Tension Rising - Main thread [Fight or Flight]

Her answer even to that had been vague and unspecific. Just how deep rooted was her insecurity, was her desire not to stand out? Still, she can't be as insecure as Emily, Jon reminded himself, wondering how the Irish girl was doing. He had a feeling that she wouldn't have stuck around to fight, so he imagined that she was largely unscathed still. Sen must have something she really wants to hide, Jon considered, pausing with a distant smile instead of immediately replying to her. And hopefully there will come the day when she trusts me enough to open up.


At the moment, a slightly awkward boy who was more like a lampost than an actual human decided to sit at their table. He regarded them silently with slightly freaky eyes, and Jon considered for a brief moment asking him how he was and making a formal introduction, but before he could do that, Teru, son of Dracula, arrived with the dark-dressed girl he remembered spotting several days previously in his wake. Jon sighed quietly as Teru and Sen began to speak. He had been robbed of his opportunity to talk to Sen alone, and for some reason he felt a little sentimental over it. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she was already so relaxed around Teru, but quickly reminded himself that they had spent more time together, and that it was a natural bond. No, he would have his time, he just had to stay typically calm and patient.


Lost for a moment in that thought, Jon had been simply smiling into the distance and allowing the pair of them to catch up. After all, Teru had been fairly frosty with him last time he tried to be friendly (although he was overexcited and partially unintelligable, he told himself), and he didn't want to barge into their conversation. He entered back into an interesting part of the conversation when Sen put the pieces together and realised that the new pair had quite the intimate connection. Jon's eyes were wide in slight disbelief, although he quickly shook of the gesture. Somehow, that fact disappointed him. He had wondered if Teru, in spite of his looks, would be a lot more interesting and different, but it seemed like his contemporaries he had wasted no time in finding a girl.


As the debate took a turn for the paranoid, Jon glanced jovially over at lizard-man, who had remained silent the entire time too. Goth-baroness, or Kiara as she was actually called, had just started to preach all sorts of paranoia. Jon struggled to stop his eyes from widening again, hiding the motion underneath a well timed adjustment of his mahogany glasses. Then, to his surprise, Sen had an angry outburst and disappeared off into the crowds. He watched her go, a concerned smile on his features. Clearly, the paranoia had been too much for her. For Jon though, Kiara'a words actually helped him to sympathise with her. After all, she clearly had a more deep-rooted reason for acting all rebellious, and Jon now felt slightly guilty for judging her before. She was completely wrong, of course, and her words were hard not to take some kind of negative reaction against, but she was now another mystery, and Jon loved mysteries.


He wondered for a second whether he should go after Sen, but decided that she wouldn't want him fussing over her. Besides, somebody had to combat the queen of paranoia instead of overwhelming themselves. "I don't know about you," he spoke directly to Kiara with his calm, neutral smile, "but when I look around this room, all I see is individuals. Unique, often eccentric individuals who are completely and utterly themselves. I'd hardly say that oodballs like Professor Van Middlesworth, his assistant and those people," he indicated over at Kojiro and Mary," have been forced through a mold. Of course," he leant back on his chair and raised his arms behind his head, something fresh and thrilling and angry flowing through his veins, "you're inclined to agree, but you can't make such sweeping statements yourself without honestly seeing the world through anothers eyes." There was no hint of anger or aggression in his voice; Jon spoke calmly and clearly as always.


Sen was wrong, Jon thought, This woman isn't looking for attention. Far from it, this paranoia of hers is so deep seated that it's consumed her entire being.


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Mary

Mary noticed that Kojiro seemed to have more than enough food. Good, She thought. More for me. She sat down by him, as he was the only person she knew so far, and the only other returning student she knew of. "So," She asked as she began eating, speaking between bites of food. "How has life been treating you since you graduated?" She smiled as she thought of what she'd been doing. Beating people up and being a hero, that's what she'd been doing. She was curious what a man with Kojiro's... particular set of skills, had been doing for a living. As for Mary, she'd just been doing jobs here and there, like being a waitress... Not that she considered them her real job. That would be vigilantism. But, unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay well.
 
Kojiro

Kojiro was interrupted by Mary sliding over and sitting opposite him. At this point he had already finished one tray of food and began eating the other tray. "You'd be amazed how much people pay you to beat the shit out of someone." he spoke with a full mouth, somehow still legible to speak.


