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Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Nevada tuned out role call, not really interested in something so trivial. New as she may be to Honnouji Academy, she already knew everyones names, and how things ran. It didnt take long to figure things out. Satsuki Kiryuin was in charge, dont cross the disciplinary committee, and youll survive your high school years. Simple as that. After letting out a soft sigh, she opened her eyes when the new teacher sat down atop of her desk. History class began in the 1930s, when Hitler decided to invade the Soviet Union. It was a bunch of boring facts, really, with no one paying that much attention. Nevada noticed a kid with messy brown hair next to her, trembling as though hes freezing half to death. That was impossible, of course...but his actions told a different story to her. Ah...so what did you do, to tick off the Disciplinary Committee? she wondered, coming to the conclusion that shell find out sooner or later. Ironically enough, her thoughts proved to be true when the door was sent flying across the room, smashing into the opposite wall. Well, that certainly didnt take long. Nevada appeared unfazed when the man entered the room, wearing the Three-Star Goku Uniform...not to mention seeming bigger after entering. The others, however, tensed with nervous anticipation. Im on official business! Ira Gamagoori yelled, certainly not minding the teachers authority...or lack thereof. That said, he directed his attention onto the class with a fierce expression. Im Ira Gamagoori, Disciplinary Committee Chair! Students of Second Year Class K! Now he started walking down in front of the students, arms behind his back. We have determined that there is someone who intends harm against Honnouji Academy among you! Explanations will fall on deaf ears! This person will be punished immediately! Isnt that about normal for the Disciplinary Committee? Nevada met the mans gaze evenly, not bothered by him moving his weight around, or anything concerning him. Abruptly, the young man beside her stood up, raised his arm...only to throw down a smoke bomb. When the smoke cleared, he was gone, as was Ira Gamagoori. There was sure to be chaos later on...but Nevada knew he deserved it, if he did steal a One-Star Uniform. Shaking her head, she fixed her desk, and sat back down into it.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

H.G. watched curiously as Gamagoori spoke to the students his entire presence spoke of authority. Suitable for the position the student held, just the thought that this giant of a guy was a student forced H.G. to suppress a short. When she heard Gamagoori spoke of immeadite punishment did the warmth from her features vanish in an instant. So that was how it worked here guilty before trial. What was the reason for the theft, did they even know why? Then the room was covered in thick smoke courtesy of the smoke bomb the boy threw. That explain s her earlier observation. Once the smoke cleared H.G. followed her students who were all gathered at the window watching as Gamagoori sky dived to the courtyard below to cut off the thief. Students H.G. said her voice void of emotion watching the scene unfold below as the boy was being mercissley beaten. Class is dismissed. She said. Without another word H.G. turned grabbing her duster coat pulling it on as she left the room. She needed to hurry this Gamagoori fellow certainly was not someone who gave a tap on the wrist as punishment. Sadly by the time H.G. reached the courtyard she would find herself too late. The boy was slammed into the wall above the entrance naked with blood surrounding his imprint within the wall. Oh bloody h H.G. whispered under her breath finding her feet moving towards the child. Out of my way H.G. said before she actually pushed Gamagoori out of her way while he dusted the uniform off. Off course the Head of the Disciplinary Committee barely budged but the Professor did not care. Approaching the child H.G. hurried to catch him as his body fell from the human snapped hole. Please still be alive.. She said placing her ear to his chest, no heartbeat. Picking up his wrist she checked for a pulse any hint he was only injured. Nothing the boy was dead, even if he was a thief he didn't look no older than sixteen far to young to feel death's cold embrace. Oi! H.G. said standing up her glare fixed on Gagmoorgi. What the bloody daylights were you thinking?! H.G. snapped she was so enraged at the child's death that she was actually reverting to English. Meanwhile back in the he classroom several of the students still present watched the scene wide eyed. I think that answers your question. A boy said to Nevada. She is definatley not sane if she is standing up to one of the Elite Four Devas he said thinking they may lose another teacher today.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Students, H.G. Wells spoke, voice devoid of emotion, while her eyes watch the scene unfolding far below. Class is dismissed. The students didnt move from the spot, engrossed in what was happening...but Nevadas gaze darted to the teacher at once. Oh no what is going through her head? Teachers have no power here Theres nothing she can do, except teach, and ignore the injustice behind it all Didnt she realize what it was going to be like here, before she decided to teach? Figuring not, she let out a sigh, and decided to follow H.G. Wells out of the classroom and out into the courtyard. The sunlight was blinding, given the time, and Nevada shielded her eyes for a minute in order for the brown pair to adjust. Once she managed to see, it was obvious where things were heading. Gamagoori had already retrieved the One-Star Uniform...and the student was naked, stripped of the