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Slice-of-life High School

Well, her hair isn't oddly coloured per se...There's a thing about it that might be revealed at a later time.

Slice-of-life High School

Haru, looking concerned, ran out the door after Hotaru. By the time he caught up, he was breathing fairly heavily, but nothing too terrible. He slowed to a walk next to her, smiling. "I think a club is a good idea. I'll tag along, we just need to figure out what kind of club to make!" He took a bite of the apple Tanaka had given him, thinking it over before snapping his fingers and turning to her. "Hey, what about a club to help people make friends? This school seems to have the weirdest amount of antisocial people, so if we make a club to help them, this school might get a little bit friendlier!" His expression was open and earnest before realizing what he just said and shying away again.

"Man, I sounded dumb there. Sorry." His face became more inscrutable, almost pensive.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

"Well then. So your brother is dead. I get it, you're angry and upset...No, those words don't even come close to describing how one feels at death, do they?...But regardless..."

"Just because I'm upset that I wasn't able to go to my sister's funeral, does NOT make me emotionally weak! I don't particularly care how severe your childhood trauma was. News flash! At least your brother died somewhat quickly, and at least he died meaningfully! My sister languished in a dirty bed four days, covered in ammonia burns from a chemical spill, wracked in excruciating pain. She was only. Ten. Years. Old! And you think I'm weak for wanting to pay my last respects to her dead body?"

Gavin took a deep breath, calming himself down somewhat. "And to point out a total logical fallacy in your argument, all I did was ask a simple question as well. I wasn't the one blowing up over a question. That would be you."

Slice-of-life High School

Haha, she tends to get paranoid and emotional about strange things.

Slice-of-life High School

A club? Oh no. Definitely not. This was absolutely not going to happen. Sakaki stood abruptly, muttering some none-too-kind words, but as she rose from the desk, her hair caught on something and several strands tore out, accompanied by a slight gasp of surprise and pain and the clatter of a falling chair. They fluttered to the ground, uniformly black until the roots. They were a bright, attention-grabbing orange, the colour of freshly-polished copper. Sakaki suddenly changed profoundly. Her expression changed instantly from entirely impassive to horrifyingly, deeply anguished, the kind of emotional anguish that lasts a lifetime. She made a conscious effort to assume her usual face, but to no avail; everyone sitting there had obviously seen it.

She felt a stinging in the corner of her eyes and a single tear rolled down her face. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed away at her face with her sleeve. This is so completely humiliating. Somehow, though, through long practice, her composure reasserted itself and the incident ended. She swept the hairs from the ground and, seeing no further point to leaving, slumped down into the chair again, idly eating a piece of sushi with no real appetite. Well, there goes my carefully cultivated facade. I'm about to become a laughingstock, aren't I. It was not so much a question as it was a statement of fact.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin's head jerked up and out of his hands and a pensive expression spread across his face.

"They're in a bit of trouble. There wasn't much money in our part of the old city, so we struggled to get by. My little sister was...killed in an industrial accident only a few days before I left. I didn't even get to come to her funeral. On top of that, my parents are pretty old. I don't know if they'll be able to support themselves..."

His face hardened.

"Why? What do you think you're doing with this information?

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TheWindel said
I can kinda see where this story is going. A first year somehow manages to round up a bunch of random people and incorporate them in her club to make new friends, detailing their many wacky adventures. Someone make that an actual anime.

Now that I think about it, it pretty much is. The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya. It's a pretty good anime, and only now am I seeing the similarities.

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TheWindel said
You fools! You've discovered Tanaka's bane of existence! Making a club where people socialize! XD

OH THE HORROR! RUN FOR THE HILLS! FIRE AND BRIMSTONE AND SOCIAL ACTIVITY!

Slice-of-life High School

"Friends, not Foes" sounds cheesy to us, yeah, but I can imagine Hotaru suggesting that so easily. It seems like it would work, y'know?

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin stiffened. "That's one hell of a strange ability. So you can see through anybody's eyes? That's...huh. I'm gonna have to remember that."

"How does that even work...?" he muttered under his breath, until remembering that she also had really powerful hearing. Well then. "And yeah, I can be a little bit of a xenophobe, when said aliens are talking like that. You heard what that Sabore guy mentioned, right? About a war? I mean, I have friends back in Harmonica. I have family. Doesn't it seem a little too...convenient to you, all of these abilities and how they work? Think about it. With yours, you are essentially a perfect spy. You don't even need to enter a place to see what's going on. With mine, I can change any metal that has any amount of iron in it. I knew a guy back home who could change the density of atoms around him to make massive bursts of hypercompressed air. Wonder where he went on the holotrains...? Anyway, it seems almost like we were bred, y'know? To fight in a war. But then what do our lives mean?"

As he spoke, he began to motion with his hands to emphasize his points. The bracelet once again slithered around his arms, reaching his hand and jumping from fingertip to fingertip like an electric arc. Gavin sighed.

"But I guess you're right about the obedience part. Hell, these trains are probably bugged and rigged with any number of preventative measures. If we decided to go our own way instead of obey the aliens, they'll probably just vaporize us on the spot, or gas us, or some such thing."

He slumped down, bracing his cheeks on his hands. The metal stopped moving, simply staying in stasis mid-jump.