Shibusen :: Death Room

[Azzurro Skyde]

The Death Room is the chamber where Shinigami often resides.
Shinigami may be contacted at this location by writing the number 42-42-564 onto a mirror or window. 42-42-564 is pronounced shini-shini-goroshi in Japanese, which literally means death-death-murder. Entrance to the Death Room is normally accompanied by the phraise "42-42-564 whenever you need to knock on Death's Door"

The room contains a mirror, through which Shinigami can monitor students from the Death Weapon Meister Academy as they hunt souls. In the manga, Shinigami is shown to move through the mirror.

The ceiling of the room resembles a bright blue sky filled with white clouds, in contrast to the 'classical' depictions of things related to Death and so quite appropriate for Shinigami. The room is littered with black cross-like shapes extending from the cloudy floor which, according to last episode, is rooted with kishin eggs. In the anime, the sky actually ends up being the only bright piece of scenery left as the insanity wavelength causes the true sky to turn dark red. That fight seemed to show the room to be of massive size, with the path of archways and the mirror taking up only a tiny amount of the space that is revealed during the aerial battle. The room is also filled with crosses.

The entrance is a decorated door that goes to a tunnel of torii gates, which are styled to look like guillotines.

 

[I am Blasphemy]

Kohana walked to the Mirror-like door and examined it. She placed her hand to it and she was trying to remember the particular rhyme that helped her remember. She sat and looked at it for sometime...untill a spark! " 42-42-564 whenever you need to knock on Death's Door " She laughed, she thought it would have been harder for her to actually remember...but it was the jingle. She stood there and awaited for a response from Death or another teacher other then Mr. Khadri.

 

[Caence]

Lord Death in the mirror death god. "Shini Shini Goroshi" Emonzaemon repeated to him said quietly as he appeared in the mirror. "Death, Death, Murder: to you as well." Emonzaemon said cheerfully as he went to step out of the mirror, and banged his head against the glass. "Oh blast." He said as his fore head were bleeding, trickling down slowly. The mirror was cracked up in the corner. Emonzaemon extended both of his hands through the mirror, and grasped the edges of the mirror. He slowly came out of the mirror. "How are you this morning, Kohana-san?" He said softly as he tilted his head towards her. "What can I do for you this fine, and deathly morning?"

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[I am Blasphemy]

Kohana bowed to Lord Death and smiled " And it's a pleasure to finally get to talk to you face to face. I'm here to talk about a teacher... " Her courage started to slowly run out and she got extremely nervous, Kohana had never been the one to rat on a teacher or anyone but she felt as if people were in danger of his temper " It's about Mr. Khadri ... his violence has only escalated into assulting students. I feel that being in his presence would do students harm...his anger and madness could result in something far greater. " Kohana herslef was intimadated by few and she looked at violent people as a challenge to be better but there was something about Mr. Khadri that frightened her. As she looked at the mirror she observed Lord Death and highly respected his power and the odd kindness that she felt from him.

 

[Caence]

Lord Death shrugged his chin with a weird motion. "Hmm...Mr.Khadri." He said as he with great interest. 'Mr. Kadri is causing some trouble again...in faith, I'm a little bit afraid of Khadri myself.' He thought with a depressed tone of sorts in his mind, and he thoughts were distracting him for a second. It could be seen as him thinking about Khadri's presence. "Oh!" He shouted out loud. "We can't have that....Umm...I'm glad that ....you brought this to my attention. Consider this." He said as he was snapping his right thumb, and index finger over and over again. "Matter closed." He said as he stepped away from the mirror, and moved to sit down on an armchair near a book case. Upon sitting down, he picked up a bottle of wine from a little dispenser machine almost like a coke machine with a shinigami mask on it, same as the bottle. The bottle has the numbers 42, 42, 564 written across the bottle. "One of my favorite's, Shini Shini Goroshi." He said while uncorking the bottle, and held it underneath his nose sniffing it to smell his flavor. Extending his hand, and bottle towards Kohana. "Care for a drin...?" He said as he stopped mid-sentence, realizing that he was talking to a minor right now, and offering her a drink would be wrong. "Uhh....Uhh....Can you please disregard that last state...question?" He said as he seemed very frazzled as he began to pour the wine into a small shot glass that was sitting nearby on the table. He put the bottle of wine down on the table. He picked up the shot glass, and held it close up to his eye, or rather his mask shaking it softly, and looking at it intently, then he pulled out a lighter with a silver lighter with a death mask on it. He lit it underneath the shot glass for some strange reason. "Ok, it's all clear." He said loudly as it might seem strange that he went through that ritual, and he poured the shot glass back into the bottle. Now that he was done with his ritual, he drank straight out of the bottle. "Is there anything I can help you with Miss..." He said as he looked sideways to avoid eye contact even though he had a mask over his eyes to hide his shame of not knowing her name.

