Butai High [[Teen/Spy]]

[Dreambug]

Dear Student,

First of all, welcome to Butai High. We're sure you have already guessed that we are no ordinary school, otherwise your parents/Guardians won't have brought you here in the first place. You will know by now that this school , although it may seem so from the outside, is no ordinary school. The students, known as 'Butai', are all sons and daughters of the best and most memorable secret agents this country has to offer. All are individuals in their own right, but all know that it takes a serious, sharp-minded Butai to hit the top rankings. Naturally, you will begin this journey as a Beginner (Level 1, as you may hear your fellow Butai call it) and with a little perseverance, a lot of will-power and a well-trained mind, you will make your way up to top, from Beginner to Pro, then ranking high with the Elites (Level 15). We hope you enjoy your stay.

Attached to this document is a form in which you must have both you and your parents/ Guardians to sign to declare that you will never reveal the hidden secrets of Butai High. Furthermore, once you have signed and sent off the given form, we advise you to burn this letter.
That's an order.

Yours sincerely,

The Principal of Butai High.
(Anonymous).



Health and Safety

Attached you will find a list of all your classes, along with a timetable and where you will find your dormitory. Girls and boys sleep in separate buildings, but both are next door to each other and it is possible to travel from block to block. However, curfew is strictly at 9.00 PM and all doors are sealed with a fingerprinted lock, which is only possible to break during the unlikelihood of a fire.

WARNING: Do not try to break or knock down these doors as they are sealed with high-voltage sealings and contact with the skin may result in serious injury. This school will not be responsible for any injuries if Butai attempt to break any specialised equipment without good reason.

Your classes will include:
General Self Defence
Target Practice – with a range of deadly weapons
Criminology – the study of criminals and their behaviour
Cryptology – codes and cyphers
Deontology – moral duty
Psychology– study of the mind
Kung Fu
History
Geography
First Aid
Hoplology – the study of weapons and armoury. (I promise I haven't made these up XD)



Of course, English, Maths, Science and Languages are included in the curriculum, but unlike other schools, always end up being related somehow to fighting, Human studies, health and the general knowledge needed to get students through their later life of becoming a Professional spy.

Butai will receive weekly assignments that can be accomplished in both groups and individually, depending on the rank and difficulty of the assignment. These assignments vary from anything between saving a cat in a tree to hunting down a skilled, mastermind running from the law. However, it is recommended that Butai choose their assignment carefully, as choosing a Level 12 assignment won't necessarily make you an Elite overnight.

Something to bare in mind: your uniform is bulletproof, yes, but not bomb-proof. If you believe there may be a bomb or some kind of strong substance that may become a risk to either you or those around you, do not approach it unless you have completed the Hoplology Elite course. Bombs are not all the same, and you have no idea what may be in them.


Timetable

Breakfast (Butai must be showered and dressed for this time) – 7.00AM

Dormitory Inspections – 7.30 AM

Assembly – 8.00 AM

First Class – 9.00-10.00 AM

Second Class - 10.00 – 11.00AM

Break Time – 11.00AM – 11.15AM

Third Class – 11.15AM – 12.15AM

Forth Class – 12.15 – 1.15 PM

Lunch – 1.15PM – 2.30PM

Fifth Class – 2.30PM – 3.30PM

Sixth Class – 3.30PM – 4.30PM

4.30PM – End of school day.

Curfew – 9.00PM

We look forward to seeing you on your arrival.

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Note:
Apologies if all this is unclear, I've never been all that good at explaining things.

This plot is based around the Mange animé series 'Hidan No Aria'. If there's something here that you don't understand, or you don't understand the characters, then I recommend you watch the first episode. It may make more sense than I do.

Basically, we're all armed detectives, training in a school called Butai High. We are given assignments weekly by our teachers meant to boost our grade/rank.

We are all extremely intelligent and talented in our own ways. My character is one example.

