here, Just Some Teacher (Probably)™ , at your service.” She rummaged in the pockets of her coat, then pulled out a piece of paper, before proceeding to pretend to read off it. “Are you lost, child? Well, look no further because your friendly Peace Sign Academia educational officer is here to assist. Looking to answer nature’s call? The bathroom is just down this hallway behind you, take a left at the first junction. If you have only just visited the bathroom-- you know what, let’s just cut the crap.” Mao crushed the piece of paper in her hand and tossed it with unerring accuracy at the trash bin at the side of the corridor. “You’re not supposed to wander around, especially not during a conduct like this. I’m telling you this nicely, alright? I don’t have to get serious, and I don’t want any of the other teachers to do so as well. You saw just how easily Tokage-san was stomping those three back there. God help you if she’s the one they send after ya. So do me and yourself a favor, and just go back, alright?”
Dea NovemberCombat Room
0917
She almost cheered when Ms. Itami struck home, destroying the rebreather unit, and near jumped with joy when she saw the prideful facade of the dragon give way. It was crushed entirely when the teacher recovered, throwing away the true act. What a fool she had been. Of course it was just some trick. What was she thinking? She fancied herself a tactician, a natural at depending on her instincts. No foe would carry their weakness so obviously alongside them.
Damnations. She couldn’t carry on. Her internal battery was overclocking it as is. She couldn’t…she needed the sun. She needed light. A thousand damnations. The adrenaline rush still pumped through her body, but that was only just worsening things. Her body felt like lead. She desperately needed light. She just wasn’t putting a dent on the teacher, no matter what. She took in gulps of air, trying to recover her strength as she steadied herself. There was nothing she could do. She watched in trepidation, as the teacher picked up both her compatriots and hurled them straight at her. An attempt to take them all down in one fell swoop, she supposed. She gritted her teeth. The teacher was just toying with them.
She will surpass her. She will be stronger. She would not be considered second best, not to these second bests. A certain anger flared up within her, the fire burning at her heart. No one played with a November and lived to tell the tale. Or at least, anyone she was aware of.
What a fool. A damnable fool. She allowed herself one more confident smile, beaming straight at the sight of adversity. Very well. If she were to lose, then she would. With grace and beauty. She deftly caught both Tarou and Itami as they were hurled back towards her again, felt her arms almost give way under the force of the dragon’s throw, released them, then stood in front of them. She turned slightly to them. “I’m sorry, Ms. Itami, Mr. Tarou. I guess I’m not as good as I thought I was.”
She grinned, and seemed almost as if she was shining, a bright, warm glow emanating from her as she readied herself to receive whatever she could with the last ounce of her strength.
“As the commoners say,” Dea brushed a lock of hair from her face daintily, turning her attention to the dragon, then motioned to her, “bring it on.”
Combat Room
0905
Mao’s fingernails were at the threat of going extinct, and would have been if Subliminal hadn’t stepped in and tapped her on the shoulder, directing her attention to the student in the same row she was seated at. She could only nod quietly beside Subliminal as he chided the boy on his usage of his earpieces, and said nothing herself. She would’ve appeared to be a fool if she had. When all had been said and done, Mao sat back on her seat, and promptly melted away from everyone else’s sight.
That was probably why the blondie didn’t notice her noticing him, as he made his exit from the combat room. The ensuing crash in front of the rest of the students from one of them losing his shit barely made an impression on her. These kinds of things happen everyday on the first day of school. She rose, and followed after the student, her footsteps masterfully masked as she strode alongside him as he explored the school corridors, looking around for any oncoming threats to his expedition. Little did he know that one was already standing right next to him every step of the way.
The student probably didn’t know where she came from, and, by all rights, should be surprised when she appeared out of thin air, as if stepping out of an invisible wormhole, in front of him. She flipped through her mental notes of the students attending the PSA this year, trying to recall the particular student in front of her. There were only so few foreigners. One was the November kid, and the other was--
“Alexander Grey. Hey, Mao Mitsutada here, Just Some Teacher (Probably)™ , at your service.” She rummaged in the pockets of her coat, then pulled out a piece of paper, before proceeding to pretend to read off it. “Are you lost, child? Well, look no further because your friendly Peace Sign Academia educational officer is here to assist. Looking to answer nature’s call? The bathroom is just down this hallway behind you, take a left at the first junction. If you have only just visited the bathroom-- you know what, let’s just cut the crap.” Mao crushed the piece of paper in her hand and tossed it with unerring accuracy at the trash bin at the side of the corridor. “You’re not supposed to wander around, especially not during a conduct like this. I’m telling you this nicely, alright? I don’t have to get serious, and I don’t want any of the other teachers to do so as well. You saw just how easily Tokage-san was stomping those three back there. God help you if she’s the one they send after ya. So do me and yourself a favor, and just go back, alright?”
Dea NovemberCombat Room
0917
She almost cheered when Ms. Itami struck home, destroying the rebreather unit, and near jumped with joy when she saw the prideful facade of the dragon give way. It was crushed entirely when the teacher recovered, throwing away the true act. What a fool she had been. Of course it was just some trick. What was she thinking? She fancied herself a tactician, a natural at depending on her instincts. No foe would carry their weakness so obviously alongside them.
Damnations. She couldn’t carry on. Her internal battery was overclocking it as is. She couldn’t…she needed the sun. She needed light. A thousand damnations. The adrenaline rush still pumped through her body, but that was only just worsening things. Her body felt like lead. She desperately needed light. She just wasn’t putting a dent on the teacher, no matter what. She took in gulps of air, trying to recover her strength as she steadied herself. There was nothing she could do. She watched in trepidation, as the teacher picked up both her compatriots and hurled them straight at her. An attempt to take them all down in one fell swoop, she supposed. She gritted her teeth. The teacher was just toying with them.
She will surpass her. She will be stronger. She would not be considered second best, not to these second bests. A certain anger flared up within her, the fire burning at her heart. No one played with a November and lived to tell the tale. Or at least, anyone she was aware of.
What a fool. A damnable fool. She allowed herself one more confident smile, beaming straight at the sight of adversity. Very well. If she were to lose, then she would. With grace and beauty. She deftly caught both Tarou and Itami as they were hurled back towards her again, felt her arms almost give way under the force of the dragon’s throw, released them, then stood in front of them. She turned slightly to them. “I’m sorry, Ms. Itami, Mr. Tarou. I guess I’m not as good as I thought I was.”
She grinned, and seemed almost as if she was shining, a bright, warm glow emanating from her as she readied herself to receive whatever she could with the last ounce of her strength.
“As the commoners say,” Dea brushed a lock of hair from her face daintily, turning her attention to the dragon, then motioned to her, “bring it on.”
Dea November: Energy 3%