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Thisa nodded and turned around, on the surface her mood didn't change, however on the inside was a whole different story, pure relief. The massive weight on her that's been lifted did wonders to improve her mood as she passed by Harold, Thisa flashed a small smile, first since all the series of events been set in motion, "You didn't do what I asked, really wanted you to back off... but I would be lying if I were to say I wasn't somewhat happy to know someone was by my side. Really thanks for that. Now I need to get changed back into my clothes, don't exactly remember when it happened but I lost them partway through as you can see." Thisa motioned towards her t-shirt, "After that I need to get started with cleaning up. I don't know if Louise would want you to get involved, but I wouldn't mind the company if you're up for hanging out while I carry out this part of my sentence." This complete change in her mood might confuse people, but Thisa is someone who rapidly changes to stay positive, anger really doesn't work with her. Thisa then proceeded to get changed back, before starting the clean up.

Harold was really trying, Thisa could respect that act in of itself... but he did go against what she wanted, to be honest what happened was leagues better then what she expected, still not great. By this point her emotions have normalized, she was able to think clearly again although by no means cheerful, Thisa remained very somber. She lightly pushed Harold out of the way after speaking a few words to him, "You've tried, and thank you, but I have to speak for myself." Thisa once again stood in front of Louise. Normally she would have been terrorized to be speaking face to face with the marshal herself, but after the recent events Thisa couldn't muster a single trace of strong emotion, in turn this resulted in some kind of courage. She looked Louise in the eye, took a deep breath, then started, "I don't want to debate any of this, there is nothing to debate, there are dozens of witnesses who seen the same thing, and I agree with them. I have... a temper when pushed, that is no excuse as I should be in control regardless, I did summon my knight out of anger, it was summoned with the intent of harm. I realize I have broken laws and punishment is just. I however have two requests despite whatever the outcome may be, one Harold is not blamed for any action, or inaction on his part." "Second I must be the one to restore the cafeteria." Thisa pointed to the pile of metal that was used to animate her machine. "One factor of my ability is once a machine is dissembled anything that was used in its creation returns to its original form, as you can see everything is how it was before. I want to personally find the owners of each personal object to return it, I also want to store away any cafeteria items like trays, and silverware back to its proper place. This is my mess and I believe it is needless to say I must clean it." Thisa bowed her head, "Beyond that of course is whatever judgment you see fit I, if possible, want my two requests fulfilled." She closed her mouth and stepped back. Thisa had the suspension that no matter what she says Louise would just hammer her down, and she mentally prepared for such.

Thisa kept her eyes closed through the beginning of the hastily started "trial" everything that has been said was true... the knight was defensive even if she herself did not mean it to. She wasn't the one who started it all, it was Micheal and his shadow tricks. Problem is in the end Thisa herself was the one who summoned the knight, it was her who destabilized the cafeteria, it really was her who escalated the entire situation to a full out battle. Thisa waited for the verdict wordlessly, expecting the worse as she deserved, when Harold... Harold of all people stepped up. She felt his presence before she heard his voice, the same one that convinced her while in a rage fueled state to end the conflict. Thisa looked up to Harold, he was standing in front of Louise, even a newcomer like Thisa knew of Louise's reputation, it was hard not to. Her eyes widened as she realized Harold was trying to take blame for himself, oh no, no, no he can't he didn't deserve it. With a grunt Thisa rose to her feet, it was hard, her legs felt like lead and she feared she would topple over at a second's notice, but she had to stop Harold. She ambled closer, however she was too late Thisa recoiled at the barrage of words thrown by Louise, it had to hurt Harold... just had to. She reached Harold and pulled his arm towards her, "Don't do anything, that's all I ask. Don't try punishing yourself for my sake, I don't want that. Please." Thisa let go of Harold to face Louise herself head on, "Do what must be done to me." That was it, clean, simple and direct as that. Pleading meant nothing, not at least with one ruthless as Louise...

I'm in contact with Plazma, he's been a little busy. Don't worry about us taking a much slower pace then when we started, actually I did intend for us to go slowly from the start anyway.

