[IC] Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

[Tatsua Aiisen]

[Student Council President's Office]

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"There's no mistaking it... Milady, this is-"

"Yeah, I know. It's started."

A lone figure stands silhouetted against the rising sun over Honnouji Academy, staring out over their kingdom protectively. Only in the gradually approaching light could the figures behind her be seen, four sentinels kneeling in their leader's shadow, holding on to every word that left their mouth. It wasn't known who this new threat was, or where they came from, but there was one thing they knew for certain-

"If they think-"
"That they can come here-"
"And cause trouble-"
"In, uh, our school..."

There's a moment of awkward silence, followed closely by the steady, powerful voice of the Student Council President.

"Then they've got something else coming for them."

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It was morning in Honnou City,
The sun had just risen, and the city was just now waking.
Students eager to arrive on time might already be on their way,
but others, keeping with the norm, were still sleeping.

Among these students,
there were some that were fated to remain normal.
But others...
Were destined for greatness.
Today, they were going to face their most important trial.

Will they lose their way?
Or will they reach the truth behind it all,
and Achieve everything they ever desired.
In the square of Honnoji Academy, a large, suspicious-looking stand sat ominously, glaring daggers at the students who passed it by. Atop the stand stood a girl in the typical uniform of the No-Stars, holding in her hand a megaphone and shouting out into the crowd, "Stop the oppression! Free Honnouji Academy! No-stars, here my voice!"

On the side of the stand, the words "No-Star Club" were written in massive, blocky red text.

...

Of course, nobody paid the stand any attention. And for precisely that reason, the girl yelling atop it yelled louder, almost blowing several students away with the sheer volume of her voice-

"END THE OPPRESSORS! COME, JOIN ME IN A JOURNEY TO REALIZE OUR TRUE WORTH! JOIN CLUB NO-STAR!"

[Art of Fun]

It started as a minor exercise. Oddly intense red eyes squinted under ridiculously bushy black eyebrows, watching the student occupying the stand. He had questions about the legality of this on school grounds - was this even authorised by by the Club Committee? Was huge stand that big a health issue for both the yelling student and anyone going past it?

Not that he would ever stop to ask the student these questions. That's for the Disciplinary Committee.

He recalled the lessons of his teacher: "With the power of inner, anything can be accomplished," a lesson he was trying to make use off right now. With no words, he was trying to get this person to be quiet. His stare turned into some sort of glare, growing more and more noticeable as the seconds passed. His eyes burned like an annoyed furnace, and to the observer it might even seem as if his head was growing larger, staring down at the No-Star student.

Of course, this just some qi illusion. His head cannot actually be growing like an upscaled image, right?

There was only one student with this level of AUTHORITY and ANNOYANCE that was not a member of Disciplinary Committee. Member of the Model United Nations Club, his martial skill is only whispered about among the halls and rooms of other clubs, especially those of the Athletics clubs. His general refusal to fight outside of the hell-hole that is the Model United Nations Club has made him a curiosity to those who might be interested in recruiting him to their clubs...

DENZAIMONTEN TOBE
Model DISEC Chair

Cripes, he looks angry. And not the foaming at the mouth kind either, it's the silently fuming sort.

[Hebigami Shiho]

Rikuto wasn't an early raiser, that's for sure and the fact that his house was so near the school was even better for him. More sleep for him! Still, his peaceful sleep wouldn't last for long. Given the fact that her mother didn't knew to anything else aside from cleaning and making food and that his father had to vent his frustration after losing his money in any other way that wouldn't end with him having several broken bones (His mother was the one who wore the pants on the relationship), there was yet another white haired baby crawling around the house, and boy, was he a real troublemaker. He also worked as Rikuto's alarm clock, by the way.

"Abba... Gu.... Na...!" Baby talk was all Rikuto heard before something rather heavy fell upon him, knocking the air out of him as it fell right on the sleepy boy's stomach. He rolled off the bed, while holding his hands over where the chubby baby just fell.

