savethecitydesu | Discovery?! The disciplinarians discern enigmas?

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Discovery?! The disciplinarians discern enigmas?

Who: Takeo and Tsuchi
Where: The Disciplinary Committee Room
What: Reading the scroll Mitsuya dropped here
When: After this thread.

Takeo had a bandage around the wound on his arm. He had made a point of cleaning up, because even when wounded he wanted to look dignified. "Alright," he'd said, as soon as he'd finished putting a safety pin on his sleeve to hold it up, nice and tidy. "Let's see what this is all about then."

He opened the scroll, and to his shock and surprise, words appeared on it-- literally manifesting as the blank paper was exposed, in a burst of purple flame that left behind inked text. It urged him, however, to say in awed tones: "Utazawa, come look at this...."

HELLO,
YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE SCROLL OF SWIFT INITIATION

Before Takeo could finish taking in what was before him, he felt as if he had been punched in the face, and the mysteries arcane being revealed to him.

He also shouted: "MOTHER FUDGECAKE!" because while most people would shout some obscenity when surprised by a punch, Takeo knew that, in his position as head disciplinarian, someone was bound to punch him eventually, so he'd been practicing.

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There, over by the wall, stood Tsuchi. Upon his face, curiously surprised, sat a questioning expression.

He stared at his friend. He could imagine how, in the pain of loosing blood, his friend might say some sharp word that was on the tip of his tongue. He could see where his anger was from, because that wound had looked painful.

"Are you all right?" he said sincerely. Thinking about it, he saw that even in the old building, his friend's resilience had been better to when this day had arrived. He was annoyed with himself for giving the matter no sooner thought.

So immediately after he spoke, he moved over. How illogical - illogical! - he could chance it to say, that his friend's interest was in a piece of paper - but it was so strange that it was something he wanted to know. Now his fingers were unfurling the same paper.

Takeo caught sight of this while stunned still from the pain, but it was a little too late. "Wait," he'd began. "Don't read it. There's something weird--"

By this point, however, Tsuchi would be welcomed into the world of magic in the now-traditional "feels like a punch to the face" manner.

... And the warning was late. The same words had presented themselves to his friend were now in the back of his eyes with a growing, glowing purple text. He was so shaken that he had to steady himself against the table for a moment. He had no breath afterwards, as he stepped back from the desk and looked around.

"... the heck was that?"

"I... am not entirely sure," Takeo admitted, reluctantly, staring at Tsuchi with concern for a moment prior to directing his eyes back to the scroll now. He read on, even if warily, and squinted his eyes tight. "Initiation to the arts of magic...? Discovery of the powers within, wha-- ahh--"

Takeo felt his head jerk back again, although this time it was a feeling like he needed to sneeze.

Tsuchi, with the advantage of height, read over his friend's shoulder. Soon he found himself believing that some illnesses were contagious. One sneeze came from a tickling sensation at the back of his throat. There was moment or two of horrid irritation and inhaling. He hesitated to cough - could felt his diaphragm rise, thrice - and let off a sneeze.

"Probably... a joke. Someone laced... with sneezing powder or something."

"Well, that would be a reasonable explanation, except perhaps for the otherworldly writing made by fire..." said Takeo, who then paused to consider: "Or maybe it's laced with other substances..."

He considered this for a moment before looking down at the scroll, which said, in a rather larger fire-font than the previous used:

"No."

"Ah."

At that moment there was a knock on the door. Some delinquent of annoyingly nasal tone that, according to his whining before coming in, had come with unhappy intentions: "Hey! Discipline guys!" said the boy, slamming the door open. He was a head bigger than Takeo and thus, a bit smaller than Tsuchi, but he made up for his height disadvantage in width, width of shoulders at the end of a hunched, beastly back, which strained under his jacket. "What's all this about me getting detention today?!"

Tsuchi felt a little threatened by this boy who was figuratively wide as he was tall. He had naturally jumped, and was now hiding his hands under his arms. The boy - who reminded him of brick wall - seemed a bit memorable from earlier, but the intimidation had made him a bit forgetful. He was dizzy with confusion, and directed his gaze to his superior.

Help?

Takeo looked at Tsuchi briefly. Normally his reassuring look would be a hundred-percent on the spot, completely and absolutely sure of himself, but with his current state of confusion it was off enough to make it clear both of them had been caught by surprise.

He turned to the delinquent. "Well, it means you're getting detention today, it seems rather straight forward. If you want to appeal it you can take this up to the student council. We're busy right now."

The boy simply glowered. He began a slouching walk towards Takeo's desk. "I'll appeal alright. I'll appeal your faces off."

Tsuchi was so uncertain about how to react to this threat, that from where he was standing he seemed to wink right out of existence. He put himself in frond of his friend, warily. Ignoring somebody he knew when they were in trouble was something he just would not do. The extremely angry boy came towards him and discovered that, in the grand scheme of things, he just wasn't that important.

"Just relax," he said. "If you're this angry, just come back later."

That shouldn't have worked. As a matter of fact, Tsuchi's attempts to soothe the beastly student should have only drawn up a lot of verbal rage from him. And punching in generous amounts.

He was about to start: "JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, HUU--" he'd said, when his line of questioning simmered down. A glazed look came upon his eyes as a sort of blue glow, visible only to Takeo and Tsuchi, briefly shimmered over him. "UUuuuhhhhh..." he went, prior to blinking, as would someone trying to wake themselves in the wee hours of the morning and finding lucidity a difficult thing to master. "H-huhh... what, what was I... saying again?" he mumbled.

