@HeroicSociopath(OOC: Ceiling? There was none. Ryuji just jumped off.)

@CondorTalon@ThirdHourIII

Ryuji stood still for a few moments, assessing the situation. He had managed to raise quite the commotion on accident. No one had gotten hurt however. This was a good thing. His head tilted so slightly when a feminine voice beckoned to him with concern. Just like his friend. There was this elegant girl right next to him, in a witch outfit. She seemed a nice girl, if a bit odd. But she had...hm, not the most upstanding company. Ah well, there were other more mysterious things in this school after all.

"Yukazu Megumi-san, was it? I appreciate your concern...but I am otherwise fine. Tell me how may I help you." He answered in kind, his lips turning into a welcoming smile. If running errands was going to be his price for otherwise raising too much attention, it was quite the bargain... He noticed another boy coming to him but he didn't say anything... Well, it was for the best...

The hand in his shoulder executing the shove told him otherwise. Almost on instict, he redistributed the energy of the push and caused him to spin, his feet rearranging itself to maintain his footing.Forceful and full of bloodlust huh? Ryuji added mentally, as he gazed down on the rude person. "I am sorry for my carelessness." He droned as he eyed the other man. He's itching for a fight is he? He thinks I would be a good fight. Ryuji raised his hand to his chin, as he went out for a direct jab, questioning his motives, his pacifism. But to Ryuji, those words rang hollow. Fight me, fight me damnit! is was he is trying to say.. "My motives are my own." He said. And then out of nowhere he raised both hands... and produced a gallic shrug. "I might aswell drop one of these days, but it feels bad to not attempt something for the sake of peace." He added, his eyes staring at Ban. "And now if you will excuse me, I shall attend to the lady's plea first."

He finished, before noticing the third guy that approached him. "Oh, okay." He added. Well, it was his own mess wasn't he? "Just leave things as is..." He added, his hand reaching for his pocket. His AED, his beads were now on display. He began to focus, gripping the beads as he chanted...

...and as if reverse the crater crack and debris rolled back into place, restoring the situation as it was before. "I trust this should be enough." He finished.

"Apologies, Yukazu Megumi-san... where was I? Oh, right... how may I help you?" Ryuji smiled.

@AtomicNut@HeroicSociopath@ThirdHourIII
"Right! I'm sorry to impose on you, because I know you're not keen on fighting, but I was wondering if you would spar with Kazuya-kun here. You might've heard about his...err, record." She paused for a moment, then she realized she'd forgotten to mention something fairly relevant. "Oh! I don't mean actually fight him. I was wondering if you'd be willing to intercept some of his attacks, for analysis."

Looking at the punk beside her she sighed. I guess this is another opportunity. With a broad smile she once more spoke to Ryuji. "You know, Senpai, I could also fight him in your stead. I doubt he could even beat a rank 0 like myself."

Megumi then confidently smirked at Ban. "Oh, excuse me. That was rude. It's just that tossers like you always manage to rub me the wrong way. Luckily this is a fighting school, so disputes like this can be settled quickly and efficiently. And you'll be my first opponent here, too! Isn't that exiting?"

For a brief moment Megumi considered continuing her taunt, but seeing the young man's temper she considered this to be more than enough.

@AtomicNut@Ryougu@HeroicSociopath

Ban was reluctantly impressed with how Ryuji handled his taunts. It seemed as if his words landed on deaf ears, not even a twitch of annoyance or rage, how anti-climactic. The red haired asshole narrowed his eyes when the giant teen cryptically responded to his question, hiding his motives. Looks like he wasn't going to be able to pry an answer out of the guy, oh well...

It irked him to be ignored so quickly, these people were no fun at all! This was a Battle School for shit's sake, wasn't the whole point of this place to fight and have fun? With Ryuji focusing on a quiet white-haired kid, Ban sat patiently with his arms crossed, no fun at all... His interest was peaked when Ryuji pulled out some sort of mysterious beads. He figured they had some sort of purpose, unless he was one of those weird religious freaks who prayed to non-existent gods.

Ban was just opening his mouth to release another taunt when the crater left behind from the giant's fall magically began to repair itself. The only reasonable explanation to this was Ryuji chanting to those odd beads. Huh, had to be some sort of magic or technology, some sort of telekinetic equipment maybe?

The girl who initially approached Ryuji spoke up once again, ignoring Ban for the time being, seemed to be a running trend. He was surprised when she indirectly took a shot at him. Ban raised an eyebrow, little girl had guts, being so disrespectful and all. What was the phrase, respect your elders? What was with these first years thinking they were hot shit all of the sudden? That annoying transfer student must have riled them up with her small upset yesterday.