For most of his time he was travelling to find people who could beat him or earning money by being involved in the street crime he was in before the academy, this time on a higher scale. It usually involved contracts from either rival drug lords or the police, usually breaking in, beating everyone up, then coming back out. Seeing as there was no way he could lose to them, it was a safe way of earning money. At times of indulgence he searched for rogues to beat up while they caused havoc with their powers.


@JustanotherRPer
 
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.4afd7bf41354c1df1905b83b007f197d.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="28904" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.4afd7bf41354c1df1905b83b007f197d.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Kiara shrugged at Teru. "She started it," she replied. "Calls me paranoid and then doesn't even try to seriously understand the situation. Instead, she'd rather lash out at me, but that's ok. It's nothing new."


Then, the other tall, lanky fellow started. Kiara leaned on the table and attended to his argument with civility. He might not agree with her, but at least this guy was courteous enough to attempt a calm discourse.


"Of course you see individuals," Kiara replied in a flat tone. "That's what you've been indoctrinated to see. Consider, though, how the media pushes for individuality, but yet markets products so that people can all look much the same. I don't mean like clones, but you have your weight loss products, your hair loss products, not to mention the ads for sneakers, jeans and even cars. They target the masses and tell them, 'buy this so you can be like this person in the ad! Look how happy he is!' and it's all a farce."


"So, people who aren't satisfied with their own lives – again, because the media bombards them with images of better lives – are tricked into funneling their hard-earned cash to conglomerates filled with executive directors and chairmen of the boards to achieve the dreams that have been artificially generated for them."


"It's not paranoia, in the strictest sense," Kiara continued. "It's just a more open-eyed point of view. All of these teachers here, while unique to a degree, are all part of the 'machine' if you will that runs this academy. They all have strict rules and guidelines to follow, and for what purpose? To educate us how to use our power."


"I submit to you, that you already know how to use your power, so why do you need these people?" she asked. "Further, would it honestly surprise you if you learned that all of the data that this school gathers about you – your sleep habits, your eating schedule and what you eat, when you exercise and so on – isn't being collected and handed over to the government? We all know how the government feels about us, right?"


Kiara leaned in a little closer and lowered her voice. "I think that these rogues were former students of this or another school that the government has hand-selected for their specific talents. I think that these rogues were easily duped and they believe that their cause is just. What better way to eliminate the meta problem than to send in a bunch of our own where the government can wash their bloody hands and disavow any knowledge of the attack?"


"Look," she continued as she sat back, "they hit us at precisely the right time to take out as many of us as possible. Coincidence? We were lucky this time; the next time, they'll hit us a lot harder. Do you really want to be here when that happens?"


Kiara enjoyed this kind of sparring. The guy made some sense but yet seemed open to hear her side of the argument. She didn't much care if she convinced him or not; she knew what she believed in and that was enough.


"I can only imagine that this speech has to be better than the orientation one," Kiara said to Teru, "and I doubt they'll tell us anything more than what they want us to know."


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Fox stomped into the cafeteria angrily, it had happened when she had her back turned but someone destroyed one of her favorite nap trees and it pissed her off. And it was morning. And the cafeteria had too much processed food for her taste. She sighed and did her best to cope though, loading her plate with meat fruit and vegetables as she did. Now, where should I sit she thought to herself, looking for a friendly face.
 
Teru

Teru sat back and decided against chiming in. He may hate it himself, being part of the said elite the run the country through his parents. However to voice either way seemed hypocritical so just decided watching Kiara's facial expressions and her eyes through her sunglasses was a far more interesting and occupying activity.


While they spoke this gave him time to think what to say to Sen. He could already see it, the first moment he talked to her she would things like how much of an ass Kiara was to her. To him that was dependent on your viewpoints, so internally shrugged.


He drew a blank though so decided to see what happened once they next converse. So instead he went to his previous activity of admiring mostly Kiara debating. Her facial expressions were more pronounced, as though to exaggerate her points. He wondered if the speech would happen soon though, as Teru was already done with his lunch.


