[i][b]A Different Time...[/b][/i]

[i]The fires burned, their unnatural blue-purple colouring casting its self over the entire area. It'd take a long time for the labs to be completely repaired after this.

"Is there anyone left inside?" Sen Daiou had been part of the disciplinary committee from the day he first stepped through those gates, a no-nonsense and serious sort who fit the bill of a member perfectly. He'd seen all sorts of delinquents try to disrupt the delicate order set up by the Council, but this act of arson felt off. The Labs were, for the most part, an untouched part of the school by delinquents, mostly because they had nothing to gain from it. Certainly not worth an unusual blue-fire bombing. Not to mention the amount of trouble you could get into for it was not worth it. 

"One! I-Ikusa Kikai. She was in Lab 7 when it went off." One of the evacuated bespectacled Science Club members. Sen quirked a brow, perpetual frown deepening somewhat. 

Lab 7 was where the fire originated from, according to the security feeds. 

"What was she doing in there?" The Disciplinary Committee member asked, keeping his hawkish eyes on the blue blaze in front of him - the bad feeling in his gut was not going away.   

"Uhm...she was being rather secretive about the details, but she claimed to have been nearing a breakthrough in Zero Press-" 

"Movement, Daiou-sempai!" One of the additional Committee members who he had brought with him barked, cutting off the Science Club member before he could elaborate further. Sen knew how that would end anyway, and the involvement of Zero Pressure only made the report that much difficult to write. 

The dark silhouette of a person shambled through the flames towards the exit, unimpaired by the heat and fire. The fire seemed to move at its approach. Sen brought a hand down to his chosen weapon, the trusty combat knife.

It stepped out from the burning labs, the fire its self clinging to most of her body, an uncovered red eye staring forward madly at the evacuated Science Club members and the Committee response. She took a step forward. Sen raised his hand, stopping any action by the other Disciplinary Committee members under his command. 

"Kikai-san?" Asked another one of the Science Club members, disbelief and awe in their voice. The girl, seemingly unaware at the inferno burning away on her body, looked towards the speaker, eye wide.

"Can you hear us, Ikusa Kikai-san?" Sen inquired, grip on the stowed away knife tightening; his bad feeling was coming from her. The response they got was a mutter, only a slight movement of the lips. Sen tilted his head, as if asking her to repeat. 

"...It has to go..." The fires clinging to Ikusa intensified, even moving and taking shape on her. They almost started look like...arms? 
  
The knife was already leaving its holster when the burning girl charged him, parrying a weapon seemingly made from the same blaze which burned around them, stopping it from hitting one of the Science Club members. He forced Ikusa back from their brief clash, each now-combatant landing a few feet away from one another - one in front of the Science Club members and the other in front of the burning labs. In that brief second, all the Disciplinary Committee members present had readied themselves for a fight. 

"This is quite the act of delinquency, Ikusa Kikai-san..." He brought the knife into stance, light from the labs glinting off of its flat. "I hope you are ready to face the consequences."

The ungodly wail was her answer. She charged, six apparitions for arms following her.  

...

The pain of the knife could be ignored. She had literally been through worse that day. It was the exhaustion which was killing her, feeling all of her energy drained from fighting, both outnumbered and out skilled by her encounter with the Disciplinary Committee. Not that it helped them in the end. 

Shambling through the back alleys of Sengoku naked was not a smart decision, but it was the only one she had left. What she had learned in the labs... had to be forgotten. She was not use to anyone if she forced herself to forget, and the President would not allow her to forget if she stuck around. She had to find help for her condition and soon, if it wasn't the burns then the knife would have done her in eventually. There was only one place left for her to go...

A certain back alley doctor.[/i]

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[b]Currently[/b]

If you're going to do anything, do it with a smile; that is the current motto of one Ms. Kikai. Unfortunately for everyone else, Ikusa's idea of a smile appeared to be anything [i]but[/i] friendly. It wasn't a huge thing, but it did a good job at showing teeth and adding to the whole 'dangerous' look going on with Ikusa, althought admittedly not as much of a contributor as the knife sticking out of her brow like it's no big deal or the mummy-like bandage work.

The cafeteria staff were on the other end of it as she went through the lunch-time motions. Even upon receiving the harmful-smelling waste that the cooking club managed to produce for her sorts, the smile did not waver. Even when finding a table all to herself (some students would rather stand than be near her, for whatever reason), and actually ingesting the 'food', Ikusa smiled. If you're going to do anything, including eating something which is so bad it could give Gordon Ramsay an aneurysm, do it with a smile. Not even a flinch out of Ikusa. 

While the food was beyond awful, it was not actually doing any harm to her. Sustenance was sustenance after all, and delinquents made the choice to walk the hard path - that included less-than-ideal school lunches on top of fighting the power - and they had to accept it. And accept it she did, eating the food without any complaint. In fact, her lack of reaction to the sickening food frustrated some of the Cooking Club members, they had made it specifically to get a reaction out of the 'scum' after all. Tilting her head upwards, she let out a little hum, feet kicking under the chair joyously.

"I wonder what the President will talk about today."