As the assault went on Thisa was just as enraged, they had the audacity to attack her, but no... they weren't attacking her, it was the knight. The knight kept a defensive posture, using its shield to attempt to take the brunt of the damage, and more specifically to keep her out of the crossfire. The knight only retaliated when a student got too close, and even then it was only to drive the person away rather then to land a killing blow. It was then that Thisa realized what was happening, she was the aggressor in all of this, the bad guy, the villain. Her vision skewed, the battlefield became nothing but a distortion of color, she was blinded. Through all the chaos Thisa heard one thing she forgot about, Harold. She had no idea how he got past the knight but he did and was right there, not that Thisa could see him. It was enough just to hear his voice and to feel his presence to break her resolve and as a result to dissipate her anger. Holy hell what was she doing? None of this was right, she caused a WAR to break out in the cafeteria... over nothing but her own rage. Thisa blinked trying to make sense of what was happening beyond the mixture of colors, but she didn't need to see, she fully knew what was happening it had to end. With a downward swipe of her hand she gave the command, the knight's service was complete. The process was quick, the robot regressed back into its primal state of molten metal, and then back into its component pieces, all the metal that was once used as the knight's body. Before the dismantling the knight contacted Harold one more time, *"My service is complete, I leave my stead to you. Protect the Maker."* The world started spinning, before she knew it Thisa was on her knees, her stamina all but gone and her mind emotionally fried. She whispered perhaps to herself or perhaps to Harold standing next to her, *"I'm sorry... just... so sorry for what I did..."* with that Thisa fell to her side now curled into the fetal position. She was still conscious much to her dismay, if only everything never happened, if only she wasn't there to observe what happened next. Thisa couldn't see him but she heard Jason's booming voice, she didn't need to know who he was to know he was a ruler. She closed her eyes ready for whatever penalty was coming her way.

Even though this girl, Belle, had reassured her that her messy habits wasn’t anything she should be conscious of, Poppy still grabbed a napkin and swiped it over her face, removing tomato sauce from her lips. The blonde leaned her weight on her elbow that was digging into the table, telling herself to eat slowly and savor the taste. Yet still, she devoured it at a pace most would turn their noses at. The silence became awkward for Poppy, but she figured that the other girl didn’t feel it at all – she seemed so relaxed. “Um, ah, uh…” She meant to finish her sentence and ask what it is that Belle was working on; however, the commotion had gained her undivided attention. Forks and knives suddenly flew up as shouting occurred and Poppy ducked her head down, placing her hands protectively over her head. It would suck if she died by a fork, seriously. Peeking through her sloppy bangs, she managed to see the knight that had materialized over a girl’s anger. That was when chaos erupted: people laughed and then fought, did nothing and then did everything. Colors swirled in a mass of powers, fire and ice, flight and speed. It was all a blur for Poppy as she attempted to press her face into the table. It was only when, after all the shouting and yelling had stopped, that Poppy lifted her head. There was nothing more to attack – the knight was gone. “Should we, ah, go see what, um, happened?” Poppy inquired, looking at Belle expectantly.

