[center][h2][color=red][b]???[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [center][b][color=red]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] [color=D1D0CE][color=red]Nagi[/color] [[@Psyker Landshark]], [color=red]Munehisa[/color] [[@Solace]][/color][/center] [color=D1D0CE]Nagi’s attack had rendered the bee-monster disoriented as it crashed to the floor in a mess of twitching antennae and thrashing wings and legs. The rest of the bees, though, became even more furious, their venomous stingers pressing closer and closer with every passing moment. They were within seconds of turning the two teenagers into swiss cheese when– [b]“How now, my lovelies, what seems to be the problem?”[/b] The angry fluttering stopped; the bee-like cryptids seemed to purr with pleasure as the circle suddenly became much looser than it had been before. The impenetrable wall of rapidly fluttering wings and hairy, segmented bodies spread apart, leaving enough room for a figure to slip between their numbers. It was a woman with blonde hair that fell past her bare shoulders and perfect, fair skin. She wore a long, brilliant black-and-yellow striped dress that was short at the front, which revealed slender legs and black high-heels, and long in the back, where the fabric trailed behind her like a cape. Her breasts seemed to be on the verge of bursting from the dress’s bodice, though this did not appear to bother her in the least. A very fluffy, black feather boa wrapped around her neck as if it were concealing something, and ivory white gloves reached her elbows. Her head was crowned with a black Victorian-style hat complete with delicate white lace and bright yellow dahlias. Her cheeks were powdered with rosy pink blush, and her lips were colored a deep crimson. The strange woman watched the two children with a complacent expression as she stepped closer, her high heels unrestrained by the stickiness of the floor. Her right hand held a slender, long tobacco pipe, which she brought up to lips. Even the way she took a draft from it was the very definition of posh. She seemed to be the spitting image of a certain Miss Okamoto… if it weren’t for the dangerous look in her glowing, yellow eyes. [b]“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”[/b] A billow of white smoke followed her churlish words. Her glower cut through them as she scanned them up and down. [b]“It seems like two little roaches have crawled into our home…”[/b] The bee-monsters let out another hum, their wings drooping. One of them drifted closer to her, its wide head bumping against her shoulder. “Miss Okamoto” pouted and reached up to stroke its head, then one of its feelers. Her delicate fingers drifted up the coarse antennae and produced a pleasured hum from the creature. [b]“Oh, my poor babies…”[/b] she coddled, her voice one of pity and sadness as she gazed tenderly at the monsters. [b]“No wonder you’re all so upset.”[/b] Then, with a fire burning in her gaze, she pulled away from the bee-creature and slowly made her way up to Nagi and Munehisa. She glanced up and down them one more time, smoke curling from the tip of her pipe as she pursed her lips. Then, when she finally finished her observations, she wrinkled her brow and tipped her chin up at them. [b]“Who are you…?”[/b] she snarled, venom dripping from her words. [b]“... [i]what[/i] are you…? And what are you doing in here?!”[/b] Honestly, Nagi hadn’t expected her punch to actually be that effective, even with the aid of brass knuckles. This was good. It didn’t matter that the other bees were closing in, she could take them- What the actual shit? Was that Okamoto? With tits? And with absolutely no fashion sense? The striped dress and boa were tacky as all hell. Someone was watching too many foreign dramas. What was this, the bitch’s identical twin blessed with a better rack? Of course, the fact that this look-alike of her history teacher was evidently controlling the bee monsters should have made Nagi wary, but sharing Okamoto’s face meant that her caution was overtaken by a brazen desire to assert dominance over the useless bitch who was trying to make their lives more difficult. [color=ff9815][b]“Look, we didn’t come in…wherever the fuck this is by choice. We were supposed to be walking out of school, then shit goes weird and now there’s bees trying to murder us. So if you could just point us in the direction of the exit, that’d be real nice of you.”