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Post random shit until someone reacts? :)

Yeah, a translation would be nice. You can just add them as footnotes at the end of your posts. Oh my, another country person. What's with the sudden surge of bumpkins~? :3 Accepted, Waddle.

Yeah I do, but I want people to start interacting with each other first rather than having me nod things along. Usually if they do it out of their own initiative it means the RP is going to last a good while. When they don't however . . . eh.

Louise stayed silent for a moment, before sighing. "How am I supposed to give the punishment when you've already asked for it? Newbies these days have no sense of fun . . ." She jotted a thumb at the mess that was the cafeteria. "Yeah, that's your punishment. Clean that shit up and return everyone's stuff with a full apology, got it? Your other punishment is to help out Michael with overseeing Lietman and Andersons fight - you get to be the judge. Other than that, you're done." Anticipating their dumbfounded looks, Louise smirked. "What, you think we'd give you some Nazi-esque hammer-down sentence? We're highschoolers, not soldiers." She turned towards Michael and his group. Her expression was much colder than the one she gave to Thisa. "As for you, shit-for-brains, I warned you to stop with the shadow pranks. And you, big blonde and dumb, keep your temper in that empty head of yours. Once your fight is over, I'm taking away your abilities for a week, got it?" Michael nodded eagerly, glad he didn't get sent to 'the Louise Room', however, Lietman turned red in the face. "I-" His mouth had barely opened when suddenly Louise patted him on the head. It was a funny gesture, since he was far taller than she was and she actually had to tiptoe to reach his head. Still, he paled and quickly tried to apologize. "I-" "Too late." Lietman sank to the floor, blubbering like an idiot and shivering like mad with tears streaming down his face. "Ubbu gueh augh auddududuuur uuuuuuhh . . . auuuu gahhhaahaha ooor~" Louise turned to everyone in left in the room. She was smiling slightly. "Any other objections?"

Fun fact: Louise is, in fact, the captain of the Debate Society. Why you ask? Because there is no greater pleasure to her than beating down a person with words. It is a part of her personality and the core of her talents. Lietman looked like he wanted to start a fight, but a look from Anderson stopped him. You do not pick fights in Louise's presence. The small girl thought about what to say for roughly half a second, before responding. "Oh? So self-defense is what you're claiming then? Self-defense implies that she would defend against her aggressors and her aggressors only. What part of what she did looked like reasonable self-defense to you? Also your trying to shift the blame on them is useless. On the topic of Therese's stress, what about _Lietmans_ stress? As you said, he is his _boss_ and it is _in fact_ his job to oversee their fight. The stakes on the position of liuetenant of a Ruler are _no joke_, and it's fairly accurate that he was under _more_ stress than Therese; does that mean Therese is in the wrong for not complying with him and telling him where Michael was?. This moot point anyway. I already said that they would get their own sentences, but first off: "Michael is a known prankster. What he did might be written of as sexual harassment, however, did he ever once express purpose in regards to this towards Thisa? Based on past precedent, he did not. He plays this jokes on men as well as women and the places he appears in are the ones were his target would be most embarrassed. He once poked his head out of a junior football players jacket, but he didn't claim sexual harassment, now did he? Oh, it's definitely stupid to pop out of a woman's skirt, but is there even one instance of him touching Thisa at an inappropriate place? "Secondly: What the girl did no longer counts as self-defense. It destroyed property, endangered more than just her target, and she explicitly expressed anger towards _everyone_ in the cafeteria. This changes the picture completely, and is the main point of her sentence. She-over-did-it." Louise took a deep breath. "Also, boy, you're killing your own character here. What you're doing right now is protecting her. You're trying to share some of the punishment. Yes, you are helping her, but the nature of that is by taking the blows for her. You really think she's more than capable? The why the fuck did you not respect her wishes and back off, instead you continued your own relentless defending of her despite her wishes. Get it? You're not doing her any favors, Harold. "Lastly . . . you couldn't stop Michael or Lietman from doing what they did, so _instead_ you just watch and wait until a crisis comes where you have the ability to solve it? That's low, Harold. Just because you _can't help, you won't_? Ha! In that regard, even Lietman is better than you are! Besides, there are so many things you _could_ have done! You could have talked to Michael, who might have have stopped Lietman and his actions, or you could have talked to Anderson, who _definitely_ would have stopped them both! "_Face it_: You just stood by and watched while that all went on, never even considering the possibility of preventing this disaster just because you felt like you couldn't do a thing. You're _useless_ here and sadly inept at _'helping your best friend'_ - so just what do you hope to accomplish here anyway?"

Louise grinned. Simultaneously, several things happened. Henrietta 'eeped'. Everyone stampeded for the door. Jason was already gone. Anderson sank to his knees. Lietman turned pale white and started trembling. Michael started _crying_. Winston's representatives were on the floor hugging each other, trying their best not to stare at the incarnation of evil before them. The small girl approached Harold slowly. She still bore her grin, and had the air of a predator approaching it's prey. "Since when have I ever stated that I was punishing just . . . whatever her name is? Oh no, oh no no _no_. _Everyone_ involved is getting a piece of the pie. From Michael and his little lackeys to the girl. In any case . . . the girl still gets the worst outcome. Why? Because even if she was provoked, that _still_ doesn't change the fact that _only_ _she_ used her ability with violent intent. You want to play knight in shining armor, boy? Well then, tell me this: why did you not do a thing when Lietman came in and shook her down? Why did you not approach her, protect her and reassure her? "You somehow think this will be okay if you share her punishment? What would that do? The fact is you _failed to help her when she needed it most_. "If you _really_ cared for her, you would have stopped all this from happening in the first place."

