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A Delinquent's Tourney: Who is the strongest?; CLOSED
Topic Started: Sep 14 2015, 06:55 AM (364 Views)
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Morning. Classroom D-E 2. Students sat loudly at their desks, throwing paper airplanes and spitballs at each other (made much easier by the circle of desks format meant to help them "bond.")

Lula the rabbit absentmindedly played with a pencil she had found on a windowsill earlier. She was always told she needed pencils, pens, erasers for her classes, having to be "studious" and whatnot. But Lula didn't take notes. She only knew how to write the most bland, blunt, and short sentences anyway. What point was there to taking notes if they weren't actually helpful in the long run? Who cares about so and so animal if it was only native to whats-it-called land, Mr. Scary Professor Disect Things?

Many of the other students in the classroom actually thought the same way, thinking that Shibusen was just an easy ride to political power or forced there by their parents for one reason or another, or that they genuinely didn't believe they needed to take notes for whatever reason. This reasoning all came because they were all delinquents. Well not all. It was split about half and half in the classroom of Tried and True delinquents, and students with broken or chaotic souls or wavelengths -- just perfect for the teacher's personality.

Ms. Lunch was a very nice woman. A very, very nice woman. She was nice, patient and understanding. She always smelled like rosewater and brought extra snacks and goodies to the teacher's lounge (delinquents only knew this because... they were delinquents.) Some may say she developed this outrageously nice personality because of her potent healing wavelength. Others said that her wavelength had transformed itself to match her radiant personality. However, Others may be proven wrong by the fact that Ms. Lunch was not the perfect woman and teacher.

Ms. Lunch had a little bit of a... wild side. While her appearance never atually changed, there was true fear struck into a delinquent's heart as they saw into Ms. Lunch's heart when they finally, finally, after many tries and eggings, finally, after incident after incident, spitball after paper airplane, finally made Ms. Lunch snap. And that was threatening to happen any moment on this fateful day in the classroom...

"Children, children please. Please calm down. There's really no reason to be acting like this. I know it's morning, and all of you are tired or grumpy, but--" Ms. Lunch started, before being rudely interrupted by a wad of paper thrown at her face. She gritted her teeth and effortlessly caught the offending weapon, resisting the urge to glare at her class. She had no idea who threw the wad -- it could have been anyone in the "bad" side of her classroom. "Please calm-" Another paper. Another catch.

"We don't wanna listen to this shit anymore! Just let us out of this boring class so I can smoke or something, hag!" A large, intimidating bully of a delinquent let out from the corner of the circle of desks. The whole class had put him as the Strongest in the class, feeling great fear and respect for the tattooed and threatening 18 year old teenager. (Well maybe one guy didn't think anything of him at all.)

Ms. Lunch looked like she might boil herself attempting to stay calm. But none of that really mattered to Lula. The only thing she was doing was absentmindedly playing with the pencil and keeping one ear open to her surroundings. The Strong One spoke up, yelling at the teacher for this reason or that. The only important thing to the rabbit was the fact that he was standing up to the teacher (as he was wont to do.) Every time he did this, Lula kept track of the rest of the class' reaction. They seemed to be in support. The Strong One was clearly the pack leader in the classroom.

Now if only Lula could find a way to use him to get what she wanted.

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Chelsea was indeed on the delinquent half of the classroom as he had not papers, notes, pencils or anything of value. But while all the other more immature delinquents were throwing paper and spitballs and being just out right dumb. Chelsea kept to himself with a grimace on his face. A true delinquent doesn't have to shout his name out our beat his chest is if he were some sort of simian primate trying to ascertain dominance. When it came down to it, the true display of a delinquent is how well they can back their smack talk. Well Chelsea never really screamed or argued unless it was to interact with someone else. But that only happens if they talk to him first. By now Chelsea had made it his rule to not be the one to draw attention and not seek anything out himself. He just sat on the sidelines and scowled instead.

And how he scowled as the big tattooed one once again started beating his chest. Cue the cheering. In the end these delinquents were just like the other students. Just that they want to look badass about not caring. These idiots were grating on Chelsea's nerves cause they were just all talk. So then came the cheering once more as his teacher looked ready to pop a blood vessel. It was a bit curious though. While Chelsea was a delinquent, teachhers were never really scared of him. This was more so due to his hands off approach. He may show up to class but he'd look away, try everything he can to not participate and yet if he was called upon to read from a book or give out an answer. He'd oblige to keep the class going. It was just his temperament when it came to other students, since his answers despite never taking notes were usually correct.

But right now the teacher was unable to do her class. But as we had just discussed before. Chelsea was completely neutral on the matter. As the students argued and the teacher tried to coral them. He'd side with neither. He didn't give any fucks whatsoever. So of course the situation started escalating as the students started jumping and hollering. The first day of class and yet everyone was so rambunctious? Nah more like fuckboys. At this point, Chelsea made note of how Ms. Lunch's hair started to float as her fingers dug straight through the desk she was holding onto. That's when a chill... no more like a strike of lightning made his way down his back.