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Hallway:
Not long after exiting his classroom did Rupert happen upon the site of conflict. With its blood and spilt
coffee, with a dainty step he skirted around it to kneel beside the cracked floor. Careful so not to get
blood on his clothing, his expression was unreadable as he examined the scene a moment longer.
There’s little mistaking the signs, or the voices from earlier… Rising, the man dusted off his
knees before waving on a hesitant student. 10 minutes… Checking his pocket watch, Rupert cast
one last look, before heading briskly down the corridors. His path taking him deeper into the depths of
Shibusen to the only man, who would hold the answers he sought.

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Deathroom:
With a brisk, if almost silent step, the Death Scythe made his way through the path of guillotines. His
face cast in a thoughtful light, Rupert paid little attention to the scenery around him, as pale blue eyes
focused on the lone figure ahead. Known as Death by most, Emonzaemon by a few, and partner by
him. A slight smile escaped his usually stoic expression, as did his concern. Though it was soon lost, as
he picked up on the voice of a girl. “Miss Kohana Remy,” He announced to his partner, saving him
not for the first time, (as far as student names were concerned). As with a raised eyebrow, he joined
Death on his platform. His focus drawn briefly towards the mirror, and the student beyond. As he took
his place a step or two behind Death’s right shoulder. With his hands clasped behind his back, both
impassive and silent.

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Esse quam videri.
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Partner: Death
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Docendo discimus.

 

[Caence]

The Death Scythe, his partner, The Demon gun: Sir Rupert A. Kingsley entered the Death room through the deathly path of the guillotines. Lord Death heard him say the name of the young student before him. "Miss Komana Reni!!!" He said as he was trying to interrupt Rupert before he could say the whole name over Rupert. His intentions were impure, and his method was off balance. He has used this imbalanced method before, and is often wrong about student's names. fifty percent is about confidence, hopefully the student won't mention her name being wrong, but Rupert will correct him. "Every thing will be taken care of Miss Reni, rest assured." He said as he took another sip of wine straight out of the bottle, and looked back towards Rupert. "Care for a sip? It's the Shini Shini Goroshi, 1983." He said as he swirled the wine inside of the bottle. "One of the best years..." He said with a long pause. "In my own opinion!" He said with a nervous input as he turned to his right side to think to himself. 'I can't just say that it's the best year, instinctively like that.Each person of each age of each gender of each race of each biological profile has their different taste in wine. Saying that is blankly wrong of me, as for my dear friend Sir, Rupert may have his own opinion for being male, several years older than I am and being of british decent may hold a choosing to a 1992 white wine, or some special blend like that' He looked back towards Rupert again. "Oh Death!!!" He said as he had a worried sweat. 'Does Rupert even like to drink? He's been my partner for fifteen years, no no, twenty years. No It's something between those numbers, which one of those. It has to be seventeen years.' He said as he was counting off of his fingers, while gripping the bottle of wine. "Mr. Rupert, do you like red wine?, or How long have we been partners?" He said as a nervous question towards Rupert to which were questions that he should both know the answer too.

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[I am Blasphemy]

Kohana bowed at the Death Scythe " Bonjour Monsieur Kingsley. " She seemed to be extremely formal with Mr. Kingsley and she wouldn't have it any other way. She then turned her attention back to Lord Death " Thank you for your time, I hope that I wasn't a bother. " She took a deep breath in in relief but...was this going to come back on her? would she have to avoid Mr. Khadri now? These questions now haunted her and she would have to be more on guard around him. She stepped back from Lord Death and Mr. Kingsley and decided to take her exit " Excusez-moi s'il vous plaît "

[[ Exit to Hallways ]]

 

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With a patience bespeaking of much experience in relation to his partners odd, if sometimes unorthodox
quirks, Rupert bit back a sigh. He hasn’t changed much in all these years.. As with eyes
unblinking, and stance unwavering, he offered a murmured reminder of the students actual name.
“Miss Kohana Remy…Re-my..” But with his usual touch of over confident enthusiasm, Death
managed not to hear him. Either that, or a case of selective hearing, something Rupert was long used
to. So much so it rarely troubled him, well not as much as the concept of drinking in the morning, and
out of the bottle no least. Caught off guard with the offer, he cast his partner an amused yet questioning
glance. “No thank you Shinigami-sama, I have students I still need to attend to…” He murmured with
an embarrassed cough as Kohana addressed him. “Good day to you too Miss Remy,” He replied with a
slight dip of his head. “Your presence has been missed in my class…” Rupert added with a slight smile
to take the edge off his words. “When you return, please join the first group along with your partner Mr
Sickek. He or another student, should be able to inform you of the task I‘ve set the class.” He informed
her in his smooth, reassuring tone. Offering her a gracious nod as she took her leave.

