[Center][color=a187be]-Daichi Izumi : Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School-[/color]

Peace and quiet was all Daichi wished for, but instead was cursed with a curious case of an incessant fly buzzing in his ear. Barely opening his eyes, he was about to tell him to quiet down, but was swiftly dealt with... by the club president, who he listened to as if he was a loyal subordinate. Finding this case mildly interesting, he committed quizzing Mitsuko over this phenomenon before being forced away by the endless noise piercing his ears.

Of course, this didn't mean he failed to take note of the ammo Charles managed to give him... that showed where his brain was. Rubbing his eyes fervently to brush away any traces of sleep, Daichi made one last comment before listening to the presidents speech. [color=a187be]"Hey, it isn't my fault you decided to hit on me before learning I was a guy... also, you're sending mixed messages about how my sister and I look since we are twins... eh, anyways, I'm wasting my words on someone that isn't important, so whatevs."[/color]

And with that spoken fact, Daichi propped his arm up once more to rest his head on it while listening to the girl who went a methodical speech about the conundrum known as the soul... which was also pretty basic stuff he recalled, except now Mitsuko was going into depth over how specific claims to how a ghost is able to exist without a proper body to host the ethereal being. Along with that, sloughing off any says that a ghost specifically only was among the living due to a detremental lust for revenge, giving out theories and false facts to give some weight to her ideology.

[color=a187be]"Going off... what they perceived,"[/color] the boy muttered at a leisurely pace as he unsurprisingly yawned once more, displaying not his boredom, but the fact that he wanted to delve into his own controlled chaos known as the dream... but that could be delayed as the ongoing situation heralded concurrent acts... specifically disclosing any information the students were curious to receive before advancing to the topic of what the Halloween Extravaganzas theme was going to be this year.

Of course, Daichi was intrusive on how the woman would manage to pull off such an utterly ridiculous and incredulous stunt to prove that spectres exist in this realm. Of course, a young girl piped up before the boy could get his say on this whole spiel. She quizzed when they would behind their so-called misadventures in ghost hunting to procure some experience before Sidney decided to add on to the hyperactive and supposedly immature girls remark.

Of course, at this point, this whole thing became null in his mind and rapped his fingers on the desk, pondering on what he could due to increase his attentiveness... or in his case, avert boredom. After a few more minutes of listening, picking up on the girls mild stutter, swiftly processing and concluding why the rough chick was in a club like this... the problem is, he couldn't go any further than what he heard, but knew that she wished to communicate with a "lost soul" that she was close to.

Of course, as much as he wanted to say she was hallucinating, the placid giant could not bring himself to not shattering the lies she indulged in. Daichi felt as it would be pure cruelty to take on such an action like that since this person was someone who was close, so he was silent as they interacted. Of course, she began to geek out once more through pure speculation over the occurance of a spirit bound to an object... and could only be released if the material was destroyed.

[color=a187be][i]"That absolutely denies all logic as it would technically required a person to split every single atom associated with that object. Simply splitting it in two like a gourd would not work, nor would it be any more practical since it would take an elongated amount of time to "destroy" all the molecules..."[/i][/color] Daichi found this sound reasoning to denounce entities residing in objects that keep them bound in a meta-physical world.

However, things became ten times more peculiar as the cold club president began... fooling around with an air pressure sensor... however, it wasn't any old air pressure sensor... it was an air pressure sensor attached to a block of wood! So ingenious. As silly as it looked, Daichi found the excitable state of the president to be a tad cute and weird at the same time. Of course, he could ask what that... thing she made was going to do and why she was so keen on cherishing it...

Well, the answer was bestowed to everyone momentarily as she called it "appraisal-san." There were stranger names out there, but she made the claim of it picking up a clumping of ethereal forces flocking to the school. Curious about how this "appraisal-san" worked, Daichi's left eyebrow shot up with his head lifting from his erect right arm. He eyed the current location of the inventions location, finding it more interesting than a delusional boys claims of grandeur and hollow threats that were never to exist. Did this chick have a nack for creating me materials possibly functioned in the way she didn't expect it to work, or was she just attempting to trick them to draw them into the web of lies... either way, he did not want to know at this point - he felt a need to know.