*CRASH*

Then there was the flipped table. Well my apologies, that's more of an understatement. The big podium desk that was made of concrete and attached directly to the floor by bolts and other incredibly strong mechanisms was now missing. Well not missing, everyone saw it flying it out a nearby window which caused everyone to shut up and look towards the teacher at the center of the room. At this moment no one could tell what her face was like and they swore they could see smoke coming out of her mouth. Well that's what they said they would say if anyone asked.

OI YOU BLATHERING SACK OF CUNT. SO RILED UP YOU GOTTA GIT OUT ALL THESE INTERNAL HORMONES? THEN HOW'S ABOUT WE HAVE BLOODY FOOKING FIGHT? MAYBE YOU'LL SHUT UP AND LISTEN ONCE YOU'RE DONE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER?!"

At this moment Ms. Lunch reverted back to her friendly motherly caring side as she blushed and covered her face spouting many monologues about how she showed such and unattractive side to herself but all of that mumbling was drowned out by cheers from the class as they were more than happy to beat the snot out of each other to ascertain dominance. So Ms. Lunch went ahead and started writing up the brackets. Unfortunately for Chelsea he was put on the opposite bracket of the tattooed guy. A shame he really wanted to beat his face in. Guess this meant he'd have to make it to the finals if he wanted a chance to shut the primate up for good. Either way it'll be fun to get everyone to shut up for once. At this point Ms. Lunch allowed everyone to partner up. The room had an uneven amount weapons and meisters which was fine. Chelsea didn't need anyone.
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Now one may say that the concrete podium was hurled out of the class through the window. But they would be incorrect. However tall Shibusen's windows were, they weren't incredibly wide (instead going for that ominous church style.) And of course no one would expect a podium to angle itself perfectly in the air whilst flying at an inhumane velocity to perfectly shatter the window and none of the drywall around it. Which is exactly what they did. A much larger crash than acknowledged shook seemed to shake the very earth as the concrete podium crashed through the wall and into the ground below.

And it left Lula shaking. She had never heard teachers doing things like this. Maybe she should have. Mr. Disect Scary Man Professor was scary. Her other professors were boring at worst. Maybe all teachers were bad? She took a minute or three, using the time the teacher was explaining, regulating her human breath with her useless human lungs, clutching at her chest. That teacher could kill her, but it seemed she was being nicer now... maybe she wasn't at threat of death? Hopefully. That would have been the least desired outcome.

But for the rabbit, it seemed straight out of the pan and into the coffeemaker (so to speak?) The class erupted in applause, in screaming in yelling, in all sorts of things that made Lula flop her ears in on themselves and groan. Why did humans have to... party about every little single redundant thing? Humans are such oft-celebratory scum. Nothing even happened! Rabbits don't celebrate just because nothing happened! That's what happened to rabbits everyday... besides possibly celebrating the escape of a predator's clutches? Which, luckily, Lula never had to face. Was that what they were partying about...?

Maybe humans really could be understood.

NOT!!!

They were apparently corralling, hooting, hollering and being just plain annoying because the teacher gave in to their wishes. Really and truly? Humans are the worst. The teacher started writing up a tourney on the board, humming as she did so, looking sweet again... not that it mattered to Lula. What mattered was the fact that her name was half-written on the board as her ears reversed and her DANGER! senses went on end. "MS. LUNCH."

The teacher stopped immediately, slightly surprised at the otherwise aloof student speaking up. "Is there an issue Lowe?"

"Yes. I would like to partner up with him." She pointed at the tattooed, chest beating, bumbling buffoon human bully man. The bully went to protest, or maybe not? He seemed surprised nonetheless, but the teacher started beaming before erasing all of the current names.

"YES! That's a wonderful idea YES! This just won't be a bloodthirsty tourney for no reason! It's a partnering exercise. It will let me know..." she began re-scribbling names again, starting with Lula and whatever his name was man. "You all can tell me how comfortable you are with partnering, and if not that's fine! I won't force you! But... Lula tuned out. She was saying this or that and taking people's raised hands. She mostly paired partners against partners... of which there only seemed to be two pairs. "I understand so well if you all are nervous or can't partner yet! We'll work on that, I promise!

Mhm. mhm. More names. Whatever. Until 30 names had been written and people cheered in earnest. Lula was fighting first with bully person man. They were against the only other partnered pair in the entire group: two girls, both with punk-rock hair, and seemed to be very in-tune with each other, to say the least. They both had strangle metal pieces on their bodies (were they humans? They looked completely human except for those pieces... and their odd lack of hair...) and were leaning on each other. Maybe they had known each other before. Lula shrugged, not caring. She knew the bully man would win. He was the strongest in the class and he seemed dominant over everyone. So of course they would win.

She sauntered over to the bully, ready to transform to land in his hands... and he shoved her back. Not expecting this type of behavoir, she fell onto her rear and cried out indignantly. She glared up at the bully man, ears reversing and turning backwards, twitching. Her upper lip curled and she looked absolutely livid. I give you the benefit of working with me, letting you hold me for a mutual benefit and THIS???

