[h3]Ryuji[/h3]

[@VitaVitaAR][@ThirdHourIII][@Ryougu][@HeroicSociopath][@RolePlayerRoxas]
Ryuji wasn't really expecting the blow, and when he realized what had hit him, he was already halfway through the courtyard, finally slamming against the end of it like a ragdoll, only to slump inelegantly to the ground. It had knocked the wind out of him alright, as he faced the dirt face-fist. Anyone normal would most likely struggle to keep conscious after all that rattling.

For Ryuji, though, this had been about as bad as a strong kick in the shin. So, rubbing the afflicted part of his chest that stung with pain, he stood up almost effortlessly, grunting somewhat as he regained the normalcy of his breath. He was mostly unscathed, although the scenario around him was not.

[i]Cheery aren't we?[/i] He thought to himself as he spun his neck, hearing Megumi's taunt, somewhat stiff after the blow. "mmm." He mumbled as his eyes zeroed in the rank 49 student. "Oh come on, that is not nice, Tamura-san. Someone could have get really hurt with that.  It's also rather jarring that if you care so much about the collateral damage you use my own body as wrecking ball." He answered, his tone making light of the situation, despite he had been launched rather violently. He began to walk at a brisk pace, seemingly unhindered by the blow he had just taken.

He stopped midway, flexing one of his arms. [i]A bit numb, huh? Must've been that hit in the chest.[/i] He added to himself as he inhaled. He was getting somewhat stiff. He needed to stretch a bit. He concentrated, his ki flowing through him, permeating him, as he closed his fists, and emiting a grunt, unleashed his mana. Since it was pure energy, it wasn't seen or heard, but around him, the scattered debris and petals of the cherry blossoms made way for the release, falling in a perfect circle.

"Much better." He mumbled to himself as he advanced back towards to the rank 49, without a trace of fear or even annoyance. "Such a temper." He sighed under his breath.

[hr]

[h3]Mika[/h3]

[@VitaVitaAR][@Rin][@Raineh Daze]

In all environments there were tiers, or chains. Among them chief of them all, were the predators, who reigned over the herbivores. And somewhere inbetween, little scavengers made their nest. That was Mika pretending to be, a little unconspicious scavenger. The pack of lionesses of the Fashion club had already found prey, or most likely a rival? Who could tell? A transfer student was very much like a wildcard.

Like that damn stupid Ryuji turned out to be. The petite students shyly and carefully crawled to the counter, tiptoeing as to not make noise and disturb the fight between the newcomer and Lulu the Serial Thesaurus Killer. She did not wish to intervene, as she had to preserve more energy than most student and couldn't waste it in brazenly tasks like others, so she sat down with her food plate, a curry and rice of unspecified procedence, and dug in all while keeping an eye out.

[sub]"Go, new girl. Tear that tan airheaded meatsack apart."[/sub] She said to herself, her brown eyes peeking from under the bangs of her long raven hair.