Turning then to his partner, Rupert paused to brush back his sheer white hair. Before studying him with
curious, yet enlightened eyes. “I can’t say I’m familiar with the year or the blend,” He smiled, having
noted his partners unusual attitude. Rupert wondered as to the route of Emonzaemon’s nerves, and
seeming insecurities. But rather than tackle it head on, he cast a second glance at his pocket watch. 8
minutes… Blinking at Death’s, Death, exclamation, he cast a quick hard glance at the room around
them, before turning back to his partner. “What’s one your…wine?” With a slight frown, he offered an
acceding nod. “I am indeed fond of wine, both red and white…though preferably later on in the day, or
during a picnic.” He informed his partner, but even then Rupert rarely drank for the concern of attack
or other matters. Preferring a clear mind, to the heady joy of alcohol some enjoyed. Either way, rather
than press the topic, with a quick calculation he answered Death’s second question. “18 years today, If
my calculations are correct,” He announced in a neutral tone, so not to mock his partner. “But on the
topic of today, I wonder if you know more about the trouble earlier? Also if you have any advice or
instruction concerning it..?” Rupert asked briskly, toeing the line of propriety in favour of focusing his
partner. “I have my suspicions, but I have little wish to make accusations without knowing the full
story.” He explained patiently, whilst casting a brief curious glance towards the mirror, wondering as to
Kohana’s visit.

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Esse quam videri.
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Partner: Death
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Docendo discimus.

 

[Caence]

Lord Death stroked the right side of his head with his index fingers, and middle finger bent. "Hmm...Very interesting." He said as he had a peak on his voice, and took another sip of wine from his bottle. "You sure it wasn't sixteen, or seventeen years? I think I would remember if it was..." He said as he moved his hand down to chin to scratch it. "I guess you're right..." He said as he sighed softly. "I can't believe is has been an entire transition from childhood, to adulthood since we have met. The fond...The fond memories." He said as he looked towards Sir Rupert, and drank out of the bottle. The bottle slowly pour out of the bottle, and down his throat. "Now, the bottle is empty." He said as he tossed the bottle lying around on the platform on top of a lot of books. He stood up slowly, and stretched his arms. "I'm ex-haust-ed." He said as he reached for the same dispenser that he received the other first bottle from, and pressed another button with his infamous mask on it. The bottle rolled down, and clanked when it hit the tray. He kept his eyes closed, as he reached for the bottle, he sang a little chant while he reached "Random Random Random Random Random. Let's see if there is a winner in the bottle, or not. Oh I wonder what year this endeavor is gonna be, whether it it is red, or white. It has the flavor flavor flavor." He said as he opened his eyes to look at the bottle. "Shini Shini Goro Blanc." He said as he held up the bottle's head towards his mouth, and received the cork into his mouth. He held it between his teeth, then shot it towards Sir Rupert with the strength of a slingshot. "I love the taste of 1980, you can taste it from the cork." The head reaching his lips, he took gulp of the wine. "You know this is the best year for White wine. You should get me some Bangers, and Mashers, Sir Rupert."

Lord Death said as he took another sip from the bottle, and then held it out towards him. "About the...Problem..." He rubbed his head fiercely. "I know everything that is worth mentioning at school. I just don't know the solution yet. Sometimes the solution is part of the problem. Without a problem, there is no reason to have a Solution. Why fix what isn't broken?" He removed his mask slowly, to reveal his true face. A man with golden eyes that look tired as the dickens, and of a man that hasn't slept well in months, or possible years. "I don't even know what I should do about the Kahdri problem. I thought he would make a wonderful teacher, and still think will be of beneficence to the students." Taking another sip of wine, he looked back up towards the cloud painted ceiling. "What is your view on this problem? I think the best course of action is too....I don't know." He said as he took another sip of wine, and blinked his eyes for a complete minute, and reopened them. "How bad are the students, and the nurse?"