The bully man just spat on the ground like a disgusting swine, puffing up his chest. "Tch. Calm down girlie. Just act like your gender and sit back and let the man do all the work. Lula was unfazed. Humans have such strange gender and sex rules. The teacher made an unhappy face, noting to send the boy to detention after the tournament was over. And all the while, Lula made herself comfortable, and, while female, had no such care of these human trivialities. The other pair they were partnered against, however, were fucking pissed off to the maximum. Their rage was so thick it could be stabbed with a spoon (so to speak?) One of the girls immediately turned into a weapon, that being a sharp object. Lula assumed it was a... sordde? Either way, they went hacking and slashing towards the partner she chose... If this bully man failed her she would be quite upset.

But luckily, he didn't. He grinned, readied his fist, and dodged the sword stab to bodyslam his attacker. The force of their collision looked monstrous to the rest of the classroom (except for Lula, who was sitting lady-like behind the battle as she was told, unable to see much). The punk girl meister was sent flying back, wheezing and coughing. What a low blow! And before the girl could even collect herself, her weapon screaming at her to get up, you dick!, the bully man Lula had chosen was already on top of her. A force came from his hand (which the teacher studiously noted as a form of Soul Menace) onto the girl, shocking her and forcing her back into the ground as far as possible - and maybe an inch into. He gave her one or two more pulses to make sure she was fully incapacited before letting out a hearty laugh, ha ha ha!

The corner's of Lula's lip twitched upwards. It seems she did choose the right one after all. And hopefully she'd have to do as little work as possible for the next fight. One might even say she was... excited happy.
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Oh look it's the tattooed meat head's turn thought the non tattooed meat head with a magician's hat. Chelsea stood as far away from the battles to be behind everyone else but his tall stature allowed him to look over some people. It seems the tattooed meat head has gone and partnered himself with a weapon. A woman by the looks of it. Except he wasn't really using her. He just threw her to the side. What a meathead. At least Chelsea, this meathead chose from the start he wouldn't have a partner. See? It's about being honest with your feelings. Maybe he just wanted a trophy bitch? Man that's kind of fucked up. Thought Chelsea who didn't care about normal bitches from the start. But even he agreed trying to have a trophy bitch is on a wrong level. Then came the fight itself.

And honestly, this tattooed meathead had some strength to him. Once again the non tattooed meat head with a magician's hat thought in quite a hypocritical manner as he was the same rage induced monster as the tattooed meat head. The battle ended as soon as it begun and it seemed the tattooed man had no need for the weapon in the first place. So there was a bit of strength and a bit of.. Soul shit? Dafuq is that? Chelsea's unamused face looked at the female meister sprawled on the floor passed out. It was apparent she had curb stomped. Is that how it works? Like when you take a curb, one of the cement ones and you accidentally stomp it really hard and your foot hurts cause you probably fractured a bone. Yeah that sounds right. She definitely curbstomped herself the poor soul.Well not poor, Chelsea didn't offer any sympathies, after she was part of the group that thought being loud in class was the equivalent of being a badass or soemthing.

Either way, it was now up to the man with that magician's hat and his opponent was someone smaller than him. Not by too much but enough that Chelsea's head stood over him a bit and it was apparent to all. This man was loud and rambunctious. He kept talking tons of shit before the battle began too. Something about banging Chelsea's mom, or something about his limp dick? Is that an insult? Oh great the guy's still talking. Chelsea was tuning out most of these worthless words as he waited for Ms. Lunch to signal the start of the fight and what amazing timing as soon as she said start, he heard the magic words.

And no not abracadabra, just because he's a magician doesn't mean those are his favorite magic words. That's like magicianist. Look we all know a name doesn't exist for that but it's not a funny joke, you're not clever. No the magic words were...

"And aren't you a little old to be playing with a magician's hat? You little baby."

Oh that did it. CHelsea's nostrils flared as he glared down the opponent. Before the opponent had anything to say. Chelsea had warped in front of him. Now you saw him, then you didn't, then YOU DID AGAIN, except chelsea wasn't happy. Well I mean he's never happy but instead of angry aloofness, he now had a focused target. Chelsea gripped the offending target by the face and lifted the student up. Then he cocked his arm back and all you heard was a sickening thud followed by a man who sounded like he was ready to retch up any meal. Chelsea then tossed the student to the floor as he glared him down and spoke a few words with certainty.

"Don't fucking say shit about my hat."

Afterwards Chelsea walked back to where he watched the fights before as he never looked back even once. I mean if there was like an explosion. Probably one caused by him. He'd never look at it. Like a cool guy. Except he wasn't cool of course. He was a delinquent. I mean who thinks delinquents are cool? Anyways the rest of the round one matches went on through and with that. The class was whittled down in half. The teacher's natural healing wavelength was helping those who got smashed recover. And so it was the meathead's turn again.

I mean the tattooed one. Not chelsea.

