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"I do not even know myself. I have not seen the teacher yet, I am starting to doubt such a thing exists. We have all been waiting for a while so for the time being we are all chatting and setting up. I am new here, my name is Suzu, its nice to meet you."

Stated Suzu, playing with her hair over her shoulder by the girls reaction she caught her looking, however she would be so embarassed if she explained why, it might just be best to move on and pretend that it never happened. She looked towards the door. She just wanted class to start, meeting people was okay, however she was getting bored and restless. She hated waiting for something to happen.

So many pretty girls, competition was tough in this class for sure. However so many handsome men to look at. Its not like the class lacked in prizes. She chuckled, looking back at the boy she asked to help her, a small blush on her face. Man Suzu, concentrate!

( sorry 1am, small post phail )

Her dark, nearly-black eyes glinted mischievously. After reapplying her makeup, Ishtar felt much, much more like her old self. Her casual, sophisticated mask was back on.

"Oh, and you can call me Ishtar." It wasn't Ish's born name, but it was one that she felt the most comfortable using. After all...her old self, Mirit, was gone. Like a certain blue-skinned Persian Lunarian.

"Ishtar Numair...and I'm pleased to meet you as well."

"And did you say there's no teacher...?" Ishtar tried to hide the surprise in her voice. She put on a bored expression and placed the powder brush back on the table. "Hm...then I suppose we can have some fun here, right? Oh, here's your stuff. Mind if I borrow your blade for a minute, Suzu?"

Ish had handled hundreds of knives, and she could tell that Suzu's was a good one. Testing the edge with her thumb, Ishtar lazily glanced around the classroom again.
My, there were some adorable Lunarians here. If anything, I suppose this class could help get my mind off of things...Ishtar mused, eyes now focused on a two tall, rather attractive Lunarians. One was red-haired and dark-skinned, while the other was dark blue-haired and pale-skinned. Complete opposites, they were semi-conversing at a work station.

Ish wasn't really a person for words, deep down. She preferred to show her feelings through actions. Maybe that's where she went wrong with Jianyu---where she tried to explain herself through words instead of actions, where she tried to be someone she was not. Where with Jianyu, she had failed miserably.

But now I could use some distractions...Ishtar thought mischieviously.
"Suzu, I suppose we can have a lot of fun here without a teacher, don'tcha think?"
Turning towards the two male Lunarians at the work-station, the ones that had caught her eye, Ishtar raised Suzu's knife.
With one deft, swift motion, she threw the knife.
It whistled through the air, before burying it's tip into a wooden cabinet---
Straight in between the two boys.

Ishtar grinned and waved.
"You guys need something to chop with, am I right?"



***OOC: Sorry for the previous super-short post. I was hungry. "^^ And yay! Food fight...but Ish hates getting messy. (;***

“Ah, um,” Kotone took rushed steps as she followed after the cat who took off with the ball of yarn. In the reality of this unexpected event she was not at all sure what she was doing and should do. The cat had run up Eiji's shoulder and Kotone thought the cat would maybe jump back down and run off out of the classroom. This, and somehow forgetting she and the cat were connected via the yarn's string to the scarf in her hand, lead up to her being bewildered for a brief instant as a yank from behind prompted her to stop and shift her arms up to tug in wonder and sudden remembrance of the scarf she was holding. When she then took backward steps as she looked back, she took in a sharp breath in surprise to see the scarf ended up being wrapped around Eiji's head.

"Ah, um, Sir, Sir Eiji, I-I'm so sorry," she stuttered her apology to him, but then the sight of his scarf-wrapped head drew an amused sound from her all of a sudden, bright laughter that was clear despite only having lasted a short moment before she had turned it into a combination of little restrained chuckles and smiles. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm laughing. I'll t-take it off," Kotone tugged the scarf, still not thinking straight.

Her elbow hit the bottom of a bowl held behind her, surprising a pair of female students and sending the dried soba noodles flying from the impacted bowl held by one partner to collide with the face of the other partner.

Kotone had gasped, letting go of her hold on her knitted work, "I-I'm very sorry."

She was further taken aback by the grin in reply to her. "Food fight,” were the two merry words issued challengingly. The student that had been hit launched the dried soba noodles that had landed in her bowl at Kotone.