 

[B i o N i g h t]

↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯

I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,...

" I knew it! I am a failure! " Just then, The nurse was at the entrance of Death-sama's room, sulking into her personality within her head. " I knew I shouldn't be late! Like he says, I am a Bad nurse! I will go bankrupt, live out on the streets and work as a merchant! " As if a spotlight just suddenly appeared at of no where and showered Corra in light, The nurse crumbled into a sitting position where she sat on her knees, but it didn't take long for her to suddenly appear at Death-sama's feet. " Oh Please Death-sama! Don't fire me! I love my job and I will even work over time! " Corra looked up at Death-sama with teary eyes and Suddenly turned away, to meet with the polished shoes of another teacher. Slowly looking up, her emerald eyes suddenly went wide and shocked as she saw the face of Rupert Kingsley. Quickly jumping up off the floor and shoved her hands in her pockets as if none of that ever happened, Corra let out a slight cough and began to speak. " I am a superb nurse, I don't think it would be a wise conclusion to fire me, that is all I am trying to put out. " However, in her head she was raging with tears and couldn't even decipher her own thoughts. Next came her glanced over her shoulder at Death-sama, and was even more shocked to see his mask was off. Never had he done this before and this was surely a sign of something. " Death-sama.... " Corra whispered to herself, slowly turning to him, and to try and change topics suddenly, she looked down at the wine bottle he was holding and smiled. " That is Shini Shini Goro Blanc, isn't it? " She asked and smiled softly, trying to avoid having her as the spotlight of being miserable to lose her job. All the possible outcomes of me getting fired, Oh goodness! I don't want to be fired. Maybe my outbreak cause more of a hatered for me! Oh no, why did I do that?! Well I was worried about my job and I was scared and- Oh I don't know, What ill happen to me?! Her thoughts kept on like that for a while, non-stop until her attention was brought back to Rupert. She knew his first name because he introduced himself using his first name when they met. Khadri only used his, well, last name. (Just had a scenario about it.) There were other teachers, but not as important as Rupert or Khadri. To be fully honest, I am not a highlighted person out there. People just come to me for injuries. Thats it. Possibly, It would be good fired... *Gasp* Wait, Why am I thinking like I have no friends?! I have friends! All over the place. In her head, she smiled widely as she started off on one. For a while, there was silence within her head, and suddenly, ended up crumpled on the floor again in the outside-the-head world, mumbling; " I have no friends.... "

I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl cries out for a friend.

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~{OCC:IM SO SORRY ITS SHORT!!! I will edit it if you want!}

 

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With a quirked eyebrow, Rupert paused to double check his calculations. “You, Shinigami-sama were 8
and I 15 when we partnered…I am now 33,” He murmured, not to fond of the thought that he was one
of the eldest in the Academy. But in the scheme of things, it was a minor concern, and one he wouldn’t
admit to any. Though in many ways they, no, he was lucky to have reached the age he had. Especially
considering their profession, where many died on their transition from Weapon to Death Scythe, and
One-Star to Three-Star Meister. With a glance to his partner, he wondered if Death shared such mortal
views. As with a smile, he nodded at the mention of memories. “Fond indeed,” Rupert nodded,
allowing a brief moment for reflection. “We have many more year to go yet…but maybe not so much
at the rate your drinking.” He grimaced, frowning down at the bottle and the mess. “These belong in
the Library…” Rupert muttered, eyeing the books. As with a frown he resisted the urge to tidy them up,
if only a little bit. If only I had the time…

But at the sound of clinking, his gaze returned to his partner. Eyes hardening slightly at the appearance
of more wine. “Now see here…” He breathed, but before he could utter another word, he neatly side
stepped the object thrown towards him. “Souda Emonzaemon, you go too far.” Rupert added sharply,
having narrowly resisted the urge to shoot the damned wine cork. But as soon as it came, his blazing
eyes abated with a sigh. “A meal of Sausages and Mashed Potato, are hardly a meal for this time of
day…” The Death Scythe explained with weary patience. “Either way, with the cafeteria closed for
repairs, you will likely have to wait until later this afternoon. But even then, I doubt I’d find any decent
grade sausages on this continent.” He sniffed. “If it wasn’t for certain laws, I would consider importing
some…but that would mean waiting.” He cast an amused eye towards Death. “I’m sure I could find a
way…if your truly wish for a decently made Bangers and Mash?” Rupert asked his partner, making a
point of pronouncing words in a proper way, that only true Englishman could. Though over the years,
he was sure he was having some effect over his partner. He glanced to the mess, whilst in others, he
was sure he never could.

