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 Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:10 pm
At the cry that comes from out of nowhere, one brow raises, before Miyoko simply steps to one side, a neat movement, and reaches down with her free hand to smack the falling figure as it nears the ground.
Yeah. Lovely, ne? The things that just fall of the sky these days.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:13 pm
Of course, when sidestepped, where one might expect a shunpo, or something else cool, no no, she faceplants right into the mats on the floor, and partially through them. When the figure gets back up, she has one first raised, with rather comically large tears running down her cheeks, and sparkling eyes...
"You dodged that magnificent attack, even on such short notice! You are truly my dear friend..such skill, such agility! And you even managed a counterattack! Why must you be so cool?"
Yeah, she looks ridiculous, whoever she is..but the weird thing is, she's wearing an instructor's uniform...hoo boy. So there's a crazy teacher. Incredibly crazy. Either that or she's just on so much caffiene, she can't sit still.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:17 pm
If you've ever seen someone physically sweatdrop? She gets awful damn close. There's a moment when her brow seems to twitch, before she turns, full volume on the teacher on the floor.
"Ai-chan!HowmanytimeshaveItoldyounottodropinonmelikethatinthemiddleofaclass!?" she reaches forward, tugging the woman's hat down over her eyes, preparing to do the classic stomp, before suddenly becoming aware of her class again, shaking her head in that slow, exaggerated style.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaa~ Ai-chan, next time, I swear, I'll throw you back out the way you came in!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:21 pm
"You're so mean to meeeeee. I just wanted to see how you were doing..I can't help it if I'm so enthusiastic with a chance to get the drop on my greatest rival!"
She gives her pointy little grin under the hat, before raising it back up above her eyes and blowing a breath. She's actually kind of cute, almost too cute, in fact, when she's not dropping like a savage demon from the ceiling beams. Then again, whoever's seen a teacher with a red pointy hat leaping from the ceiling before? On that note, whoever's seen a teacher with a red pointy hat at all?
"You're in the middle of a class..? Oh, I hadn't even noticed..wow, there ARE people here! That's so awesome. When did you become a teacher? Heeeee, you're an old lady like me now! You'll die lonely and unmarried, like I will! Ohhh..that's a terrible thing to think about.."
She sniffles and flops on the floor and looks despondant...this woman can switch moods faster than a messed up thermostat switches temperatures..
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:23 pm
Miyoko's head drops almost dejectedly, before she plants one foot in the middle of Ai-chan's head, and pushes her backward onto the ground, not forcefully, just enough.
"Yes, I'm in the middle of class, no, I'm not going to die alone and unmarried, we're already dead!" her hand plants against her own forehead, and she runs it down her face.
"Do you mind if I get back to class already!?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:28 pm
"We can still DIE yanno. I mean, it may take foreverandeverandeverandeverandeverandeverandeverandeverand.."
Does this woman even BREATHE? Apparently not, because she just keeps going without taking a single breath, and her voice tone doesn't seem to change at all..she must have had good training in breathing somewhere along the line..
"..everandeverandeverandever! But! That's why it's so painful because we're old for a looooooooong time! So being old and unmarried is eternal! We'll be old maids for the rest of our nearly eternal lives! It..it's so sad..I'm like a tragic book heroine..all alone, with her one friend who is so cruel to her.."
And she poses and looks up at the sky, her eyes going huge and sparkly, while, at least in her own head, a light from heaven shines down on her, putting her in a spotlight..at least in her own little world..
"Yet I will persevere! I will win and I will succeed! I will work hard, because someone with my beauty can never truly be alone forever! Yes! I will stand and I will fight, and I will win! I will have the greatest life!"
And then she stands, doing a total 180 in attitude, pointing at the other teacher, while assuming a proud pose, and that evil grin once again..one can almost feel the flames behind her, outlining her firey will..and then..it all just sort of dies as Aichou does what she does best.
"Uh..what were we talking about again? Oooh. I lose interest so fast..oh! Anyway, go ahead and teach. I'll uh..just sit and observe or something. My class isn't set up yet, and I have nothing to do. You don't mind right? Great! Thanks!"
and she bounds over to a corner and sits down, reaching into her instructor's robe for pocky..
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 11:31 pm
And then what happens?
Yep.
Miyoko faceplants on the floor, tipping over and banging her head against the floor.
"Kami-sama save me from this madness."
Raising her head then, looking over to Aichou.
"Yes, you can stay, you have to be quiet, you have to not move, and not do anything but breathe, and eat your pocky." and then, eyes turning back to her students. If they're staring, they get yelled at. If not, they get yelled at anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:26 pm
...Something is wrong here. Some thing seemed to have come loose in Rikous brain. For a few brief moments the world made sence. He was to be paired up with a sparing partner and practice movements... and then... oh well.
Rikou smiled clapped his hands together and looked at Keiji, "Well lets start, we wouldent want to hold up the class now would we?" The Soul Society was always a strange place, and getting stranger, but that was what made being dead such a wonderful experience.
