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Nightmare!! The march of the hallway demon lords!
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."
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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In an uncharacteristically ill temper, he strode off.
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