"Godammit! How many times....!" He said before lifting his hand and seeing the digital clock the baby was holding in its chubby hands. It was rather intelligent, for being just a baby. "WHAT!? It's already this late!? That guy will bury me alive if I don't hurry!" Running into his closet, he got out of it already wearing his two star uniform. "I'm out! Take care of the house!" He says to the baby, who waves him goodbye.

Rikuto started running with all he got and, with the enhancement of his Two Star uniform, he even lifted a dust cloud behind him as he ran. Luckily enough, he arrived at the same time a certain pest was staring down intensly at a No Star. Denzaimonten Tobe. Rikuto was sure that his head was growing as he stared at the pitiful No Star. He decided to do his good deed of the day and he approached the pair. Putting one arm on Tobe's shoulder and the other on the No Star's shoulder, he opened his mouth.

Rikuto Kugehebara
Gambling Club President

"Now, now, don't be so hard on the No Star. Plebe have the right to riot, don't they?" He says, looking directly at Tobe's eyes with a half assed smile, and then turning to see the No Star, this time with a mocking smile on his face. "And you... Club No Star? What's that?" Laughing at the thought of it, he continued. "What's its objective? Be, like, pitifully poor?"

[Fish of Oblivion]

It was days like this that made Homura glad that he was a Two-Star. Having long since abandoned anything resembling a normal sleep routine, the short distance of the walk and the time it took to undertake it made his mornings easy to deal with. Usually waking between seven and half-past, he'd have at least half an hour to pull his shit together before he needed to get moving, and the assistance of an energy drink usually got him packing along way before then. There was always the Two-Star lounge if he wanted to catch some extra shuteye. Today, however, he'd woken up late; eight o'clock, almost on the dot, with only half an hour between himself and a late arrival. After a rush and a five-minute scramble to get ready, the fifteen minute walk had been knocked down to a mere ten in his haste. Whilst he was grouchy and bleary, he would make it in time for his first lesson; though he could already tell that was going to be little comfort as he walked through the archway of the academy and was practically assaulted by a blast of noise and energy. Grumbling something obscene, he adjusted his glasses, before grumbling again, removing them and giving them a quick wipe. Slapping them back on carelessly, he squinted in the bright morning light to catch sight of what was going on. Something about oppression... Freeing Honnouji Academy? And then there was that big sign... What did it say? 'No-Star Club'. ...

{Homura Murakami} {Literary Club President}

"Oh, fuck off," He grumbled to himself, sighing profusely and raising a hand to rub his temple as he realized it was another fucking attempt to start a shit-storm over the caste system, "I am WAY too tired for this shit." He quickly took a look around, looking at who else was present in the courtyard besides the gaggle of No-Stars and occasional dumbstruck One-Star. He caught sight of only one other distinctive figure; that one silver-haired bugger he'd seen around in the lounge a few times before now. Besides Homura himself, whitey seemed to be the only other Two-Star around to deal with the situation at the moment. Fan-freaking-tastic. Muttering further obscenities under his breath, he accepted he was going to have to take some responsibility here and began to make a beeline for the eye of the shitstorm- And then he caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. A girl, about his own age, seemingly indifferent to what was going on around her; just making her way towards the entrance with a group of rather disturbed-looking friends. "OI! KARASUMARU!" He suddenly yelled towards the figure, completely shifting gear as he watched the No-Star he was addressing flinch, as her friends froze themselves. "... Oh, good morning, sir?" The girl asked, turning and catching sight of the familiar sight of the Literary Club Captain, a little bit of nervousness creeping into her voice as she noticed the rather disgruntled expression on his face.