Kinji Toyama (Sorry, I know he's Japanese. I've stolen the main character. ^_^)
18 years old
Level 11 Butai.
Looks: Appearance
Abilities: Very good with weapons, especially with a gun. He has inhumanly fast reflexes and can bring a bullet off-course with the tip of a knife.
Inabilities: He's not very good at fighting without a weapon. He only socialises when he needs to and trouble seems to always be following him about. Also,. He's very awkward when talking to girls. Not in an embarrassed way, but he sees them as somewhat of a complete knew race that he can't quite figure out yet.
Interests: He's a thoughtful person and very independent. His favourite class Psychology and he loves reading. Despite this, it is difficult to class him as a geek. He is merely an individual, determined to reach the top level. He keeps himself to himself and never speaks of his parents. He is an orphan for all anyone knows. No one asks him about it, so he keeps his mouth firmly closed.

*Rules*

Nothing much. Romance is allowed, but I don't want it to be based around it. It can be as calm or as dramatic as you like. We'll just see what happens.
I'm not picky, but I don't want many 1-liners. Nothing like 'I stared.' as a reply. Add some thoughts or description or something with it to give any other RPers something to reply to. Other than that, fire away.
You can be a newcomer, or you can be already there. Ages range between 14-19. Anything over or under that limit doesn't go to the school, but there can be extra characters if we need them.
The Character's abilities don't have to be completely realistic, they can have inhumanly fast reflexes etc, but please no supernatural powers. I'm planning on keeping this fairly realistic, thank you.

Thanks for reading! ^_^

(Oh, and if you want to watch Hidan No Aria, you can find it here. )

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

((SO. Totally. Joining!!!

You genius Dreamehkins, you! XD I just have to come up with a character. May I use two? I think I'd quite like to try two... O.o

*Already getting twist ideas*

Actually... Can I have 3? ))

[Dreambug]

((Hello! :3

you can have as many as you want, as long as you don't confuse me It's meant to be busy, it is a high school, after all. *pokes*))

[Jayneh]

((I am going to join! This looks super fun! Awesome!))

[Dreambug]

((Woot! Thank ya Jayneh!! ^_^))

[Batcat]

[[Joining. *twitches* I have a person who is like... built for this.]]

[Dreambug]

((Haha! Thanks Batcat!!
So... Are y'all waiting for me to post first, or should I wait until you've all posted your charris?))

[Batcat]

[[I'm working on my charrie ^^]]

[Batcat]

Miranda Marie Loran
Miranda
17
Female
Looks
Miranda has sleek, black hair running down to the back of her elbows, it is straight as a stick until it curls about an inch from the bottom. She usually wears it down with a side part to the right and her bangs pushed behind her ear. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black, and watch everything with intelligent focus that hints how smart she really is. They are fairly large and set a normal distance apart. Her body is slim, but she has a lot of curves. She usually wears tight fitting black pants to accent them, and loose shirts to show off her slim figure. She runs every day, but doesn’t have much muscle to speak of. Her skin has a light tan, and she carries herself around with a sense of belonging and knowing just exactly how attractive she is.
Personality
Miranda has a very competitive atmosphere, although she tries to cover it up. She’s the type of girl that uses how her body looks to her advantage, and doesn’t know how to be a good partner in a relationship. To her, life is meant to be fun except for doing the work of saving lives – even though her idea of fun is very different from most people.
Advantages
Miranda is a very smart thinker and is great at dealing with attackers in hand-to-hand combat. She’s good at sneaking around and picking up useful intel at other people’s bases.
Disadvantages
Miranda gets angry very easily but doesn’t let it show, preferring to maintain a cool and calm atmosphere. However, she usually plans little ‘revenge attacks’ that sometimes seriously injure or even kill the offender. On a mission, she will sometimes let her emotions get the best of her – although the emotions never have to deal with boys.

[Dreambug]

((Oooh, I love her. Now only because she's awesome and sly, but because she'll get on so badly with our little Kinji This should be fun... ))

[Batcat]

[[Oh, yes! *twitches* Must... RP... before... Sunday...]]

[Batcat]

[[When are we starting?]]

