[h2]Himawari Yuri[/h2]

Finishing lunch with just the ordinary badmouthing of ill-dressed students was too much to hope for. Of course the transfer student had to come in and get the boss's attention. In sync with the rest of the club, Yuri rose from her seated position--though unlike the others, she didn't even make a move to drop her lunch and shuffled to keep in the club president's blind spot. Happily, this made her fit the stereotypical 'tall, looming henchman' role, like she fit in with the rest of the brainless club members. Maybe there [i]was[/i] something in the bleach to make the club so full of bimbos...

Chewing on a piece of egg, she had to disagree with the president on the twintails opinion. Oh, it might not have been the height of current fashion--but there were looks that went with the style, particularly the smaller, childish ones that would go well with Chinatsu's height. Her uniform--who kept the default uniform when they could change to something else?--obviously needed to go first but the hair was fine. If she had the right attitude... that gave the girl an idea of what to draw later.

Once again, someone else in the club got singled out to do the fighting--and thankfully, it was the one with a nickname she could never say right. If she lost, then the only person left with a nickname like that was [i]her[/i] and she didn't need to worry about how you pronounced western letters. Why her Rank 0 self had yet to be nominated for one of these fights was a bit of a mystery, though maybe Suzie wanted intelligent conversation now and again.

Yuri didn't have any faith in Lulu's victory. Even if she had the best gear ever, not having a clue how to use your weapon was [i]embarrassing[/i]. She should know--acting clueless and losing convincingly was work.