At the proffered wine, he offered a polite yet firm, “No thank you.” As his gaze flickered briefly
towards the sounds of movement. Even here I sometimes doubt if we are truly safe… Rupert
mused, eyes narrowing slightly as he divided his attention between his partner and the newcomer.
Our luck may run out one day. Turning back to Souda, concern flashed in his eyes. But as soon as
it appeared, Rupert succumbed to his own stoic mask. You need to rest my friend. Even you cannot
be free to the needs of the flesh. But as much as he thought it, with the approach of another he
couldn’t voice it aloud. So after a purposeful stare and a searching glance, Rupert focused his mind on
more pressing matters. “Some problems need to be fixed, whilst others may yet be solved. But if
precautions are laid out, then maybe we’d be in need of neither.” Rupert mused, frowning slightly
when Death was too free with his words. “Mr Kahdri is a respectable man, and one who doesn’t suffer
fools lightly, and from what I know…” He paused thoughtfully. “We have a few students who tread too
freely over the lines of propriety and respect. Something that a teachers title alone should gain him, if
not by appearance, strength or reputation…” Rupert shook his head. “They know too little of the world
they’ve entered, and yet…they still walk blinkered in the confidence that they are invincible and know
it all.” He bit back a sigh. “It seems our example on the first day, failed to teach them the lesson we
intended. One that may be too late to learn, in…” Rupert clicked open his pocket watch. “Less than
fifteen minutes.” At the question about the nurse and the students, he frowned slightly. “There is
one…outwardly the boy seems okay, yet when I examined the scene of the incident…”

Whatever the Death Scythe was about to say next, was drowned out with the dramatic (if slightly
unorthodox) approach of another member of staff. Falling silent, Rupert decided she may serve as a
better witness if she happened to be the source of the bandages. Either way, her expertise might offer
another insight, he glanced down at his watch. If I have time enough to hear it…though it might also
prove fruitful to offer Mr Khadri a visit… Lost briefly in his thoughts, with a blink Rupert was
surprised to find her kneeling before him. Eyebrows rising slightly at her plea, he wore a slightly
bemused expression when she rose suddenly to her feet. Mind wondering as to route of her visit, and
why she might need firing over. But rather than comment on it, with a polite cough matching her own,
he offered a brief, “Good Morning Ms Fantôme.” Before his own gaze joining hers in studying his
partner. Hoping his brief words would be seen as an attempt to avoid her further embarrassment, rather
than an indication of dislike. But staff or not, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with her
witnessing Death like this. Troubled by her silence, with a pointed glance over her shoulder, he hoped
his partner would get the hint.

With a blink he was surprised to find her on the floor again, “Now now Ms Fantôme, if you will…” He
bent down slightly, offering her a hand to help her onto her feet. “It doesn’t do for a teacher of this
Academy to act so, even in private. Have confidence in yourself Ms Corra, for your presence here is
needed as much as my own.” Rupert offered her a reassuring smile. “But rather than worry about the
conclusion, maybe Death-sama or I could offer you assistance with the root of your concerns?” The
Death Scythe added smoothly, glancing to his partner. All things are connected…


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Esse quam videri.
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Partner: Death
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Docendo discimus.

 

[Caence]

Lord death put the mask over his face again, and he now looked very energetic, compared to how he looked without his death mask. He looked like a while different person. He held the wine head to his mouth and began to gulp the rest of the white wine. Taking about ten seconds, he finish his second bottle of wine for the morning, and tossed it right next to the other ones. A massive pile of wine bottles sitting on the outside of the platform, one could estimate near thirty, or forty bottles. "Yes it is the Shini Shini Goro Blanc, How did you know? " He said as he looked towards Nurse Fantome. "You're not gonna get fired, unless you're a junkie. You were just doing your job." He said as he scratched his head near the right corner of the mask. "Now, please tell me on the conditions of the students that happen to have an interaction with Kahdri. As long as they are ok, that is the only thing that matters." Death, then turned his attention towards Sir Rupert. "I decided on what is gonna be the next course of action. Kahdri is gonna need a teaching assistance. Someone that is gonna watch over him, and make sure he wouldn't do anything he'll regret." He turned towards the both of them moving his head. "I also have another idea, we use Kahdri as purely a weapon for the DWMA, send him out on those missions that are too tough for our students, and not important enough for the ultimate team to do." He said with a smile as he held a thumbs up towards Rupert in a dorky manner, and swiftly with back to talking. "If Kahdri goes as far to seriously hurt another student to the point where they are needed to go to the infirmary. I'll label him as a Kishin egg, and I'll take him down myself." He said as he looked towards the two of them serious. "I decided that I'm gonna keep him as a teacher here, Rupert will you do me the favor of telling Kahdri he is not allowed to serious injure a student again. Or, I'll banish him."

