Xiro Zean
Sloth
'Bang Constantine...' Sasaki thought, 'He's a westerner, so is his first name Bang? Or is Constantine?' As the auditorium was once more drowned in silence, Sasaki contemplated superfluous thoughts such as that. He finally settled on referring to the westerner before him as 'Bang-kun' because it was the easiest of the two names to pronounce. So far Bang seemed to be a pretty decent dude, if a bit awkward as evidenced by his sudden silences and body language. Though perhaps it could be because the young man was foreign and had yet to adequately integrate himself into Japanese society.
The taller of the duo pondered on the suggestion of the shorter for a moment. He opened his mouth to voice his opinion on such a topic, namely that it would indeed be a good idea to depart, when an announcement calling the students back into the auditorium sounded throughout the school. Why they did not announce that it was over - or why the other students left in the midst of it - was a mystery in and of itself. Sasaki shrugged and looked to his companion, saying, "That's certainly a convenient development."
The duo listened to what was up, namely sortings of classes and such. Apparently he and Bang would be in the same, though Sasaki's other friends were apparently younger than him and thus not eligible for the rank up. Sasaki's eyes widened as a wire connected to his brain and he was called up at front. Telepathy was an ability that used invisible, metaphorical 'wires' created by the user to link with the mind of their target. These wires could exchange thoughts via vibrations, but 'intentional communication' was the priority of the power. The telepathic wire was still connected to his brain, transmitting his thoughts to the telepathic Judgment dog as Sasaki made his way to the rest of the Judgment pack. 'Kinoshita-kun,' Sasaki thought through the wire as he opened his bookbag, 'Can you explain to me exactly why this is occurring? This seems like an overreaction for something that could be resolved rather easily had Namashiya-san just approached me following the end of the principal's announcements...' He continued to mentally converse with the telepath with an assortment of useless but useful-sounding questions. He was silent the whole time, which might have been suspicious had it not been known a telepath was in their midst.
His movements digging through the bag were done without a single glance or thought, for any true psychic static would betray the gamble he was putting into action. There were only three books in there, after all. Kotori's book, his notebook essential for his job, and a book of his own. 33% for success was not a favorable gamble by any extent, but whatever. A normal fighting espers wasn't a favorable fight either, but look where he ended up.
....
Okay don't look where he ended up, that was probably a very bad place for one to look. Nevertheless, it was the moment of truth, time to pull out both the stops and the book. 2/3 of the time, Sasaki would have failed. This was not one of those times. Though he was not an esper and though the fact was not widely known, Sasaki Kirima was a researcher in the fields of the Power Curriculum Program and experimental military design under a member of the Kihara family.
Therefore, it was not unnatural for someone like him to have a book published regarding the topic of powers. However, he was just a normal student, and a normal student possessed no powers to develop. 'Here's the book, Kinoshita-kun,' Sasaki thought, face impassive as he passed the book to the Judgment dogs, 'Will that be all? I'll be making my way to the detention room now.'
Turning his back on those losers, Sasaki made his way out of the area and towards the designated detention area, filling his thoughts with a very ear-worm-y song by a popular idol group as he did so as if to spite anyone still communing with him telepathically.
Was such a ruse something that could be considered 'Tactical. Fucking. Genius.'? It remained to be seen.
