Ryuu Yamauchi
This...
Ryuu thought to himself, still aware of the Adenine.
Is...
His expression slowly contorted into that of happiness.
PARADI-
*SLAM*
Oh, for f-ck's sake, can't I say 'paradise' without having something weird happening?!
The otaku rolled his eyes, turning to the source of the loud noise. There seemed to be a problem occurring... with one guy holding the head of some unfortunate student. The dark-haired, sunglasses-wearing student was instantly reminded of his past days. Slamming heads onto tables, being arrogant to show who was the boss... It was all too familiar to him. It was also his guilty pleasure for enjoying others who had that kind of pleasure. These sorts of arrogant people were fun to stop in their tracks. However, he never really thought about helping others out with his own violence.
Would it work?
Hm, well, Ryuu thought, shrugging to himself as he nonchalantly observed the sudden destruction of the lively party. He might come over here and beat David up, and that won't be a good thing, right?
The otaku slowly reached for his pockets... before taking out what appeared to be a model of a lightsaber handle. He finally managed to bring it, but he originally had intentions on showing it to only David and Serena. Now, however, it seemed that there may have been a different purpose to having a weapon.
Still not activating his powers, the otaku walked over to the man who just destroyed his good mood.
"Hey punk."
Ryuu simply raised his lightsaber, pointing it directly at the newcomer. He definitely looked like Ryuu in his middle school days... which was what he found ironic. Of course, middle schoolers were so much more immature than high school students were.
"I'm afraid you just ruined the pa- GUA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!?"
Almost right before he said the word "party," Ryuu Yamauchi was slammed aside by what appeared to be a boombox pointed toward him. The otaku flew and crashed into the wall, knocked out in an incredibly awkward, comical pose.
Perhaps it was a good thing that he was knocked unconscious.
Nathaniel G. Terotrax and Jeanne R. Cortez
"B-BLIMEY!" Cortez screamed as a man was sent flying past her side. She had been eating a delicate strawberry cake that just looked irresistible to not eat. Unfortunately, the party had been interrupted by yet another scary-looking man. Why did scary-looking men have to be scary? The pirate captain shuddered, turning to see who just shot the rockets made of air.
Far, far away, Terotrax, who was surprisingly still playing the drums, pointed one of his drumsticks at the group of people interrupting his happy fun time.
"Hey, he-hey~!" He exclaimed, sounding somewhat unnatural, artificial, and louder than usual. "Now, now, now, everyb-b-b-BODY~! We're having a party, so don't interrupt it, ya? You be stoppin' the fun, m' man~!"
For him, things looked like they would escalate in terms of excitement. And he would go ahead and knock the mean person out if he wanted to. There were no such things as "metagaming" on him.
"Chill! Or I'll call da police! Or... somethin'! Ha ha ha!"
With that said, he played the drums even harder, still grinning. That was, unless someone decided to attack him. At the moment, however, he was fully prepared to apprehend Allan should he commit one more bad move.
Meanwhile, Ryuu seemed to wake up. He was already getting ready to go strangle the boombox guy.