[/b][/color] Munehisa continued to cower behind his backpack in fear of their attackers, only peering out upon a familiar voice. His guard dropped slightly as he lowered the makeshift shield to his stomach, recognizing both the voice and face as Miss Okamoto. Yet, the amber glint in her eye spelled out a threatening intent– though her excessive appearance triggered his boyish impulse and easily caught his eye, their predicament and the great exaggeration of everything inspired vigilance. [color=plum][i]First, a beehive. Second, gigantic killer bees. Third, boobs straight outta an eroge. Even I’m not impressed…[/i][/color] Seeing Miss Okamoto coddle one of the killer bees caused Munehisa to raise a brow, looking between Nagi and the older woman with confusion. The hell’s she embracing it for? Lovelies? The sound that it produced in response to her stroke somewhat bothered him. None of this felt right at all. [color=plum][b]“Yeah, what she said,”[/b][/color] Munehisa nodded in accordance with what Nagi said. [color=plum][b]“We’re supposed to be studying, not playing around with these, uh… robots! Jeez, the robotics club really nailed the realism with those things, haha!”[/b][/color] The Miss Okamoto look-alike did not seem pleased with their responses. She glared down her nose at them as she scrunched up her face with contempt. [b]"Exit? There is no exit here. Once you step foot here, there's no leaving. Everyone and [i]everything[/i] stays here for good,"[/b] she hissed. [b]"That includes you filthy worms. But no worries. You'll find your place in the hive soon."[/b] She turned back to her "lovelies", thinking for a moment, before she looked back at Nagi and Munehisa with an unamused sneer. [b]"I suppose you [i]do[/i] have some potential… so I'll extend you an offer. You can join my lovelies in tending to my very wish, and I'll make sure you spend the rest of your little lives in peace and prosperity. What do you say?"[/b] She waited for their response as she took yet another draft from her pipe. The bee-monsters hovered there aimlessly, their heads obviously void of any thought. Oh, great. That was just dandy. Hopefully, not-Okamoto was as full of shit as the real one, or they were outright fucked. But either way, well… [color=ff9815][b]“Yeah, I’m gonna have to go with hell no.”[/b][/color] Nagi drawled, putting her guard up as she slowly backed away from Okamoto and the bees, preparing to take Mune by the hand and make a run for it. [color=ff9815][b]“Really not into the bee fetish you’ve got going on here. Stripes’re tacky as shit, you know.”[/b][/color] This’d probably get her killed. But bending the knee to this bitch? No way. Nagi had some kind of class, damn it. Munehisa let out a small sigh of confusion upon the supposed doppelganger’s offer. [color=plum][b]“Is that [i]really[/i] Okamoto?”[/b][/color] the boy only found himself even more lost as the exchange dragged on, scratching the side of his head. The humidity of the atmosphere, coupled with his mounting distress, caused his expression to twitch with impatient annoyance. Slinging the backpack over his right shoulder, his face hardened as he brought up a hand to wave off Miss Okamoto. [color=plum][b]“Look, we– I’m not into this shitty roleplay you’ve got going on,”[/b][/color] Munehisa snapped a little as he looked around for a stairwell, completely dialing out the unfamiliar environment. [color=plum][b]“Don’t even know if the principal allows all of [i]this[/i],”[/b][/color] he was forced to change his footing, having felt as if his feet were sinking into the goopiness of the floor. [color=plum][b]“But I honestly don’t care. If you won’t show us the stairway, then go away. C’mon, let’s just go.”[/b][/color] The children’s reply only kindled Okamoto’s fury. She straightened her head, staring at them head on with a ferocious smolder. [b]“How [i]dare[/i] you?!”[/b] Her words escaped her in a snarl. [b]“Don’t you know who I am?! You have no right to speak to me in such a disgusting manner!”[/b] Her fury seemed to roll off of her in waves as she stalked even closer, her lip curling to reveal shining white teeth. Okamoto’s eyes flickered up and down them once again, this time in a much deadlier fashion than before. [b]“If you do not wish to submit to me, then I do not have any use for you. Dears, you’ve had such a hard day today,”[/b] she turned over her shoulder and motioned for the bees to resume their assault on them. [b]“Enjoy your dinner~”[/b] The bees were more than happy to encroach on the two again. As if they had been especially angered by Nagi’s attack on one of their numbers, they focused mostly on her, seeking to restrain her with their many legs and grabby pincers. They also pressed closer to Munehisa, growling angrily. [b]“Now that I think of it, you two do seem familiar… aren’t you two from Class 2-B?”