Someday the strangly random things that happened around him would make sence. It would probably also be the day he would recieve a terrible blow from a large blunt object, but until then Rikou is perfectly content to remain blissfully unaware of the hows and whys of the world.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:41 pm
Haro listened to the sensei's instructions intently and he smiled slightly as he spun the double scythe in his hands, he wasn't one hundred percent on what the teacher wanted, by the sound of it, she wanted them to do something like, slow motion sparing so that they could learn eachother's skills. He just shrugged his shoulders and he walked over to Mai, grinning as he took a bow infront of her. "Hello Mai...pleased to meet you, I'm Haro." He said with a grin, though she already knew he figured he would introduce himself anyways.
His attention however was slightly pulled away from Mai as the person came crashing down from the ceiling towards the sensei and he shook his head. He had already seen the sensei's power, he doubted such an attack would strike her, expectially with the sloppyness of the yell as she attacked. He almost laughed as he looked at them, but kept his face streight, he had been staring slightly and he just shook his head slightly turning back to Mai. "Well then, shall we?" He asked with a smile, readying his wooden scythe.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 3:27 pm
Karite quickly jumped back when a scene was being performed in the front. He laughed a little to loud perhaps but quickly brushed it off. He smiled at Takara and gently brushed her shoulder on his way to go see Yojimbo. As he turned he heard yelling from the front again and what he had hoped were actual words coming from Miyoko-sensei, but was not sure, but what really caught his eye was the red pointy hat. "What the heck is going on!?" Karite said rolling his jaw up off the floor. Once again he found himself lost at the aw of some people. So he ignored and stood in front of Yojimbo. "How you doing? I am Karite. I guess I will be your sparing partner."Karite said sticking a hand out to form a friendly beginging.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:08 pm
Takara watched, slightly put off, as their sensei was attacked by a girl wearing a red hat. The sight, although a bit odd, was amuzing; however, there were more important things to do, like slow motion training with her partner. So, deciding to ignore the scene, Takara moved towards Megumi, glancing behind her at Karite.
"Yoroshiku," Takara nodded towards him/her (she could not tell) while giving her best regards.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:56 pm
(OOC: Yes, meet Aichou, teacher of the Shikai Class. This is what Soul Society gets when I watch Naruto, Bleach, FLCL, and some Guilty Gear late at night, and combine the worst insane traits of Maito Gai, Anko, Kurosaki Isshin, Haruko, and I-No. Fear!)
Megumi smiles at his partner, and bows a sweet bow. Up close, it IS possible to tell it's a male in that outfit; while it may be possible for it to be a small breasted woman, it's open enough that the muscle structure shows Megumi as being male. He reaches into his uniform and hands the young lady a flower. It's not a rose, no..he didn't bring any of those with him, what he hands her is a clover. It isn't really a 'flower' per se, but in the flower language, a clover means 'Good Luck'.
Megumi steps back after this, and brushes his hair from his eyes with a warm smile. Lords, the boy is beautiful. He stretches a bit, then salutes with his wooden weapon..he tries to put the oddity of the pointy-headed woman with the pocky fetish out of his mind. It's not his business, and some of his family is just as odd. Then again, he's dressed as a WOMAN. He can't be all normal himself.
"So..what exercise would you prefer to do with me first?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:07 pm
Keiji smiles his gentle smile, his eyes closed making his expression seem even more warm as he nods to the young gentleman in front of him. He gives a short, but not truly informal bow..he's crossing somewhere between informal and formal, one might call it 'casual'. He doesn't want to seem overwhelmingly polite, yet he doesn't want to seem rude either. Easygoing is really what he's radiating. It's good for putting a body at ease.
"Ah..Rikou, was it..? I truly doubt we could hold anything that occurs up in the grand scheme of things. Truthfully, I welcome the diversion that just occured. It was quite surprising, and the source of great amusement. That woman seems to be vibrant and full of life and enthusiasm, wouldn't you say? Ah, I hope I remain as I am as time goes by."
Keiji nods then, and swings his wooden weapon once more, looking at it almost abysmally..
"I fear that over the years, I've lost some of my prowess. Old age will do that to you, you know..I'll confess, I'm more adept in the Arts than I am with blades.."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:15 pm
Miyoko stood after several moments, her expression moving out across the students as they moved into their positions. They were all going to do well, she had that feeling. Of course, they'd find her class a little different than that of Ugu's. Mainly, because her class wasn't nearly so easy to pass. But she had confidence in his judgment, and knew that he had passed those that were capable.
One hand reaching upward to lazily toss her hair back from her eyes, she glanced toward Aichou, before glancing back toward the students. She had to remain focused on watching them. After several moments, she moved down off the small platform area, and into the main bulk of the students. She would be weaving through them quietly as they introduced themselves, and began.
This would be a good learning experience for all of them, that was for certain.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:19 pm
Aichou, for her part, remained in the corner with her pocky, mewing or making an occasional 'Nyan' sound like a contented kitten, and for the life of anyone, it would be hell to tell she was anything but absolutely psychotic. Still, in those rare off moments, and it was very brief..so brief that someone not looking for it and looking very specifically would miss it..those beady little red eyes flit from student to student, taking in each and every measure. All she'd give anyone was a smile, but the fact of the matter was, deep down, she wasn't as psychotic as she made out..or, alternatively, she was psychotic, but by no means dense, stupid, or as absent-minded as she claimed. No, she was paying VERY close attention, in her own way..
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