{Mukuro Karasumaru} {No-Star Student}

"You aren't part of this crap, are you?" He asked, pointing in the general direction of the commotion in the center of the square. "... Noooo?" She replied, a little more confident as she realized the Two-Star wasn't angry at her, as her friends remained frozen around her. "Good to hear. Do me a favour and tell old man Tenmyouji I'm going to be a little late, can you? Promised I'd track some notes down for him, but looks like it's me and whitey bugger over there that've gotta deal with this shit." "Sure? I mean, it's not like he can complain, is it?" "Thanks a ton," Homura replied, before he turned and resumed his beeline for the commotion, the disgrunted expression from before reappearing on his face with a sworn vengeance. And behind him, the girl just watched as he went, sparing only a somewhat pointed glance towards the stand in the distance, before resuming her walk towards the school as the girls around her finally gathered themselves from the shock and scrambled along behind her anxiously. He wouldn't get in serious trouble for being late, but her friends sure as hell would.

[Turboshitter]

"Oiiiiii! Would you pleeeeeease shut the fuck uuuuup?~"

The stand was obliterated by a flying cloud of dust, cut into pieces by an invisible hand and then smashed into splinters and fragments. There were lines dug into the ground where the attack had struck the stand, like giant fingernails had raked the earth. An air pressure attack. The calling card of master martial artists.

As the dust cleared, the student responsible made themselves known. Silver hair. Tarnished stockings. An ankle-length dress with a slit running down the side. They carried a katana disguised as a bokken, and wore a Two-Star uniform. There was no mistaking it. This was the student known the entire school over as Silver Devil, the Shark of Hokkaido.

FIGHT CLUB PRESIDENT
MIZUSHIMA SHUN

"Oiiiii, No-Star. The hell do you think this is? I was trying to take a nap." Mizushima yawned. "More power to ya if you think you should fight the system and all that, but if you're gonna do your dinky little protest around here, at least do it somewhere we won't hear it, yeahhhhhhh?~ Your racket's really pissing me off."

[Krauxis]

Fuyutsuki Kyouko woke up when her head hit the floor.

"Whuzz...oh? Oh god damnAAGH!"

Some people say wounds hurt more when you're forced to look at them, others say that looking at your own wounds diminishes the pain. Fuyutsuki Kyouko was treated to an unavoidably close look at her head wound as the blood gushed down into her eyes.

"Ugh. This is less than ideal... where are you...?"

Wiping her eyes clean as much as possible with her right arm, she flailed at her desk-cum-bed until her right shoulder collided with the object sitting on top of it, and the magnetic prongs on her prosthetic arm slid cleanly into the ports in her shoulder socket, giving her access to an extra helping hand. She flipped her messy hair backwards, most of the extra blood simply flowing backwards instead of right into her eyes, and checked the time on the watch app installed in her arm.

"Yeah, that's about right." Late for school. Or maybe not...

She cleaned most of the blood out of her hair and brushed it quickly, ignoring the pain, and rushed out of the house, running at top speed towards Honnouji...

Fuyutsuki Kyouko
Disability Support Alliance Vice-Captain

...At easily five times normal human running speed, a blurry figure crashed through the front gates of the school. Managing somehow to dodge most of the people in her way, she seemed thrown off by the one fixture that was not normally present on the grounds. Of course, that one thing needed to be different today, of all days.

After disengaging her rocket thruster, and engaging it backwards, Kyouko figured she could stop before collision, but math was never her strongest subject. With an enormous sound like a sonic boom, she crashed majestically into the impromptu No-star stand.

Dazed and still with a bloodstained face from earlier that day, Kyouko lay as if she were dead at the front of the stand, surrounded by bewildered people.

"..Did I make it?" she asked with a shaky voice, "I'm not late, am I?"

[GreenGoat]

She adjusted the hat, tilting it slightly forwards to a position she deemed comfortable. It was just another day in this thing they call a school. It was huge; even the gates she passed under screamed of extravagance and overcompensation for something. Perhaps the owner likes showing off, or something.

The moment she passed under the gates however, the commotion grabbed her attention, particularly the part about where they were forming it for No Stars. Interesting. And from the little gathering in front of it, the ranked students didn't feel too happy about it. This could be what she was looking for, something to bring the ranked students to her, instead of her picking a fight with them. A movement that will bring her stronger opponents, and stronger weapons, so she could improve her own.

