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After pouring an unholy amount of sugar—or at least that's what he believes it to be—into his cup of coffee, Kaz goes for a sip but, just as the rim reaches his lips, he stops and notices the unusual expression on the bug girl's face. It consists of eyes devoid of life with the addition of a creepy smile which Kaz can only describe as "nefarious". "Hey, what's with that look?" Kaz asks in his patented monotone inflection. He doesn't expect an answer nor would he trust one that comes out of her, and so he elects to ignore her and drink his sweet, sweet coffe- Holy high halls of hell, what ungodly concoction is he drinking?! This is the work of a bio-terrorist. This- This- Her. Kaz looks up at the bug girl. As he sets the poisonous substance down on the table, Kaz's expression is now the same as the one the bug girl had before: a dead, dumb, happy look except one corner of Kaz's mouth is twitching.

Reaching into the grocery bag on the table with both hands, Kaz methodically pulls out what seems to be two more cans of bug spray—only the tops can be seen—in full view of the bug girl. His dual-wielding is about to level up! Fortunately, Kaz's phone alarm goes off, stopping this epic battle from proceeding any further. His face returns to normal as Kaz reaches for his phone to have a look-see. "Oh. It's already time." He says quietly to himself. He places his phone into his left pant pocket and picks up his bag before leaving unannounced. All that remains of his presence at the table is his comic in the goat boy's possession, a couple of snack bars, and salt—lots of it—both physical and metaphorical.

-6:37 PM-

Kaz retires to his dorm room after what has proven to be a rather chaotic day. Dear diary, today Kaz learned the importance of never giving up from his draconian tyrant of a teacher/headmaster. He met some rather swell fellows who steals too much, smokes too much, and dairies too much. And he was poisoned by a bug girl who no one but himself was internally freaking out over. Yeah... Wow, his life sucks. Kaz feels as though he will collapse of exhaustion at any- Oh, right now it looks like.

-6:00 AM-

"RISE AND SHINE, DESPOILERS OF MY HOME. EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW."

A far cry from his encouraging All Might alarm clock statue. The thundering voice of Lorken plays over the repeating school bell and returns Kaz's soul into his body, waking him from his slumber. Kaz slept on the floor all night having collapsed during the previous day. His luggage is still packed, mocking him in the far corner of the humbling room. Kaz's appearance when he first wakes up in the morning is indistinguishable from his appearance throughout the day: barely kept hair, a mixture of apathy and annoyance shown prominently on his face—you'd be hard pressed to find a less impressive guy. It's actually impressive how unimpressive he is, actually.

Knowing Lorken, this devilish alarm system probably won't shut off any time soon so Kaz, as reluctant as he is, gets up off the floor and begins the usual morning routine. He saunters into the restroom to whiz, shower, and brush his teeth. When all is said and done, he removes the new uniform from his belongings and puts it on. Dress shirt, blazer, pants, the works. He can't imagine there is much time for breakfast so he sits down on his bed with a protein bar in one hand and a bottle of water in the other; both arms are raised awkwardly instead of resting beside him. His whole posture screams, "I'm uncomfortable". Finishing up, he heads out toward the designated area.

He soon arrives and sees that both Gankona—he got his name right this time—and Karada are there. Lorken is a given. "Morning." Kaz tells the three of them before lining up beside Karada, remaining silent for the remainder of their time there. Both Kaz and Gank seem to be better groomed this morning than Karada. Kaz took his time since they had until seven but the other two look like they've been standing here for a while. Unlike both students, the buttons on Kaz's blazer is completely unbuttoned: a testament to his rebellious spirit, or his apathy. You choose.

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Oftentimes, Kaz finds himself lost in tunnel vision. That's the case with the crooked painting, and that's the case now with this... mosquito girl. You can land a jet plane behind him right now and he would be none the wiser. Incidentally taking advantage of this fact is the goat boy who Kaz can only vaguely remember the name of.

Slinking towards him, the goat boy crushes the nozzle of Kaz's bug spray and purloins one of his comics. Kaz finally comes to his senses after being mind diddled by seeing Mosquito-chan when he attempts to spray the chemical her way only to find that nothing happening. "Huh?"

He looks around the room as if to figure things out and only realizes what has happened when he sees Drank Soda with one of his books. "H-He's fast...!" No, you're just dense. He leaves the goat boy with his comic for now as he seems harmless enough and walks into the kitchen where the blonde dairy lover―think his name is "Yaoi" or something―is making a pizza. Cheese... Dairy... Perfectly in character for him.