@SkyGinge @Kharmin @Elegy
 
Jon listened to her argument, and quickly realised that he had bitten onto more than he could chew. Not only was her paranoias deep seated, but it was also well reasoned, logical, and had Jon somebody a little more weak minded then he would have probably gone along with her. More than that though, in some aspects she was right. I need to actually put some thought into things in advance if I want to convince her otherwise. And I'm not sure I an even get here to hear me out that far.


"With that first point, I whole-heartedly agree," Jon started, invigorated now. He felt like it was his responcibility to back up a reasonable point of view, lest somebody would be swept away by Kiara's words and equally swamped in paranoia. "The media do have that manipulative influence on us, although they hardly opperate purely to make us 'conform' or whatever, but instead to sell their products as you say. I'm no politics expert, but that's all part of consumerism. And sure, it has its faults, but do you see the vast majority complaining?"


"Still, that's all irrelevant. Look around you again. Is everybody in here wearing the same set of clothes? Are we all loathing over the fact that we don't have the new trousers, or the new Energenie sponsered shoes? The kind of oppresive conformism you preach is far from a reality, and whilst there are elements of it present that give you the viewpoint you have..." Jon stopped, paused. Whilst he was a decent public speaker, he certainly didn't feel like he could honestly carry a strong argument with absolutely no preperation, and besides, the issue was hardly something he knew a lot about nor normally felt passionately about.


"Imagine what this school would be like without working as a 'machine', as you put it," Jon continued, "Then what? People would be doing different things all over the place, it would be chaos. Soon people would be fighting for conformity again just to organise things. Whilst it has its faults, which you rightly point out, there's no reason why working as a machine can't be a good thing too."


"Also, whilst the human race is a fundamentally selfish race, that doesn't mean that everybody clings to that nature," Jon continued, eyes ablaze. "For example, I guarentee to you that the majority of teachers here teach purposely for our own good. After all, with powers like theirs, they could easily embrace a life of crime, but they choose to remain here, for our benefit. I also ask why you state 'educating us on our powers' like it's a bad thing. Because I for one have very little control over my power, and without this school I'm a danger to society. Might be good in your opinion, but I don't want to be the cause of anything drastic."


"In regards to the attack, think of it through the eyes of a rogue meta. Not a rogue meta controlled by a government or anything, just a standard rogue meta, angry at the school for some reason. I dunno, maybe a teacher gave your sister detention or something. So you're planning an attack, and you want to cause the most damage as possible. This is the prime moment! And there, is a viewpoint untainted by government intervention."


"I merely ask that you consider things outside of your particular viewpoint, and by consider I don't mean think about it for a moment and then cling to your conformation. There's nothing in particular that screams 'government' for the attack as much as 'angry individual meta'. If the government were really out to kill us all, then surely attacks like these would have been more frequent in the past? And if the teachers just want to make us conform, or just want to monitor data on us and send it off to the government then why would they personally put so much effort into defending the school. You don't intend to, but you disrespect the good intentions of the staff, and that's what set off Sen."


"Forgive me if my argument isn't brilliant," Jon added, standing up, now tired. "I apologise that I can't give you anything better, and I'll be better prepared for our next debate. Me throat's hardly used to all this long talking though, I'm parched." He tucked his chair under the table and made to leave, but just as he was about to, he stepped backwards and leant over his shoulder, placing his hand on the table, to address her. "Just one last thing. If everything is so obviously a government ploy, then why are you the only one so worried about it? Surely you can't be arrogant enough to believe you're the only one perceptive enough to notice."


"Auf Wiedersehn, see you all later," he disappeared into the crowd. He wasn't afraid or unconfortable with facing Kiara, but instead he purely felt like to give her a proper, well-meaning debate he would have to be better prepared. Besides, now he had an actual excuse to check up on Sen. Grabbing a cup of squash from the table, Jon went to find her.


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@Shura11
 
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.9f72e3d8c324136bca85416fcd462187.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="28906" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.9f72e3d8c324136bca85416fcd462187.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Kiara listened to the fellow's argument. He actually tried, and for that Kiara held some respect for him. Still, he was just another cog in the machine, oblivious to the larger machinations that surrounded and influenced him. It saddened her, in a way, that such an intelligent and well spoken person should be so lost.


She turned to Teru after everyone had left. "Well, that went well," she said as she gently elbowed him in the arm. "We should have your friends over for dinner sometime. I'll make a quiche."