The flashes and booms stopped as the students backed away from the dismantled pile of metal that used to be the Knight. Soon a tense silence settled down in the cafeteria. Their eyes turned to the crouched Thisa. It was obvious she was behind it all, seeing as she was the closest one to the pile that wasn't facing it. The sound of clapping resonated throughout the area, and all eyes turned to the source. It was Henrietta, and she didn't look pleased. A boy and a girl were walking side-by-side next to her. They were Winston Chill's two Lieutenants, and they did not look anymore pleased to be with Henrietta as she did with them. The four Rulers present and the representatives gathered in front of the crowd. Jason put a groggy Louise down and crossed his arms. "Okay, so, anyone going to bother telling me what happened here?" Henrietta spoke up: "Michael was pulling his usual stunts, ended up getting the girl pissed and she brought out a big metal knight . . . in defense. That thing wouldn't attack unless attacked, so trying to bring it down was pointless; it wouldn't have done a thing." The girl representative of Winston glared at Michael. "I warned you to stop doing that, Michael. Eventually something like this was going to happen if you kept those little pranks of yours up." The boy shuffled his feet and looked away guiltily. Anderson and Lietman took their places at his right and left respectively. Jason shook his head. "That still doesn't change the fact that the girl lost it and . . . well, brought that thing out. Not even Lietman with all his hotheaded stupidity would use his abilities to vent. This girl did however." Henrietta said nothing. He was right of course. She approached Thisa and stared down at her, a hand on her hip. "Listen, I understand that you were angry, in fact, a lot of people are annoyed when Michael pull stuff like that, but one of the first things that everyone here who gains abilities has to understand is this: Never, ever get hostile with your powers unless it's a formal challenge with witnesses and duels. I hope you realize that you could kill someone with your abilities." "It only takes one little slip to snuff out someone's life after all." The boy representative turned to Louise. "Well, Marshal, you're in charge of dispensing justice here when the Rulers are involved. What is your verdict?" Louise, a tired expression on her face, walked towards Thisa and motioned to Michael to come forward. The boy jumped and ran forward, obviously frightened of the small girl. Henrietta shook her head, as if trying to get rid of unpleasant memories and backed away as Louise approached. "Hello, girl. My name is Louise Sophoro. Today, I'll be your judge, jury and executioner. Nice to meet you~" she stated in a dull drawl.

Noting how the conversation between the appearent leaders in the area, Harold quickly observed how everyone both respected, and possibly feared the slip of a girl that was walking towards Thisa right now. (She's **tiny**....this will not end well....). Harold sighed slightly to himself, before he shakenly walked in front of the crouched Thisa. His heart was racing with this decision, but he wouldn't abandon Thisa like this. And even if he could only lift a portion of her burden, he'd do it anyway. (For such is the duty, honor, and pleasure of true friends). Harold coughed once, right after Louis stated just what she was to Thisa, and as calmly as possible, stepped directly in her way. "Ahm....I apologize for being a bother Ms....Louise? I unfortunately am not privy to your last name, and as such shall work with what I have already obtained. However, Ms. Louise, I am unable to allow you to grant punishment on Thisa alone. As well, this incident also involved both myself...." Harold narrowed his eyes at Michael, his eyes awash with unhidden displeasure and even anger: "....and the **child** that is standing next to the *blondie*." Harold was....not pleased with Leitman or Michael at all. They'd been the main reasons beyond himself that had invoked Thisa's anger. They also were responsible for this situation, and the fact that this supposed *leader* was punishing Thisa first just lit a passion Harold rarely felt nowadays. His passion for vengence, and his passion for responsibility. To Harold, these two deserved not just punishment, but even worse punishment than Thisa. They'd be the **cause** of the situation. (Maybe, if they didn't act like *little children* we wouldn't have had to deal with this situation *in the first fucking place*!). Harold made a slightly hasty decision, but one he felt like he had to support. "Ms. Louise, how about I forsake my laptop in return for handling a portion of Thisa's punishment as well?" Harold felt a part of his soul being ripped out of his chest just then. He felt like he had betrayed his best friend. But he had another best friend, and he felt that his first one would be understanding to his plight here. He also hoped that Thisa would be alright after this. It wouldn't boad well for him if his first friend in a long time were to....well....anything but stay with him really. Plus, it's not like Harold had any prior knowledge to all the rules, written or unwritten in the school yet. This **was** amazingly his first day here still.

Louise grinned. Simultaneously, several things happened. Henrietta 'eeped'. Everyone stampeded for the door. Jason was already gone. Anderson sank to his knees. Lietman turned pale white and started trembling. Michael started _crying_. Winston's representatives were on the floor hugging each other, trying their best not to stare at the incarnation of evil before them. The small girl approached Harold slowly. She still bore her grin, and had the air of a predator approaching it's prey. "Since when have I ever stated that I was punishing just . . . whatever her name is? Oh no, oh no no _no_. _Everyone_ involved is getting a piece of the pie. From Michael and his little lackeys to the girl. In any case . . . the girl still gets the worst outcome. Why? Because even if she was provoked, that _still_ doesn't change the fact that _only_ _she_ used her ability with violent intent. You want to play knight in shining armor, boy? Well then, tell me this: why did you not do a thing when Lietman came in and shook her down? Why did you not approach her, protect her and reassure her? "You somehow think this will be okay if you share her punishment? What would that do? The fact is you _failed to help her when she needed it most_. "If you _really_ cared for her, you would have stopped all this from happening in the first place."

