With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Michael could't help but be astounded at how blatantly disrespectful this new guy was being. To a teacher non the less! Michael would have confronted him about it but, it seemed there teacher beat him to the punch, so cooling his jets he simply took his seat. No need to get out of his teachers good graces too early like the other guy seemed to want to. Michael was a little surprised to see that she tried to ask him kindly, which he guessed was the correct thing to do in this situation. He actually kicked himself for actually thinking of flying off the handle, its not like he was a teacher, merely a peer to his fellow students. Besides his opinions probably wouldn't have carried allot of weight as of right now. For now, he would study his books until the matter of resolved.
"Excuse me, but I wonder if you might wait for a break before smoking. Also, If you must, I would prefer if you smoked outside.
Jeez, first she gets all buttmad over sleeping in and now about smoking? Well she was obviously dumb enough to try and reason with him, maybe he could attempt to pull one over on her.
"Yeah, that's not gonna work. See, these cigarettes are my prescription and I just can't go that long without them. I could actually die! You wouldn't want a student to die in your class because you denied him his medicine would you? And outside? How will I learn from your wonderful lessons if I'm outside taking my medicine all class?!"
His voice dripped with sarcasm, and condesencion, his eyebrows cocking up in a look of "come at me bro", further backed up by him taking a large drag and blowing it the teachers way, a shit eating grin on Hikaru's face.
He was pretty sure he'd heard teachers couldn't do shit to students at school. So even if she got pissed, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting run through by the bitches zanpakutou.
Post by Mikhail Rost on Apr 18, 2012 3:16:22 GMT -5
Kimiko tried to ask Hikaru politely about smoking outside.but he responded with complete sarcasm and even blew smoke up at her. This irritable twitch came over her pretty features as her crimson eyes stared at him and she tried to keep her smile. Suddenly a wicked idea occured to her, she folded her arms and leaned closer to him, her eyes glinting mischieviously and her lips upturning in a smirk...
"Prescription huh? I'm sure you have some papers from fourth division saying as much, yes? If you're in such dire condition, maybe I should send you to see Captain Kurotsuchi I'm sure he could come up with something. He'd be thrilled to have a volunteer to dissect, I mean work with... We wouldn't want you to die, but you would be surprised what you can live through..."
She looked like she was seriously considering sending him to see the captain of research and development. Maybe when he was done Hikaru would have some bulky medication tank hooked up to his body.
Hiyoue's eyes widened, did the teacher say dissect? What the hell?! No, of course not...
Mikhail Rost - Human - ML:S Sobek Kurokawa -Arrancar - HL:W Kimiko Kaneko - Shinigami - ML:A Ikkaku Madarame - Shinigami - HL:S Don Kan'onji - Human - LL:A
What an arrogant ass. Michael thought to himself as he listened to this man's ludicrous and blatant lie to the teacher. Did this guy have no respect for authority or his superiors at all? It just didn't make sense to him why someone would so sarcastic to a teacher who was there to HELP them, and it wasn't right to make their job harder when they took time out of their schedule to do so. He felt like he should say something but, their teacher beat him to it. Seems she was playing along with him, asking him for his paperwork on the matter. Michael smirked a little bit but returned to his bearing. She then went on to consider maybe sending him to the Captain of research and development, which, would have been funny if not even more dreadfully terrifying.
There was also the hint of a threat in her voice. She was definitely not a teacher you would want to piss off. He looked to the other student who seemed horrified by something she said. Which in retrospect was a common reaction he supposed. Oddly, he was considering maybe joining that division when he graduated but, it was one of three possible divisions he wanted to join so, nothing was set in stone. "C'mon man... j-just put it out... you know she has you beat." He said awkwardly, he wasn't the social type so it was odd for him to talk to someone openly. But, he had lost his patience enough, and was ready to learn. Knowledge was power after all.
Hikaru stared right back into her eyes. He had grown up on the streets. He had dealt with murderers and drug dealers. When you lived in that kind of environment you learned how to read people, and read the situation. Only issue was, this bitch was unreadable. She looked like she meant it, but he couldn't tell if she was just bluffing or not. He didn't have enough information about this Captain Kurotsuchi or how likely her threats would be realized.
Silently he rolled the cigarette into his mouth, chewing it slowly, his eyes boring back into hers with a barely contained defiance. With a cringe, he swallowed the cigarette and gave her a fake smile. The taste was unbearable and he made a mental note to never pull that stunt again.
"C'mon man... j-just put it out... you know she has you beat."
His eyes instantly flitted to where the student was saying, and before he could stop himself he belted out a quick challenge.
Post by Mikhail Rost on May 24, 2012 4:58:41 GMT -5
Kimiko kept her smug smirk as Hikaru stared into her crimson eyes. She decided that Hikaru was one of those kids who probably grew up in a bad area of the Rukongai. Had to be tough to survive, thick-skinned, kinda like one of her friends, Hisashi. Of course Hisashi had always been a likeable asshole, till recently anyway, nevermind that though.
Hiyoue watched the exchange between teacher and student and thought it was like some epic battle of wits, her eyes darted between them as if waiting for one to blink. This was intense, she never expected a student to be so agressive toward one of the teachers.
Michael spoke up rather awkwardly, "C'mon man... j-just put it out...you know she has you beat."
Hikaru answered him by belting out a quick challenge before he could stop himself, "How about I beat you, faggot."
This made Kimiko lean in a little closer and narrow her gaze. "Are you that eager to fight?" She watched impassively as Hikaru rolled the cigarette into his mouth and chewed it with a defiant expression.