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Sen Harper


Reached the courtyard outside where some of the students had gathered, though most were still having breakfast. The open air helped to cool her temper and ease her anxieties. She didn't regret what she said or how she though things. Sen had spent enough time on the streets observing the general population to have seen a lot. If the was some crack pot theory or great cause chances were shed seen a few people standing on a street corner preaching about it. It was always fun to sit and just watch them rant and rave. Carry on about how they were right and the world was wrong.


But that was on a street corner where she willingly sat to hear the ideals of another, she wasn't too fond of someone trying to cram it down her throat and force their perspective on her. She was also never a fan of the fear of "big brother" these people hated order and systems like it was some kind of disease but what did they want? Let everyone do as they like? Steal, rape kill as they will with no system to prevent it? Have no way to catch or prevent those with power from abusing it? Anarchy and all of tins chaotic glory was not a theory she agreed with.


There we're countries out there who tried imprisoning those who we're different and imposed much stricter rules on their people. Freedom of speech was a far of ideal some people still fought for. Sen smirked slightly amused at the thought of how Kiara would fair in such a place, where the start of some sort of out cry was met with death. Sen subscribed no real theories or faith, every cause had their faults and values. Sen might not have obeyed every law or followed fast and trends but she didn't see it as some grand evil. She walked the line of order not out of rebellion but out of survival. Get what you need to live by any means necessary so long as you don't get caught. Instead of fighting the system she played it to her advantage.


Sen sighed softly pausing by a bench, walking always helped her clear her head and settle inner turmoil. She sat back on the empty bench away from the crowds under the shade of a random tee. Her eyes scanned the courtyard watched, observing others and their interactions, a role she was comfortable with.
 
Sipping on his squash, Jon soon caught sight of her sitting alone away from the crowds. She seemed to be calming down on her own, and Jon now regretted coming after her; it hadn't been the most logical thing to do in the grand scheme of things, as she was perfectly happy alone as he knew, and he could hardly offer her much in the way of meaningful consolation. He smiled wryly to himself and turned away from her, wondering if she'd noticed him or not. Shy people were difficult to truly reach. But that was what made them so interesting to him.


Now finding himself standing awkwardly in the middle of the courtyard, Jon now regretted walking away from the table. Yet he reminded himself that he still was unlikely to listen to him until he could find a real show-stopping way of showing her otherwise. It had always been Jon's personal motto to leave people to their own desires, but if he were to do so with Kiara, he was worried she'd grow even more paranoid and a danger to herself and others. He wondered if it were the right thing to try and make her change. Either way, he'd certainly need to be more prepared for when they inevitably debated again.


I wonder what Teru sees in her, he wondered to himself, not particularly fussed at this point that he was still stood awkwardly alone in the middle of the courtyard. I mean, it must be something for him to get together with her after such a short period of time. Ah, who am I to judge? He tried to shrug off the thought. Evidently they had found themselves, and that was probably a good thing. Still, he wondered what would attract someone to somebody so painfully paranoid. Maybe he just likes girls who dress in black, he mused. After all, us boys are normally much simpler when it comes to attraction. Just as I like shy girls, he could like goths, or sadists, or even just girls with shades.


Jon had never had a girlfriend. He wasn't dying to change that fact, nor did it really bug him, as he knew he could have had one if he wanted. Back home in Britain, he knew almost positively that there was somebody who fancied him, probably worrying about him at that very moment. But Jon wasn't looking for love; he'd take it only if it presented itself to him. Similarly, Jon knew he was different in the way he found girl's attractive.


But let's not dwell on that, he turned back to Sen momentarily, his smile a little sadder than normal. You've got enough on your plate as it is, with school work, meta-work and all these dang mysteries. I suppose I should add Kiara to that imaginary mystery list.


If I were to have a codename, it'd definitely be 'The Detective', he decided.
 
Mary

"Yeah, I didn't get payed much when I fought... Vigilantism isn't a very reliable job. I had to do other jobs alongside it... But now I'm here, to protect these kids from bad guys." She was kind of nervous about that, despite all her seeming confidence. She didn't know how strong these other metas were... They managed to destroy the gym, so they must have been pretty powerful. We can handle em. I hope... Nah, they could handle them. "So, what do you think of this whole thing? Fighting other metas. They seem to be pretty powerful. Are you nervous?"