... and then his trance was shattered as another girl stepped forth to berate someone. Daichi could only feel contempt for the person she was dissing, but at the same time felt this was getting slightly out of hand... moreso taken to extreme lengths... even though Charles was a bit of a huge bitch. Daichi eyed the girl for a moment with a neutral look, harboring no hate or distaste for her as he uttered "[color=a187be]"interesting"[/color] before his eyes rested on the waivers. There was no way to escape fate this time, especially with those white reminders about and an occult crazed twin sister who chatter constantly about the supernatural. Looks like there is no rest for the truly elevated.

However, the next few minutes turned out to be much more volatile than he would expect them to be. For starters, the girl next to him began growling at the boy before standing up, trudging to the back, and slamming their fists right into Charles stomach. Ok, this chick was either on her menstrual cycle or had some experience growing up tough as nails. At any rate, he shrugged while mentally recording the events with an air of indifference. Still, she went on about her own twisted sense of justice all while having a Marvel character be her idol.

Of course, what he duly noted was a... wait, why was there... you know what, nevermind. Apparently the bastard threw a stapler in a poor display of retaliation against the girl. From that angle, force of how he threw it... it would precisely slam into the door, causing no harm, but an unoticeable ding in the door. Daichi did notice the distraught appearance etched, which meant he finally knew his own despair. At most, everyone in here participating in this little skirmish could be compared to a child's first steps into school life filled to the brim with cliques waiting to induct a person into their mindset.

And, of course, Seiko was at work snipping away at the events. If he could easily compare her consistent clicking to something, it would be the rapid heartbeat of a hummingbird. Though, it was annoying, at least she was getting good material. Downside of this all was that they were all evolving into hypocrites. As much as Daichi hated to admit it. This was disproportionate retribution, and at most he deserved a well timed shut up to the class, not bruises he could... blackmail the fighting girl with...

...

Yeah, he was pretty sure at this point he was to expect the unexpected and sighed vehemently at this whole unprecedented situation and demeanor of the other students. Eventually, he was fairly certain the stapler would of hit the door by now... wait, doors do not cry in pain or ask for sex... or talk about a religion... or going to the bathroom.

Daichi rotated himself to find that there was a distraught lady bumbling about, holding her head after she was struck randomly by a stapler. Daichi could only roll his eyes at this whole situation before covering his eyes with a hand, shaking his head back and forth in a fashion similar to a pendulum. In a few seconds, the club president finally finished evaluating this whole conondrum which happened on a whim. It was a little difficult to digest, but at least he could agree with Mitsuko on something.

[color=a187be]"I honestly wish it was too Matsushima-san,"[/color] Daichi interjected in, his blue eyes still obscured by the palm of his hand. Under such conditions, the whole event should have never came to fruition. However, one thing caught Daichis attention and it wasn't the harsh attitude or cold aura protruding from her, but what she said specifically. Excluding his hand, Daichi carefully moved himself up as if he was a fragile mannequin before rotating his head to watch the fuss.

His eyes focused not only on the lips of the girl, but her composure, analyzing each and every one of her movements. Daichis eyes dashed around to each precise part, indulging in every movement between the two as if he was devouring takoyaki. This was all part to how he understood things easily and his equal success in school of course. At any rate, she displayed herself as an officer who they would learn to fear. Honestly, Daichi found this to be a tad over dramatic like the other events, but ignored it for the time being.

Eventually, returning to the subject on hand, with nothing else to deter her went on to quizzing them all over if they had any lingering interests that they wished to procure the answer to. Yawning slightly, the giant raised up his hand before taking up his chance. Daichi spoke in a laidback tone, almost if he was going to fall asleep on a minutes notice. [color=a187be]"Mind if I inquire how your contraption or "appraisal-san" works for detecting signatures of supposedly incorporeal beings, or how these other devices properly function... because I'll be straightforward here, the whole premise of this occult stuff honestly is more like events that would exist in a child's story book... apologies for going off on a tangent, but why do you believe these inventions work for detecting or warding the deceased and how they do it to theoretically keep us safe. I'm curious so we can "prepare" accordingly through using the items..."[/color]

Hopefully the president would be able to sate his appetite with this juicy bit of information as he was wondering about that peculiar taped up invention she had, as well as the numerous others she brought into the world... those poor wasted pieces of duct tape...[/center]