The only sensible course of action was to quell any sort of confidence these first years had, power came with experience, they really needed to learn that.

"Watch that tongue of yours, you might get just what you wish for," Ban warned.

He figured that would be the end of it but he was wrong once again, the girl held her ground and challenged him confidently.

Ban's confident smile dripped away until he was glaring at Megumi. Was she serious?

"You want to fight me? A rank 37? Are you crazy? Look, I know that transfer student beat someone 10 ranks above her but we're talking about a 37 rank gap here."

Ban caved and gave into his itch to fight, even though he was certain that he would demolish the girl easily.

"Fine, I'll cut you a deal, I'll fight you after the white haired kid and the tall guy spar. Mostly because I've seen neither of them fight, though I heard the white haired kid is ass at it." Deal?

((@AtomicNut Ah, sorry! I misunderstood what was going on. I'm uh. I'm sorry but I'm not very smart just FYI))

Kaz didn't smile, but his perpetual stank face was a little less frowny as Ryuji fixed the crater. "Hey. Thanks." He said, nodding. It was nice to see someone in this school cleaning up after themselves. Suddenly, everyone was talking about him. He didn't respond. In fact, he gave no indication he was paying attention at all. Instead, he took his mop and began to wheel it away from the small crowd.

Clack clack clack clack clack clack clack The wheel clattered as he headed for the faucet on the wall of the school. He turned it on, water hissing from the faucet. The bucket was half of his AED. Any water placed in it was treated with a special concoction of chemicals. It cleaned up stains, and left the floors sparkling clean. Unfortunately, it smelled like dead fish, and the fumes made his eyes water. He glanced at the warning on the bucket.

Warning: If the solution made by this bucket comes into contact with eyes, it causes temporary blindness. Ingestion will cause intense, terrifying psychedelic effects.

Party hard!

He'd read it a thousand times before. He turned to the group. That Ban guy was starting to annoy him. His mop burbled, as he dunked it in the water. It looked like he was going to just take it, though. Go back to being dead last.

Then the mop head shot right at Ban's face. It was fast, like a bullet. If it missed him, there was a good chance it'd take out the tree behind him.

"Megumi. Do you know why I asked to join the delinquents?" Kazuya asked, the mop retracting as he twirled it. He stepped closer, bucket clacking behind him. "I'm tired of being weak. Of being told what to do by everyone in school. He then pointed at Ban from across the crowd.

"Shut up and fight. I'll be your opponent." Kazuya said. He was trembling, though even he didn't know whether it was anticipation, excitement or fear. It was the first time he'd challenged anyone, and the first time he'd attacked someone in the school.

As much as Shin would've liked to ignore the loud commotion at the other end of the courtyard, his curiosity got the better of him and he just had to see what was going on. Of course, he had seen the student jump from the roof and land with a thud. The student had to be alright because there weren't many that were stupid enough to leap off a roof without knowing they would make it unless they were thick in the head. Either way, it would be good to make sure they were alright.

He arrived at the group later than the others and was just in time to see a large student fix the hole he had made where he landed. Before Kawaguchi knew it students were challenging each other to duels which wasn't that unusual but under the circumstances it was a little strange. What made it all the better was it looked like the underclassmen were getting cocky and trying to challenge Ban of all people. That was when he noticed the cheap shot that one of the other students tried on the larger student.

As quick as the student was with his mop, Shin was faster as he grabbed his sword off his back and deflected the direction of the mop. The sword echoed from the contact and started to hum with a low resonance that if allowed to continue would start to cause a headache to those hearing it. "It's not nice to try and strike someone where they aren't prepared. At least show some honor when issuing a challenge." He told the younger student as he kept the sword in his hand but placed his other hand flat across the blade to settle the reverberating.

"Sorry for butting in Ban. I know you can handle yourself but not fair to be struck when your not prepared." He than took a step back as the challenge was thrown out which a smirk on his face as he knew this would be entertaining.

"..."

Boy, things had gotten inexplicably hectic in the past thirty seconds, hadn't they? It surprised Chie that so many students were attracted to the fallen student; it was hardly an unusual sight to see someone careening to the ground in this school, after all. Granted, it was usually caused by a powerful strike, which was apparently not the case, but still.