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While looking around the cafeteria fox saw one other boy who didn't seem to have a place. Without thinking she went over to him and worked up a smile, "do you not have a place to sit either pack mate?" She asked in a laughing tone.


@SkyGinge
 
Sen Harper


Sen scanned the courtyard watching some student running or sitting chatting with one another. Some were doing small little shows with there powers or trying to engage in some kind of competition. It was interesting watching others. The last threads of negative emotions faded away as she enjoyed the fresh air. The only thing that kept her from really being comfortable was not having her hoodie.


She noticed Jon enter the court yard looking to be in some what of a daze or at least in deep thought. She found him to be good company and helpful. She notice another girl come up to him and just smiled slightly before looking off again waiting for this big announcement so she could head back to her room.
 
Without warning, the ceiling of the cafeteria dropped down in a funnel shape, with Zebediah sliding down it unharmed. He landed on a table with a clamorous din, but was otherwise fine. He immediately whipped his aura back to the ceiling to recombine it with the floor of the dorms above and return it to its original shape. "Mentlegen, I have made a very grim discovery."


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Glaedwyn, smiling but internally aggravated with that arrogant, vain alumnus, walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a tray, loading it up with toast, things of orange marmalade, and a glass of milk. He noticed a thing of hard boiled eggs off to the side and grabbed a couple of those as well, then walked over to where Ms. Paranoia and Mr. Hotshot were sitting. He noticed some tension so he thought he'd cut it with a blunt saw.


"Hey guys, how're doing?" he said, gesturing to Teru and Kiara, "Seeing as you guys chose to completely avoid any sort of combat while the rest of us were getting beaten to shit and almost dying left and right. Oh, that's right, a couple of us actually did die, rather brutally in fact. It's okay, we only had to kill several dozen copies of the same snarky sarcastic bastard, get cut up, smashed around, and in one case completely decapitated," he said with a big smile, "Oh, but I'm sure you two had your own problems. So please, tell us about the abuse you two suffered? Were you slammed against a wall by an eight foot sand freak? Or maybe you were almost gutted by a handful of clones? Oh, or maybe you almost died in some gruesome, painful way?"


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Zebediah gave Teru and Kiara look that conveyed mixed emotions. "While I am sure they were using common sense and walking away from a potentially fatal disaster, it would have been helpful to have the Railgun Guy present. That aside, I am glad you two are safe."


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Jon looked and noticed that a smallish, green hoodie clad girl had approached him and was enquiring politely over his wellbeing. "Oh, I've finished eating now, actually, 'Pack Mate'," he replied jovially, echoing her greeting without really understanding what she meant. "But if you need a seat, I can point you in the right direction. I just left that table, over there:" he pointed over at the tabel with Kiara and Teru on, wondering what Kiara had thought about his argument. Then, a boy he didn't recongised approached and began to harrass them. "Or maybe, that wouldn't be the best table to go to..." he grinned sheepishly at Fox. Then Zebediah appeared again and promptly disappeared in such erratic fashion that Jon decided there was little point replying to him until he was sure he had his attention. Not that, given Zebediah's current state, it looked like he would ever give something full attention...


"I can help you to find a seat if you'd like," Jon returned to Fox with a glance over at Sen. His natural complusion to help and make others happy was already kicking in, and at any rate, it was a good excuse to dodge the drama and stop overthinking things. "I'm Jon, Jon Byrd." He nodded respectfully to er.
 
"Fox Redtail," Fox said gleefully," And I'm looking for company more than anything else, as much as I love my squiral friends, conversations a little limited with them." Fox's mood had lifted when her greeting was returned. After her time with the wolf pack she'd wanted a pack of her own, and after the fight she felt extremely gratified that she was surrounded by people that would hunt with her and watch her back. Long story short, hearing the confirmation of that elated her in many ways.


@SkyGinge
 
Alem, who had made his way out of the hole of not-knowing anything. And into a world of not-knowing anything.


After exiting the pocket dimension and finding his way back to the dormitory, despite sleeping the pocket dimension for who knows how long, he collapsed on his bed, ignored any drama or activities happening outside his room. And slept once again in his much more comfortable lodgings than the cramped floor of a closet sized pocket realm.


