[centre][color=peachpuff][h3]Emily[/h3][/color] [img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/bcf22c7caf8ab9b3b9b0066c591ae1ba/tumblr_mw18mpcxxE1sn9mu6o1_500.gif[/img][/centre] [hr]

Through the chaos of the class and the great downfall of Graham Turner, Emily somehow was able to sleep soundly. She had already went through the syllabus and memorised most of it so she probably wasn't missing much. She woke up between a brief times, picking up some information she already knew before she fell back asleep again. The first piece of information was that Miss Hillard was very much a human - granted, those back tentacle things looked pretty real. She must have been a cosplayer? Only logical explanation, of course. The second piece of information was that the frail-looking redheaded boy sitting near her liked long walks on the beach. Blinking back the details, she spared a few moments to go through her mental processes. She too liked long walks on the beach but she always imagined her lover to be muscular, tall and well... not Graham. Poor Graham or lucky Graham, depending on your viewpoint. Granted, he was a pretty decent starting point for her proposed harem. Forgetting about her desired collection of lush, masculine bodies, Emily drifted back to sleep.

The next time she woke up, she could feel the gaze of her cute teacher lying on her. Fluttering her eyes open, she sat up and tilted her head to the side, processing the words. [color=f7976a]"Also if you could introduce yourself, please do!~"[/color] It seemed she was addressing her with that request so Emily begrudgingly rose to her feet, arching her back and yawning. As soon as she was up though, Emily suddenly realised that she didn't know how to introduce herself. She was many things - God, Emily, vanquisher of alien panty thieves and a closet pervert.

[color=peachpuff]"I am..."[/color] Suddenly she switched to DEFCON 1 as she narrowed her eyes towards her teacher. Why exactly would she want to know who she was? No one had asked Emily that while she was here so why was Miss Hillard suddenly so interested? Then again, Miss Hillard would never (probably) harm a fly. No, her enemy wasn't Miss Hillard - she was a simple puppet, dancing in an intricate web of lies and falsities; her only purpose was to follow the strings guiding her. But then, the question must be imposed, who was the puppet master?

Peeking around the room, she eyed everyone up. There was that girl from earlier but Emily highly doubted she was involved - panty thieves only sought the simpler things in life like panties or upskirt views. There were a few others sitting around the room but they faded into the background as Emily worked around the intricacies of the case. Whoever it was would have to blend into a crowd, would have to remain inconspicuous and would probably be donning a metaphorical mask, hiding their true selves. Dear God... Letting her eyes go wide, she regarded the redhead boy in front of her. It all made sense! There were at least twenty other people who looked like him in the room (approximate measurement) so he could blend into a crowd. He wasn't much upon the eyes so he remained inconspicuous. But the mask? What was his mask? Then it hit her - Graham had the perfect disguise. It was obvious, he was showing himself off to be the weakling, pretending to have the lesser standing. It was perfect but why, Graham, why!?

Looking around the room, Emily nibbled on her lip, regarding every one of her classmates. Narrowing her eyes, her cool, inner Sherlock voice urged her towards her final discovery. There were quite a bit of females in the classroom. [i]Oh Graham, you thirsty dog[/i]. It hit her like a brick wall - he wanted to create his own harem. The fact that two of his harem members were his sisters didn't seem to bother him either. God only kno- Oh yeah. Looking around, she looked at the innocent maidens of the biology class; they probably didn't know their fate. She had to protect their maidenhood!

Giving Graham a harsh frown, she suddenly regarded the innocent Miss Hillard. [color=peachpuff]"I am Emily. I like frail redheads that may or may not be secretly evil geniuses."[/color] Now all she had to do was wait while Graham precariously stumbled into her trap. [color=peachpuff][i]Your move, you horny bastardo, your move...[/i][/color]

Sitting back down, she suddenly caught sight of another boy smiling at her. One of Graham's agents? He looked small but then again, that could have been their hidden agenda: the League of Evil Munchkins with a lack of Understanding of Relationships and Sexuality (LEMURS). Giving the other boy a dull look, not wanting to give herself away, Emily drew her knees up against her chest. Their oppression was strong - they thought they had her cornered but she was ready to pounce. 

Vive la Revolution! Down with the Evil Munchkin Patriarchy!