Impressively enough, her newest club member had, in record time, provoked one of the more fearsome opponents of the school. The leader of the Decadent Failures had her doubts that Megumi could handle Ban in a fight, never mind the newbie troublemaker with a record equal to that of a generic mook. IT almost made Chie want to jump in, but with how chaotic things were getting, who knew how this was going to turn out?

Besides, she was supposed to acting like a bad boss, right? Tough love and all that fun stuff! She had to let her members make their own choices in delinquency, all she could do was teach them what to do when the situation called for misbehaviour and intimidation!

And so, Chie chose not to speak up just yet, and simply observe. At the very least, she should try and place trust in Megumi's judegment, right? Though that didn't stop the small, smiling girl from standing nearby, axe resting casually over her shoulder. The almost comical sight of her wielding the giant weapon was at odds with the calm in her expression. As if she were confident that no matter the outcome, she had the power to reverse the situation.

"Asshole! I'll mop the floor with you, too!" Kazuya said, pointing at Shin. With a jerk of his hand, the mop retracted back to normal size, now slung across his shoulder. In his other hand, he held the handle of the straining apparatus on his bucket.

"Burble. Burble burble burble." His mom said to him.

"I know, I know. But I want to impress her!" Kazuya said to his mop in a hushed tone of voice.

@HeroicSociopath@RolePlayerRoxas@MonkeyBusiness@Ryougu

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Ban was delighted to see how much chaos he had indirectly caused, he managed to unnerve a few people in a short while. He saw the white shot boy slink off and he smirked, at least one of the freshman delinquents knew his proper place. That's what he thought until a mop head was soaring towards his head at a frightening pace. He'd never admit this out loud, but the mop probably would have struck him if it wasn't for Shin. The fellow upperclassman had jumped in the way and deflected the mop with that handy sword of his. The sound of the vibrating sword was familiar to Ban, who'd seen Shin fight a couple times in person.

Getting hit by that mop would have been embarrassing as hell, and Ban begrudgingly admitted to himself that Shin had just indirectly helped him. Shin and Ban had never talked much, but they knew of each other.

Shin apologized for butting in but Ban raised a hand, signaling it was okay. "Hey don't worry about it, these underclassmen punks seem to think they're hot shit."

He rest his hands on the large blades holstered on his sides, one blade on each hip. Ban hadn't even drawn his AED yet, but at this point he needed to show that he wouldn't be intimidated by freshman delinquents.

"I think it's time these idiots learned their lesson." taunted Ban, taking out his Hell Blades and slipping his fingers into the appropriate grips.

"Feel free to fight the white haired one Shin, I gotta bone to pick with the girl. Chie, when did your newbies get so disrespectful?" He asked the leader of the delinquents.

It looked like she was going to let her new members fight, she was posed like some sort of overseer with that huge hammer over her shoulder. Then again, she had nothing to lose, if they won then they would gain some BP, but of course if they lost then nothing would change since they were both Rank 0.

There was still a fair amount of time before lunch ended. Chinatsu realized, even if she hadn't felt it too keenly, she must have been quite hungry, given how quickly she had finished off her bento. And she was still in the mood for something. While she didn't normally care to buy anything from the cafeteria, it was always an option. And so, deciding to satisfy her urges for more while the lunch period was still ungoing, as she left the rooftop the small pigtailed girl decided it would be best to head down to the cafeteria and get herself something else. A drink or something. She hadn't actually looked at what the cafeteria had avaliable before, to be honest. Hopefully, no-one would decide it was time to bother her unnecessarily, or some other irritating action.

She didn't need anyone else deciding to stupidly involve themselves with her for no reason like that big guy Isobe had, and while she'd fight anyone she didn't want her lunch period interrupted with a random challenge. Sure, if someone just attacked her she'd fight, but she wanted to satisfy some non-combat related desires right now. Ones that involved filling her stomach, not beating someone into submission. Her twintails bouncing as she descended the stairs, Chinatsu headed further down. She hadn't really spoken to anyone aside from that guy she'd defeated yesterday, and that was fine with her. She didn't really want any distractions from her chief goal at Shiroyama High School.

When she reached the cafeteria and headed inside, she just tried to maneuver her way around and hoped nobody would bother her. Especially... ah? Was that...

... Was that those airheaded bimbos from the Fashion club? Well, Chinatsu certainly hoped none of those idiots would notice her.

@CondorTalon@Rin@Raineh Daze

Ryuji stood silent, his eyes peeking at the younger girl. He admitedly, blushed a little when she made a request. Oh, she wants to train her buddy. Well, he's not a deliquent. And he's weak. He probably can use some help and being guided in the righteous path. Ryuji thought to himself, as he nodded, before looking at Kazuya. Plus that broom seems a wicked weapon, all things considered. Most humble peasant tools are effective weapons. He shrugged.