The next morning, he promptly woke up about 27 minutes late for breakfast, pulled on some new clothing and put the robes he always wore over them. Although they were probably due to get washed soon enough, he then exited his room, once again ignored any drama, used the toilet. And made his way to the cafeteria.


From that point, you can probably summarize the events yourself, He made his way to the cafeteria once again not paying attention to any drama he passed on his way. Got some food, and sat down, presumably around other people who are in the process of eating. And he quickly dug into whatever food was on his plate, as to not be as tired, And hopefully he wouldn't spend the whole day in a pocket dimension.
 
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"I'm not so much a fan of quiche, I think something meatier would do me."


Any other conversation was cut short abruptly when the loud kid who loved annoying people, annoyed him.


He visibly sighed and gave a neutral face to him. The last thing this guy did was try to rape his ear drums, so first impressions were not great at first.


"Honestly? We were in the wrong place at the wrong time to be fighting. We were at the dorms. I am no psychic who can tell if some went shit down at the gym. I was simply helping Kiara because she needed assistance. So unless you want a bullet to explode next to your ears, I prefer your statement to be considerate that some people aren't where you want them to be or do what you wish for them to do. If there were enemies trying to kill me like they did with you? Sure. If there is a large dorm wide announcement telling people to get in the bunker? I ain't arguing.


So unless you want me to start stalking you everywhere so I can have the same issues you have, go away."


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"Ah, well, if it's merely company you seek then I'll be more than happy to oblige," Jon grinned back. "Though, we should probably move away from here," he added as the argument got even more heated. He could have stepped in and tried to take sides, but from what he could hear he kind of agreed with both of them. And besides, he didn't want to make himself some kind of public announcer figure with all these long debates and arguments. No, he would leave them to settle their own differences.


Steering Fox away to the far side of the courtyard, Jon leant against a tree. "So, Fox, from what you've said I presume you can talk with animals?" Her name was certainly fitting if he were right, as if her parents had known how she'd turn out at birth. He chuckled to himself, still smiling as ever, as he realised that ironically they probably hadn't known at all. Nature's sense of humour is amazing, he thought.


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Fox grinned then shifted to a red tailed hawk, flew up to perch on a branch just above him then shifted back giggling, "Full on shifter actually, knowing how to talk with animals is a handy side benefit. What about you? I bet you have some awesome power right?"


@SkyGinge
 
Boris took another sip of his robot-made wodka. Some called it disgusting, others called it lethal, a few called it starship-grade fuel. Boris called it delicious.


The Mannequin was right next to him, as still as only a robot could be. Its arms were crossed behind its back, and it seemed to be staring forward.


"Alright Mannequin! Let's go check the cafeteria!" Boris responded, still surprisingly lucid. "They have to have gotten some decent drinks in the years I was away."


Boris didn't remember how he got to the Winford Academy in the first place. But he didn't remember a lot of things. Like making his robot. Or making his robot better. You get the picture.


The doors of the cafeteria slams open, and in walks a blond man, with huge bags under his eyes. Around his waist was a utility belt, filled to the brim with tools. He checks his pants for money. Looking through his back pocket, he found a note saying 'This card has fifty dollars for food. Don't waste it again. - Past Boris'


So, after grabbing a few rolls and an entire bread, he tried to put the note in the slot necessary to pay.


"Not that card, love, the plastic one." The cafeteria lady said to him. He picked the other card from his back pocket and rammed it into the slot, ignoring the look from the cafeteria lady.


"Alright, love, your card has forty-eight dollars remaining. Someone should really fix that offer of unlimited bread..." She muttered the last part, but Boris could still hear it. He simply didn't really care.


He sat down at a random table, his robot still following. He seemingly wrenched open the robot's chest area, and crammed in most of the bread.


He began smearing his rolls four centimeters thick with chocolate spread, pulled out a bottle of robot-made wodka and a glass and poured himself a glass. He ignored pretty much any drama around.
 
Kojiro

"I'm excited! I bagged me a rogue on the way here, some Blaze guy."


Kojiro looked over to where some teenage boys were arguing , thinking they should stop talking and sock each other. aybe he could go over and join the fight....


He was interrupted by the crazy drunk russian entering, pissed off his face as per usual. He seemed to have a memory of breaking it once for the sake of kicking it, under the guise that he was testing if it broke.
 
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