- Location
- United States
[x] Plan: Heroes come in twos
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"I do want someone to watch my back," I said and turned around, searching for my friend among the crowd. When I found him, and our eyes met, we understood each other without a word spoken. Perhaps, he got what I was thinking a little too well, as he started to frantically shake his head from side to side. Such was the real power of our manly friendship.
"Haru, I need your help here. Let's show our teacher what the cooperation between true man can do!" I showed him my most refreshing smile and even flashed him a thumbs-up. Sadly, my friend didn't share my enthusiasm.
"I have a really bad feeling about this," he said, but nonetheless stepped forward. I could see his legs shake in fear, but despite this, he still refused to back down. That was the part of him I admired so much.
"Oh," the teacher said, eyeing the boy the same way as before. "Just you and your friend, then. Aren't you being greedy here? Less chances that someone else would land a hit this way, right? Not that I care. Two or twenty, this doesn't matter."
"That said," she frowned a bit. "Isn't your friend too weak? Faster than you, maybe. Not that it would make much of a difference. My guess: you two have worked together before. Am I right?"
I said nothing. Just thought about all the time we spent together. Naturally, since we didn't have many friends, Haru and me were rather close, but…
"Nope!" I smiled at her. "Not even once!" I put my arm on my friend's shoulder. "This guy doesn't fight much. So far, this is the first time he ever sparred with anyone. Yet! With our manly friendship and the spirit of camaraderie, our victory is assured!"
Ah, her left eye twitched! Then, her sword hit me again. In the throat, this time. Again, it hurt like hell. Looking at my teacher's refreshing smile and the aura of complete darkness her body emanated, I mentally patted my own back. My taunting worked even better than I expected.
"Unbelievable. You think that a pair of meager students – on of whom has no experience whatsoever – can take down me, your teacher. How 'bout I got you boys down off your high horse? Your teacher will show you lots and lots of love now!"
If someone told you that you'll have to infiltrate a school filled with bloodthirsty kids with spirits of the world's most famous murderers and other undesirable elements showed up their assess just a week ago, you'd have called bullshit. Now, not so much.
The gig was supposed to be easy: get inside, sneak some drugs into an old geezer's drink and run away. Just like you was told, easy. What your employers forgot to mention, however, is the fact that everyone here is crazy. And not plain crazy, either. More like "stab and wear your intestines like a scarf because I can" kind of crazy.
Still, a job is a job. Besides, the lady that you now work for has rather forcible methods of employment. Failure isn't an option here. Well, it is, but the cost is too much for you to pay. Bottom line - she'll make you wish you were dead, or so she told.
Thus, you've put your big girl pants and this gaudy school uniform on, showed them your best doe-eyes and got enrolled under a fake name without a hitch. Now, all you need is to finish the job and settle somewhere nice. A super-thief you may be, everything has its limits.
"That must hurt," you mutter under your breath, watching an unlucky pair of students get thrashed around by their "teacher." The big one keeps shouting something about manliness, while his wimpy-looking friend tries to at least scratch the woman. Not that they are particularly successful, though.
Finally, they fall on the ground and don't get up. Just lay there without moving, too tired to move a single muscles. You look at them from behind the backs of your classmates and try not to sneer. This is what happens when you try to bit more than you can chew. In your line of work, this kind of thinking ends up with you being dead and penniless. You're not sure which one is worse.
"That's a wrap! Sorry, boys, but I declare this spar finished. It's time for your classmates to try, too," the sword-woman says. Her grin makes your stomach churn. No human should be this happy about the thought of violence. Even more disturbing, people around you look equally eager.
Then, all hell breaks loose. In the cacophony of cries, as students around you rush into battle, you…
[] Join them.
[] Sneak out.
[] Remain standing.
[] Write-in.
"Haru, I need your help here. Let's show our teacher what the cooperation between true man can do!" I showed him my most refreshing smile and even flashed him a thumbs-up. Sadly, my friend didn't share my enthusiasm.
