Ryuu Takashi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He had fallen asleep again and in The Council's room, to boot. He leaned forward, straightening the chair and rubbing his face and eyes with his hands before looking at the clock, noticing that he had slept through class. He sighed and shook his head, before standing up and going to the window, looking down onto the school grounds. The NPCs were just starting to leave towards the cafeteria and dorms, though one could hear a yell everyone now and then coming from the nearby soccer field, so he figured there was a match going on.
It was the same thing every day. The routine was only broken by people like him, from The Council, or by The Blacks and that was the way he preferred it. This routine bored him. He had woken up one night near the school's cafeteria, remembering nothing about himself. Eventually, a person found him, a girl, who explained all to him before she mysteriously disappeared. No, scratch that, there was nothing mysterious about it. They were dead and she had passed on, end of the story. He had decided to use his time exploring what different kind of things he could do and now, a long time after he had stopped keeping track of time, had gotten to be the student council's president. Of course, things weren't always very school like, as demonstrated by the Sig Sauer P229 sitting on top of his desk, something he had made himself to get an edge over The Blacks, along with many different other kinds of weapons. An advantage of the afterlife, as he saw it, was that one couldn't die twice. He smiled, took the pistol from the desk, checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded, then put it on safe and placed it on his shoulder holster before putting his school jacket on, hiding the gun from view. "Time to do some work, then." He said with a smile, heading out of the room to meet up with the rest of the members of The Council.
It was the same thing every day. The routine was only broken by people like him, from The Council, or by The Blacks and that was the way he preferred it. This routine bored him. He had woken up one night near the school's cafeteria, remembering nothing about himself. Eventually, a person found him, a girl, who explained all to him before she mysteriously disappeared. No, scratch that, there was nothing mysterious about it. They were dead and she had passed on, end of the story. He had decided to use his time exploring what different kind of things he could do and now, a long time after he had stopped keeping track of time, had gotten to be the student council's president. Of course, things weren't always very school like, as demonstrated by the Sig Sauer P229 sitting on top of his desk, something he had made himself to get an edge over The Blacks, along with many different other kinds of weapons. An advantage of the afterlife, as he saw it, was that one couldn't die twice. He smiled, took the pistol from the desk, checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded, then put it on safe and placed it on his shoulder holster before putting his school jacket on, hiding the gun from view. "Time to do some work, then." He said with a smile, heading out of the room to meet up with the rest of the members of The Council.