uniform, and bleeding from several lacerations. It was a harsh reality, seeing as how this was a school and all...but it was a reality all the students were used to already even her. Nevada leaned against the nearest wall, keeping her eyes peeled. Several pieces of brown curls fell forward, right over her left eye, casting shadows on her features. Ms. Wells rushed forward when the student fell onto the ground, an imprint of his body in the wall. There was a great deal of blood his death guaranteed. Sad she murmured under her breath, shoving her hands into her pockets. However sad it was...the kid asked for it, in her opinion. If he hadnt went on and stolen a One-Star Uniform...he never would have caught the Disciplinary Committees attention. Gamagoori didnt look too happy about the situation. Here was Ms. Wells, pushing him aside -or rather, trying- and looking for a heartbeat. A minute or so later, it was obvious that he was no longer among the living. Rage filling the air with its fiery touch, Ms. Wells lifted her head, openly glaring at the larger man. Oi! she called out, coming to a stand. What the bloody daylights were you thinking?! This cant be good Nevada thought, already moving forward to see what can be done. It was apparent that this teacher was not sane, not in the slightest, much like the boy from their class pointed out to Nevada...but at least she was sane in the sense that she stands up for what she believes in. Ah, Ira Gamagoori, Nevada finally spoke up, giving a respectful bow towards the man -even though it made her stomach twist, doing so- she lifted her head and this time smiled. Please excuse Ms. Wells Today is her first day, and she doesnt know how things work here at Honnouji Academy If you know whats good for you, youd walk away and never speak about it Nevada thought, keeping her hands down so that he couldnt see her fingers twisting into her skirt. It may not be right, but...you cant do anything about it, not without fearing for your life Hardly any one speaks up against the Student Council, not without living to the next day.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Gamagoori's large imposing form glared at Nevada as she tried to explain H.G.'s angry outburst towards the Disciplinary Committee chairperson. Sadly however it would take more than a rushed apology from a student to quell the anger Gamagoori was feeling from both the theft and this new teacher showing him none of the respect he normally expected from the staff. Looking at Nevada he glared at the student before grabbing her by the collar of her blouse and pulling her up to his eye level. Then allow me to state them. he growled at her before throwing her directly at H.G. sending them both crashing to the ground from the force generated by the toss. Student's of Honnouji Academy. Listen up! Gamagoori said at the top of his lungs as the students gathered around the windows continued to watch the scene below. As long as Ira Gamagoori draws breath, this academy's rules will stand firm! he said his eyes not leaving H.G. or Nevada while he was addressing all of the students it was clear this was mainly meant for the new teacher. The ironclad rules created by Student Council President Satsuki Kiryuin! Gamagoori shouted as a bright light suddenly illuminated behind him prompting the giant to turn towards the top of the school where a figure was standing. Raising one of her hands to shield her eyes H.G. was able to make out the silhouette of a woman with long flowing hair holding what she assumed was a sword in its sheath as if it were a cane of sorts. It didn't take a genius to figure out that must be who Gamagoori was ranting about. While Gamagoori was ordering the students to salute H.G. helped Nevada to her feet before she glared at the woman whom acted as if she was the queen of the school. Stomping the butt of the sword's sheath into the ground Satsuki spoke. Fear is Freedom! Subjugation is Liberation! Contradiction is Truth! These are the Truths of the World! She declared from her perch in the sky. Surrender to those truths you pigs in human clothes! she demanded before her glare narrowed towards the new professor. You will live longer that way...Professor Wells. she stated. For a moment H.G. said nothing watching the light die down and Gamagoori retreat before the corners of her mouth slowly tugged into her mischievous grin. We'll see about that. she said under her breath. Game on. she added before turning to look at Nevada and release a sigh to expel the remaining pent up anger within her. You shouldn't have gotten involved young lady. H.G. stated Else you may have shared a fate similar to his... She said motioning to the corpse of the boy.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

H.G. shrugged her shoulders as she finished brushing the dust from her coat. I did my homework I knew the risks coming here. she said casually. My reasons for coming here are my own Ms. Nevada as I am sure are your own reasons for choosing such a dangerous place to attend. H.G. said her dark eyes meeting Nevada's chocolate ones as the warmth in her features returned. I just ask that if my life is threatened by that large chap again do not get involved. After all I tend to have a dramatic flair about me that could ruin your subtle ways. She said teasingly before pulling out her pocket watch. I should be going.... H.G. said suddenly. I dismissed the class with no assignments tonight. You just need to worry about your others is all. She said before giving a small bow. See you tomorrow. she said before turning and taking her leave. As H.G. left she looked down in her hand where a small piece of thread was wrapped around her index finger. It wasn't easy to find a spot but it was more than easy enough to pull the string free from Gamagoori's uniform when she had pushed him earlier. The brute was so distracted by his rage at the moment H.G. could have lifted his wallet and he would not have known any better. Now...my little friend. H.G. said to herself getting on the rail car heading to the slums. Lets go see what makes those Goku Uniforms so special. She said with a grin.