 

[B i o N i g h t]

↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯

I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,...

The day Rupert was kind to Professor Fantôme Would be a great day indeed. The woman who was so tragically hurt by the scare of being terminated so quickly from her job became something more like a bad nightmare for an instant. Corra's mind had went blank and evil monsters where making her scream and fidget, and as she tried to run away from them, a light came piercing through. She dashed toward it and found herself taking the hand of Mr. Rupert. The man was, indeed, handsome, but never had he even spoke to her until now. Every time she tried talking with anyone at the Damned Academy, they either ignored her, or just payed no mind to her(For Instance, Rupert.) It was also a first to be treated with such kindness out of a teacher than Death-sama himself. She took a moment to inhale the moment in, and catch her fluttery breath, then exhaled a deep sigh, letting her nerves come back to the sneakiest part of her body.

When Corra actually got into the conversation from many drifting comments around her drama, she suddenly caught on to what the two where discussing about Khadri and the violence he has caused. She gets the fact that Khadri wanted to murder the boy because of his Ignorance, but she couldn't even allow that kind of violence around her, and she couldn't just let it go on with her knowing. She was glad to have stopped it, but it wasn't enough. Corra always thought if she could be brave just like all the teachers, being as cool, collected, and similar to them. She had that face, but there was three personalities to her, either the one she had on now, which was clumsy, nervous, and basically a wretch of emotions. One where she just puts on this cloak of cool, collect, gentle personality that all the students loved and enjoyed, and she did as well. She took that side of her as her main one. The last one is when she is in battle, which is just a side indescribable to most, with the only thing that catches the eyes of viewers is her eyes are of pure hate. Some could consider that a side that takes all the insanity in her body and releases it to cleanse her body. That is the hypothesis for when she comes back from a battle, she is all ditzy and happy. But Khadri had one face that Corra new: This cool, yet evil presence of hatred for everyone that passed his way. Sometimes watching him walk around hurts Corra's heart. However, there was a growing interest in that man. She had no clue why there was anything that sparked in her about him, but it sure gave her this presence of pure fascination, wanting to know more about him.

Corra pulled herself up by the help of Mr. Rupert and dusted herself off, then turned her head to Death-sama, getting the vibe of a threat to Mr. Khadri. When he asked her the question of the students, she didn't have time to say their condition once he said what he would do to Khadri. He would banish him? Corra's eyes widened slightly from that comment, but it wasn't anything new to suspect. However, This Professor had more tests to conduct on that man to find out who he was. Snapping back to reality, Corra took at attention casually and began the report. " There were three students involved when Mr. Khadri came around. I first met up with Mr. Khadri to talk to him, but I just couldn't pull up anything to say, so he began to turn away. But then, he was caught by this stud- Giota Sickek, Came up to him and was infuriated at Mr. Khadri for the destruction of the cafeiteria. Mr. Khadri was uneffect by his comments and Just as he was about to brush off the comments, Another stude-, Jimmy Lockehart, If I remember, started insulting Mr. Khadri and his name and this infuriated Mr. Khadri, so he grabbed the boy by one hand and began to crush his head with his hand, charging up a soul Wavelength into the boy's skull that would have killed him. I stopped the fighting momentarily using my weapon and was prepared to take down Mr. Khadri. This soon made a large commotion and Mr. Khadri stopped completely and slammed the boy's head against the ground, cracking. Right now, he need imminent medical attention or else the fracture will effect his brain and cause him to eventually die. The boy, Jimmy, and Giota Escaped from me and now I can't find them. That is why I am here. I need the location of Jimmy Lockehart. " Professor Fantôme leaned to her side and placed her hands into her lab coat pockets and sighed, with a look of total seriousness. It was time for the boys to become men and show themselves. Suddenly, Corra was reminded of something strange she felt with the boy Jimmy. " I also want to have permission to test Mr. Lockehart in his Insanity levels. I have a strange suspicion that there is something odd with him. "

I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl cries out for a friend.

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~{OCC:Sorry for the long wait!}