Kaz sees a coffee maker in the corner. Coincidentally (all according to plan), Kaz bought some coffee mix. He gets to work, meticulously letting the machine do everything for him. After about seven minutes, he pours himself a cup, walks over to the table, and takes a seat. At the table sat Prank Yoga, Missquito, and the chain-smoking young man whose age eludes Kaz still―seemingly oblivious to the fact that goat boy also smokes. Karada right? Kaz takes a longer than normal sip of his coffee while he stares daggers into the bug girl.

After an excruciatingly long time of silent piercing stares, Kaz finally speaks up. "Excuse me," he starts, talking directly to the bug girl, "can you pass the blood- err, sugar?" Kaz asks in an entirely nonchalant and impassive manner. Whether she does so or not, Kaz would eventually wind up with sugar which he then―all the while maintaining his blink-less gaze―unsympathetically pours an offensive amount into his cup, so much so that it had to be censored for general audiences.

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Finally have time to read all the posts instead of skimming and I realized I left Karada out of my mentions. And mentioning @Mercurial here just to see if he's still in this.

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I'm still here. I've just been busy but finally got time to put out a post.

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On the walk home, or rather back to L.O.S.E.R., Kaz garners quite a few looks from passerby on account of his bodily injuries. Kaz doesn't notice however as he is often lost in his existential thoughts. "Why are we here? Only to suffer? How do I know that I exist? Maybe I don't. Maybe none of us do. Maybe we're all fictitious characters created by some random people on an internet forum somewhere-" Kaz's train of thought is stopped when he violently bumps into the pole of a street light.

Some time later, Kaz arrives back at the shabby academy, having missed the congratulatory speech delivered earlier by Lorken. He enters from the front and walks the hall. His eyes seem focused if not devoid of all hope. This is a man on a mission. He stops at one particularly point in the hallway and stares down the object of his anxiety: the crooked portrait he saw earlier in the day. "This won't do."

Encompassing the soul of a rebellious revolutionary, Kaz will defy the "no touching" rule of the tyrant, Lorken, for the good of the people. Setting his bag down so that both hands are free, he proceeds to fix this blight on humanity. As soon as his finger tips make contact with the portrait, it falls forward and onto the floor—the wooden frame breaking apart in several places with a sticker saying "Made in China" apparent on one of the pieces.

Why are we here? Only to suffer? Kaz picks up the broken wooden frame pieces and the portrait canvas itself and briskly hides them behind a nearby table before walking away whistling. The outline of where a portrait once hung can clearly be seen in the wake of what will later be referred to as simply "the incident". And even it's crooked.

Where to now? There's like- What? Two other people in this whole damn place? Kaz hasn't bumped into anyone yet. Maybe an excursion to the cafeteria will reveal something of interest. Taking a beating sure does embolden the hunger pangs. Wandering aimlessly around, he somehow makes his way to his destination in like a minute. It isn't all that big of a place really.

As soon as he steps inside, he sees the goat boy—what was his name again? Wank Cobra? And the guy that looks exactly like Kaz himself if Kaz was taller, better looking, have more muscle mass, is not plagued by anxiety, and drinks lots of dairy. This man is his eternal rival. And then a sweat drop travels down the side of Kaz's face. What the hell is he looking at? Kaz reaches into his grocery bag and pulls out a can of bug spray, shaking it as he walks toward the group in the kitchen.

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Drip. Drop. Drip. The blood, having calmed from its initial burst, travels down Kaz's lips and chin and onto the floor below. Bleeding profusely from one's nasal orifice certainly isn't a hallmark of good health. His entire damn body feels heavy right now. His head, however, feels light... from the blood loss. This is not a flowery metaphor regarding some newfound sense of mental clarity. Yeah, some sleep would be nice right about now, Kaz thinks. Just slip into blissful unconsciousness Kaz. It's all over now... But then an all-too familiar voice calls him back from the brink of passing out.

"Kazuto Akechi," Kaz's vision returns to him and he notices Lorken in front of him talking. "You are weak," "Yeah, I figured out that much." "Untrained," "Got it." "And seem to only use your brain when its time to run your mouth," "Okay, now you're just being a dick." Kaz sighs. Yeah, he's heard it all before. Is there a skip button to the part where Lorken tells him that he failed? "Despite your flaws," Hmm? "You do have potential and a degree of wit that some heroes in the industry are sorely lacking." What the hell kind of Twlight Zone-esque shit is this? Kaz is actually being... praised? Needless to say, Kaz is rendered pretty much speechless from what he had just heard. Lorken gets up and holsters his pistol before making his way over to Kaz.