Thisa kept her eyes closed through the beginning of the hastily started "trial" everything that has been said was true... the knight was defensive even if she herself did not mean it to. She wasn't the one who started it all, it was Micheal and his shadow tricks. Problem is in the end Thisa herself was the one who summoned the knight, it was her who destabilized the cafeteria, it really was her who escalated the entire situation to a full out battle. Thisa waited for the verdict wordlessly, expecting the worse as she deserved, when Harold... Harold of all people stepped up. She felt his presence before she heard his voice, the same one that convinced her while in a rage fueled state to end the conflict. Thisa looked up to Harold, he was standing in front of Louise, even a newcomer like Thisa knew of Louise's reputation, it was hard not to. Her eyes widened as she realized Harold was trying to take blame for himself, oh no, no, no he can't he didn't deserve it. With a grunt Thisa rose to her feet, it was hard, her legs felt like lead and she feared she would topple over at a second's notice, but she had to stop Harold. She ambled closer, however she was too late Thisa recoiled at the barrage of words thrown by Louise, it had to hurt Harold... just had to. She reached Harold and pulled his arm towards her, "Don't do anything, that's all I ask. Don't try punishing yourself for my sake, I don't want that. Please." Thisa let go of Harold to face Louise herself head on, "Do what must be done to me." That was it, clean, simple and direct as that. Pleading meant nothing, not at least with one ruthless as Louise...

_Shit..._ Belle thought, her eyes widening at the sight. _So many interesting characters. ~_ Muse sang. _...Something like that..._ She returned. **"HM?!"** Belle practically shouted when Poppy asked her in she wanted to _go_ see what happened. She shook her head fervently. **"No. I'm fine watching from here."** She replied curtly, turning to look at Poppy, trying to gauge Poppy's emotions. Scared, confused, curious... A small smile grew on Belle's lips as she listened to the heart songs in the room. If she were sane, she probably would have run with these frightening, sad heart songs occurring all around her. They spoke of bad memories and a force of nature stronger than most. She should have left, but she felt compelled to stay and witness all of this. She would write it down in her journal later and use it for something. What, she didn't know but every experience was worth keeping. Well, there was also the fact that her knees were shaking so, and she couldn't bring herself to stand up much less run...

The dust had settled fairly quickly, and the transient chaos gave way to a relative quietude. [Timothy ](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135)furrowed his brow and widened his eyes at recognition of the two characters in the spotlight, being dogged by the Ruler quintet: [Harold](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325616) and [Theresa](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2326837), the strangers he had met this morning, the two who hit it off pretty well (and pretty damned quickly, too), and were now in seemingly gargantuan trouble. It would seem that the titan was of their doing, and though he did not want to judge prematurely, it all seemed like it was their fault. Had they abused their powers? His fingers slackened on his crucifix and reluctantly let it go, but his characteristically mild demeanor was gone: his was a scowl true and ugly. _"She delivers her judgement like the Marshall of the Knights of Solomon,"_ Cadwal smirked, referring to Louise. _"For a little girl like her, to wield such authority in her voice and to have that authority respected by -- this is bloody brutal. I would laugh; I want to laugh, but..."_ It was a mild struggle to keep serious in situations like these whenever the ghostly knight delivered his ridiculous commentary. Maybe Tim needed it to loosen up; his scowl relaxed into something more gentle as ghostly snickering echoed inside his mind.

