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Story time?
You alright juju?
Fantastic performance by Ami, next up is randomly generated npc then mariko matsushita.
Alright everyone, time to get the show on the road. First up Amity Cole
Unbelievable, that was the word that came to mind. Despite his outburst, all the screaming in her face, the blatant disgust on his peers faces at his actions, this girl was apologizing to him. It never had occurred to Kyle that this girl might not be mad at him, or scared of him, instead, here she was facing him with that abnormal smile of hers, her hand extended. Let bygones be bygones... Make friends before enemies... Bury the hatchet... Maybe Kyle needed to stop worrying so much, clearly these other students weren't worrying about his actions, why should he... He had to wonder if kaori felt the same way...

Looking down at her hand he reached out and grabbed it, shaking firmly but gently, and just like that a weight was lifted, he felt lighter.

"Also...the guy who called himself a lobster said something about me being pregnant or something like that, didn't he? What's that mean?"

And just like that reality came crashing back down like a ton of bricks, his cheeks flushing with the added weight.

"yep, definitely going to kill isamu "

Suddenly a wicked idea formed in his head and he couldn't help but use it as payback for isamu's sick jokes.

"oh" his demeanor was calm, some would say too calm, "being pregnant is when you have a baby in you, but he was talking about himself, not you. You see he's pregnant with a bunch of little red lobster babies, very rare condition, best not to mention it in front of him, he gets pretty emotional about it SO," he clapped "what are you doing for the talent show?"

He beamed a smile at her, if anything he might have just confused her, but his question may have gotten her off the topic for now. While she answered he thought about what she had said about asking a one armed student for advice. It was sound logic of not a bit strange... So there was another one armed student on campus...maybe he'd pay her a visit and ask some advice too...
Can I just get a role call please?
Kyle


"I am going to kill you Isamu!" The words imprinted themselves into Kyle's mind like a hot iron as the "lobster kid" made his exit away from the two. The energy from his boiling rage and crimson face was all directed towards Isamu for his comments. Despite the fact that Isamu had said it only in jest and in another language, it was still inappropriate and unfortunately, extremely embarrassing for Kyle. Most probably wouldn't have heard it, even less would have understood it, but to say that in front of Ami.... oh... right...

For a moment his bubbling anger settled as he looked down at the girl before him; he had to calm down before doing this. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, exhaled, then opened them back up, pointing them towards Ami. "In a way...he's right," he began, "look... after what happened I..." he paused, "damn this is hard...man the fuck up already!"

He breathed again, "Ami, I'm sorry, but yes I have been avoiding you," good start, "after what happened in the cafeteria I couldn't bring myself to face you again, I was...ashamed...embarassed...angry..." yea that one's obvious, "I lost my temper...I took it out on you and I'm so...so damn sorry for that," keep going, keep going, "I don't deserve forgiveness for that...but...I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, cause you didn't deserve that..."

He took a step back and bowed low, it was something he had once read in a book, something about formal apologies in Japanese culture, it couldn't hurt to do that right?

"I'm sorry..."
Kyle


Kyle just rolled his eyes at Isamu's bravado as they began walking.

"Yea, yea, and Rudolph will sing Jingle Bells while the Easter Bunny craps an egg out of his ass," Kyle shook his head, "Well, at the very least, we’ll be providing some form of cheap entertain-"

Suddenly a student in a violet shirt rushed past the two of them, nearly smashing into them in the process, Kyle, more than a little offended shouted after him, "Hey! Watch where the hell you're-". he clenched his jaw shut, metaphorically biting his own tongue, he couldn’t always let his anger take control like that. He sighed, thinking, "Make friends before enemies, right Isamu?" Breathing in deeply then exhaling, he turned to face his friend, ”Sorry about that, lost my temper for a sec,” he nodded this in affirmation, “Right then, ready to go blow some minds, or” Kyle grinned, “do you need your Jester hat first?”

Minutes later they had arrived at the auditorium and were permitted backstage. Groups of students were gathered around each other, practicing parts or were sitting alone basking in their ‘fear of people’ anxiety. It was strange for Kyle though, despite having performed in front of people before during his matches, going up stage in front of his peers was making his heart rate increase. A lone drop of sweat slowly makes its way down his forehead, his heart quickened and he saw the last person he was expecting to see; Ami.

”Aw shit…”
"Trader Toke"


For most students at Yamaku, the talent show was a time of fun and a cool way to show off some skills, to the few people like Ueda, it was a nuisance, but for the very select people like Toke himself, it was just another business venture. For Toke the talent show was a great way to advertise himself and to Toke there was nothing better in advertisement than just a little mystery. The best way to pull out the mystery was through magic, a little hobby he had picked up that combined his two most efficient skills, illusion and showmanship. He dressed himself up in a black, tight-fitting, dress suit that accentuated his sharp features, a pair of black formal gloves, a black cane with a silver ball, and to complete it, a set of silver spectacles with orange lenses that completely covered his eyes. Placing a deck of cards in his suit pocket he was ready to go, but before he could perform, he had…business to take care of.

He had requested Ueda to help him in a matter of thievery. Some scrub of a freshman thought that just cause he could play a few riffs, he was too good to pay for his fix. Ueda had been witness to similar incidents, had been requested to help for similar incidents in the past, all of them effectively successful, said individuals never crossed Toke again; tonight would be no different. Though he hadn’t instructed Ueda as to where to go, they had done this enough times that which exit would be picked was predictable. Toke having left earlier to wait for his friend, took the time to prepare what sort of punishment would be devised and ensured his safety in this matter, no one would come around.
At this point and time in the day the sun was still setting, but it was still dark enough that visibility would be low and this punishment would go off without a hitch. He was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door, waiting patiently, his cane twirling on its axis beneath his palm, waiting for its victim. His ear perked up as the back door opened and both the thief and Ueda walked out, he looked to Toke, Toke nodded back, smiling. The kid spoke out, wondering aloud about something with sound equipment? Probably a ruse to lure him out here, smart thinking Ueda. As soon as the door closed, Toke rushed forward, swung his cane low and smacked the kid behind the knees. The sudden pain caused him to fall to his knees, crying out. Toke rushed around, smacked his palm onto the freshman’s mouth and started pushing forward and down. The sudden force brought the kid down onto his back, effectively pinning his legs underneath himself and Toke slammed himself down onto the kid, the cane pressing into his throat.

“Remember me fucker?! Where’s my goddamn money?!” The kid’s eyes shot wide open in terror, this caused Toke to smile, this was probably his favorite part of being a dealer, dealing with scrubs like this one. Ueda had done well.
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