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Uh huh While the first part had to be true, Nevada doubted she knew the full extent of the risks she was about to embrace. Both hands buried very deeply into her pockets, the girl lifted her head, tilting it back in order to get hair out of her eyes. The chocolate brown pair revealed behind a veil of curly locks, she focused on the teacher finally, a sharp look making its mark on her features. I just ask that you dont let your guard down...or endanger your life again, by getting involved in things. Its just plain annoying. It wasnt entirely true...but it wasnt entirely false, either. Nevada noted the dismissal, but didnt pay it any mind, instead choosing to follow this mysterious new teacher of theirs. There was obviously a few skeletons in the closet...figuratively speaking, and she wanted to know what they were. Keeping to the shadows, Nevada evaded detection with great skill, and peeked out when she noticed H.G. Wells approach the rail car. Where is that teacher going, when she should be teaching class? came the thought, curiosity coloring the mental question. Nevada tied her hair back into a messy ponytail, several strands falling forward to hide her eyes while she boarded the rail car. There was numerous people on board, so luckily there was no suspicion about her coming on, nor any questions asked. Quietly she sat down in the very corner, keeping an eye on H.G. Wells, and on their destination. This teacher has to be hiding something...either that, or she has a hidden agenda written down somewhere Question is, where, and why Nevada thought, not speaking up or anything so that attention wouldnt be drawn to her.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

H.G. sat quietly in the front of the rail car keeping to herself and not even making eye contact with another individual. It was only when they approached the slums did H.G. finally break her statue like appearance and rose from her seat departing from the rail car after paying the toll. Have a good day She said to the driver as she left. With her hands in her coat pockets H.G. headed into the lower districts politely moving through crowd after crowd of citizens with the only distinguishing trait to separate her from the rest was her long billowing black coat amongst the others who's clothing looked a bit rougher and worn down. Turning the next corner H.G. smiled reaching her destination. It was none other than the blue police box Nevada had seen earlier that day standing in the middle of the street. Approaching the box H.G. reached into her shirt and fished out a small chain necklace with a plain steel yale key attached to it. Inserting the key into the lock H.G. was about to turn it only for her cell phone to ring all of a sudden making her halt her actions. Hello? she asked answering the call turning away from the box. Oi now? she said sounding somewhat irritated. Yeah...oh alright I'm coming... H.G. said with a sight shutting her phone and proceeding to head back the way she came not noticing where Nevada was hiding in the process. Meanwhile following her announcement to the subjects she ruled over with an iron fist, Satsuki had a strange feeling when she looked at the new teacher and the student who stood up in H.G.'s defense. Something was bothering the Student Committee president immensely and that concerned her. The eyes, that's what was bugging her. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul an old folk tale that seemed to yield some plausible truth. When Satsuki glared down at Nevada she saw something unusual....fire. The fire of a spirit that should not burn that brightly under her domain. The other one...H.G. Wells that name alone was odd. Why on her world was there a woman going by the name of a male science fiction author from over a hundred years ago? It would seem she had a new task for Hoka Inumuta to perform.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Alright... What is this teacher up to? Nevada may not get straight As when it comes to school, but she can tell when something's not quite right. Her fingers tapping a rhythm against her thigh, those dark brown eyes darted from one person to the next, just basically keeping an eye on things. The luxurious buildings bleeding into the slums, the rail car jarred to a stop, almost sending many people out of their seats. Amidst the chaos, Nevada noticed H.G. Wells finally break her statuesque appearance and rose from her own seat. With her hands in her skirt pockets, Nevada followed 'Professor Wells' into the lower districts, a familiar sight to the young woman. The next corner turned, Nevada almost stopped right in her tracks at the sight of a blue police box. H.G. Wells pulled something out from underneath her shirt, taking it and inserting it into the lock. Okay... That isn't creepy at all... she thought, a note of sarcasm leaking into the words. Before anything else could happen, though...the ringing of a cell phone broke through the silence. Nevada almost cursed under her breath. Really? Really now? Just my damn luck... Brown eyes flashing with indescribable feelings, she made sure that she was still hidden from view, fingers tapping out an agitated rhythm against her hip this time. Music was never one of her skills, given how she can't seem to hold onto an instrument without breaking it...but it was something she loved. Something doesn't add up here... Nevada noted, a breeze playing its fingers through the girl's brown curls. First, that strange police box appears...and now...this new teacher. Her eyes narrowing slightly, she thought about confronting H.G. Wells -if that really is her name-, and demanding some answers... only to discard that idea on the spot. It would be too easy to say it was nothing, that she was just imagining everything... No, she had to see something incriminating first, before making an appearance. That mindset set in place, she toyed with the blue teardrop glittering at her throat, peeking around the corner to see if Professor Wells has moved.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

