Nightmare!! The march of the hallway demon lords!

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Who: Tsuchi Utazawa, Takeo Akiyama +others/open.
When: The morning after the discovery of magic. Break between the first class hour.
What: Hallway terror
Where: Probably the hallways



"Utazawa, you know what makes something wonderful? Its improbability. And having a respectable, rule-abiding atmosphere in this school is almost as improbable as, say, someone discovering magical artifacts here, or something of the sort," he said. That "he" was a boy whose gakuran was probably on the top tier of impeccable school uniforms, adorned with a disciplinary committee armband. His hair was a mousy gray-black, slicked back and nicely combed.

He would look more intimidating if he wasn't a bit on the short side, and if he didn't have a considerably taller assistant.

Still, he walked with stride and confidence despite the fact the halls were flooding with students enjoying their term break. Under one arm he carried a roll of large, A3-sized papers.

"But one has to start somewhere. And while I, as the head of the disciplinary committee," the boy continued, putting his hands by his mouth as if to fake a parenthesis, "(self-appointed)", before taking them back down, "think it's of utmost importance that we work towards that higher goal."

He stopped by a relatively uninteresting wall before smacking up a poster, explaining the students a thing or two about tardiness. Namely, how absolutely intolerable it was. This was done by talking about how he, Akiyama Takeo, had used his time machine to travel to the future to see the fate of tardy high-schoolers, which culminated in an apocalypse that he barely escaped from, thus leading him to work hard to save mankind from that fate. "Scotch tape," he told his friend, gesturing with his head at the poster. "So, what do you think? It's probably my best poster yet."

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It was almost a successful move. Takuro and Itsuki were walking by just as Takeo had his head down on the clipboard, revising some matter of grave importance that he would not look up.

But then a moment in, he looked up. "I feel a presence... I presence I didn't feel since--" he paused, breathed as you would if you were a man in a black, artificial breathing helmet, and then snapped his fingers. "First class term-- Iwasaki. Kudou."

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"Top marks, Disciplinary-kun," Takuro said cheerfully, having stopped after being addressed by name. "And kind of creepy."

He shot a glance at Itsuki, unable to decide between making conversation or bolting.

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"You were absent from the first class this morning, and..." Takeo paused, looking Takuro over, from head to toe and up again. "It seems like you took the opportunity to run through some sprinklers, or go swimming." His keen eye, hawk-like in his sharpness, wouldn't miss a detail. "In a rather... viscous pool at that."

Itsuki, rapidly boiling with anxiety, broke into a nervous laugh. "Oh, um, Takuro and I fell into a frog nest."

"Frogs don't have nests," Takeo supplied.

"We know! That made it even more surprising. Imagine that, gosh!"

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"Don't worry, we'll avoid falling into it again," Takuro added, already tugging at Itsuki's sleeve. "It took us such a long time to get out, and we wouldn't want to miss more class, would we, Itsuki-kun?"

"We'll leave you two to your-" he glanced at the poster on the wall, "-your important announcements."

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"What? AH-oh, yes, Takuro and I are really... class-types sort of people, reckon if we stick around we'll just bore you talkin' bout how much we love to be on time," he blabbered, smiling as he took a few steps back. "Come on, mister President, let's go--"

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"TWO HOURS DETENTION!" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BbRffBCeYw) Takeo shouted before they could get out of earshot.

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That stopped Takuro dead in his tracks. He spun on his heel to turn back to this disciplinary committee members.

"What for?" he called back, the effect of the irritated folding of his arms and impatient tapping of his foot hampered by the water dripping from his wet hair.

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"Terrible uniform etiquette, trying to avoid school discipline, being tardy, and threatening the reproductive cycle of frogs, which as you know," he briefly looked at Tsuchi, "are more endangered than you'd think. Did you know that frog population is dropping?" He paused to look back at Takuro. "You should honestly think twice before trying to go over my head, Iwasaki-san... A hard feat, already, when you're heavier from all the water on you."

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The argument was coming down harder now. Tsuchi stood back from the poster and thought about it. He did not care for the other boy's state or attitude. He thought it was better that he got to learn. Would he be this dismissive at work or something? So he stayed silent, except for:

"I feel it's kind of inconsiderate to make this mess and expect people to clean up after you, really." Only Takeo's presence stopped him adding 'sorry' at the end of that statement.

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"Oh, I'm sorry," Takuro simpered, sarcasm almost physically dripping from his tone. "Next time I'm filled with an overwhelming urge to fall into a hole, the mere thought of getting water in the school's hallways will carry me to safety, I'm sure."

In an uncharacteristically ill temper, he strode off.

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"O-oh my..." Itsuki said, following after Takuro in a more sheepish, crestfallen way.