Either way it was their turn now. Cause you know, he has a girl with huge fake white bunny ears that manage to move. Prolly like an overly expensive nekomimi cat thing. Is that why she's here? She's too rich and cool for school. Typical. Chelsea just scowled a little bit more than usual. I mean it's not like his eyes were attracted to those huge incredibly white rabbit ears. Why would you think that? Is that also cause he's a magician? Well shame on you. Magicians are more than pulling rabbits out of hats. I mean yeah he has the hat, the wooden box, cards, disappearing acts... you know what? Just shut up. Chelsea doesn't care.
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Lula stayed in her position on the floor, casually looking at her surroundings. She wasn't really in the way of the combatanats, but the teacher made her move anyway. It took great control (a human with a simple human mind would have found it impossible, tch) to not glare at her. Such an inconvenience when she'd be back there anyway, watching her choice meat fight his way to her victory. She instead moved to sit on the desk, taking the least amount of steps to get to where she was told (outside of the desk circle arena.) She yawned, getting bored already, wondering oh ever what could happen to this weird red and black man and his opponent. She smacked her lips quietly, eyes half closed, just waiting for her turn...

She barely heard such a violent thud, followed by such violent words spoken with an acidic tone that wanted blood. "Don't fucking say shit about my hat." Her attention was immediately drawn back to the fight. It happened so fast. She had heard the casual f0rth-and-forth (so to speak?) between human scum, but that was easy to tune out. She carefully examined the black and red one, noticing his hat (which was big), his scarf, how in general large he seemed to be. Was he going to be a threat? She'd need to keep an ear on him -- human eyes useless with their weak peripherals and too many blind spots.

The rest of the fight in between that and her next one were insignificant. The same brutish taunting, similar rushes of anger. It was all so boring. Humans loved to just do the same exact thing over and over again, until they could find a new way to do it easier. Worthless. She picked at her nails and swept her hair back, played with her eyelashes and picked at a loose string on her tights (which her caretaker always yelled for her to not do for some reason.) The only significant ones in this tournament were the ones that could be of use to her and the ones that were a threat to her -- and they had already been identified.

Opponents made short work and long work (so to speak?) of their opponents, making Lula feel like class might end. Except it wouldn't. Detention classes were a little different and the teacher would not permit them to leave until she was absolutely finished. How inconvenient. Either way, it finally got to her turn again. She got up off the seat a little carelessly, likely flipping her poofy skirt up. One or three idiots whistled, making Lula's ear hurt. It was no matter -- they were primitive and useless and she wasn't even human trash like them. How lucky.

The teacher demanded she participate in some way, pretty please, to help her partner like an actual teammate -- an actual demon weapon. She cringed at the phrase. (The teacher took note.) Demon weapon. She'd rather just be a thing. She brushed it off, however, knowing there were more important things to do than dwell and human anger and whatnot. She looked at the bully blankly, who gave her the most common human face: confusion. She sighed, her whole body turning white, before turning into a gorgeous, sleek, elegant and mostly inanimate scepter. The feathers looked like they constantly were under a gentle breeze as she fell plainly into her bully man partner's hand.

He wheezed, looking like he was in pain before bouncing around Lula between his hands like he was playing some sort of children's game -- fire spud or some other adolescent name. What the hell are you doing?! she cursed at her buffoon of a meister. However, he recovered quickly, not wanting to embarrass himself... so he made a show out of it. Typical - covering up mistakes. He threw her up in the air high, and while his opponent was still laughing at him, beat the other guy green, letting Lula carelessly drop to the floor. RUDE... He lazily picked her back up, his hand shaking in pain as he did so but he was used to pain. He hid it, grinning and eating up the applause. Wow! Someone who could wield that broken bitch!

Lula waited until they were closer to the circle to transform back. Or maybe she should've stayed in that form. It was more comfortable. Her ears pointedly ignored any of the crowd as she waited and watched intently the next fight. She needed to study his movements to keep herself ready for anything he might do to her. Just in case. Humans were unpredictable.
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Wow what a fight. Bravo. Encore. Amazing. Crazy. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Okay that last one wasn't a compliment but it was added to make sure you read the previous words ironically cause they weren't actually cheers. I mean I explained it now but that doesn't matter. What matters is Chelsea remained unimpressed. The brutish oaf (takes one to know one) got through his second fight so he had some skill. I mean he was still loud and obnoxious and it only made Chelsea relish the moment even more when it would come to be his turn to smash the buffoon into the ground so hard you could market face in the floor as one of the 7 mysteries of the school. Except this is America and not Japan. And this is shibusen and not a normal human school were a face in the floor would be cool.

I mean a teacher did just test which was stronger. A concrete wall or a concrete podium. But newton said stuff about things in motion and blah blah blah. Chelsea remembers a little bit about it but unless a teacher called him on it. He wasn't going to dig up the rest of the answer. Either way let's get into the analysis of the battle.

The typical rich girl didn't participate yet again. Hah, what a brutish oaf to easily be used by that thing to win the tournament. But sorry little bunny. Chelsea is going to wipe those most likely smug shit eating thoughts in your head. Well that's what Chelsea believed as he came to his second fight of the day. He was edging closer to the final fight which would be between the two of them. Ms. Lunch's sweet and caring smile being a bit off putting as the much more than violent students cheered and thirsted for blood.