"Alright, I guess I could help him..." He said, before his attention turned to the bloodthirsty challenger once more and the exchange with Megumi. This left him mortified to an extent. So she wasn't that different from his childhood friend, huh? It wasn't surprising. Still, the situation degenerated, and the humble broom user had decided to land a sneak attack at the worst moment possible. Potentially, the situation was escalating, as both the rank zero girl and the newcomer were squared off against veterans.

Chest thumping was awful, wasn't it?

And yet...

"Forgive me, master." Isobe Ryuji said, calmly breathing with his eyes closed. "But if inaction can make people potentially hurt because of my mistakes, so I shall take a forceful approach." Ryuji added, as he advanced as a human shield before Megumi and Kazuya.

"Yukazu-san, I shall not be used as an excuse to fight. I can take care of my own." He breathed deep, formulating his resolution.

"I shall be your rank 0 opponent, Ichihara-san. Me and no one else." Ryuji added. "Nobody needs to get needlessly hurt because of my carelessness." The colossus added, his fists clenching.

"And if anyone else wants to fight, I will face them aswell."

@ThirdHourIII@HeroicSociopath@Ryougu@MonkeyBusiness

"You were just talking about how strong you are. Now you're having someone else fight your battles for you?" Kazuya asked. He was about to take things into his own hands and go off on Ban...Befre Ryuji stepped in his way. He planted his mop back in the bucket. This was Ryuji's fight, it was true.

"Good luck." He said, patting Ryuji on the shoulder.

Megumi extended her arm in front of Ryuji. A single word escaped her mouth as she attempted to stop Ryuji's advance.

"No."

A brief moment passed in which nothing was being said. Megumi's face was tilted downward, causing her hair to obscure her face. She took a deep breath before speaking another word. When she spoke, her voice wasn't as sugary sweet or filled with false innocence as before. Her voice was more audible and slightly more mature, as if she were a completely different person altogether.

"You're giving up your pacifism to protect me? How disgustingly noble! ...Noble, but naïve. This is a battle school, senpai. If I were some fragile flower in need of protection I would've gone to that private school...Yet here I am. I provoked Ichihara-senpai myself-- She briefly turned to Ban "--and for that I apologize, it was uncalled for. But now there finally is an opponent willing to face me, I won't back down. Megumi raised her head and looked straight up at Ryuji, staring him in the eyes with a defiant look. "You're free to fight him if you wish, but I'll fight Ichihara-senpai regardless of whether you do or not. Those without determination do not belong on the battlefield."

She shot the same defiant glare at Ban, clearly determined to take her chances.

@AtomicNut@HeroicSociopath@ThirdHourIII

Ban rolled his eyes as the rank 0 squad went back and forth on who would fight him. His eyes settled on the white hair kid once again, he had really gotten under the kid's skin hadn't he?

"Why waste my time with someone like you when I could fight opponents who could actually give me BP or at least a good fight?" He aimed at the boy, a smug smirk once again finding his face.

Ban was loving this, he had managed to get the self-proclaimed pacifist ready to fight in a few minutes. That had to be some sort of record right? Did he get a prize? He sure felt like he deserved one. Though it seemed like Megumi wanted to fight him in Ryuji's place. There were a lot speeches the two were giving, as if there was something noble about fighting.

"Alright alright, cut the shit will ya? Ryuji, why don't you go meditate or do whatever you do in your free time. I know I started shit with you but I'm not about to go and trample on your beliefs cuz I gotta temper. The girl seems like she's confident and can handle herself. Not sure how much that'll help but..." He glanced at Megumi, who was glaring at him. "I'd rather fight someone who actually wants to fight."

@Ryougu@HeroicSociopath@AtomicNut

It was about then that a somewhat squeaky voice could be heard to the left of the group.

"You're lucky you didn't cause any serious damage to the pavement with that stunt."

Clad in pastel pinks and blues, a highly stylized school uniform, Tamura Emiri.

The first of the student council members, the girl who had arrived at Shiroyama with Yukimura Atsuko herself, and one of the shortest girls in the entire school, the tiny childlike figure sucked on a lollipop, arms folded across her chest. She wore a rather amused expression.

"The Wolf wouldn't have been happy to see property damage occur outside of a fight~" she continued, shifting her hands to her hips and giggling. 'The Wolf' was another of the council's members, and the head of the Disciplinary Committee on top of that. "Luckily Emiri just sees some oh-so-smart students wasting their lunchtime!"

