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[b]Big Mama Jin - Number One Woman in Japan[/b]

"Aiyaaah."

When Ryou'd gotten out of bed in the morning, she hadn't really been thinking of rocking up to class. School was a pain to get to, you know? Especially with everybody loading into the fucking metro like canned squid or whatever the metaphor was. Her original plans were maybe to check in on her Farmville, set up her fortune-telling stall on a street corner to grab a bit of extra dosh, hit up a local dojo for some fun, the usual, you know? But then she heard that Dor was in today, so hey, why not follow those societal norms and do a bit of learning for a few hours? It wasn't like she could find anyone else whose mouth could shit out the top fucking joke material so consistently, you know? Probably UNESCO-rated or whatever. And one day, he'd actually confirm if he was the OG pasta gangsta that everybody said he was.

She'd been trying, but no dice with that.

And she'd gotten nowhere today either. Had to deal with classes too, which was a real pain in the ass. Dor was a cool fucker, but even he wasn't enough to make school less of a total chore. Fuck, she'd really made a bad decision this morning. Next time, she'd just follow his Twitter or add him on FB or whatever. Sure, that lost a lil' bit of the magic, but even the diluted good shit was still pretty ace, you know? Like, she followed Beat Takeshi on Twitter too, and that guy was still fucking divine.

But she was digressing. 'Cos today was turning into a serious rodeo. Did she beat up an actual fucking Taoist at some point in the last few weeks? Was this some Zuo Ci bullshit? Her fortunes hadn't been looking this bad on the weekend, but now some asshole nincompoop magi decided that it was a great idea to dump some crazy terracotta bullshit on her ass while she was already hating on school? Like what the hell? She was feeling real attacked right now. All she wanted was a good time, you know?

Bloody fucking hell.

Fuck it, she was number one in Japan. Whoever the shithead responsible was, she was going to go and find him, admire his huge brass balls, then rip them off and give them to an actual tanuki. Then she was going to enjoy the rest of her day. Instead of this fucking bullshit.

Ryou jumped through the window in a hail of shattering glass.

"Hit the windows, teach!" she barked out over the din, hand barely gripping onto the sill. "Unless you lookin' to be paste cos I'm not judging!"

Huh, now that she thought about it, her uniform was looking kinda funky with all the glass shredding it.