[Dreambug]

[[I don't know... O.o I was waiting for everyone else to post their charris, but might as well start now. ^_^]]

Kinji awoke with a start as his allarm clock tone wrestled violently with his ear drums. He groaned, pulling his pillow over his face and turned on his side to see what time it was.
7.30
Seven thirty... Which meant-
He'd missed breakfast!
Crap...
He sat up, bolt upright and rubbed his dry eyes with his fingers. He never slept in before. Never. Had someone been messing around with his clock?
Her had half an hour now to get dressed - which he did so clumsily, nearly ripping his trousers in the process - get on his bike and ride the short journey into school before assembly started. Technically, he had plenty of time. But if they had not registered him as present during breakfast then he'd have to get there at least twenty minutes early to sign in and give a valid reason why he'd not got there in time for breakfast.
Oh... Why me? He thought with a frustrated growl. Why is it always me?
Just as he was putting on his tie, a rhythmic beat rapped on his apartment door.
"This is the dormatory inspector. May I come in?"
Dorm inspection! He'd completely forgotten about that. What was wrong with him today?
He looked frantically around his room, pulling a face at the dirty underwear littered acorss the floor. He couldn't let that inspector see his room like this!
Without giving an answer, he grabbed his school bag, opened the window and leapt out the back, landing swiftly on his feet with a light thud.
With that, he brushed the thick, black hair from his face and sprinted to his bike. He climbed on, hooked his bike to the handle and raced towards the school.

[Batcat]

Miranda woke up at 5 that morning, making sure she had plenty of time to do her usual routine of yoga. She inhaled the scent of the candles deeply, the familiar smell calming her strained nerves. Last week's mission had been tough, and she was still quite shaken from it. She shuddered, as she bent over to the side, running her hands over her freshly scarred legs. Usually she'd never be able to feel them; she always wore pants, never shorts, even on the hottest of days, but she did yoga in her undergarments. It helped her get out of the kill or be killed mindset. She chuckled at that, but winced as it hurt her bruised ribs.
After a while, she blew out the candles with care and walked to the shower, where she stripped and proceeded to hop into the warm water. It pounded against her back rhythmatically, further calming her. She scrubbed herself thoroughly, knowing that she'd never be caught dead dirty at breakfast. In fact, she'd rather be dead. She chuckled at the thought and turned off the water before grabbing a towel and drying herself off. Quickly, she dressed in her standard skin tight shiny black pants and loose pink tank top that showed off her curves and muscles.
As she approached the dining hall, she noticed one of her friends - Alex Netzel - gesture for her to come over. With a roll of her eyes, she approached and took an orange from the table. She pulled out a dainty pocketknife and began to peel it, pretending to listen as Alex rambled on about his mission from the week before. When he finally asked about hers, she shot him a dirty look, and he quickly backed off. After that he didn't ask any more questions. She didn't blame him.
She swiftly returned to her room to tidy it up - wiping the water from the bathroom floor, straightening the candles, making her bed - before the inspector came. She was waiting around for a couple of minutes before he did, so she was thankful when she could finally leave. Even so, it was still only 7:30 when she did leave. She saw a figure biking furiously ahead of her as she leisurely jogged along, working up a light sweat. She recognized the biker - she had a couple of classes with him - but it confused her. He was usually never late... She shrugged it off and arrived at the large school building. She pushed open the front doors, examing everything carefully like she'd been trained to do. It came as an instinct to her now - observe everything, leave no stone unturned. Almost lazily, she climbed the stairs to her first class and sat on a plain chair outside the room, pointedly ignoring the plush couches and sofas that beckoned invitingly to her sore muscles. She didn't get to be a level 8 by nurturing her body. No, she believed in sticking through it, forcing herself to go through as much discomfort as possible. She wanted to get as close as possible to the roughness of actual spying in the field. She didn't want to go soft by indulging herself. Which was why she only ate foods she knew she'd be able to get for herself. She rarely ate dessert and always made sure she had at least two servings of fruits and vegetables in her meals. Absently, she looked down the hall, kicking her foot softly against the edge of the chair.

