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> > I think that's fair, and considering that I'm one of the ones holding you up, go right on ahead. Sorry I'm taking so long. I will come in late if that's ok with you. > > It's perfectly okay. I made it just so that you could come in later. > > I hope what I did for the intro is okay. I also put in a bit for Wriggle so Crow isn't left out. Ah! My apologises, I'll get around to finishing up by tomorrow, after I wake up and all that, and then post my cs finally. I'll be ready if you approve it then!

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Harold took one note of the rest of the room, and only raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like he was going to freak out more. He could already tell he was likely to get his ass handed back to him, baked, fried, *and* stired. So there wasn't any point in getting more worked up. But the fact that Thisa was trying to stand up for **him** just made life so much more confusing. He wanted to help his friend, sure. But that is a hell of a lot harder to do when said friend is trying to keep *you* from helping *her.* It was also annoying. Really, Harold was finally doing something and it's *now* that he has to get kicked out of the way? He just wanted to help his best friend damnit! And he'd be damned if he backed down to this tiny girl. Nope, he wouldn't run just because of how screwed he was *just because* she was a tiny girl. Tiny girls automatically can kick *at least* twice as much ass as a normal girl. Who also, automatically can kick twice as much ass as a normal guy, etc. So, basically, as a nerdy guy who was weaker than the normal guy....he was basically screwed about 8 or so times over. Wonderful. At least the math helped Harold's nervousness a small amount. Harold looked over his shoulder to Thisa, who was pulling his arm back and arguing with him to stop him from defending the both of them. He muttered to Thisa, who was standing very close to him and all, allowing for slightly more private words: "Thisa, I am unable to disengage from this fight at the moment. I am thrilled that you seem willing to care about the health and safety as one such as myself, howver I am still unable to back down from this Ms. At least, not after the words she has spoken to us." Harold remained firm in his desire. He wouldn't give up here, and he'd do his best to help them both. As such, he moved back in front of her, blocking her from Louise, and Louise from her. "And I will not back down from this. You may not wish of it Thisa, but as your friend, I cannot allow you to suffer without at least trying to assit you, and if possible, make your burden lighter. Even if that means I have to share a portion of it myself." Harold gave her a small, nervous grin at that, and turned back to Louise after a moment of thought. When Harold went over Louise's words once more, he formulated the best responses he could for who he was: "Ahm....Ms. Louise, even if she were the only person to have utalized her...." Harold used finger quotes, as he had no idea what this was: ""ability"....for violent intentions, it is as well that the child utalized what I can safely assume to be his own, for purposes of sexual harassment. Are you truely saying that a woman keeping herself and her body protected against such assaults? She, herself, was just enjoying a normal lunch hour, when he started this whole affair by sticking his legs out of her scarf without warning." Harold did his best to defend Thisa and her actions, obviously trying to show them in a logical, and normal reaction type of light. Not that he knew how often Michael did things like this. He was just trying his best with what he had on hand. Then he moved on to himself. "As well, Mr. Lietman, himself was absorbed in his apperent will to fight, completely ignoring the obvious signs of stress that Thisa held, and commited himself to getting his *boss* to play judge. You wish for me to reason why I did nothing to assist her? It is simple: Thisa is more than capable of taking care of herself, and to insinuate that I do not believe that, and as such should have quote *protected her* unquote, is insulting to me. It is not as if every man nor woman here is incapable of defending oneself, and as such it is not the job of another to try and be naive heroes or something of the sort." Harold was on a roll with his arguments. He didn't care if they weren't the best, weren't going to let him win, etc. He just was going to defend them. He damn well wasn't going down with a fight, and a verbal battle was sadly his best playing field besides gaming, hacking, etc. Those didn't count here. Harold finally went on to conclude his argument with: "And Ms. Louise, you seem to lack one very obvious and key detail as to why I would fail to do anything. I am a mostly useless in the real world currently. And I will admit that wholeheartedly, for if you do not know your own faults, and accept that they exist, then you fail to be prepared to deal with any situation. As well, I am unsuited to dealing with a situation such as this. I lack any talent or ability necessary to assist in keeping the child from sexually harassing Thisa, nor do I possess the strength necessary to hold Mr. Lietman away from her. The most apperent of any capablities that I hold, happen to lay in talking to the Machine that she built. Thus, it was the only real place that I would be capable of assisting in the handling of the situation. And I do not wish to play a...." Finger quotes""Knight in shining armor," however I do wish to assist my friend in any way that I can now. For now is a time where I could possibly assist her once more." Harold concluded, hoping that he **didn't** make the situation worse.