To explain Poppy is all sorts of confusing: she’s oblivious, but shrewd; intelligent, but lacks common sense; friendly, but more awkward than a one-night-stand-gone-wrong and many other paradoxes that could be used to describe her. So, it would be hard to explain how Poppy didn’t quite grasp the situation that was happening before her eyes. Things felt…blurry to her. She wasn’t scared, even though it was clear that everyone else was, and maybe she didn’t quite understand what had caused the palpable fear in the room. People faded in and out as she changed her focus rapidly, her eyes not staying on one person for more than a few seconds before flitting to the next. Maybe she just had trouble processing the whole chaotic mess? But, there was one thing to be said: _she was nervous._ Not the nervous as she had been previously; those were just little flits of her anxiety acting up and her over-thinking. This, this was a horrible churning in her stomach and a rolling sickness in her heart. For a queasy minute, Poppy was afraid she would barf all over her pizza – and, god, not the pizza. Her leg bounced up and down with restless energy, the table vibrating with the movements – or maybe it was from Belle’s shaking that hadn’t quite made it past Poppy’s senses, but she was much too preoccupied with the icky-feeling to pay much attention to it. Maybe, to preoccupy herself, Poppy should focus more on Belle? Yes, that she would do. Poppy leans forward and whips a hand at Belle, not really attempting to hit her, but to gain her attention with the movement. Her hand falls flat onto the table and she bites her lip, wriggling her body apprehensively. “Uh, hey, um, are you okay? It’s, uh, okay to be scared, y’know.” Poppy mutters, though what to be scared of was lost on her. Perhaps it was that Louise girl. But what did it matter to Poppy? It was best if she just stayed a spectator: on the outside, looking in. Like always. Still, an undying curiosity was building up inside of her, just wanting to be released. Her desire to be there might be best left ignored as her gut-instinct was screaming at her to stay put and not draw attention to herself. Poppy twirled her fingers and decided to rely on her knowledge. _Justice (jəstəs),n,: the quality of being fair and reasonable_ Did this Louise-girl fit that description? She seemed volatile and, well, the girl who said “tough-luck” when you got bullied in the hallways. _Stereotype (sterēəˌtīp),n: a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing_ Poppy might just have been fitting her with a stereotype. She could be fair and reasonable – who was Poppy to know? The blonde gnawed on her lip until she tasted copper, chewing it while continuing to attempt to make sense of what was happening. Still, she drew a blank.

Belle blinked when she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back to Poppy, watching her squirm nervously. She asked if Belle was okay... Muse snorted a bit, knowing exactly what was in Belle's mind. She smiled softly and replied to Poppy, **"Thank you."** A small thank you, just to let Poppy know she was glad for her help. She didn't want to say she was fine, something about Poppy's tone told her that for Poppy, Belle needed to be scared. As if the act of being scared helped Poppy somehow. It was sort of... endearing. She definitely needed to do a piece on Poppy somehow. The girl was far too interesting. Mostly because she wasn't. She was normal, more normal than most of the people in the room, but that in itself made her special. By being normal, she was special. And interesting thought. **"Maybe, we should leave? It's all sort of making me uncomfortable."** Belle fibbed, sending Poppy an awkward look, as if to show her lack of comfort. **"I don't feel well being here anymore."** She lied, turning to face Poppy, her arms pulled into her lap and her legs pulled together, a sign of insecurity. She pulled her body in a bit, hunched over. People always tried to fit themselves into the least amount of space they could when frightened or nervous. As if trying to escape the situation that way. At least, that was what her mouth had always done. Tilting her head down, Belle continued, **"I really... I really want to leave."** To Belle, she was lying. But somewhere deep down, she knew that these were her true feelings but this was the only way she knew how to deal with it. Pretend that this was all a story and she was merely a character created by a greater being out there, an author, a mind.