She had barely opened her mouth to ask some questions, before the stand exploded from a missile.

"I'm not late, am I?"

A human missile. If it was anyone else, she would be mildly concerned, but it was just Kyouko. Well there goes the revolution. Perhaps she should seek her own club. She thought about it for a moment as she continued walking to class. With a sigh, she decided it would not work, since she would be given a ranked uniform and defeat the whole purpose of her club.

"Ah, i forgot. The huge red block letters to introduce myself."

MATAKIHARA FREIJA
NORMAL STUDENT

Freija looked at the huge letters for a moment, before adjusting her bag and continued walking. First class would be English lessons again. Not really interesting, but it would give her some time to think about how to make the ranked students notice her.

[Fish of Oblivion]

Homura hadn't even gotten halfway to the stand when everything seemed to go to Hell.

First, something came right out of nowhere and collided with the stand; the crowd around it seemed to recoil, but as they did so, he could make out a figure lying at the base of it.
A redheaded girl Homura vaguely recognized as being part of the Disability Support Alliance. He'd dealt with the group a few times in the past in relation to the library; as with whitey bugger, he couldn't put a name to the girl, but her presence wasn't going to make the situation any more difficult to deal with, at least. If her distinctive appearance was any indication, she could even be helpful in getting it over with so he could get to class on time.

But then the second factor blew in.
Quite literally, at that.

"Fuck. Off." Homura hissed under his breath, as he saw the figure standing over the wreckage of the stand; this one he could put a name to, unfortunately enough. Shun Mizushima, that crazy bitch who'd started up the Fight Club. As convenient as it was that the stand was gone, her presence was only really going to make matters worse, especially if she started picking fights with him and whitey bugger instead of trying to help settle the No-Stars down and get them on their way; get them on their way after she went and riled them up with that display.

Homura sighed, pausing in his steps as he considered his course of action.
On one hand, the stand was gone and there were two Two-Stars dealing with the situation as was. If he really wanted to, he could wash his hands of this and get to class...
On the other hand, if Mizushima started anything and the Countermeasures Committee worked out he had left instead of helping whitey bugger, chances are he'd land himself in some serious shit with both them AND the Disciplinary Committee.

Basically, he'd dug his own grave the moment he chose to head for the stand to help out.

"Fuckin' figures," He muttered, as he continued his walk towards the stand, resolving to just get this over and done with.

"Alright, everyone, show's over," He yelled out over the commotion of No-Stars, as he stepped over the wreckage of the stand, "Move your asses and get to class quickly and the Disciplinary Committee won't need to know anything about this."

Watching Mizushima out of the corner of his eye, he instinctively moved towards whitey bugger and the rather intense-looking One-Star he was standing with; worst came to the worst, the two could back each-other up.

[Hebigami Shiho]

One thing after the other. Rikuto didn't care anyways. A delinquent, an otaku, someone disabled, and things of the like was what he saw as he stood there while waiting for this problem to solve itself, though some of those stayed there... Well, it wasn't his problem, until someone decided to crush the stand of the One Star, and Rikuto couldn't hold back. He started laughing like crazy at the sudden turn of events. "What was that for? Hahahaha!" His mocking laugh was irritating to anyone who could hear it. "I bet that was made out of the wood of her house! That's just too cruel!" He continued laughing, and though it sounded as if he were taking pity on the girl, Rikuto was actually just digging the knife further in. He then noticed what he had said and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I said a bit too much there, but still...." He looked at the delinquent through the corner of his eye and let out yet another snicker.