Taking her lollipop out of her mouth, one of the school's four rank forty-nine students cocked her head to one side.

"It won't be long before it's over. It's not that I mind you fighting, that's why this school exists, but don't you forget when the period ends," she added, placing the lollipop back in her mouth. "Maybe you should consider splitting this little group up and taking your fights one at a time?"

She shrugged.

"Or you could ignore Emiri, but she wouldn't recommend that~"

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@Ryougu@ThirdHourIII@VitaVitaAR

Ryuji stared silently at the hand, his fists still clenched. He stood perfectly still, except for his eyes, showing a rather obvious degree of surprise steered towards Megumi. "Naive..." He parroted as she went on her tirade. Well, this meant that out of three girls in this school he had shown concern, two of them were bloodlustful manipulators, and the third of them had called him crazy. It was a disheartening record, but still Ryuji kept silent and endured.

And then came Ichihara's taunt. It was jarring, yes. But it didn't affect him as much as the girl's words. After all, he just wanted to enter a fight with a cheap provocation. His fists relaxed as he breathed deep, and without mediating a word, he began to turn back.

"I am sorry for the misunderstanding. But heed me, Ichihara-san. I do not care who you are in the slightlest. Nor what perceived problems you might feel there are. I just wanted to prevent someone from sporting a scar home, and explaining her parents how she got marred for life in a stupid folly." Ryuji said, his eyes tracing to Megumi. "You're wasting your blessings Yukazu-san, but you've got your own will and face your own decisions. I shall not interpose myself any further." He pondered, as he began to walk towards the newcomer.

One of the rank 49. The top dog students. Many would hesitate in their presence. Ryuji...did not, as he walked with his massive frame towards the petite girl, making the comparison seem almost comical. And then out of a sudden, his bear paw shot forward... and pat the tiny student in the head.

"Tamura-san, rest assured. I can take care of my own messes." said Ryuji with an stupid grin on his face. "Speaking of lunch, have you had yours? I...could treat you, for the trouble. I mean, lollipops aren't that healthy for a growing girl." The giant rumbled, almost in an embarassingly kind voice.

"Being disrespectful is a key element to being a master delinquent, Ichihara-kun~" Chie responded with her airy, carefree tone, making it difficult to tell if she had intended it as sarcasm, or a genuine response. Regardless, she watched her club member argue with Ryuji for a bit over who would get to fight Ban. The idea of students vying for a chance to do so was quite amusing to Chie. She recalled a few people doing that over herself at one point. Apparently, defeating a weak delinquent in a fight made you a highly-desireable target...

Before she could lose herself in reminiscing, Tamura Emiri made her appearance. Chie turned to glance in her direction as the council member hinted that they should maybe disperse. Given who it was coming from, even Chie recognised it may be best to heed that advice for now. An opposing force to the council, her club may be, but the Decadent Failures weren't quite a powerful enough force to openly disobey the council members in a public spectacle. Not yet anyway.

"...Yukazu-chan, Kazuya-chan." Chie called out to her club members gently. Maybe it was for the best they didn't fight after all. Picking a fight with Ichihara Ban was not something you did lightly, after all. Chie would need to assess her members' strength before she could confidently unleash them on the more troublesome students of the school.

With Ryuji leaving the scene, and Shin hopefully not planning to enter combat himself, it would be wiser to retreat for now. Maybe even just skip class to give that strategising thing a try. As long as it didn't cut into the vital lessons on shaking down students.

@Ryougu@HeroicSociopath@VitaVitaAR@ThirdHourIII

Even before Chie had spoke, Kazuya had planted his mop back in the bucket. When a 49er hinted that you should stop...It was a good idea to stop. He nodded at Chie, beginning to wheel it away as he reflected on his actions. His temper had gotten the best of him, and he'd nearly challenged Ban, a full 37 ranks above him. He wondered how things would have turned out if he'd fought? It was true that he was a rank 0. But that didn't necessarily mean he'd lose. It just meant he'd probably lose. Even if he did lose, he wouldn't be killed or anything.

"Should we go somewhere, or...?" He asked the girl the the gigantic axe, crimson eyes locked on hers. They looked more bloodshot than usual. It was probably the fumes from his bucket. It was then that he realized that, during all the commotion, he'd forgotten lunch. He was soon equipped with doughnuts from the nearby vending machine.