As the assault went on Thisa was just as enraged, they had the audacity to attack her, but no... they weren't attacking her, it was the knight. The knight kept a defensive posture, using its shield to attempt to take the brunt of the damage, and more specifically to keep her out of the crossfire. The knight only retaliated when a student got too close, and even then it was only to drive the person away rather then to land a killing blow. It was then that Thisa realized what was happening, she was the aggressor in all of this, the bad guy, the villain. Her vision skewed, the battlefield became nothing but a distortion of color, she was blinded. Through all the chaos Thisa heard one thing she forgot about, Harold. She had no idea how he got past the knight but he did and was right there, not that Thisa could see him. It was enough just to hear his voice and to feel his presence to break her resolve and as a result to dissipate her anger. Holy hell what was she doing? None of this was right, she caused a WAR to break out in the cafeteria... over nothing but her own rage. Thisa blinked trying to make sense of what was happening beyond the mixture of colors, but she didn't need to see, she fully knew what was happening it had to end. With a downward swipe of her hand she gave the command, the knight's service was complete. The process was quick, the robot regressed back into its primal state of molten metal, and then back into its component pieces, all the metal that was once used as the knight's body. Before the dismantling the knight contacted Harold one more time, *"My service is complete, I leave my stead to you. Protect the Maker."* The world started spinning, before she knew it Thisa was on her knees, her stamina all but gone and her mind emotionally fried. She whispered perhaps to herself or perhaps to Harold standing next to her, *"I'm sorry... just... so sorry for what I did..."* with that Thisa fell to her side now curled into the fetal position. She was still conscious much to her dismay, if only everything never happened, if only she wasn't there to observe what happened next. Thisa couldn't see him but she heard Jason's booming voice, she didn't need to know who he was to know he was a ruler. She closed her eyes ready for whatever penalty was coming her way.

Extremely long Plazma post brought to you by the Knight, played by myself.

RPs go through periods of lulls, its usually not a big deal unless to goes longer then a week.

Figured we needed some drama.

The blonde's shaking did little to help the situation in fact only serving to further fuel the fire that raged in Thisa's mind. She jerked back as to break any grip of the blonde's that may have still remained, she needed to be free. Thisa without a second thought discarded her jacket, underneath was nothing but a white t-shit, she usually doesn't take off her jacket anyway. Next more drastically she practically tore off her skit, without a scrap of care for modesty all she wanted to do was rid herself of shadows. Without her regular clothing there was a lot less to the imagination as her full figure, details omitted, was free for all to see now no longer covered. Thisa cared very little for the situation between the two lieutenants, no she had something else on her wild mind. **"HEY you assholes, LAUGHING at my expense rather then actually helping like any HALF-decent human would do! Every single one of you has decided to get the hell out of here now that shit is getting tough, NO fuck this FUCK every little bit of this. NO!"** Thisa's full rage was now directed to the crowd of students who still remained. A small part of her conscious resurfaced telling her what she was about to do was against so many rules... but she quickly stomped it down. Thisa focused her energy in a small space in front of her, willing metal to bend at her will. Pieces of metal started flying to this single space as if attracted by a powerful magnet, and in a place like the cafeteria there was a lot of loose metal, silverware, food trays, fallen screws from furniture, and even objects like Harold's own laptop. The metals collided into a single quivering mass of molten metal, akin to what the formation of planets must look like. Once this ball was almost as big, if not larger then Thisa herself, she started to mold the ball into a human shape. It took form quickly, and before long a machine in its full shape stood its ground. It was a robot, in a way, very tall at seven feet, it looked like a metal knight complete with a large tower shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other. Its body looked like a full set of gothic plate armor colored silver. The knight shifted, wiring of motors and servoes could be heard as it moved. This was her ability *Finely-Tuned Mechanisms* to create machines out of metals. With her knight in toe Thisa stared into the crowd, trying to stand straight the creation of the knight was extremely taxing due to its size and sheer complexity for even basic function. Thisa wheezed, she was unprepared for the amount of energy it would have taken, but she had to make a point, she had to make a FUCKING point. In the very back regions of her mind echoed *Help me Harold... I can't stop...*

He's in her jacket now... just in her jacket now... Thisa has no idea how this... pervert is able to do all this. Hell this guy has no respect for others and does whatever he damn well pleases, and worse of all she was at the center of all of it. Micheal was hiding from people, no idea why, no idea who, no idea why in God's name she should care about this arrogant kid in the first place. Thisa clenched her fists, and closed her eyes attempting to control her flooding anger, rage isn't her right? She doesn't like to get angry, she doesn't get angry, hatred is not her. In the end however, Thisa's mind and body simply went numb, she can prevent the emotion but she can't control it. **"God damn all of this, why in hell's name would I hide YOU? In the first few minutes, NO in the first mere SECONDS you assume I'll be fine with just harboring you in MY jacket?"** the dam holding back just sheer emotion burst, **"No,no,no,no,no just flat out NO, I will NOT hide you!"** Thisa was little more then a creature of rage at this point...