[Dreambug]

Kinji took an extremely brief moment to glance towards the girl passing him on his frantic journey to school and he felt the centre of his brow creas downwards just slightly. Why was she looking at him...? Okay, so he may have been able to understand if a male was looking at him, but a girl?
Okay... Girl was perhaps the incorrect piece of vocabulary. Young woman seemed to fit her much better.
Oh... Screw it. They were both the same to him. They both included females, and were both of which he felt completely uncomfortable so much as thinking about, never mind communicating with them. He couldn't quite fathom why, but for some reason their 'signals' as he liked to call them were mixed in his mind. Even if they were speaking the same language, he had to constantly be looking out for signs of sarcasm and fury because he could never seem to understand quite what they meant.
Boys were much easier. Boys just said how they felt straight out. But girls-

His pointless trail of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sharp sound of gunshots being fired onto steel and scratching off small scabs of paint in the process. Out of instinct he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his two trusty hand-held pistols and pointed it towards the source, keeping his eyes forward on the road. A bullet hit his jacket and bounced onto the pedal of his bike. His eyes widened slightly as he was brought off guard and snapped his head round momentarily to see where the shots had come from.
There, following at increasing speeds behind him was an upright, two wheel scooter. But not the sort children were seen playing on in the streets, nor the sort one would find in any sort of movie. It was sleek black, and didn't have a handle.
Instead, attached to the stem sprouting from the wheels, was a sleek, black machine gun, pointing at him.
“Butai Kinji.” It was a woman's voice, but not the sort he had heard being spoken down the halls of Butai high. No... It sounded more mechanical than that, as if it had been spoken by some form of robot.
And it knew his name!
Great... That was all he needed. The problem was, no-one outside the school knew he was a Butai. What was this thing, and why did it know his name?
“This is a recorded message.” Well that, he'd gathered. But what was this thing? Was it a secret mission? Had someone planted this on purpose? Was he getting graded on it?
“Beneath the seat of your vehicle, there is a bomb. It is strong and powerful enough to shatter the length of this entire street. Do not stop, or else you will trigger it.”
A bomb? What?!
“Also, do not decrease speed in any way, or you may find this will trigger it, too.”
Great. He'd only been up ten minutes and already there was something out to get him. Although, he had to admit, a machine gun on a stand-up scooter was the first in a long, long time.
“In which case, you have three options. First of all, you may stay at the speed you are at and risk a crash, you may increase your speed and guarantee a crash, or you die. Oh, and you may have to fight off my friend whilst you're at it.”
Pedalling madly, Kinji swerved round a corner, desperately trying to force his mind to think straight. That... thing told him he had three choices. But really, he only had one.
He had to get off that bike.
But they'd always taught them at Butai High to think of the country before themselves. If that talking scooter was right, he was holding a great deal more lives than just himself and the stupid machine that was following him everywhere.
Speaking of which, it was closing on him. Fast.
What the hell am I meant to do?! He thought to himself, firing a few perfectly aimed shots at the scooter, attempting to set if off-track by flattening one of it's tyres or something. He didn't so much as scratch the paint.
Crap. He was dead, and they both knew it.
What the hell am I meant to do?

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

((I'll probably pop in later when I find an opportunity to join. I'm too lazy now.

Plus, Dreamels, I'm annoyed with you for accusing me of being annoyed with you after thinking that you were ignoring me when you were actually just tired from your work and stuff. I'm not so annoyable. ... Yes, I was stalking your other RP. Now I'm stalking this one, since you've yet to reply to mine.
You've driven me back into stalkitude. I hope you're happy!
(Yes, that was supposed to confuse you half to death.)

Hehe! XD *Glomps* Totally kidding, I can relate. Hope you recover from your hard work soon, yeah? I was so exhausted from my big event that I decided I just couldn't take it any more and jumped off a 216m high bridge!!! Unfortunately, there was this stupid piece of cord attached to my foot, so I just ended up bouncing up, and down, and up, and down again... *Sigh* Have one of your spies look into that! ... Forgotten my point.
See the boredness you've infected me with?!

