When there was a fight on campus, that was always were Emi could be found. Battles were her life blood; they were the only thing that held her interest. When there was word of a tournament, it was a foregone conclusion that Emi was going to be there. Really, someone could just say the words "want to fight?" and Emi would erupt from a trash can, ready to beat the ever loving crap out of something. When two second years were about to start a tournament, Emi was there before they roped a single person in. It was as though she could smell a possible fight brewing. It was honestly kind of scary how fast she appeared the second they said the word 'fight'.

Though, the reality of the situation was considerably less cool and much more sad. She had been sleeping in a tree in that popular fight spot because she wanted to watch a few scraps here and there. When the possibility of her [i]joining[/i] popped up, she was so excited that she fell out and alerted the two boys.

During their recruitment of random students and their arguments about teams, Emi had been chanting her favourite word until it lost all meaning. She must have said "fight" a few hundred times. It was like, the only thing she ever wanted ever.

After Fumi stormed off (Emi didn't care; that only meant less time between fights), it was finally time to star the [i]actual[/i] prep to fight. Some random no-name decided to brave it all to nominate himself as a captain.

To which Emi instantly thought of him as a garbage can. What leader nominates themselves? Leaders had to be either democratically elected or kill all of the other candidates in a brutal contest of might! How could you even call yourself a leader if you don't kill at least twelve democratically elected officials?

No matter, being a leader didn't suit Emi. He could have it for all she could care. All she wanted to do was beat some nerds up!

Emi ignored the anxious and halfhearted introduction of the second girl. Not out of being rude or not caring, though. No, Emi was much too stupid to have any sort of distaste for people. She was just trying her absolute best to hold in her sheer amount of energy. Restrain yourself, Viscera would always say.

Viscera had been teaching Emi restraint. It was a Sisyphean task, but ordinary human behaviour was something that Viscera believed to be incredibly important. If he could even change Emi's personality by 0.1%, he would consider all of the hours he spent trying to pick at Emi's brain to be worth it. If she became even 0.01% of a better person, it would be all worth it. Well... 0.001% was a more reasonable goal for Viscera. Something about that girl just wasn't right.

By the time Emi was absolutely red in the face from holding everything (including her breath) in, Viscera knew that his restraint teachings had the opposite effect. Rather than learning to keep her impulses to herself, Viscera had unknowingly turned Emi's passion into a bomb. A horrible, horrible bomb that was embarrassing for everyone in audible range. Suddenly, Emi's leg began to speak.

[color=E52F57]"Oh Emi, please don't do this agai-"[/color]

[color=79DA93]"Oh! Oh! Pick Emi! Emi's good!"[/color] She exploded in a burst of energy!

[color=E52F57]"Oh lord..."[/color] All of the eyes that littered Emi's leg closed. He knew what was coming and he didn't like it.

[color=79DA93]"Emi will give 'em the ol' dick twist!"[/color]