His next opponent was a female this time around. Since it takes a while for each fight to start, Chelsea had topped off his invisible mana bar. It's a good thing since a tear or chalice do not exist in this world. So his mana regen is subpar. CHelsea on the other hand cracked his fingers as his then moved a hand to feel the edge of his giant magicians hat as it hung at is side by the use of a metal chain. Something to prevent it from being snatched. So his opponent this time around was a female. She seemed confident. He doesn't really recognize her. She must of been one of the ones who has a broken soul or something. Cause he'd know who was a wooper or quagsire around here.

Either way it was time for the fight to start and bam the girl disappeared. Oh she has fancy tricks too. Then came the blow. A quick strike to the back of Chelsea's head. It was soft. It seemed like she was someone who was honed and proud of her speed. Tsk, fancy little acrobats thinking that a swirl and a twirl in the air adds power to their blows. Fucking stupid. Chelsea fell forward a bit as the girl seemed to celebrate landing a hit. Chelsea gripped the hat with one hand as he snapped his fingers with the other. "Be myvolunteerandloseforme,okay?" Chelsea's word seemed like they were kind but his voice had a way of sending a chill down anyone's spine. Even him saying please made you feel like if you said no, he would knock your shit out. Which isn't a lie per se...

Either way, this lead to two halves of a wooden box. A red and black half that within seconds closed in on the helpless girl as she banged against the wooden box. Ah yeah... you can't use your power enhancing twirls if you're stuck in a small box. But Chelsea had no worries about it as he walked up to the wooden box and primed his fist. With a snap of his fingers from the other hand the box disappeared at the same time Chelsea's fist would almost collide with it. As a result the forward motion of the punch went through as it once more connected to the gut of his opponent. Her eyes bugging out as she spit up over the floor. Her body doubled over his arm as he brought it back and let her fall to the floor. So there she laid. Once more trying to stomp a curb.

And as if it was rehearsed or practiced. Chelsea walked away from the fight without a care. No sorries or good fights. Chelsea didn't care. Just doing what the teacher asked. Okay he cared a little bit, he really wanted to clock the supposed leader of the class. That would feel so fucking satisfying.
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Lula was almost enraptured by the fight between the black and red and white person and the girl she knew. Well enraptured was an exaggeration (how else do you make anything about this emotionless girl interesting?) And girl she knew was... accurate? She'd seen her before -- both Lula and the girl she knew had talked with Lula's old healing wavelength partner. Her soul was messed up, but definitely not as damaged as Lula, the poor rabbit that had to endure just so much, but something or other had messed her up along the way, she guessed. She couldn't wield a weapon partner herself without immediately forcing them out of their weapon form. How strange to have such a weirdly powerful soul. But it didn't matter - that was mostly why Lula cut her outso easily of her partner considerations for this tourney. I guess the other was that she wasn't very strong. She was very fast, but none of that seemed to matter as, again, the black and red man would probably defeat her, using a conjured a very strange... box... out of thin air.

For some reason, the box scared her. Like she was going to be captured... she narrowed her eyes and glanced away, registering the sound of the girl spitting and coughing, guessing she was punched in the stomach. Lula neither winced nor cringed, feeling no empathy for the other. Not hearing the sound of the box hitting the ground or creaking or getting banged against or something, she guessed it disappeared in some way shape or format (so to speak?). She dared a peek through her long bangs and discovered the girl being helped up by the other girls to let the teacher take care of. She was coughing and sputtering, and overall seemed very uncomfortable. One thing humans had over rabbits was resilience. A punch to a stomach would have much more significantly affected a rabbit, unfortunately.

The next five fights were boring, of course. The literal only strong people were the scary guy and the bully man who she chose. Who was currently sitting at a desk, legs kicked up, acting as if girls were deering over him (so to speak?). He had called dibs on the buy for this next round, whatever that meant. The teacher laughed and let it be, finding it funny. Or maybe she was being devious and had a plan. She wouldn't put it past any teacher here at this strange and odd education space. There had to be a reason why the two strongest in the class would be up against each other in the final round. Ooh, excitement. suspense. whatever. She didn't understand what was the point of saving good things for later - immediate fulfillment was the best, always the best, without exception.

But, the teacher gave them a (supervised) break during what would've been Lula's fight. Lula opted to get water from water fountain with her "buddy system" buddy -- the girl she knew that black and white guy had punched. She had recovered really quickly, since she wasn't hurt that bad at all. She spoke idly about this and that, just awful boring nothing. Lula glanced blankly at her while she was talking, and interrupted her immediately: "What do you know about the person that beat you." The girl she knew was kindof shocked, and kindof offended, huffing and stuffing (?) and puffing her cheeks out indignantly. Lula didn't care, she just wanted an answer. The girl she knew gave in as Lula drank her water, absentmindedly getting her hair soaked and probably dirty. She mentioned how his name was Hell, he was a jerk, and he had never gotten any ever so he was probably overcompensating. Any what? ???