Harold took one note of the rest of the room, and only raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like he was going to freak out more. He could already tell he was likely to get his ass handed back to him, baked, fried, *and* stired. So there wasn't any point in getting more worked up. But the fact that Thisa was trying to stand up for **him** just made life so much more confusing. He wanted to help his friend, sure. But that is a hell of a lot harder to do when said friend is trying to keep *you* from helping *her.* It was also annoying. Really, Harold was finally doing something and it's *now* that he has to get kicked out of the way? He just wanted to help his best friend damnit! And he'd be damned if he backed down to this tiny girl. Nope, he wouldn't run just because of how screwed he was *just because* she was a tiny girl. Tiny girls automatically can kick *at least* twice as much ass as a normal girl. Who also, automatically can kick twice as much ass as a normal guy, etc. So, basically, as a nerdy guy who was weaker than the normal guy....he was basically screwed about 8 or so times over. Wonderful. At least the math helped Harold's nervousness a small amount. Harold looked over his shoulder to Thisa, who was pulling his arm back and arguing with him to stop him from defending the both of them. He muttered to Thisa, who was standing very close to him and all, allowing for slightly more private words: "Thisa, I am unable to disengage from this fight at the moment. I am thrilled that you seem willing to care about the health and safety as one such as myself, howver I am still unable to back down from this Ms. At least, not after the words she has spoken to us." Harold remained firm in his desire. He wouldn't give up here, and he'd do his best to help them both. As such, he moved back in front of her, blocking her from Louise, and Louise from her. "And I will not back down from this. You may not wish of it Thisa, but as your friend, I cannot allow you to suffer without at least trying to assit you, and if possible, make your burden lighter. Even if that means I have to share a portion of it myself." Harold gave her a small, nervous grin at that, and turned back to Louise after a moment of thought. When Harold went over Louise's words once more, he formulated the best responses he could for who he was: "Ahm....Ms. Louise, even if she were the only person to have utalized her...." Harold used finger quotes, as he had no idea what this was: ""ability"....for violent intentions, it is as well that the child utalized what I can safely assume to be his own, for purposes of sexual harassment. Are you truely saying that a woman keeping herself and her body protected against such assaults? She, herself, was just enjoying a normal lunch hour, when he started this whole affair by sticking his legs out of her scarf without warning." Harold did his best to defend Thisa and her actions, obviously trying to show them in a logical, and normal reaction type of light. Not that he knew how often Michael did things like this. He was just trying his best with what he had on hand. Then he moved on to himself. "As well, Mr. Lietman, himself was absorbed in his apperent will to fight, completely ignoring the obvious signs of stress that Thisa held, and commited himself to getting his *boss* to play judge. You wish for me to reason why I did nothing to assist her? It is simple: Thisa is more than capable of taking care of herself, and to insinuate that I do not believe that, and as such should have quote *protected her* unquote, is insulting to me. It is not as if every man nor woman here is incapable of defending oneself, and as such it is not the job of another to try and be naive heroes or something of the sort." Harold was on a roll with his arguments. He didn't care if they weren't the best, weren't going to let him win, etc. He just was going to defend them. He damn well wasn't going down with a fight, and a verbal battle was sadly his best playing field besides gaming, hacking, etc. Those didn't count here. Harold finally went on to conclude his argument with: "And Ms. Louise, you seem to lack one very obvious and key detail as to why I would fail to do anything. I am a mostly useless in the real world currently. And I will admit that wholeheartedly, for if you do not know your own faults, and accept that they exist, then you fail to be prepared to deal with any situation. As well, I am unsuited to dealing with a situation such as this. I lack any talent or ability necessary to assist in keeping the child from sexually harassing Thisa, nor do I possess the strength necessary to hold Mr. Lietman away from her. The most apperent of any capablities that I hold, happen to lay in talking to the Machine that she built. Thus, it was the only real place that I would be capable of assisting in the handling of the situation. And I do not wish to play a...." Finger quotes""Knight in shining armor," however I do wish to assist my friend in any way that I can now. For now is a time where I could possibly assist her once more." Harold concluded, hoping that he **didn't** make the situation worse.