"I have a really bad feeling about this," he said, but nonetheless stepped forward. I could see his legs shake in fear, but despite this, he still refused to back down. That was the part of him I admired so much.
"Oh," the teacher said, eyeing the boy the same way as before. "Just you and your friend, then. Aren't you being greedy here? Less chances that someone else would land a hit this way, right? Not that I care. Two or twenty, this doesn't matter."
"That said," she frowned a bit. "Isn't your friend too weak? Faster than you, maybe. Not that it would make much of a difference. My guess: you two have worked together before. Am I right?"
I said nothing. Just thought about all the time we spent together. Naturally, since we didn't have many friends, Haru and me were rather close, but…
"Nope!" I smiled at her. "Not even once!" I put my arm on my friend's shoulder. "This guy doesn't fight much. So far, this is the first time he ever sparred with anyone. Yet! With our manly friendship and the spirit of camaraderie, our victory is assured!"
Ah, her left eye twitched! Then, her sword hit me again. In the throat, this time. Again, it hurt like hell. Looking at my teacher's refreshing smile and the aura of complete darkness her body emanated, I mentally patted my own back. My taunting worked even better than I expected.
"Unbelievable. You think that a pair of meager students – on of whom has no experience whatsoever – can take down me, your teacher. How 'bout I got you boys down off your high horse? Your teacher will show you lots and lots of love now!"
Segment α – Complete.
Line 1.
Line 1.
If someone told you that you'll have to infiltrate a school filled with bloodthirsty kids with spirits of the world's most famous murderers and other undesirable elements showed up their assess just a week ago, you'd have called bullshit. Now, not so much.
The gig was supposed to be easy: get inside, sneak some drugs into an old geezer's drink and run away. Just like you was told, easy. What your employers forgot to mention, however, is the fact that everyone here is crazy. And not plain crazy, either. More like "stab and wear your intestines like a scarf because I can" kind of crazy.
Still, a job is a job. Besides, the lady that you now work for has rather forcible methods of employment. Failure isn't an option here. Well, it is, but the cost is too much for you to pay. Bottom line - she'll make you wish you were dead, or so she told.
Thus, you've put your big girl pants and this gaudy school uniform on, showed them your best doe-eyes and got enrolled under a fake name without a hitch. Now, all you need is to finish the job and settle somewhere nice. A super-thief you may be, everything has its limits.
"That must hurt," you mutter under your breath, watching an unlucky pair of students get thrashed around by their "teacher." The big one keeps shouting something about manliness, while his wimpy-looking friend tries to at least scratch the woman. Not that they are particularly successful, though.
Finally, they fall on the ground and don't get up. Just lay there without moving, too tired to move a single muscles. You look at them from behind the backs of your classmates and try not to sneer. This is what happens when you try to bit more than you can chew. In your line of work, this kind of thinking ends up with you being dead and penniless. You're not sure which one is worse.
"That's a wrap! Sorry, boys, but I declare this spar finished. It's time for your classmates to try, too," the sword-woman says. Her grin makes your stomach churn. No human should be this happy about the thought of violence. Even more disturbing, people around you look equally eager.
Then, all hell breaks loose. In the cacophony of cries, as students around you rush into battle, you…
[] Join them.
[] Sneak out.
[] Remain standing.
[] Write-in.
- Location
- Earth
[X] Sneak out.
Ivan the Not-so-Terrible
AH MEW CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE
- Location
- Mikonyan’s USSR
[x] Join them.
- Location
- The Great Beyond
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[x] Join them.
- Location
- United States
[x] Join them
WildCardFool
A Reaction Pic for nearly every occasion
- Location
- Earth
[x] Join them.
I smell a convert for the Brotherhood of Manly Bros!
It's the BOMB!
Kill me.
I smell a convert for the Brotherhood of Manly Bros!
It's the BOMB!
Kill me.
Satar
Xetares, Third Redeemer; World Drinker
- Location
- Sesh
We accomplished the best thing we possibly could have, given the circumstances. We fought a heroic last stand and died valiantly against a force vastly superior to our own! Here's to valor and courage in the face of the impossible!