And then, the otaku came to play peacemaker. Rikuto clicked his tongue. "Awww, but why? It was just getting to the good part too! With Mizushima here, I'm sure we would have seen something funny until the Disciplinary Committee arrived." He sighed afteer saying that. "But if you really mean to stop now...." With a motion of his hand, a card came out on his hand. He held it with two fingers and threw it at the No-Star that was causing the commotion. With the force it packed, Rikuto was able to send the girl flying against the wall. The No Star was stuck to the wall now with the card Rikuto threw on the neck of the girl's shirt. Soon enough, four more cards followed and made sure the girl would stay there without being able to move any of her limbs.

He then took a coin from inside his sleeve and flipped it. He caught it in the air and put it against the back of his hand. After lookign at the result, he sighed and stored the coin away. "She won't be able to move anymore, so the DC will just come after her. I bet it'll be fun when that happens! So, now, run along, I'll stay here and watch how she gets punished." Rikuto says as he takes a seat in front of the girl stuck in the wall. Of course, he already has a plan for when those guys come so they don't yell at him too.

[Turboshitter]

"Now now, Rikuto-kun, Homura-chan. No need to be so harsh on the No-Star. I think she's learned her lesson."

Nonchalantly strolling over to the pinned No-Star, Mizushima pulled a wad of money out of her cleavage, more Money than the No-Star's family would likely see in a year. Then, whether it be out of the confusing goodness of her heart or just to mock Rikuto, she gave every last bill to the No-Star.

"It's a little sweaty, but it should cover the stand and a few months rent. You've learned your lesson, right? If you have, don't ever interrupt another one of my naps again, got it?" She backed off. "Or do, whichever. I doubt I'd have a very good fight against a No-Star unless I stripped buck-naked, but who knows, I've been surprised before. Now scram!"

Freeing the No-Star and giving her a friendly (or not-so-friendly) slap on the tuckus, Mizushima sent her on her way. Turning to face Rikuto and Homura, she said "See? Problem solved."

[Turboshitter]

DOUBLE POST

[Fish of Oblivion]

"Do I look like a magical girl to you, Mizushima?" Homura snarked aloud at the Fight Club President's... curious choice of honorific for him, before he just watched as she freed the No-Star girl from whitey bugger's (Rikuto, was it? Well, he certainly was a whitey bugger, at any rate-) cards and gave her a big wad of cash.

Truth be told, this was one of the better outcomes of the situation for him; Mizushima seemed more interested in getting back to her nap and making them look silly than picking fights or prolonging the situation. At the very least, Homura was used to one of those; he was barely fazed by the girl's actions, snark aside.
"So you AREN'T incapable of being constructive? Good job," He just said with a slight smirk to Mizushima, his tone slathered in snark but nonetheless carrying a hint of genuine gratitude; like she had said, she did seem to have solved the situation at hand.

"Get out of here before the Disciplinary Committee arrives, and you should be fine," He just said to the No-Star with a shrug, not even sparing her a second glance as he turned to leave, "I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about the protest, I just want to get to class on time this morning."
He had plenty of time to make it; so as he began to make his way from the group, he just lifted a hand lazily to bid them farewell.

[Krauxis]

Whew, wasn't late after all. It had all been worth it. Kyouko picked herself up from the ruins of what had once been the no-star stand where she had been watching the interactions of her schoolmates in relative silence, trying to blend into the background. She didn't feel comfortable interfering in the two-stars' business, at least, not this time. She'd blown into an unknown situation and seemed to have disturbed something... disturbing. Something to do with the no-stars, judging by the amount of them that were gathered around.

Brushing the dirt off of herself and flexing her arm for a basic functionality check, she nodded with approval. Her damage was minimal. Aside from the bloodstain on her face from earlier in the morning that she still didn't know existed, she was as good as new.

"Erm, G'morning then, folks. Be seeing y'all around. I'll see myself out."

Kyouko wanted to avoid a fight, above all else, and didn't much care for the disciplinary committee who were still a potential presence in whatever had happened here. No, it was definitely time to bail. Class was starting soon anyway. Making an unconscious note in her head to avoid further conflict with the majority of people around her for the time being, she bowed silently and made her way into the school proper.