Fun fact: Louise is, in fact, the captain of the Debate Society. Why you ask? Because there is no greater pleasure to her than beating down a person with words. It is a part of her personality and the core of her talents. Lietman looked like he wanted to start a fight, but a look from Anderson stopped him. You do not pick fights in Louise's presence. The small girl thought about what to say for roughly half a second, before responding. "Oh? So self-defense is what you're claiming then? Self-defense implies that she would defend against her aggressors and her aggressors only. What part of what she did looked like reasonable self-defense to you? Also your trying to shift the blame on them is useless. On the topic of Therese's stress, what about _Lietmans_ stress? As you said, he is his _boss_ and it is _in fact_ his job to oversee their fight. The stakes on the position of liuetenant of a Ruler are _no joke_, and it's fairly accurate that he was under _more_ stress than Therese; does that mean Therese is in the wrong for not complying with him and telling him where Michael was?. This moot point anyway. I already said that they would get their own sentences, but first off: "Michael is a known prankster. What he did might be written of as sexual harassment, however, did he ever once express purpose in regards to this towards Thisa? Based on past precedent, he did not. He plays this jokes on men as well as women and the places he appears in are the ones were his target would be most embarrassed. He once poked his head out of a junior football players jacket, but he didn't claim sexual harassment, now did he? Oh, it's definitely stupid to pop out of a woman's skirt, but is there even one instance of him touching Thisa at an inappropriate place? "Secondly: What the girl did no longer counts as self-defense. It destroyed property, endangered more than just her target, and she explicitly expressed anger towards _everyone_ in the cafeteria. This changes the picture completely, and is the main point of her sentence. She-over-did-it." Louise took a deep breath. "Also, boy, you're killing your own character here. What you're doing right now is protecting her. You're trying to share some of the punishment. Yes, you are helping her, but the nature of that is by taking the blows for her. You really think she's more than capable? The why the fuck did you not respect her wishes and back off, instead you continued your own relentless defending of her despite her wishes. Get it? You're not doing her any favors, Harold. "Lastly . . . you couldn't stop Michael or Lietman from doing what they did, so _instead_ you just watch and wait until a crisis comes where you have the ability to solve it? That's low, Harold. Just because you _can't help, you won't_? Ha! In that regard, even Lietman is better than you are! Besides, there are so many things you _could_ have done! You could have talked to Michael, who might have have stopped Lietman and his actions, or you could have talked to Anderson, who _definitely_ would have stopped them both! "_Face it_: You just stood by and watched while that all went on, never even considering the possibility of preventing this disaster just because you felt like you couldn't do a thing. You're _useless_ here and sadly inept at _'helping your best friend'_ - so just what do you hope to accomplish here anyway?"

Harold was really trying, Thisa could respect that act in of itself... but he did go against what she wanted, to be honest what happened was leagues better then what she expected, still not great. By this point her emotions have normalized, she was able to think clearly again although by no means cheerful, Thisa remained very somber. She lightly pushed Harold out of the way after speaking a few words to him, "You've tried, and thank you, but I have to speak for myself." Thisa once again stood in front of Louise. Normally she would have been terrorized to be speaking face to face with the marshal herself, but after the recent events Thisa couldn't muster a single trace of strong emotion, in turn this resulted in some kind of courage. She looked Louise in the eye, took a deep breath, then started, "I don't want to debate any of this, there is nothing to debate, there are dozens of witnesses who seen the same thing, and I agree with them. I have... a temper when pushed, that is no excuse as I should be in control regardless, I did summon my knight out of anger, it was summoned with the intent of harm. I realize I have broken laws and punishment is just. I however have two requests despite whatever the outcome may be, one Harold is not blamed for any action, or inaction on his part." "Second I must be the one to restore the cafeteria." Thisa pointed to the pile of metal that was used to animate her machine. "One factor of my ability is once a machine is dissembled anything that was used in its creation returns to its original form, as you can see everything is how it was before. I want to personally find the owners of each personal object to return it, I also want to store away any cafeteria items like trays, and silverware back to its proper place. This is my mess and I believe it is needless to say I must clean it." Thisa bowed her head, "Beyond that of course is whatever judgment you see fit I, if possible, want my two requests fulfilled." She closed her mouth and stepped back. Thisa had the suspension that no matter what she says Louise would just hammer her down, and she mentally prepared for such.