Tsuchi carefully patted his face with his hands. Somehow, it wasn't clean gone. People were not supposed to ignore him; he was used to getting a complaint about rules and prodecure every other day. His skin under his hair seemed to be picking up a sweat.

"Nothing," he said. "So you really can't remember, huh?"

"I... well I know I was mad about something," the boy said. He looked like the frustration was starting to arise, though now it was mostly out of difficulty recalling why he was upset.

That blue glow on him was flickering on and off, now, like a malfunctioning lightbulb.

Tsuchi would have liked to say he had not noticed, but he had. So, before he said anything, he looked at his friend and very carefully nodded his head at the sight. He met those flashing eyes, again, and spoke very slowly.

"Maybe you should just go for a lie down, yeah?"

Takeo was in the process of just staring back and forth between Tsuchi and the other boy. He arched his brows high as he saw Tsuchi's words result in that blue glow returning, steadily, and in the delinquent's eyes glazing up again.

All creases born from aggression and agitation vanished from his face-- and, while he briefly looked muddled, he just nodded slightly. "Y-yeah, I guess so. I mean, it's just one afternoon's detention, right...? Uh... sorry about that," the boy said, turning around and leaving the room. Even when he closed the door, the blue glow could be seen across the walls, as if Takeo and Tsuchi were privy to some x-ray vision of sorts.

Ah. Now he was able to have some breathing room and move freely. It was simply too strange. He stepped back and felt his legs walking into his chair, where he sat looking absentminded and lost.

"I don't know what's got into me," he began saying. "But that was weird."

Takeo slowly rose from his chair. He was still staring at the trail of blue left behind by the delinquent, and arching his brows more and more as his head turned towards Tsuchi.

"Indeed..." he started. "I think we need to get another look at that scroll."

Tsuchi looked back at the desk, a little frightened. The scroll seemed to pulse with life as he stepped towards it, or maybe it was his thought imagining it. He tapped it with some of his fingers and moved it across the table.

"Well, this is stupid."

With that, he was able to gather his strength and attempt to read the thing.

What followed was a swift introduction into magic-- and the call of one's own element. The scroll had a very poetic way of revealing what your element was, going on about how Before it was one whose heart burned, for there was a sun within and one who was like sand at the shore of a vast sea...

Then the scroll informed them that revealing their element would "cause a brief inconvenience." This resulted in both boys sneezing violently.

The only difference is Takeo sneezed fire, all over his desk.

"Hahhg--? Ah? AHH!"

There, on the wooden desk, burned the growing flames. They were crackling and rising up to the ceiling - and that ceiling was not flameproof. How long would it be before the alarm rang? Then its direction shifted, and it crackled, as if it had eaten the most delicious oxygen.

They ate all the paper and deposited more black-orange ashes than Tsuchi could think of. For a long time he was too confused to even collect the fire extinguisher from the side of the room. As he stared, his hand wiped itself on his trousers. He was finding it hard to comprehend what was before his eyes.

"Uh..."

He gave up trying, and strode and tore the extinguisher off the wall. He aimed it with all the concentration he could muster, though using it wasn't his strong point.

"For certainly, someone's talking really bad about you."

If he hadn't been reeling back, his adrenaline-fueled reflex getting him away from the fire, Takeo would've just been too horrified to react. But now his blood was pumping fast, bringing oxygen to his brain to burn at a mean rate, and his confusion shook under a simple fact, which he grasped tightly, as he sought to sort things out: "I... did that? I did it?" he mused aloud, stepping towards his desk, now with scorch marks.

He then repeated himself: "I did that..." he continued. This was no longer a question, but something he accepted. "That fire came from me..." he added, bringing a hand towards his nose, the unlikely source of his new pyrokinesis... and perhaps it was tension, still beating inside, or simply the focus on his flames, but a tiny tongue of flame materialized slightly over his palm. It made him yelp lightly and lower it instinctively but... he wasn't feeling a burn, he wasn't feeling pain from this yellow, curious fire... and so he brought it up again, to gaze with curiosity and amazement at it.

As it burned there was a small moment of peace for Takeo to analyse what he was doing. Because while he was looking at this fire, Tsuchi was watching it with considerable foresight and concern. He was by then too surprised and thoughtful to say anything with strength or power. A bit washed out.

"I hope you think being able to say you're literally hot'll be worth all the trouble," he said.

Takeo knew that his friend was taking refuge in sarcasm, but there was only so much he could manage. With a slight (and almost hysterical) gasp, the last slip of control that he allowed himself, Takeo turned to his friend. "Utazawa-kun, do you realize what this means? Somehow, we've gained powers beyond what is normal for a mere highschooler."

Tsuchi sat down and wrestled with his hands. The idea it gave him to use this power was the very moment he chose to bury his hands between his thighs. There was a moment or two of mental struggling. He hastened to use it hesitantly, as he had never really found himself in this position before - and made sure he never was.

An irritable sigh came out of his mouth. "Yeah, I know. Right now, I wish I didn't."

His hands raised slightly, and he would soon force a sound like hissing steam through his lips.

"Fuck."

Takeo's thrill stopped. His excitable high vanishing as his attention turned to his friend. With it, the flame between his hands died.

Normal, reasonable thoughts were escaping him. He had to abandon them to chase after answers, which at the time were on the other side of the fence of logic. However, he backtracked - with effort - to that kind of sensible thinking, and approached the other boy in the room.

"You're upset..." he noted, blinking slowly. "See, I think I am, but I'm keeping it down. I can't afford to be upset, but you can..." he continued, moving on to a simple question which, despite its simplicity, he found fit the moment. "Would you like to talk about it?"

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