The flashes and booms stopped as the students backed away from the dismantled pile of metal that used to be the Knight. Soon a tense silence settled down in the cafeteria. Their eyes turned to the crouched Thisa. It was obvious she was behind it all, seeing as she was the closest one to the pile that wasn't facing it. The sound of clapping resonated throughout the area, and all eyes turned to the source. It was Henrietta, and she didn't look pleased. A boy and a girl were walking side-by-side next to her. They were Winston Chill's two Lieutenants, and they did not look anymore pleased to be with Henrietta as she did with them. The four Rulers present and the representatives gathered in front of the crowd. Jason put a groggy Louise down and crossed his arms. "Okay, so, anyone going to bother telling me what happened here?" Henrietta spoke up: "Michael was pulling his usual stunts, ended up getting the girl pissed and she brought out a big metal knight . . . in defense. That thing wouldn't attack unless attacked, so trying to bring it down was pointless; it wouldn't have done a thing." The girl representative of Winston glared at Michael. "I warned you to stop doing that, Michael. Eventually something like this was going to happen if you kept those little pranks of yours up." The boy shuffled his feet and looked away guiltily. Anderson and Lietman took their places at his right and left respectively. Jason shook his head. "That still doesn't change the fact that the girl lost it and . . . well, brought that thing out. Not even Lietman with all his hotheaded stupidity would use his abilities to vent. This girl did however." Henrietta said nothing. He was right of course. She approached Thisa and stared down at her, a hand on her hip. "Listen, I understand that you were angry, in fact, a lot of people are annoyed when Michael pull stuff like that, but one of the first things that everyone here who gains abilities has to understand is this: Never, ever get hostile with your powers unless it's a formal challenge with witnesses and duels. I hope you realize that you could kill someone with your abilities." "It only takes one little slip to snuff out someone's life after all." The boy representative turned to Louise. "Well, Marshal, you're in charge of dispensing justice here when the Rulers are involved. What is your verdict?" Louise, a tired expression on her face, walked towards Thisa and motioned to Michael to come forward. The boy jumped and ran forward, obviously frightened of the small girl. Henrietta shook her head, as if trying to get rid of unpleasant memories and backed away as Louise approached. "Hello, girl. My name is Louise Sophoro. Today, I'll be your judge, jury and executioner. Nice to meet you~" she stated in a dull drawl.

The moment Thisa had summoned her Knight, everyone in the cafeteria stared at her in shock; they had expected a meltdown, but not from her. This shock lasted for about two seconds before they realized that there was a seven foot tall Knight made of steel inside the cafeteria and a slightly hysterical girl behind the controls. Those inexperienced with such things quickly ducked out of the way, but the same cannot be said for the seniors. They were by no means the best in the school, but years of belonging to a group that taught them, and years of starting fights, ending fights, and generally being in this school taught them one thing: Never, _ever_ remain inactive in front of a persons abilities. There are those that _did_ react, and then suddenly the area was filled with an explosion of motion and power and general chaos. The moment Harold finished his conversation, wings sprouted out, lightning cracked, ground shook and generally everyone was prepared to go full-power total kill on a single robot. Anderson, the short black haired youth beside the taller blonde, Lietman, huffed and suddenly the room about Thisa bent in her vision. He had the ability to manipulate light and was currently playing with the light in front of Thisa's eyes. . Thisa's perspective was skewed all over the place and constantly shifted every second. Lietman snorted, unimpressed by Thisa's display and vanished. In a split second he was back and on top of the Knight, a drill in hand he jabbed it on top and speared through its shoulder before disappearing and reappearing with another drill. Michael was taking his hands out of his coat and then sticking it back in. What was actually happening was he was grabbing some rather sharp pointy and _very _conductible objects and sticking them inside the Knight, Several students in the background helped in their own way. One threw lightning bolts at the Knight, blowing of its body parts bit by bit; a second student froze its legs and was quickly freezing more; another stood in beside Harold ready to bail him out if things got rough - he was now also covered in head to toe in granite. He grinned at Harold. "I see _someone's _new to the whole 'ability' thing." It was around the this time that the commotion in the library called the attention of several individuals, who were now on there way. Actually, seeing as one had the ability to move at sublight speeds, he was already there, with another one it tow . . . He was taller than the robot itself, standing at 7'14 feet and with muscles rippling all over, his body resembled a bear more than a humans. Red hair, green eyes and dressed in simple jogging attire, Jason Grant stepped into the cafeteria with Louise Sophoro riding on his back and looking sick. "I - urgh - want to puke." "I told you wouldn't be able to handle that," responded Jason with a smirk. He turned towards the chaos and frowned. "Now just what is going on here?"

It depends on the reason. Given your characters backstory, he'll probably maintain his rank (Rank 3 btw) and quickly be moved up.

Hm, an older character with a little combat experience? Why not. Accepted~!