Harold realized that he was badly beaten. He may have been able to try to continue, but there would have been no point. He had forgotten that Thisa had a will of her own, and that this wasn't just a normal game. This was that horrible game called "Reality," and he sucked at it. Thisa wasn't just some NPC that needed protecting or assisting, or anything for that matter. She was another player, and she knew, at least kind of, what she was doing. When she gently pushed him to the side, Harold bowed his head in deafet, and moved back, whispering: "I apologize Thisa." Before he stepped out of her way. After a moment, he listened to Thisa's requests, and was generally ready to protest once more, but he thought better of it. He'd already disrespected her own freedom and authority over her life, and he would have to accept her own infingement in return. After Louise had pointed out how badly he had tossed aside Thisa, Harold felt his emotions slip away once more. He was back to normal, well, normal for Harold anyway, and as such would do his best not to make another scene. He silently went back to his normal "Stare and Wait" routine, and turned it on Louise, awaiting her verdict after his argument with her....argument, may not be the completely appropriate word for the matter, but Harold wasn't up for finding the right one. He gave another small sigh, and comtinued with what he was doing.

Louise stayed silent for a moment, before sighing. "How am I supposed to give the punishment when you've already asked for it? Newbies these days have no sense of fun . . ." She jotted a thumb at the mess that was the cafeteria. "Yeah, that's your punishment. Clean that shit up and return everyone's stuff with a full apology, got it? Your other punishment is to help out Michael with overseeing Lietman and Andersons fight - you get to be the judge. Other than that, you're done." Anticipating their dumbfounded looks, Louise smirked. "What, you think we'd give you some Nazi-esque hammer-down sentence? We're highschoolers, not soldiers." She turned towards Michael and his group. Her expression was much colder than the one she gave to Thisa. "As for you, shit-for-brains, I warned you to stop with the shadow pranks. And you, big blonde and dumb, keep your temper in that empty head of yours. Once your fight is over, I'm taking away your abilities for a week, got it?" Michael nodded eagerly, glad he didn't get sent to 'the Louise Room', however, Lietman turned red in the face. "I-" His mouth had barely opened when suddenly Louise patted him on the head. It was a funny gesture, since he was far taller than she was and she actually had to tiptoe to reach his head. Still, he paled and quickly tried to apologize. "I-" "Too late." Lietman sank to the floor, blubbering like an idiot and shivering like mad with tears streaming down his face. "Ubbu gueh augh auddududuuur uuuuuuhh . . . auuuu gahhhaahaha ooor~" Louise turned to everyone in left in the room. She was smiling slightly. "Any other objections?"

Harold felt pretty stupid when he heard what the punishment was. (I suppose I just thought it'd be a little harsher based upon how the crowd responded....). It was at that moment when Harold realized that he'd effective been duped by the population of this school. Harold suddenly was a lot more displeased with life. But, he only shook his head side to side and quirked an eyebrow up at Louise's question and Lietman's state respectively. He realized that Louise really had left him out of the punishment, and although he was relieved at that, he also wasn't sure if he should help Thisa out or not. Mostly with the cleaning. She could do the social part. Yup, Harold was still the same self-centered asshole underneath all of the wannabeness. (Oh well. I guess I'll just utalize my oppotunities the same way I always have....). And as such, he felt that Thisa was likely to realize that Harold has a bit of a procrastination streak when it came to major work. That, and that he hated socializing. With a burning passion. He gavve a grim grin to Louise though. Surprised at what she could do with just a touch, a little fearful at what she'd do to him should he ever actually piss her off, and at how relatively light she would punish Thisa after how sharp she was in that....unnamed event. Harold wasn't sure how to feel about that. Maybe he should also look into finding the debate club around here....it might do him some good in the future.

Thisa nodded and turned around, on the surface her mood didn't change, however on the inside was a whole different story, pure relief. The massive weight on her that's been lifted did wonders to improve her mood as she passed by Harold, Thisa flashed a small smile, first since all the series of events been set in motion, "You didn't do what I asked, really wanted you to back off... but I would be lying if I were to say I wasn't somewhat happy to know someone was by my side. Really thanks for that. Now I need to get changed back into my clothes, don't exactly remember when it happened but I lost them partway through as you can see." Thisa motioned towards her t-shirt, "After that I need to get started with cleaning up. I don't know if Louise would want you to get involved, but I wouldn't mind the company if you're up for hanging out while I carry out this part of my sentence." This complete change in her mood might confuse people, but Thisa is someone who rapidly changes to stay positive, anger really doesn't work with her. Thisa then proceeded to get changed back, before starting the clean up.