He leans over and gives Kaz a pat well done accompanied by a fierce grin. No comment escapes Kaz's lips as he just quietly kneels there in contemplation. Before dismissing Kaz, Lorken asks the shocked young lad what it's like to care for once. He is quiet at first. Kaz then looks down and sees the broken finger on the hand he used to block one of Lorken's monstrously powerful punch. Maybe it was the angle of where Lorken was standing but one could swear that some semblance of a smile appeared on Kaz's face just then. "It freaking hurts."

Kaz grabs his cardigan while standing up and wipes the blood from his face. Earlier in the bout, Kaz made a mental remark about forgetting something. It isn't until now that he finally remembered what that was. Just right then, Lorken dismisses him. Perfect timing. "I'm going off school grounds. There's something important I have to do. Don't worry, this isn't an excuse to run away. I'll be back before long." At the exit, he turns around to face Lorken. "Hey, I want you to teach me how to punch." Kaz says with a serious expression and his left hand balled into a fist.

Some time later, Kaz is at the convenience store stuck in a long checkout line; he has a few comic books and DVDs in hand. "I forgot the latest issues came out today... Damn it, why is this line taking so long?" Kaz starts tapping his foot as his patience runs thin. "This sucks."

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@Duoya I just noticed that you mentioned attacking Lorken's gonads as well in your post :P Needless to say, it's the best plan of attack.

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His plan wasn't working. Sure, Kaz managed to pilfer the gun from Lorken and caught the big guy by surprise, but none of that means a damn thing if Kaz wasn't hitting his target. Six shots were fired: three of which struck Lorken in the stomach, one narrowly missed, and the remaining two made impact with Lorken's hand and forehead respectively. The plan failed spectacularly. "Damn it... I was aiming for his nuts." But alas, it isn't all bad, Lorken is dazed—probably from the last one he took to the dome. Kaz sees an opportunity to capitalize and blitzes towards the staggered brute. A pistol whip to the temple would definitely cause some damage, regardless of the meager force behind the attack. But Lorken, being the stubborn and resilient bastard that he is, makes a swift recovery and, reciprocally, charges at Kaz.

As the two of them close the distance, Lorken swings at Kaz with a mean right hook which our wouldn't-be hero expertly dodges. No, wait. Never mind. Kaz slipped a little again which is the only reason why the attack missed. As Kaz catches his balance, he soon finds an elbow flying at his face. He thinks about blocking the blow with the gun but then he'd have a sturdy piece of metal hitting his forehead. So instinctively, he blocks with his right palm. As the elbow makes contact, Kaz could feel a finger bone snapped in place. He doesn't even have the luxury of feeling that pain as a blow to his stomach expunges the air from Kaz's lungs which is then followed by a second body blow; whatever he's wheezing out isn't air at this point. A final left hook reunites Kaz with his old flame: the floor.

Meanwhile, the exhausted Lorken takes an immediate seat to recover some lost breath. Almost half a minute passes and Kaz has still yet to move a muscle. Ready to add manslaughter to the list, Lorken, you horny bastard? An entire minute nearly passes before Kaz finally comes to. "W-What...? Tired already...? You're not done with me yet..." Kaz, slowly but surely, gets back up onto his feet and stumbles toward Lorken, gun still in hand—left hand to be precise; if one looks closely, they can see a somewhat unnatural bend to one of Kaz's right fingers. Kaz can't make even three feet of lateral movement before collapsing once more. It takes a second, but Kaz starts to worm his way to Lorken by using his arms to claw his body forward.

Once near Lorken, Kaz tosses the gun at his head. Yeah, it'd probably won't do a thing but this is all the energy Kaz could muster. Maybe it'll chip off a piece of his horn if Kaz rolls a natural 20. Kaz didn't see if it hit its mark or not. He gets into a kneeling position and stares at Lorken while breathing and wheezing heavily. There is no comment to be made. Okay, maybe one. "How's it feel to be reunited with your long lost son, Dank Cola? Ya know, the goat boy..." Blood spurts from his nose afterwards.

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Y'know, it's no wonder Kaz is gone when it's Yuri's turn. He done fucked up so goddamn much, he's probably in some random place hanging off of a dying tree, wheezing. @Blu @Zelosse

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It's called a tactical retreat. It's all part of the master plan. He's not a coward. Stop pointing and laughing at him!

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@Zelosse Masochist route it is then. I've changed the ending of my post.