Oh, and vote:
[x] Join them.
I want a new convert for our brotherhood!
Oh, and vote:
[x] Join them.
I want a new convert for our brotherhood!
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We're going to control more than one MC?
*shudder*
Oh boy.
[x] Join them.
*shudder*
Oh boy.
[x] Join them.
In_lurk_shadow
[ ]
- Location
- here and there
[X] Sneak out.
JoshieWoshie
Mister Doge
[x] Join them.
PlazmaStryke
Proving why Orbital Bombardment is the way to go
- Location
- High Orbit, maybe?
[X] Sneak out.
Being normal and fitting in will not lead to the MC's gaze coming upon us most likely. We must take drastic action if we wish to stand out from the masses! Thus, we must make a like a tree, and get out....until our teacher obviously sees us and makes us fight one on one or something as punishment. Then, the manliness inside our new theify friend shall shine upon them all!
Being normal and fitting in will not lead to the MC's gaze coming upon us most likely. We must take drastic action if we wish to stand out from the masses! Thus, we must make a like a tree, and get out....until our teacher obviously sees us and makes us fight one on one or something as punishment. Then, the manliness inside our new theify friend shall shine upon them all!
10
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Join them.
It seems that you have no choice. It's far too early to have your cover blown to smithereens. For now, you pretend to be your average student – as average as someone trying to stab your teacher can be. Before leaping at her as some kind of a madwoman, you pull out a tiny knife out of your pocket first. Around here, not carrying one is unusual.
Just like that, students around you prepare their weapons as well: swords, bows, guns, spears, mallets, et cetera. Through their collective history, humans have developed quite a number of way to kill each other, and now, standing next to a bunch of killer-in-making, you become aware of this face even more.
Normally, the knife you carry isn't used for stabbing, but for "negotiations" of sorts. Doesn't mean you don't know how to wield one. It's merely that, compared to almost everyone here, you suck. There's no way to put it lightly. You're a thief first, an assassin second, a person third and a fighter fourth. That's how much of a low priority fighting is in your daily life.
Yet, ignoring this particular shortcoming, you jump into battle. As bodies of your classmates fly through the air, easily swept by this psycho of a teacher, who still uses her sword like a club, you close your eyes shut and make a stabbing motion. And then, your instincts kick in. Not "badass warrior princess" instincts, but the "pain-hating" kind.
It feels less like your body moves on its own, and more like someone forces you to twist your limbs in a right way to let the sword pass right next to your head without giving you a concussion. Small blessings. This, however, gave you an opening you so desperately needed.
You strike from the blind zone and, just before your teacher tries to dodge, manage to land… not a blow, but scratch her jacket a bit. That said, a win is a win, no matter how underhanded the methods were. Before you could try a small dance of victory, that super-woman strikes her sword against the ground, sending everyone around her flying.
Gracefully, you land on your legs in a practiced motion and then fall on your butt. A cover must be kept, and all that stuff. Must pretend to be a cute and innocent schoolgirl, is all. So, when the ultimate warrior-teacher looks at you intently, you pretend to be awed and slightly afraid. Just let her think this was a fluke.
"Nice!" she shouts ecstatically. "It's been so long since I had such a nice warm-up."
"You," she points her finger at me. "That was nice. You saw an opportunity and seized it! Keep up the good work! As for your present…" Browsing through her pockets, she finds it after a few minutes, and throws this mysterious thing at me. It's small and spherical. I look at my palm and see… a candy?
"I heard you kids like those. Enjoy!"
Am I a six-grader or something? What kind of a teacher gives her students candies? The crazy kind, that's who. Naturally, the voices of your distressed classmates resonate through the training hall, but get quickly silenced by a single glance. Instead of arguing about the oppression of this system, they decided to mob me. As the class representative, a girl with glasses, offers me a hand to stand up, I gladly take it.