Either way, everyone had gotten back to the classroom (Ms. Lunch congratulated everyone on making it back this time! Everyone was way too excited about the violent tournament.) But once everyone was back, it was Hell's turn to fight. She stared intently, eyes looking to be dazed over as she watched his every movement. She would be fighting him next round - guaranteed mind you. And she quite really didn't want to. Especially with his boxes and his strange teleportation. He harrumped and crossed his arms as his opponent seemed a little more than shaken up. He was nervous, scrawny. How did he even fight and beat two other people? Oh nevermind that's right. He yelled at them about something stupid insecurity about them and made them feel bad and run away from the fight. Pathetic! Something about looking into their ribcage and seeing the deepest darkest parts of them. Kindof scary to any normal human, but Lula had nothing to hide.

The scrawn began with a smile, a grin, a maniacal laughter. Hell seemed to already be ready to attack. "Wait!" the scrawn tried to plead. "I know how sensitive you are about that hat..." Lula sighed. Did he not learn? He had clearly been reading souls already while others fought others. Was he paying too much attention to learn that red and black Hell was clearly upset when people mentioned his hat? What even did overcombpensait mean.

Well either way. Hell had a new trick up this sleeve this time -- literally. He seemed more peeved than ever and ready to absolutely destroy his opponent. And he would do that with scarves. Lula was curious. Scarves never seemed very harmful to her. Besides the everpresent threat of being caught on something and choking. But the two scarves that came out of his sleeves seemed -- oh nevermind, there were more. And different colors. How fancy. /s. These scarves clearly scared the prawn, who backed up and hit the back circle of desks. He bumped and looked behind him, not even paying attention. Wow. For looking and acting like someone who was so smart he was really dumb. Maybe he was just manipulative and that's literally all he knew how to do. It really seemed like it as the scarves strangely... made little cuts all over the scprawn's body? Fashion definitely did not do that. She'd have to ask about that later.

However, the deed was done, the scarves oddly dissipated into nothing as the scrawn collapsed onto the ground. Hell walked away, as usual, like he was making a scene and acting it out every time. The scrawn, meanwhile, started bawling, talking about this weakness and that weakness, and about his absentee father, and about so much other nonsense that Lula could barely stand to listen to his keening whines about this and that, about his bad grades and his lonely sax life.

"Shut up. Stop screaming. You are hurting my ears." Everyone in the class looked a bit shocked. That was really low rabbit girl. Delinquents have to stick together, and picking on a crying one of your own? That's low. "Oh. Okay." It seemed like they were more expectant of something. "Please shut up. Is that better?" Lula was genuinely curious. What strange pack mentality were these people trying to demonstrate? Well, whatever it was, soon enough the class wanted to riot and comfort the scrawn at the same time. Lula really didn't think much of it, and was pleased when the teacher came in and handled it for her.

"Children, please! It is fine, it's... it's very different where Lula comes from! She's still adjusting to hue--" she looked worriedly to Lula, who gave to her back the most uncaring, glazed over, bored and done two yard stare. "She's still adjusting to... American life!"

"My species is American."

"... class, please forgive her and let's move on quickly! There's only one tourney match left!" She easily perked up. Lula shrugged, eased her joints, and smoothed out her ear fur, distanced from all the stares around her.
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The fight wasn't much of a problem. He was the relative weakest of the bunch. Just a man who hid behind words. A disgrace of a man, and Chelsea had no intention in making a man out of him. I mean, like in that movie with the female impersonating a man. Not like some sort of fan fiction you'd find online. That's just wrong. Chelsea is not that kind of person even though the makes him the perfect target. Just wrong as all hell. Either way, the scrawny man began spewing some nonsense about his life. Seems like being beat to an inch of passing out broke his own mind. Such poetic justice if Chelsea was a man of the literary arts. But he wasn't. I mean that should be obvious from someone who seemed to hit the gym for anything that wasn't leg day.

Either way, this led to the snobbish rich girl to spew out some truth about the guy shutting up. He was rather annoying. But to be so vocal about it in the way that she was. Really showed how rich she was. That she couldn't even see the social cues needed to speak properly at this time. I mean Chelsea doesn't speak properly either, but that's because he chose not to. Not because he no social abilities like this apparent little rich girl with the automated usamimi ears. Well the rest of the class seemed to take great offense at her words cause despite being a group of delinquents. Even they need some form of camarederie. The hypocritical bastards. So Chelsea just drowned out their idiocy as he waited for the teacher to announce the final battle. The one he was looking forward to this whole class.

The teacher ushered them all into the battle arena as the snob and king stood across from chelsea and his natural sneer. He perfected this sneer a few years ago so that he could passively threaten anyone who bothered him. It was a thing of beauty and gorgeousness. CHelsea was the beast and he was going to make sure this man remembered it. But before the battle began the teacher stared at the bully and told him to actually wield Lula if he were to have chance at chelsea. This only seemed to infuriate the bully as he turned to glare at chelsea and the rest of the class gasped and started OOOOing as if someone in 2nd grade found out Billy liked Lexi. Fucking children.

So with this the battle began and the snob girl transformed into the man's hand. This time around he was feeling an uncomfortable buzzing in his hand. Almost as if someone was interfering to make sure Lula's soul didn't harm the boy so they could have a legitimate fight. Well this buzzing was much better than actual pain and so the Bully charged forward. Chelsea put on his hat and for once in this class he cracked a grin.