[/b] Okamoto raised her voice so it could reach past the angry flutter of wings. She sent a sidelong glance down at Nagi before she raised her eyes back up at Munehisa. When she spoke again, her voice dipped low into a brooding rumble. [b]“Especially you. You’re that worthless student in my class, aren’t you? The one who drew that horrible picture of me.”[/b] A wicked grin spread over her lips as a giggle bubbled from her throat. [b]“To think that a shitty, no-good artist is going to get everyone in his class expelled… and there’s nothing that he can do about it! What a waste of talent… it’s sad, really.”[/b] Nagi snarled, her face locked in a rictus of fury as she struggled to free herself from the bees restraining her. She’d managed to smash her fist into one more bee before she was swarmed, the rest keeping her pinned in place. Still, even through the haze of rage in her mind, one fact stood out. This was Okamoto. Somehow. And she knew it was Mune already? Why fucking go to that entire show, then? [color=ff9815][b]“Shut your cock hole, bitch!”[/b][/color] Nagi spat, simultaneously straining her limbs against the bees while trying to angle her head toward one enough for a headbutt. [color=ff9815][b]“Why even waste your time dicking around trying to expel us all if you already knew he did it? What, you can’t be bothered to teach even less than you already do so you decided to just ax a class entirely? Hell, while we’re here, you compensating for your flat fucking chest in real life or something? Seriously, this silicone job you got going’s goddamn pathetic.”[/b][/color] She hissed spitefully before catching Mune’s eye. [color=ff9815][b]“The fuck are you still doing here? RUN, dipshit!”[/b][/color] Nagi roared at Mune, hoping her little tirade pissed Okamoto enough that she’d take her attention off him and onto her. The gravity of the scenario weighed back on Munehisa as his lackadaisical moment drew the furor of Miss Okamoto, and inspired her minions to draw forward once more. He’d thought of the killer bees as nothing more than mere contraptions, and yet, his eye for the smaller details only verified their general authenticity as the creatures inched closer. Just what the hell was going on? The boy’s face tensed as he stepped back, his brow narrowing upon her apparently recollection of their identities. [color=plum][b]“You… [i]what[/i]? You already know?”[/b][/color] Munehisa gasped, the sting of the words that followed evident in his expression. Despite her knowledge, Miss Okamoto was knowingly exacting punishment upon the entire class, just to spite him. [color=plum][b]“All over some stupid drawing, that [i]you[/i] took too seriously?”[/b][/color] he took offense to the wound inflicted from her insult. [color=plum][b]“Why drag everyone into it if you know I’m the only one responsible, then?”[/b][/color] [b]“[I]Silence![/I]”[/b] Miss Okamoto roared in Nagi’s direction, though her rambling did little to distract her from her true prey. She narrowed her brow at Munehisa as she took a step closer to him. [b]“Of course I knew. What do you take me for, an idiot? I even knew that you would be trouble as soon as you set foot in [i]my[/i] classroom. What else can I expect from someone with a tarnished name?”[/b] [b]“Oh yes, about your mother, she embezzled all of that money to the Yakuza, didn’t she? What a worthless bitch, destroying you and your father’s lives just to line her pockets with cash. That goes to show how much she cared about you two,”[/b] Okamoto continued in a hiss. [b]“And your father’s almost as useless as she is! What a waste of space. You know that it was because of [i]me[/i] that he was able to get a job in [i]my[/i] school?! If it weren’t for myself, you two would be rotting on the streets… oh, to see how things have turned out just breaks my heart…”[/b] Munehisa’s dejected gaze casted down to the ground below Okamoto’s feet. [color=plum][b]“That’s… that’s not true at all…”[/b][/color] [b]“To think that your criminal whore of a mother spawned someone who is just as vile as she is. How funny that you’re following in her footsteps– dozens of other kids are going to suffer and fail because of [i]what YOU did![/i]”[/b] Grinding her teeth, she practically seethed in front of them before she finally jabbed a finger in his direction, roaring out her next words. [B]“Tell me, how does it feel to be the root cause of your friends’ downfalls? How does it feel to know that this is [I]all of your fault?![/I]”[/B] [/color]