So anyway, I hope to join soon. ))

*This RP has now been Polo-spammed*

[Batcat]

Miranda tapped her shoes on the ground impatiently, waiting for someone to unlock the classroom so she could get in. Anything was better than waiting out here with all of these tempting couches and plush chairs… She told herself to shut up and be patient. Then she remembered that today was Monday. She didn’t start classes until the afternoon on Monday… She cursed at her stupidity and stood up, irritably marching down the stairs and shoving open the door, walking into the street.

After walking a couple blocks downtown, trying to find a good – or at least decent – coffee shop, she finally came across a nice little café. She smiled at the woman behind the counter – trying to prove to Alex that people could like her, that she wasn’t a total turn-off – and proceeded to order her drink. When the woman asked if she wanted a scone with it, she shook her head vigorously, making the woman think she was crazy.
With a sigh, Miranda sipped at her bottle of water near the back of the shop in a corner. This way, she could see everything going on in the small store – although she doubted anything bad would happen. She let her eyelids flutter as she listened to the café noises around her.
Suddenly, the sound of bullets firing made her bolt upright. Some people were glancing out the window curiously, but most didn’t seem to notice. Quickly, she bustled over to the door, heart racing nervously. The bullets sounded familiar. Then she heard the robotic voice of the scooter.
“Oh God, anything but this,” She muttered to herself before rushing out the door. She could clearly see the sleek black motor scooter and a Butai, furiously heading in the same direction. She guessed that the student was being chased – his face gave that impression – and she immediately drew a pistol. She knew it wouldn’t stop the scooter, but just in case there was a human handling it from the side. Better to be safe than sorry, as her mom always said. Or maybe it was her dad? She sighed with an irritably. Once she started to thinnk of something, she couldn’t stop.
She turned her attention back out the window, where the scooter adressed the other boy the same way it’d adressed her the week before. There was something strange about that… She narrowed her eyes as she glared at it, trying to see what was going on.
“Butai Kinji,”
Her heart began to race. It was that boy from earlier. Hopefully he’d get out of there alive. If not…. Well, she would try to help. With a savage yell, she sprinted across the street with her bottle of water.
Water.
That was how she’d gotten rid of the scooter when it was attacking her. Her mind raced to find anything that might destroy it, or at least distract it. The lake!
She snapped her head to the right – the direction where Kinji and the scooter had turned – and sure enough it was there. A large, circular ditch full of sparkling blue water. She grinned, and began running, pumping her legs as fast as they would go. Her bottle of water would be enough to make it a little less functional then it was, she thought. Pushing herself a little farther, Miranda reached her bottle out and threw it at the vehicle. Perfect shot.
The scooter stopped – sparking a bit off the gun – as it took in the damage. It attempted to shoot, but it couldn’t. It was obviously disgruntled, which was a funny sight. Who knew a motor scooter could have feelings. But nevertheless, it continued forward. She guessed that its instructions were now to catch up to the bike and trigger the bomb. It only reinforced this thought when it sped up, as if trying to run it over. Which was probably its intent. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to think of a way to get him out of there without blowing the town – and herself – sky high. The second thought made her want to get out of there. She would be blameless. No one would have known she was there. But maybe she’d have a chance to redeem herself after last week…
The pair was getting farther and farther ahead of her, so she concentrated only on her running, her strong capable legs moving forward, her feet hitting the ground rythmically, her steady breathing. In, out, in, out…
Before she knew it, she’d caught up to the boy on the bike. She ran steadily alongside him, before calling to him in a low voice so that the scooter wouldn’t hear. She had no idea if it’d be able to change its course if it overheard her advice.
“Go to the lake. Jump off the bike and let it go into the water. I have no idea if it’ll work though.”
And with that, she dashed off in the other direction, intent on watching from a distance. She noticed that the empty plastic bottle in her hand was crushed where she was gripping it. Geez, she needed to get ahold of herself. She released it slowly, flexing her stiff fingers. Ouch. Gently, she threw the bottle in a recycling bin and watched the scene in front of her.