H.G. had resumed her stroll down the street leaving the Police Box well behind her as she turned another corner heading for the Market within the Slums. It was mainly a terrible site to see where many were attempting to sell what little material possessions they owned in the rundown stalls just for a small scrap of food. H.G. looked sadly at several of the people she passed, so this was what life was like under the rule of the Kiryuin family in Honno City? A terrible punishment for those who failed to bow before a Student President and her will. Stopping her pace for a moment the Professor's eyes saddened when she saw several little boys all covered in dirt and wearing oversized clothes behind a table that was almost as tall as them with several old toys on it. The oldest boy of the siblings no older than ten was standing in front of it while the two younger ones were trying to draw attention. Excuse me Ms.? the youngest approximately four years old said gaining H.G.'s attention. Do you want to buy one of our toys? he asked obvious signs of malnourishment present. Please Ms.? We are really hungry. the oldest boy said as H.G. looked at each of them with saddened eyes. Sorry I am not interested.. H.G. said as the boys heads dropped a bit before she smiled placing something on the table. Here take those to the pawn shop and keep your toys to enjoy. She said with a wink before continuing on her way. As Nevada would catch up she would see the kids were each holding a gold coin with a strange marking of a constellation imprinted on both sides. With excited looks in their eyes the boys quickly closed shop and were on their way to the nearest pawn shop. Finally H.G. stopped at a sushi shop where a man stood with messy blue hiar pulled back and wearing a dress shirt and tie while tucked under one arm was a package. I'll take it you are H.G. Wells? the man asked with a grin as the Professor nodded. And I'll take it your the former teacher that is a nudist. H.G. said as the man chuckled a bit nodding his head. You guessed correct Ms. Wells. he said stretching his hand to shake. Aikuro Mikisugi he said as H.G. accepted the hand shake before motioning into the open sushi shop. Lets talk over some food shall we not everyday I get the chance to speak to an English lady. he said as H.G. chuckled following him inside.
Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Uniform (Starring Froggy and Nexs)

Nevada knew of the harsh reality that lies behind closed doors. It was disheartening, seeing as how so many lived the life of luxury...but there was nothing she could do to help these poor people. After all...she was struggling as it is, to feed herself. After her fathers death, everything changed...and not for the better, but rather, for the worse. Mother fell into depression, barely capable of taking care of herself, much less her teenage daughter. Nevada had to start living elsewhere, since men started coming to the door, asking questions about rent, unpaid bills...things she couldnt be accountable for. Too bad Mother couldnt pull herself out of that hole Nevada thought, wishing that she could forget such unpleasantness. However, seeing those little boys, all covered in dirt and wearing oversized clothes behind a table almost as tall as them it reminded her of it, painfully so. At one point, she was where they were, trying to sell whatever she has to her name in order to get just a scrap of food. Excuse me, miss? the youngest called out, gaining Ms. Wells attention. Given the baby fat...he was probably about four years old, maybe even younger. Do you want to buy one of our toys? Please, miss? We are really hungry. The oldest boy interjected at the last moment, confirming what she could see with her own eyes. It was actually...nice, seeing Ms. Wells refuse, but leave something behind to help the kids out. Not many people would be so understanding or considerate, seeing as how they had to look after their children, or watch out for their skin. Nevada would have left a little something, if she could...but the boys were quick to pack up their shop, and to be on their way to a pawn shop. Each one was holding a gold coin in a dirty hand, with strange markings of...constellations? Thats odd...Ive never seen such a coin Nevada thought with a thoughtful frown. Not long afterwards, H.G. Wells stopped at a sushi shop, where a man with messy blue hair pulled back stood. He had on a dress shirt and tie, with a packet tucked underneath one arm. In such a setting...he looked really out of place. Nevada tried to move closer, to hear what was being said, but she was too late. At least I can follow them inside, and listen to their conversation Nevada brushed several strands of brown out of her eyes, only to tuck the pesky threads behind an ear. Once she fixed her hat, she looked around before following the two inside. The sushi shop was busy, people talking amongst themselves while eating raw fish and rice. Nevada glanced about, finding a good place not too far away from H.G. Wells and this new stranger. Hat pulled down low over her face, she sat down, picking up a menu to appear as though she was looking it over.