"EWWWWW!" Hiyoue blurted out without thinking shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut. "...Gross!"
Hikaru cringed as he swallowed the cigarette and tried to smile through the horrible, awlful taste. Kimiko could swear he almost turned green.
"Oh my, that had to be positively dreadful..." Kimiko said in a demure tone, but then giggled slightly raising a hand to her face to stifle it. Poor guy was trying so hard for that hard-ass first impression that he was willing to make himself sick. Maybe she should let him save face a little bit.
"Thank you. Now, if you would be so kind, what is your name?"
Mikhail Rost - Human - ML:S Sobek Kurokawa -Arrancar - HL:W Kimiko Kaneko - Shinigami - ML:A Ikkaku Madarame - Shinigami - HL:S Don Kan'onji - Human - LL:A
Quickly as Hikaru had belted out the response of calling him a faggot. Michael receaded into his chair. He truly didn't want to fight anyone in is class. He was absolutely dreadful when it came to physical combat. Now if it had come down to a match of Kido then, he may have had a chance. Odds are the other kid already had his zanpakuto anyway. Best not make him angry lest Michael get hurt before class even begone. Another student proceeded to make her disgust of him swallowing the cigarette known. Truly it must have tasted terrible according to her disgust and their Sensei's words, at least it sounded like it. He even cringed when he did it.
Its not that he enjoyed her torturing him but, the fact he had been rude to him when he only tried to help had made him happy he was being scolded. Michael kinda felt like a coward, happy with the teacher fighting his battles for him as of right now. At least, they were still in school. Michael wasn't sure if he could truly take the life of something, including that of a hollow. Weren't they still a living being? Then again... they also took lives... many at that. So perhaps it was right to take their lives? Michael... was truly not sure right now.
Hikaru continued to attempt to glare back into Kimiko's eyes, but her steely gaze held just as fast. He had forgotten that he was being taught by trained killers. Of course his typical hard-ass routine wouldn't work. He mentally smacked himself.
"Oh my, that had to be positively dreadful..." she said. She was right of course. Cigarettes tasted terrible when you ate them. But he had too much pride to admit it. Instead he pointedly cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Thank you. Now, if you would be so kind, what is your name?" she giggled. She actually giggled. At him. Nobody fucking giggled at him. But she had the power in the room, and he had no doubts that she could kill him faster than he could blink; or send him to an even worse fate.
"The name's Tetsuo. Tetsuo, Hikaru. And I'm always eager to fight." he replied, his eyes pointedly boring into the kid he had called out earlier. Sure he may not have been able to intimidate the teacher, but this was a combat class. Beating the snot out of some prissy little fuck is what he lived for.
Post by Mikhail Rost on Jun 5, 2012 2:02:40 GMT -5
There was definately going to be some rivalry in the class, which was okay by Kimiko. It was quite similar to how Captain Soifon ran her squad, healthy rivalry promotes a desire to become stonger. Still, she may have to watch this boy, do what she can to help mold his arrogant nature so that he became a great shinigami.
"Well Hikaru Tetsu, I'm glad to hear you're eager, and I can teach you to fight. More important though, is WHY you fight. I will teach you various skills but you should all be responsible in how you use them."
She stepped away from Hikaru's desk and put her hands behind her back as she walked in front of the students "Your mission, as Shinigami, will be to help the souls of the departed find their way to soul society, and to purify the souls of Hollows. You must also be prepared to combat those who threaten the stablity of the Soul Society and the balance of the World of the Living.
Hiyoue stood quietly, kinda in awe of Kimiko's composure in dealing with Hikaru as well as listening intently to what she was saying, this was a great responsibility.
"Now, aside from the things I have already mentioned we'll be doing I want your input as well. If there's something you want to learn about, we can discuss it. Lastly I hope to have some guest speakers for you to meet as we proceed. Any questions?"
Mikhail Rost - Human - ML:S Sobek Kurokawa -Arrancar - HL:W Kimiko Kaneko - Shinigami - ML:A Ikkaku Madarame - Shinigami - HL:S Don Kan'onji - Human - LL:A
The early bird catches the worm! At least that was she USUALLY proclaimed. She had come up at an early time and found herself in her seat. Ready and eager to learn, eyes of midnight upon the board and yet, there was no one there yet. Her mind began to drift and before she knew it, a spell was taking over the young woman who was perceived often as yet another young lad. It mattered not! She was learning no matter what! With her condition hitting her hard, her head had hit the desk upon which she sat. A soft snore in the air, while the sleeping beauty simply slept.
Slept she did, through the massive fighting with a late student and as class started. The poor girl had no control over it. Her eyes entranced in the soft throws of dreamland, only to be soon scooped up. Rather groggily she arose, her hat flopping off that mop she called hair. As well, glasses remained on the desk, only to be knocked if while she woke from her long slumber. Unfortunately the disorientation made her stumble a bit in her seat and she fell abruptly out of the chair. Dumbfound, she gazed a bit until she realized where she was even at.
How embarrassing! Luckily there seemed to be a delinquent who was hogging a majority of the attention. Makoto had no problems in trying to slip into her seat, as if invisible. Indiscreetly, smoothly, sliding her hat on her head, she stared ahead. Pretend it didn't happen, not say a word and she wasn't there but she wasn't NOT there either. Win, win, right? A sort of goofy grin sat on her lips and she seemed pleased with herself, or simply trying to cover the odd circumstance, either way, Makoto was alert now.