Such a fucking simpleton.

This battle went slowly for Chelsea but everyone else most likely saw it all happen so fast there was no way they'd be able to keep their knickers dry at this witness of sheer power. It started with a bang. As the bully moved forward and swung down the club. Chelsea disappeared right before lula connected with him. Chelsea appeared 3 yards behind the man. (180) At this point, people who were clever could see there were two chelseas. Okay not clever. Only a blind man would be unable to see there were two chelseas. I mean two fucking red and black fuckers with a giant hat atop their heads.(80) "ALLRIGHTCLASS!PREPARETOBEFUCKINGASTOUNDEDASIMAKETHISASSFUCK...DISAPPPEEAR!!!"

This was basically just adding fuel to the fire as the bully spun around and the muscles in his body got larger. It seems he had some hulking out power and all this anger he had before wasn't the real deal. Good, it wouldn't be a good show if the magician's assistant wasn't spectacular either. So the bully charged forward once more towards one of the Chelsea's duplicates with the intentiont to knock it out. Or him. WHo cares. Except Chelsea and the Chelsea 2 were letting lose a card (50) as it collided with the man and stopped him in his track for a moment. Which was all that was needed to let Chelsea finish off his spectacular show as he caused the bully to float into the air with levitation. (0). At this point people with soul perception could notice something. His body felt stronger, his soul felt empowered, almost clean as if it was detoxed. Ah yes that's right. While chelsea is strong. The magic actually poisons his body and while he has magic power within him, he's 'weaker' if there's a sense of the word. like 50% weaker.

Well let's do some basic math. One magical chelsea is just 50% power. 2 Magical chelseas is 100%. But there were now 2 NON MAGICAL CHELSEAS. One could see where this was going. Perhaps this why the angry man was so happy. A chance to go all out is quite the happy event. The bully struggling to break free. "TRYING TO GET ONE FREE HIT OFF ME? PFFTHAHAH GO AHEAD AND TRY." THe bully seemed incredibly confident.

And then the bully was punched with such force he flew back into the wall leaving an impact and hole in the shape of his enlarged muscles. Unlike the others who were puking from chelsea's punch. This man was knocked out. Knocked out so fast, he was holding onto lula's weapon form as if he were still ready to fight. So tightly clenching it as if preventing her from escaping his grasp. Except he wasn't part of this domain for now. He was out. Just stuck in the wall. You see, on chelsea punh is enought to crack through concrete, but TWO?! Well yeah it was obvious this wasn't an issue. And anyone could easily tell that he had held back in the previous fights. To the point that so many students felt their hairs stand up. All the girls with long flowing hair down to their waist had become the bride of frankenstein with their hairstyles. No one had anything to say. No one felt offended that he went easy on them. For once the delinquents were at a loss for words as they had no idea a monster lived in their class.

So the cocky grin on Chelsea's face disappeared as soon as she took of his hat. CHelsea not minding what happened. He was content to finally give that man a good punch. And he wouldn't get in trouble either. It was a practice tournament match.

"I guess this is what happens when you have someone with the power of 2 star in your class." Ms. Lunch almost said with a... Oops like smile. And the class almost seemed to white out at that comment. A 2-star? In their class? Well he wasn't aknowledhed as a 2 star. Not even a 1 star. He was considered incredibly powerful but he was also considered a huge threat to shibusen and if he didn't change, he'd be executed. But no one needs to know that. "So as the winner what would you like?"

"I'dlikeforallfuckerstoshutup,sitdown,andletclasshappen." He said stoically as he sat back down at his desk. Not celebrating his win as if expecting to win all this time.

And well the result were clear. He won with almost no issue and the class finding it's new pack leader without his consent, immediately moved to sit down. Class was now actually in session.
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Lula was the type of rabbit to file her nails if she was really bored of something. But she didn't have a filer with her at the moment - just another boring fight to watch. Really, at this point, she was getting a tad worried? about her next fight with Hell. He did seem very strong. He also seemed very angry. Lula wondered if it was hopeless regardless - at least with the numbskull she picked, she could resonate somewhat decently enough to at least be held. Many primitive apes couldn't - big surprise there!

But, Lula had to put off her mild distress as she blankly looked at the numbskull she picked. "Transform for me why dontcha?" He asked in what the class recognized as a scummy fedora-tipping voice. They had a round of giggles as Lula easily complied. She exchanged no words with him, leaving him a little uneasy. But at least holding her was easy! Teach must've made it that way to give him an advantage - and he loved taking every advantage possible to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was to beat this other guy's ass into the ground - to absolutely pubstomp this guy with a chick's name!

Of course, villains always lose. Well, the worst villains. Well, the villains that were more prominently villanous, rude, cranky, evil, scummy, fedora-tipping and vile than other villains. (Because each delinquent in that class was a villain in their own special ways.) ANYWAY. Lula was swung at Hell. He vanished. She was confused, and in her blind peripheral (weapon form was only marginally better than human form) there was no way she could see Chelsea. That was until the bully she chose finally, thanks! tch turned around so she could see her opponent.