"Well, babble about Beelzebub..." One of the Fashion Club bimbos blurted out as Chinatsu entered the cafeteria, causing all eyes to turn to her.

"...That's, like, "speak of the devil", Lulu." The president corrected her even as she rose from her seat, leaving two rice pandas behind as she began strutting towards the transfer student, like the alpha of a pack trying to assert its dominance on a new arrival.

"I... I totally knew that!" lied Lulu, who hurriedly went back to checking her phone to hide her embarrassment as the other bimbos laughed at her.

For a moment, Suzie simply walked around Chinatsu, eyeing her up from every angle... And eventually she came to a stop right in front of the transfer student, her chest bouncing right in front of her eyes. It was a little crass, really, but sometimes it helped intimidated smaller opponents. Finally, she came to her conclusion, her glossy lips opening to speak...

"...Like, twintails? Seriously?" With a derisive laugh, the fashion club president flicked Chinatsu's hair. "Those are, like, totally last season, girlfriend! Like, what kind of fashion disaster even are you?"

Ignoring the transfer student's scowl, Suzie raised her hand and clicked two perfectly manicured fingers.

"Oh, Lulu dear~" she called, causing the bimbo to almost drop her phone as she suddenly jump to attention. "Like, I don't think this... I don't even know whatever is worth my time... But, like, don't you need to totally gain some battle points? I mean, that last fight... That was a total disaster, girlfriend!"

"Um... Well, I... I guess so um..." The short-haired girl hobbled over towards Suzie and Chinatsu, clutching her phone tightly. "S-so, um, right! Let's tremor, new girl!" Clicking a button on the side of her phone, a shaft of light emitted from the top, making it look like a short sword of energy.



Lulu's gear was simple enough, really. Little more than a beam of hard light, more of a baton than a sword to be honest. The way she idly swung it made it clear she wasn't too experienced with either type of weapon, too.

"Rumble, Lulu dear, rumble. Not tremor." Suzie pinched the bridge of her nose as she backed off. "Just for that, if you lose I'm totally transferring you to, like, a nerd club. The Computer Club, even!"

"... ... ...Eh!?"

The seconds between what that huge boy said and the student council member's response were nil.

A set of brightly-colored pastel drones, sloping and graceful forms colored with blues and pinks, almost immediately appeared around her, in an arc over the tiny black-haired girl. They titled inwards, built a blazing light up within them, and with a high-pitched whining sound fired. When the beams came into contact with one another they twisted into a single blast, which tore forward and struck Ryuji squarely in the chest. The sheer force of the blast sounded like a shot from some sort of anti-air cannon, and the brilliance of the blast made the entire world seem a bit darker for the briefest moment, before it faded.

The huge student was sent careening across the courtyard, stopping only when he hit a wall on the opposite side.

"... Oh?" Emiri asked, cocking her head to one side, "Were you trying to ask Emiri something? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the my music."

Apparently, the laser blast had been her 'music', insofar as anyone might be able to tell.

"The next one to touch Emiri without her permission will get worse then that, by the way~" the tiny girl added cheerily, "And don't even think about talking down to me~"

She clapped her hands together, the drones above her lightly turning over themselves.

"So, will you take Emiri's advice, or not?"

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Finishing lunch with just the ordinary badmouthing of ill-dressed students was too much to hope for. Of course the transfer student had to come in and get the boss's attention. In sync with the rest of the club, Yuri rose from her seated position--though unlike the others, she didn't even make a move to drop her lunch and shuffled to keep in the club president's blind spot. Happily, this made her fit the stereotypical 'tall, looming henchman' role, like she fit in with the rest of the brainless club members. Maybe there was something in the bleach to make the club so full of bimbos...

Chewing on a piece of egg, she had to disagree with the president on the twintails opinion. Oh, it might not have been the height of current fashion--but there were looks that went with the style, particularly the smaller, childish ones that would go well with Chinatsu's height. Her uniform--who kept the default uniform when they could change to something else?--obviously needed to go first but the hair was fine. If she had the right attitude... that gave the girl an idea of what to draw later.

Once again, someone else in the club got singled out to do the fighting--and thankfully, it was the one with a nickname she could never say right. If she lost, then the only person left with a nickname like that was her and she didn't need to worry about how you pronounced western letters. Why her Rank 0 self had yet to be nominated for one of these fights was a bit of a mystery, though maybe Suzie wanted intelligent conversation now and again.

Yuri didn't have any faith in Lulu's victory. Even if she had the best gear ever, not having a clue how to use your weapon was embarrassing. She should know--acting clueless and losing convincingly was work.