[[I've never typed so much. Like, ever. O.O See what you're missing out on Polo? Actually not that much xD]]

[Dreambug]

[[Woot!! Well done, Batcat! I love your style. I'm afraid mine's a little icky, and I will probably have to shorten my posts after this. The muse has gone...

And Polo, you had better join soon, or else I will pelt you with horse dung. You know I have enough of it...

And where is Kougu? Charlie is happily feeling brainwashed and angry at him, and he's just gone on 'pause'. Reply, child!!! ]]

Kinji continued to frantically pedal the bike as fast as it could possibly go, a bead of sweat trickling down past his sleek, black hairline and down his temple.
This isn't happening, he thought desperately. Not to me. Not now. I'm dreaming, that's all. I'll wake up in a minute, just watch me...
He closed his eyes for nothing more than a lazy blink, praying his thoughts would become reality – as mad as it sounded – but to no avail. It was official, he was the jinx of the century. Why was it always him? What the hell had he ever done?
Well...
Okay, he wouldn't be going down that route. He daren't think how many things he'd done that were enough to make any criminal hate his guts. He'd always aimed for the higher ranking assignments just for the pleasure of completing them, but the countless times a criminal had cursed and sworn his soul and life to hell... He'd lost count. But he always ignored them, because they were nothing but scum.
Still... Scum had it's way of coming back, no matter how many times you defeated it.
Crap...

“Go to the lake. Jump off the bike and let it go into the water.”
What? What was that?
He glanced to the side of him, noticing a female sprinting, struggling to keep up with him. He raised an eyebrow. Where had she appeared from? “I have no idea if it’ll work though.”
Well, any advice was good advice. Or, not really. But he didn't have any better ideas.
Besides, what had he been doing the entire time? Doing what a robot gun told him. Something all Butai were told from the very beginning not to do, because it always got them into trouble, mostly with their lives.
Nodding to the girl, he pedaled insanely forwards, swerving skillfully round a corner towards the city park. Thankfully, thanks to the girl's advice, he knew where he was going.
The lake.

Faster. Faster...

Frantically, he pedalled. And he continued until the chain on his bike knotted around the wheel and pedalling was no longer physically possible. Thankfully, he had reached a large hill, and with a final push with his foot, the bike sped up and rolled rather ungracefully down the grassy hill.
Kinji clenched his teeth, preparing to leap.
His eyes narrowed. He had to get this moment right...

With a sharp gasp, he positioned his feet to the bar on the back wheel, stood up and dived off the side of the bike. He laid flat on the grass, hands curled over his ears as the tiny vehicle led the armed scooter into the lake. Then he waited.
And waited.
And waited.

BANG!

He scrunched his eyes closed, preparing to feel a burning sensation on his back as he was blasted into the sky, but to his utter amazement, he remained on the ground. The only shock he got from the explosion was a vague vibration in the ground. Confused, he rolled onto his back and lifted his head, just in time to be sprayed with a light, foamy shower of lake water.
The explosion had caused the bike to explode, yes. But had it been on the ground it probably wouldn't have even been powerful enough to blow up a dust bin, never mind an entire street.
He raked a hand through his soaking, thick black hair, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
Was that it?

[Batcat]