Noting how the conversation between the appearent leaders in the area, Harold quickly observed how everyone both respected, and possibly feared the slip of a girl that was walking towards Thisa right now. (She's **tiny**....this will not end well....). Harold sighed slightly to himself, before he shakenly walked in front of the crouched Thisa. His heart was racing with this decision, but he wouldn't abandon Thisa like this. And even if he could only lift a portion of her burden, he'd do it anyway. (For such is the duty, honor, and pleasure of true friends). Harold coughed once, right after Louis stated just what she was to Thisa, and as calmly as possible, stepped directly in her way. "Ahm....I apologize for being a bother Ms....Louise? I unfortunately am not privy to your last name, and as such shall work with what I have already obtained. However, Ms. Louise, I am unable to allow you to grant punishment on Thisa alone. As well, this incident also involved both myself...." Harold narrowed his eyes at Michael, his eyes awash with unhidden displeasure and even anger: "....and the **child** that is standing next to the *blondie*." Harold was....not pleased with Leitman or Michael at all. They'd been the main reasons beyond himself that had invoked Thisa's anger. They also were responsible for this situation, and the fact that this supposed *leader* was punishing Thisa first just lit a passion Harold rarely felt nowadays. His passion for vengence, and his passion for responsibility. To Harold, these two deserved not just punishment, but even worse punishment than Thisa. They'd be the **cause** of the situation. (Maybe, if they didn't act like *little children* we wouldn't have had to deal with this situation *in the first fucking place*!). Harold made a slightly hasty decision, but one he felt like he had to support. "Ms. Louise, how about I forsake my laptop in return for handling a portion of Thisa's punishment as well?" Harold felt a part of his soul being ripped out of his chest just then. He felt like he had betrayed his best friend. But he had another best friend, and he felt that his first one would be understanding to his plight here. He also hoped that Thisa would be alright after this. It wouldn't boad well for him if his first friend in a long time were to....well....anything but stay with him really. Plus, it's not like Harold had any prior knowledge to all the rules, written or unwritten in the school yet. This **was** amazingly his first day here still.

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Harold quickly took stock of the situation. And it didn't look that bad- No, it was horrible! (No thoughts like that!) Harold also noted to his complete pleasure, no, dis at that, that Thisa had ripped off her skirt and her jacket. If she remembered this, she would probably be highly displeased....although Harold wasn't. No, he totally was. He's just messing around. Yup, completely. Messing. Around. Anyways, Thisa seemed to be having a major breakdown right now. And with the ways things were looking around the cafeterria, he might just end up being the only one able, and apperently willing, to calm her down. I mean, she summoned a **Knight** out of nowhere on a whim! Who would want to possibly envoke her malice? Harold was by no means a masochist, but he damn well didn't believe he'd let his best friend just have a meltdown and a murder spree because of some imbiceile kid and a bunch of self-absorbed teenagers, not after that humiliation. So Harold took a step forward, towards Thisa. "Thisa! What are you planning on *doing* with that....glorious machine?" Harold was obviously more than slightly shaken up by Thisa's newly revealed ability to build....a Machine....from NOTHING!....Wait. She used his laptop. Harold's eye twitched. It twitched again.... "OUI! YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER!?!?!" Harold suddenly blew up after realizing what happened to his laptop, unleasing a rage induced shout at the top of his nerdy lungs. The Knight didn't move, but it did speak not like a normal instead its voice resonated within Harold's mind and only his mind, *"I did nothing with your device, the Maker saw it fit for construction."* Harold took a moment to process the machine's words. His rage induced state was....not really in the mood for logical or deductive reasoning of any kind. "SO WHAT!?!? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE MY FUCKIN' LAPTOP THEN!?!?! DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOUR MAKER? CAUSE I DON'T THINK IT DOES!" Harold....was in a problematic state himself. Not that anyone in the area would probably be able to understand just *why* he was so upset with the Knight itself for taking his laptop. But, that didn't change the fact that he was not in a good state of mind to be around either. A few of the older students started wondering if they would have not one, but *two* new students showing off their abilities in broad daylight. *"I did nothing with your 'laptop' nor does it look like the Maker"* The Knight started holding a full on one line conversation with Harold it seemed. Harold tried taking a deep breath to calm down a little. He knew, in that little part of his mind that was allowing him to keep his vision from fading to black, that was also still capable of thinking. Not that he was doing really well with utalizing that part mind you, but he was trying. It wasn't as bad as his Desktop. When that thing went down....well, Harold may, or may not, have become an arsonist for the day....maybe. Calming himself to actually think clearly, even though his sight wasn't really, Harold started to notice the fact that Thisa had *summoned* a *Machine Knight* just out of the blue. He had never encountered such a feat before in his admittedly short lifespan. Then he realized something else. He was talking. To a Machine. And it was TALKING BACK. Harold was starting to wonder if he had lost his sanity instead of his emotional control at the moment. "You're....talking to me....what the hell? How!?!?!" Harold was now going through a complete emotional breakdown as far as he was concerned. He felt like he'd be going through a multitude more of emotions before they'd get out of this damned situation. *"Yes I am talking to you, as a human you should not be able to hear me, however you do. I do not have a reason."