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Slice-of-life High School

Well he wants to beat up like, 1/3 of the characters already so I don't think it'll matter too much.

...I'm gonna sleep. Naito.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Dude, it's cool. Get some sleep if you want. The thread's not gonna disappear.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

I'm EST -7 or something.

Slice-of-life High School

I apologize Erkling, but I had to do it.

EDIT: To clarify, Naoki opened the door outwards, not inwards. I think you can infer what that means.

Slice-of-life High School

"Oh? Well either works, I guess. Not too picky, really," Naoki said, accepting the form before having it removed from his hands suddenly. Fortunately he wasn't holding it too hard, or he would've obtained a nasty papercut. It seemed that this girl's - Hotaru Takano if he read correctly before it was taken from him - friend was signing up other people she might have missed, which was beneficial to them since it would allow them to meet the club minimum easier. After returning the form, the boy began to depart. "Goodbye! Don't forget the d- ...Nevermind," Naoki began before getting cut off by the dull thud of a body hitting wood and then floor. "Are you.... okay?" Naoki asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

He waited a few more moments, but the guy did nothing but bleed from his nose. If Naoki didn't know better, he'd say that this situation was right out of a manga. "...Well." the Student Council President said, tapping Haru with his foot, "Look's like he's out cold." Naoki put his hand to his chin in thought, "Somebody should bring him to the infirmary..."

Naoki slammed open the door, the one with Daichi listening against it. "YES HELLO WE REQUIRE A MEDIC." he declared into the hallway.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Well I always aim to please.

By the way, is the Clanless spot still taken? I'm thinking of qualifying admittedly average-looking sexy Spaniard Enrico for that.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Done.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Enrico was a man of simple tastes. He was spending this fine evening relaxing in Utopia, drinking a nice warm cup of joe in nearby a cafe with a nice view of the square from the hilltop vantage point. Or at least, that was how he planned to spend the rest of the afternoon. Unfortunately, Murphy's Law was in full effect today as, almost immediately after the whole warning public service announcement with the Nesterov Clan's elder, he heard the sounds of explosions, screaming, gunshots, and rather loud yelling. It seemed that he was no longer viewing a nice, peaceful park-plaza and was instead being witness to a rather large hostage situation. How fun.

The Spaniard stood from his seat along with a few other cafe patrons, morbid curiosity piqued by the commotion caused by the suicidal fools who pulled this charade. As he watched the event transpire, beginning with the bearded man's threats. Even if Enrico hadn't debunked his assumption that this was the Kimera Tenma already - they weren't nearly that suicidal after all - the man's ranting definitely made sure there was no mistake.

These were just a bunch of jealous loons who didn't know what they were doing, and most of the people they had summarily drafted into their group were only there to save their own skin. Essentially, all they had was the illusion of numbers. In reality, they didn't gain any effective combat strength whatsoever. Enrico knew this well enough and was on his way down the hill to further examine the situation in order to see if there was anything he could do to assist.

After arriving near the circle of bystanders immediately outside the hostage situation, Enrico continued watching, occasionally moving to get alternative looks at it. From the looks of it, he'd have to take them out fast and stealthily enough to make sure the others don't notice anything amiss, or everything would start exploding again. Unfortunately, he lacked any Bukizoku effective for the situation at hand. Sure, Gorgoneion could petrify them all, but then it'd petrify them all, including the hostages and bystanders. Nor could Talaria and Aidos Kynee allow him to take them out non-lethally quickly and quietly enough.

Fortunately for the Spaniard, however, the Tsurara Clan Police Force decided to appear from within the crowd and show their strange uniforms once more. He'd never get used to that sight - though thankfully he was no longer on the receiving side of one of their manhunts - nor would he ever forget what a friend told him about the recreations of their uniform being popular at a certain sort of establishment, the bastard. Seemed it was all some kind of elaborate sting operation to apprehend some criminals. Enrico wasn't the type to go out of his way to assist people who obviously didn't need the help - anonymity was a very useful resource to have after all - so he just stood and watched like the rest.

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DiZL ReloadeD said
Hm? What was that someone called out and poked her with a stick? Yumiko slowly looked up, trying not to fall off her seat, seeing a little girl right before her desk. ".. hungry.. food.. no money.." she mumbled while her stomach was growling. She was not sure if the girl would help her out or not, but it was worth a try.

"Well that won't do at all!" the red girl huffed, slamming the wood bo staff on the ground. She dropped from her makeshift seat and looked to Yumiko before commanding imperatively, "Come now! I know where that Student Council President hides his manga and snacks when he goes to skip classes." Komoe made a gesture with her staff before marching out the door, evidently leading the young lady to the secret stash in the Council office.

Illusion said
Hotaru sighed as the boy said yes. She thought to herself and then noticed Haru suddenly become flustered. He shook his head suddenly and Hotaru laughed. The president then opened the window, claiming it was stuffy in the room. "Really? If feels pretty normal to me," she shrugged and then walked over to him. "So, we stand here before you today... To propose a new club!" Hotaru tried to speak a bit more properly for humor and smiled. "Well, er, president... What should I call you?" She asked, inferring for him to tell her his name. She became lost in thought upon waiting for a reply.

"...Okey Dokey," Naoki chirped after thinking about Hotaru's proposition. Unfortunately, before the girl could celebrate or whatever, he added, "But what's it about? Do you have a free room to use? Permission and-or supervision from a staff member is also required... Can't just go approving things willy-nilly." He put his hand to his chin, "Oh, and proper documentation. That too. I think I got one of those on hand... Lemme see here..."

Naoki rummaged through something that sounded suspiciously like large volumes of books before unveiling a club form. "There we go!" he declared, sliding the sheet, as well as a pen, across the desk towards Hotaru. He also backed up a bit towards the window, but that was more or less obfuscated by the forms directed at Hotaru as well as his next choice of words, "I am President Naoki Kazuhiko! Yourself?"

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Instrumental only or no?

Also, I'll probably start up a post for this in about an hour or two, since I have about ten minutes before I need to go again.