As Miranda watched, she continued following the two objects at a distance. They were going at such a fast pace, she eventually had to run to keep up with them. She held back a chuckle as Kinji – yes, that was his name – tried to visibly decide whether or not to follow her advice. Good. No spur of the moment decisions. That was the last thing a Butai should do…
Realizing that her thoughts had caused her to slow down and she was falling very far behind, she focused once again on her running and breathing. Soon she caught up to them, but stayed on the other side of the sidewalk. She watched with critical eyes as the more advanced Butai pedaled furiously toward the sparkling body of water just ahead. Good. He was taking her advice – not that he always should. But still.
When he leapt off the bike, she ducked down behind a garbage can, covering her head, expecting a huge explosion that would sen a shower of rubble her way. But when there was nothing, she cautiously stood up – meeting the curious glances from passing people. No, not curious. Weirded out was more like it. She chuckled and looked to the lake just in time to watch the large explosion of water sending a shower of foam in to the air. She looked a little closer and saw a stunned Kinji – she was proud of herself for still remembering his name – staring at the explosion dumbly. She rolled her eyes – feeling oh so superior – and absently glanced around, her well trained eyes scanning the surroundings for anything unusual. And then she saw the scooter rolling her way.
Her first reaction was panic. The scooter couldn’t be coming after her! No way! But she looked and there it was, heading in her direction.
It can’t be for me, she thought, wildly trying to think of any excuse for the thing’s odd behavior. It can’t be! That was last week’s mission! But still – even after squeezing her eyes shut a couple of times – it was coming after her. She sighed and turned around, walking toward Kinji. She had a better chance of fighting it off with someone else. Besides, he owed her.
As she approached the figure, Miranda kept looking over her shoulder to check if it was still following her. It was. It was heading away from all of the shops and stuff, which was good. People were looking at it curiously, but it obviously wasn’t important enough to keep their attention for long. With a muttered curse, she began jogging towards the boy. All hope that it wasn’t after her quickly dissipitated. It was probably commanded to do everything it could to kill them.Or take them hostage. Whichever, although she would prefer being dead…
Pleasant, she thought to herself. She chuckled and finally reached Kinji. She had a light sheen on her forehead from all the running she’d done – she guessed she ran about five miles that day – and stopped to wipe it away. She really wanted water right then.
“It’s after us.” She said, stating the obvious. She nodded in the scooter’s general direction. “I’ve faced it before. Not an easy victory.” She winced. “Water is its weakness.”

[[Why thank you ^^ Although I really don't like it and like yours much much better xD]]

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

((Right, I'm quite keen to join. Dreamels, I think I'm going to stick to the plan I mentioned before... Just let me know where I should slot in. I'm thinking it's probably easiest to do it at the school... Unless your characters send for reinforcements or something, then I could use that...

I'll also need a quick briefing on the whole 'robot scooter' vibe. O.o *Snickers* The Polo is rather puzzled about all this. XD Is it kinda futuristic or something? ))

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

Name: Nao (Meaning: honest) Hayashi

Age: 17

Level: 8

Appearance: Nao is a half Japanese boy - he has straight black hair in a stylishly scruffy style - it fluffs out in a pixie-like fashion over each of his ears, and falls into a long, jagged side-fringe over his face. He has unexpectedly blue eyes - no doubt from his American mother's side - which were the cause of much mocking in his youth. He has high cheekbones, a strong jaw and a sweet, sensual mouth. His complexion is slightly pale for an Asian boy. He is tall and lean, but well toned - his muscles sculpted from years of training.

Personality: (Mostly to be RPed) Nao is a sweet boy; rather quiet and shy, but friendly and very loyal to those he befriends. His biggest downfall is probably his lack of self confidence.

Other: Nao has always been an object of bullying. He was an orphan - adopted by one of America's greatest secret agents and his partner. His new foster father enrolled him in Butai high at the age of 16 - two years late. Because he has no blood relation to his father, many argued that Nao did not even belong in the school. But when he showed his exceptional talent - proving himself greatly by progressing from level one to level eight in one year - the bullying only worsened from his classmates' jealousy. Because of this, Nao has few friends and he keeps out of everybody's way. His antagonists seem to have noticed that the more they break him down, the worse he performs - so with their help, Nao's skills have dimmed from excellent to mediocre, and nobody really seems to remember the bout of fleeting talent that he showed.
Everybody knows the vague story of how Nao came to be in the school, but nobody really knows what happened in his past, since he doesn't talk about it much.

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

Name: Zeth Kingsley

Age: 19

Level: 15 (He is the top Elite)

Appearance: He has dead straight ice white hair and hard green eyes. He is tall and powerful - but light on his feet, and agile as a cat.

Personality: He is very talented and intelligent, but also terribly ambitious. He is confident, angers quickly, and forgives slowly. Zeth is definitely the sort to bear a grudge. He is not very compassionate, and tends not to show mercy. He is not opposed to violence.