* The Knight replied equally cool as ever. "Do you....know anything about this school? Or about your ahm...."Maker"?" Harold was desperate at this point. He knew that the sooner he could figure out *how* he was managing to talk to this Machine, the sooner he could get out of this situation....and promptly break something. *"No I do not. As for the Maker my only objective is to serve."* (Well, that's a pretty depressing existence). "Why do you serve her then? Because she made you, or because she has a logical choice of action that you agree with?" (....or something? It's a Machine Harold. Work with it! I Don't....I wanna hit these *idiots* who're just standing there looking just as stupid as they probably work....maybe I should focus on the Knight?....yeah, let's just....do that.....). Harold's mind was racing right now, and he seemed to be putting a strain on his own mind with this conversation. *"There is no reason, it is part of my existance to serve."* Harold was a little, no, more than a little displeased at that answer. A Machine who's sole purpose is to serve? Really? (....well fuck my life.) "....to serve..." Harold was muttering to himself. He was trying his damnedest to come up with a way to keep the knight that was starting to look more and more....lethal with each passing moment....from choosing him to be it's first target. "....What are you to do in your....servitude?" The longer he took the worse this situation got. "Protection, I was summoned for protection in the Maker's need."* "Protection from what?" Harold spoke up again. *"From harm."* This appeared to be the sole reason behind the whole serving bit that the Machine had going for it. Not a very complicated one, but.... "That's impossible though. You, nor anyone else are capable of protecting your Maker, nor any human, from harm completely. Your existence then is worthless. What do you have to counter that Mr. Knight?" *"It is logical to say so, however only right now is protection it my objective, as long as the Maker is protected now I am fullfiling my objective. It is ONLY to protect the Maker."* "What harm are you protection your Maker *from*?" Harold started into another part of the questioning session. *"Physical harm." "What would, or is, physically harming her then?" *"Any action that causes pain from physical contact to the Maker and only the Maker."* The Knight answered. "What is it that would be trying to cause said harm to your Maker, thus requiring your existence to protect her?" *'Any human, or other living creature." "And if they were to leave?" "It would mean nothing until the Maker wills my objective completed."* (....again, fuck my life.) "Ahm....Fine then. Stay with your Maker and protect her....I will....try to get the rest of the humans and animals in the immediate area to leave, thus granting a greater level of protection for you Maker. Would that be alright with yourself and your Maker?" *"I know your intent, I will say that will do nothing unless the Maker wills so."* "Ahm....well, I suppose working would be in my best intentions then, would it not?" Harold asked rhetorically. He then turned to the crowd that was still in the cafeterria and shouted out: "IF YOU DO NOT WISH PHYSICAL HARM OR DEATH UPON YOURSELF, LEAVE. NOW!" *"No"* This was the simplest answer that Harold had been given yet. Harold quickly spun on his heel and faced the Knight once more. "What do you mean, No?" *"No as in logically I do not see how this would have the Maker will my objective complete."* "It will remove any physical harm that is likely to be done to her beyond myself, and you. And I damn well do not plan on harming Thisa right now. I don't even understand how she managed to build you yet!....or have my laptop back for that matter...." Harold muttered the last part, hoping nobody heard him, but otherwise was trying to keep up with this completely logically thinking Machine. *"It does not matter what conditions are met, it is my purpose for exisiting however in the end the Maker's will is above all."* This Knight was obviously a downer on life. Not that Harold really complained, but this conversation had really started to make his head hurt. "....Alright, alright." Harold sighed once more, racking his already strained brain for an idea. "What is it that has caused Thisa to become enraged exactly?" *"Mutliple factors, lack of respect, lack of empathy, lack of support."* (....oh....fuck....my bad Thisa....) "-ahm-....Is it possible for me to "solve" these factors and calm her down?" *"Yes."* "Do you know how?" Harold didn't have time for the nonsense that this machine was pulling on him. *"Yes."* "Could you perhaps, Explain how to me?" This was frusterating on so many levels right now. *"In what way?"* "What is an efficient way in which I can calm down your Maker and keep this crowd from being harmed?" *"Human comfort."* "How can I specifically comfort her so as to calm her down?" "Physical contact, or words."* "Which would work better for Thisa in this situation?" *"I have no emotions and cannot say."* (This is such bullshit.) "....May I go comfort her then, Mr. Knight?" Harold was at witts end. He was beyond thinking of anything else to as the knight as of now. *"Yes, provided you bring no harm. Also because of who you are."* "Who I am? What does that have to do with calming Thisa down?" *...Only the Maker knows, I do not. Go now, you have premission."* The Knight gave its final answer. "...Alright then." After bringing the (more than)20 questions to an end, Harold slowly walked over to Thisa now, hoping to God that he didn't do or say anything to provoke Thisa or the Knight into killing him. "Thisa. Thisa, would you be able to spare a minute of time to hold a conversation with me, perhaps?" Harold really, really wanted her answer to be a firm, solid, and possibly angery-sounding 'YES'. Mostly because he didn't want to die, but also because he wanted to talk to his best friend. And he'd be damned long before he gave up on her just because she made a Knight. That's actually a rather enticing thing, at least in Harold's mind.