One step forward, and Cadwal's mirthless voice immediately rang inside [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135)'s mind. _"Don't help [them](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325616). [They](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2326837) are being punished."_ _"But..."_ Tim ventured, but he could not help but find himself in agreement. He hadn't yet brought his other foot forward, but when he did, it wasn't to take another step. _"But what?"_ _"Eh, nevermind. You're right,"_ the boy conceded. So it was then that, in the aftermath of the conflict, and in the absence of anything particularly purposeful to do, Timothy Aquinas anticlimactically looked around and discovered a nearby vending machine. Stepping over a small piece of debris and ridding himself of a bit of cash, he procured from it a cold can of Nescafé, which he quickly opened and sipped from. The coffee's bitterness blended well with the sweetness of artificial flavoring, as always. May God bless Nestlé for this addictive drink. _"That's the third can today,"_ Cadwal commented. _"You're not addicted to caffeine now, are you?"_ _"Look around, Cadwal. Everything's a mess."_ He took a sip. _"Coffee calms me down."_ _"Uh-huh,"_ the ghostly knight said cryptically. _"Anyway, are you not going back to your quarters soon? Everything seems to be resolved."_ _"Not yet. I kind of wanna gawk around a little. Maybe talk to those two."_

Harold nodded and grinned slighty at Thisa. "It was not a problem for me to try to aid you. I apologize for not doing so beforehand when it would have been best, as well as not respecting your wishes. It was my own failure that caused this, and as such, I shall assist you in cleaning up the cafeterria. And do not worry too much about your state of dress at the moment, I doubt anyone who was not a pervert was occupied with the drama from beforehand." Harold noticed her state and proceeded to blush and keep his eyes away from the ground at all times. He also nodded once more at her suggestion, not even phased by the sudden change in character. Harold himself was still shaking from the confrontation, and probably would be for a little while longer. While keeping his mind off of what just occured and what the others might have thought, Harold felt a small amount of his nervous energy fade away. He'd help Thisa out, find his room, and then settle in for a bit maybe. Checking over his laptop would be a key event in the following hours. He took most of the random metal items that had been used to build the Knight, and placed them on a table off to the side, allowing for better cleanup of the damaged area. Once that was done, he quickly grabbed his laptop, placed it next to his bag, and set the pair's stuff up to be ready to go whenever they planned on leaving. Afterwords, he awaited Thisa's return so they could get started on cleaning up this area.

Thisa didn't bother with anyone else when changing in the nearest bathroom, doubted anyone would want to talk with the crazed girl who demolished the cafeteria anyway. Give or take a few minutes later she returned to the cafeteria with the pleasant surprise of much of the metal already organized to be dealt with later, seemed Harold worked fast when he wanted to. Thisa waved to Harold who appeared to be waiting for her, part of her was really... happy that he stayed behind like he said. Over the next hour or so, Thisa didn't talk too much as she was focused on finishing her task soon as possible while still efficiently, most of the conversation was simple small talk. It was getting later when Thisa called it a day, "I think we got the majority done, its too late in the day to go searching for people now so that will have to wait until tomorrow, otherwise all the random metals are back where they should be." Thisa looked at Harold with a look of gratitude, "I know today was... rough honestly a lot of it due to me. You had my back really when everything seemed to get really bad, despite what Louise said." The next part was embarrassing to Thisa, as she started to mull over her next words a blush appeared on her face, "Oh uh and I guess one thing to say is... uh um I wouldn't mind seeing you again after today... I know it was crazy but it was fun, and uh... I really enjoyed your company." She forced a smile as to hide the slowly growing blush, "I... uh I need some sleep after what happened, so I'm going to be heading back to my room and again don't worry about the rest of the stuff, I'll handle finding the owners when I can myself." Thisa gathered her belongings, mainly her bag and notebook, before leaving to head back to her dorms she gave one final goodbye wave.