Behind her, I see the sweet pair from before, laughing at each other's misfortune as if they didn't get beating just a second ago. I may be a bit pessimistic, but failures aren't something I accept freely. If that muscle-head choose to get us all involved straight from the beginning, he wouldn't have been thrashed so thoroughly. This Iskander seems to be nothing but trouble.
Well, now that this bullet was dodged, you should…
[] Take a look around the campus this evening.
[] Lay low and wait this day out altogether.
[] Get into the principal's office and finish the mission.
[] Write-in.
It seems that you have no choice. It's far too early to have your cover blown to smithereens. For now, you pretend to be your average student – as average as someone trying to stab your teacher can be. Before leaping at her as some kind of a madwoman, you pull out a tiny knife out of your pocket first. Around here, not carrying one is unusual.
Just like that, students around you prepare their weapons as well: swords, bows, guns, spears, mallets, et cetera. Through their collective history, humans have developed quite a number of way to kill each other, and now, standing next to a bunch of killer-in-making, you become aware of this face even more.
Normally, the knife you carry isn't used for stabbing, but for "negotiations" of sorts. Doesn't mean you don't know how to wield one. It's merely that, compared to almost everyone here, you suck. There's no way to put it lightly. You're a thief first, an assassin second, a person third and a fighter fourth. That's how much of a low priority fighting is in your daily life.
Yet, ignoring this particular shortcoming, you jump into battle. As bodies of your classmates fly through the air, easily swept by this psycho of a teacher, who still uses her sword like a club, you close your eyes shut and make a stabbing motion. And then, your instincts kick in. Not "badass warrior princess" instincts, but the "pain-hating" kind.
It feels less like your body moves on its own, and more like someone forces you to twist your limbs in a right way to let the sword pass right next to your head without giving you a concussion. Small blessings. This, however, gave you an opening you so desperately needed.
You strike from the blind zone and, just before your teacher tries to dodge, manage to land… not a blow, but scratch her jacket a bit. That said, a win is a win, no matter how underhanded the methods were. Before you could try a small dance of victory, that super-woman strikes her sword against the ground, sending everyone around her flying.
Gracefully, you land on your legs in a practiced motion and then fall on your butt. A cover must be kept, and all that stuff. Must pretend to be a cute and innocent schoolgirl, is all. So, when the ultimate warrior-teacher looks at you intently, you pretend to be awed and slightly afraid. Just let her think this was a fluke.
"Nice!" she shouts ecstatically. "It's been so long since I had such a nice warm-up."
"You," she points her finger at me. "That was nice. You saw an opportunity and seized it! Keep up the good work! As for your present…" Browsing through her pockets, she finds it after a few minutes, and throws this mysterious thing at me. It's small and spherical. I look at my palm and see… a candy?
"I heard you kids like those. Enjoy!"
Am I a six-grader or something? What kind of a teacher gives her students candies? The crazy kind, that's who. Naturally, the voices of your distressed classmates resonate through the training hall, but get quickly silenced by a single glance. Instead of arguing about the oppression of this system, they decided to mob me. As the class representative, a girl with glasses, offers me a hand to stand up, I gladly take it.
Behind her, I see the sweet pair from before, laughing at each other's misfortune as if they didn't get beating just a second ago. I may be a bit pessimistic, but failures aren't something I accept freely. If that muscle-head choose to get us all involved straight from the beginning, he wouldn't have been thrashed so thoroughly. This Iskander seems to be nothing but trouble.
Well, now that this bullet was dodged, you should…
[] Take a look around the campus this evening.
[] Lay low and wait this day out altogether.
[] Get into the principal's office and finish the mission.
[] Write-in.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
...No it's his friend you have have to worry about. He inherited a talent for seducing girls that he doesn't even know he has.
[x] Lay low and wait this day out altogether.
Yeah, right. Everyone knows you're the Inheritor of a badass thief but you, lady. Now MAINTAIN COVER until someone points that out and you fully become ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US
- Location
- United States
[X] Lay low and wait this day out altogether.