Kotone ducked, leaving Eiji in the way of the dried-soba-noodle-cluster missile. However, when Kotone turned her head to check if the missile had struck Eiji, she was taken by surprise by the yet-to-be-hit student of the pair having poured the dried seaweed that was the remaining contents of the impacted bowl on her where she was crouched after the dodge, another gasp drawn out from her lips. The two female students fled further into the class-suddenly-turned-battlefield after having dropped what was left of what they were holding in cheery escape.

Dodging, aiming, training. These three words were triggered in Kotone's eccentric mind in response to this occurrence. And, when Kotone is issued a training challenge, she is very, very much inclined to accept regardless of tossing her common sense to the wind.

With another chuckle and grin, she had picked up a fallen cluster of dried soba noodles and enthusiastically hurled it toward the escaping pair. However, it ended up missing the runaways and the missile was now hurtling toward Zhenzhu.

At this point Eiji was far from amused. Not once but twice his damn cat caused him troubles. He began to wonder why he even woke up this morning. Bed was sounding really good about now, he started to regret not rolling over and staying in it.

What probably made the situation, not necessarily worse but definitely more annoying, was the laughing and chuckling that accompanied it. Yes he might have found the situations funny if it was not his own head that was currently being wrapped around by a scarf. If his face was visible one would be able to tell his current feelings towards the entire thing. Sumu wasn’t helping by being difficult during the little “devious” act. As the female lunarian tugged Eiji’s body bent forward just a bit, before waving his arms frantically. ”Wai- hold u- stop!! You’ll end up tearing this thing off my head, I’ll do it....” Eiji grumbled out as he unwrapped the scarf from his head as the weight of her pulling had stopped.

By this time the chain of events was set in motion and Sumu was to be no part of it. Jumping off of Eiji’s shoulder he jumped up to a high cabinet and remained out of the war zone that was about to emerge. ”God damn ca-” As Eiji was about to finish his sentence, and throwing down the scarf in the girls direction, he was rudely interrupted and hit square in the face with dried-soba noodles. Remaining, frozen, in his action pose for a few moments, proceed what just happened, Eiji held his tongue and his anger grew.

Cleaning off his face Eiji looked to see what exactly happened and what need was there for himself to get hit with dried noodles. In front of him he noticed the girl with the yarn got dried seaweed dumped on her and the outbreak of a food fight. ”HAY!” Eiji shouted, ”I think you need to add some noodles with that!” He shouted as he balled the dried-noodles in his hand and chucked it at the girls head.

”HAY!”

Hearing Eiji’s voice had her turn her head to check on him again. She’d looked just in time to see him prepare and then throw the noodles at her. She was slightly surprised but recovered promptly so that she had been able to swipe her hand, deflecting most of noodles coming at her downward as she closed her eyes and turned her head momentarily as a precaution for when the rest hit her.

After that, she looked toward Eiji again but rather than with concern like before, she looked at him with an optimistic zeal in battling with him. “Here’s a counterattack, Sir Eiji,” Kotone called out with her voice energetically in her habit of informing opponents of her intents to attack as she again reused previously thrown soba noodles and dried seaweed, gathering as much as her hands could and launching them at him with an upward bend for prep ending with her hands beside her head for a moment and then a forward release by the unfurling of her arms to let loose her ammunition at him. Evidently she was having too much fun in this training event.

”What?! This was not an invitation for you to give it back to me!” Eiji shouted as he grabbed for the nearest bowl to use as he shielded himself from the oncoming food. This was not how he intended on spending his day. Not that he doesn’t enjoy a good food fight, he’d just prefer to not have gotten hit first thing. Eiji ran over towards one of the counter that held most of the supplies and grabbed a bag of flower. ”Time to get messy everyone!” he shouted as he tossed the bag into the air before delivering a roundhouse kick to it, kicking it a bit away from his foot as it broke open, sprinkling it’s flour everywhere.