The bully got mad, and quite large?, and was gripping her rod in a tight and really uncomfortable manner I'd say. He was quite upset at having been juked (so to speak?) It seemed like smoke would come out of his ears and nose to express his righteous anger. And that seemed even more true as Hell - Hells? two? what? when? how? - lifted him up, and a second later, both gave him a punch. A fisticuffs. A sandwich with bacon lettuce and joints (?). Basically he sent him flying. And Lula went flying too. Unaffected, of course, physically. But that punch. That strength. Lula felt a great determination in her soul. She wanted that.

It took quite a long time -- too long -- for students to pry Lula's weapon form out of the 2nd top bully's fiercely clenched fists. Lula kept shocking them and irritating them, but with the teacher's will they finally freed her. However, in her weapon form she stayed. Thinking. Contemplating. Planning. The teacher, meanwhile, was wondering if she had pushed the rabbit too far. I mean, she did have quite a fragile soul... and she was probably the weakest in the class. Was forcing her to partner up wrong? WAS SHE A BAD TEACHER?

And so the teacher asked Lula a bunch of questions, such as her name, where she was, etc etc. She was talking down to Lula as if she had a problem of some sort. Oh, no, the rabbit was perfectly fine. She was more than fine, really. She had found the answer to her prayers - and it was him. However, at teacher's prodding, poking, tearing up and detention-threatening, she popped out of weapon form in a lady-like sitting position on the floor. Yes? The teacher sighed happily, relieved, before telling everyone to get to their seat. And so she did. She took the seat right next to Chelsea, where everyone else was far too scared to sit. They were content to look from the sidelines and observe the monster in their classroom. The teacher was pleasantly surprised and intrigued at this new development in her class.

"Hello. I heard it was customary to greet people before you ask them something." Lula's tone was unreadable. And by unreadable, I mean it had literally no substance to it. Ms. Lunch absentmindedly was writing things about souls on the board and organizing papers while watching the two from the corner of the eye. She was stalling. (The next part of class would be lecture, before another "teambuilding" exercise, probably.) And because the teacher wasn't talking. Lula was free to. "Would you be my weapon partner." While key word "would" was present, the comment wasn't really a question. It was more of a demand. And my my, was the class going crazy in whispers at this idiot broken-soul'd girl with such a nerve and such confidence. Or craziness.
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So everyone had finally settled down and was like actually paying attention to the teacher and not being a bunch of annoying fucks who thought they were cool shit. It almost felt like real school. Chelsea hated real school too. But peace and quiet was a godsend. He could sit down in his chair. ZOne out, get lost in his thoughts, answer anything if he was chosen and just coast through the motions. Ah yes. Peace and quiet. Quiet and peace. Peace wearing a quiet mask and vice versa cause you know symbolism. You have one with the other and they have pieces of each other. Yeah it was nice. No one would bother him...

"Would you be my weapon partner."

WHOA WHOA WAIT JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE HERE. Chelsea was just having a moment celebrating his victory literally about how he would not be bothered by anyone else. And and and. He was at a loss of words right now. A LOSS FR WORDS. Like imagine there's a lost poster on a wooden pole nearby and on it you see "Lost: Chelsea's words and fucks." Cause that's how Chelsea felt right now.

Who did this rich girl think she is with her incredibly realistic looking white ears. Sitting next to him when there so many available seats to choose from. LIke the one on the other side of the room. Or the one near the teacher. Or if she was feeling really adventurous. THE ONE IN THE NURSING ROOM IF SHE EVEN DARED TO SAY ANYTHING MORE. Except this woman didn't seem to have the idea of how to be non chalant. And it seemed she wore her intentions on her sleeve. As if she didn't know how to be a human. This woman...

THIS WOMAN.

Chelsea just felt so unnerved by her presence. Her blank determined stare full of determination. As if she was expecting a mouse to come out of a whole and successfully reach some metaphorical cheese on a table. That kind of Determination is what she had. And this unnerved the hell out of Chelsea who was not so used to being so bluntly... wanted. That just sounded foreign to the man as he cocked his head to the side and opened his mouth a bit leaving it agape as he stared at her in wonder.

"A little fucking blunt rabbitch aren't ya? You're first hulk notwork for you?" Chelsea said in a whisper full of venom. As he narrowed his eyes towards the not flinching rabbit girl. Just furthering unnerving the man as he was about ready to stand up when...

"It's time for a story!" Ms Lunch said as she held up a classic literary tale about a morning meal that was discolored to match the worst type of foods, broccolis and lettuce. "Why don't we have Mr. Hell come up and read to the class huh?!" Ms. Lunch said as if trying to defuse the one sided argument between lula and Chelsea before the peace he brought would be disrupted. And so Chelsea stood up and grudgingly took the book as he stared back at the rest of his class. His frown ran through the whole story.

.... "Green eggsham,SamI am..."

As Chelsea finished the story and on his way back to sitting down. Casted Lula a grimace/sneer before taking a new seat.

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