Name: Sarah Kingsley

Age: 14

Level: 1

Appearance: Long brown hair and hazel eyes.

Personality: Kind, bubbly and exuberant.

Other: Zeth's sister.

[Batcat]

[[Ooh, Polo, I love Nao I'ma make another character JUST for him lmao. Actually, I might make a couple more... *wanders to character lab*]]

[Polo trapped in an inkpot]

((Woop! *Glomps* I'm so glad. I'm very pleased with Nao so far. XD Can't wait to see how he turns out... *Waits for Dreameh* O.o

Will you quickly explain what has happened so far while we wait? ))

[Dreambug]

[[Pshh. Whatever, Batcat. I'm not going to start another 'Who's awesomer' argument again since, and you can ask Polo about this one, they're never ending. So I shall secretly cackle evilly in my Mow-cave and argue who's better in my head. Just because you know I'm right. XD

And Polo... Wowness! Loving your charris. We've got a good mix, here

And it's not set in the future, the gun -scooter thingys were just something made by an evil genius. They're just upright, two-wheeler scooters with machine guns strapped to the top with sensors to certain targets. Just think of a gun on a scooter. ]]

Kinji stared at the female, immediately knowing her as the one whom had helped save his backside when the thing had appeared to be following him earlier. The blend of that and the fact that she was a fellow Butai meant that he could trust her.
Well... Trust her not to shoot him, at least.
He wiped his drenched, pale brow with his sleeve and rubbed at his scruffy hair, trying – and failing – to dry it off before the machine got near them. He hated water. He despised it more than than a Persian house cat. But he couldn't afford to be showing the world his weaknesses at that moment in time. Instead, he left his hair to sculpt itself back into it's same, old mop-head hair style and immediately pulled out his gun. He had a feeling he was going to need it.
“It's after us.” The young woman informed him, not that he hadn't already noticed that fact as soon as he'd set eyes on the damned thing. He felt like laughing outloud at her obvious statement, but decided now was not the time. They both had better things to worry about.
“I’ve faced it before. Not an easy victory.
Great.
“Water is it's weakness.”
Kinji's eyebrows shot to the sky. Well, he'd never thought he'd ever have something in common to an armed, robot-scooter. The day was just getting more and more bizarre...
Wait a minute... If water was the thing's weakness, then he had just the thing!
He reached into his shoulder back and pulled out the tiniest, most pathetic little water pistol most had ever seen before. It was translucent, reflective pink with a trigger guard that only very thin fingers could fit through. The handle was so small he could cup it in his palm, even whilst holding it, his index finger placed firmly on the trigger.
“I'd always wondered when this thing would come in handy...” He muttered in amazement, flashing her a daring tweak of a smile. He slipped his other gun back in his pocket – it would be no help to him, he realised with a jolt – and turned back to the machine, holding the pistol as if it were loaded with bullets. His lips sank into a serious, stiff line once more as he showed the machine his weapon.
It was a wonder anyone could take him seriously. He had a reflective, pink water pistol not much bigger than a golf ball in his hand.
“Get back.” He warned his opposition, raising the tip so it was pointing to the spine of the scooter. Now all he had to do was see where the microchip was...

Then he remembered. If the scooter contained anything electrical or fragile it wouldn't have it available to destroy on the surface. It would have anything it needed to keep running far beneath the surface. Near the wheel, perhaps?
“I'm armed.” He warned the robot, his gaze hardening threateningly. “I won't say it again. Get back.”
I'm talking to a scooter, he thought, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes. Without waiting another second he squeezed the plastic trigger and watched the water spurt out with impressive power all over the gun.
Who knew a gun so small had such a kick?
“Well, that's not bad for something I got out of a Christmas cracker.” he said, mostly to himself, with an amused sneer. He watched as the machine continued to roll towards them, sparks flying out of the centre of the wheels. Something popped, roared, made all sorts of unhealthy noises, when all of a sudden it spun off course and sank to the floor, the machine gun firing madly against the grass. Kinji leapt out of the way just as the bullets fired and took cover behind a fancy, stone-built, park shelter.

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