He now needed more ammunition. No way in hell would be let himself get involved as a target without doing some targeting of his own. Reaching behind him he found a fruit bowl which homed several kinds of fruits used for seasonings Grabbing the first thing that came into view his first projectile of choice was one of the kabosu from one of the smaller bowls. The bright green fruit fit perfectly into his hand. Looking up at the cabinet that Sumu took shelter in Eiji called out, ”You’re a traitor you know that?” Sumu had no comment and remained hidden in a large mixing bowl.

Lightly tossing the fruit in the air he looked for his victim, before tossing things blindly. Turning back to the crowd he seemed to be in time to witness a bit of showing off the blue hair lunarian did with a knife, intentional or not. Huang.. Huang... something.. Eiji wasn’t really paying much attention when Zhong mentioned his name earlier. To him he was just another lady in the sea of women, though his knife skills might be enough to make Eiji think otherwise. Let’s see how good your skills really are “pretty boy”. he thought as he prepared his throw; his target was the head of Huang. Who seemed to have lost that bit of a warriors edge that might have regained his manhood in Eiji’s eyes. ”Hay!” Eiji shouted loud enough to be heard across the room, ”You might have some of these ladies convinced you’re a man and your knife skills might have saved you one but your dumbfounded expression proves them all to be just for show! Lets see if you have any balls to prove me wrong! With that he pulled his arm back and threw the bright green fruit at Huang’s head.

Zhen didn't get a chance to see if she hit her mark as she had to duck wildly to avoid getting hit in the face by flying potato slices. It looked like the quiet boy that had been hanging around had finally decided to get involved. She hoped dimly that the instructor didn't show up anytime soon.

"You throw like a GIRL!" she taunted, forgetting present company and moving to hurl jam back at him. She reared back- and got a face full of exploding flour. Shaking her head in a vain attempt to keep it out of her eyes, Zhen found herself sneezing and stumbling until she ended up banging her head on a cabinet door.

"I've been hit!" she cried, painting some red jam across her forhead as she tried to dust the flour off. The goo mixed with the flour and noodles already in her bangs, making her 'battle wound' look particularly fearsome. Remembering herself, she paused, scrubbing the flour out of her eyes and getting a good look around the room. The situation was, to say the least, getting a bit out of hand. Her inner adult was pretty sure that this was NOT the kind of first impression she wanted her instructor to walk into, but at the moment, she seemed to have let that little voice go in one ear, out the other.

Moving to duck behind a workstation, she surveyed the battlefield cooly.

It couldn't have been planned more perfectly. Huang dodged a fruit thrown at him by Eiji and then, miraculously, Yue Lao managed to hit him with... noodles? She'd thrown noodles? She was howling with mad laughter, the kind that would make people step just a little further away from her. Her hand was slimy and disgusting from grabbing wet noodles, but she just wiped it on the arm of the closest person. Why not? It was a food fight. Except her mistake was taking her eyes off Huang for the retaliation. She immediately took a potato to the shoulder, which admittedly stung. "HEY now, my projectile was SQUISHY, Huang!" Yue protested. She'd managed to lose sight of him in the fray, though, and resolved to simply take her vengeance on the next suitable Lunarian. Yue grabbed a bowl of what appeared to be more noodles, and leapt up onto the tables. She'd seen not only Zhen, but also Suzu, dive behind workstations. Minding the slippery, filthy surfaces, she leaped from workstation to workstation, a prime target. But it was all worth it. With a battlecry, she peered over the workstation at Suzu and dropped a single noodle onto the girl's head, cackling with laughter.

Yue swooped away, again, darted off the workstations and back on top of them. She threw the noodles haphazardly, one by one, flinging them at whoever, until she reached the station she'd seen Zhen duck behind. Yue kneeled, leaned over the lip of the workstation and drew a finger across Zhen's battle wound, bringing it to her mouth.
"Your blood tastes delicious, Zhen," grinning, upside down. Yue immediately rolled over and dropped off the workstation to avoid her a** being a target. She crept behind Zhen's workstation hiding place and sat there, grinning and panting. That was a lot of acrobatics, and the chaos she had been craving. Yue still had a fistful of soggy noodles, but she didn't seem to care. Her face was spattered with fruit and flour, and there was a noodle piece plastered to her left cheek. "Time to assess the battle," Yue said to Zhen, explaining her presence.