8th Stage ☢ A triumphant return [VIDEO]

[deathboss]

[For those who might remember him, Eikichi's beautiful face gracefully showed up in the halls of Smash Academy last year in February before disappearing for no reason. Yet now he is back, looking all the more confused.]

Hey uh...babes? [He's distressed, by the sound of his voice, but most of his facial reactions display complete and total confusion.] Michel's kinda confused that his clock says it's March 2014. Sure he's not that great with electronics but he's sure that's a year and month later than what the time's supposed to be!

Did the Hands pull a prank on everyone? Cause I don't see my roommate anywhere either...

[Dude had just stepped out to buy melons, what the hell had happened. If only he knew...]

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[deathboss]

[You can practically see the steam rising from his ears. The video feed is SHAKING from his anger and his hands moving.]

Okay.

[The tone is so glacial that a student nearby takes one look at him and tears off running on the opposite end. The feed shuts off after that single word. Cat got his tongue?]

[A few minutes later he's in the detention hall. He's not too hard to spot with the hair, black nails, massive amount of jewelery and, well, the fact that he stands at 185cm in height. Any other student who is there is standing farther away from him.]

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[nagyka]

[ Quistis, on the other hand, could be mistaken for a student. Her age isn't entirely easy to pin; younger than twenty-five and certainly older than sixteen. She's on the taller side, shapely and in a coral get-up that shows a bit of her midriff. Her glasses are perched on her nose and she vaguely fidgets with them while walking with a purpose. Her boots echo through the halls as she nears. ]

Mr. Mishina. [ She says his name quietly, her voice a honeyed tenor. She holds out a paper cup with steam escaping from the plastic cover as she gestures for him to enter the room. ] Chamomile?

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[deathboss]

[And he had expected someone much older. Like a cranky old teacher lady, so for a few seconds he blinks in surprise. Well, as Philemon has said, we all wear masks. Man she could be close to Big Sis' age possibly...or Yukino's? Her appearance was like a cross between Yukki, Ginko and Maya now that he thought about it--gwah no that sounded terrible, he'll just forget he ever thought that.]

Yeah.

[His voice is low and gruff. Even if she is young, he's not a fan of her attitude...but she is offering tea. It's impolite to refuse a gift in Japan, so he takes it, as much as he wants to slam it to the ground refuse.]

Sure.

[nagyka]

[ She knew what to expect from the video and she doesn't really judge based on his appearance. Appearances meant nothing, they were just a shell that supported whatever was on the inside. Of course, it never hurt when that shell was something attractive, did it?]

Teaspoon of honey, I hope it's not a problem.

[ She isn't a fan of his attitude, either. She waits for him to enter first and then sets her own cup down, circling the desk until she is on the opposite side, one palm pressed firmly against the surface. ]

It seems that you have calmed down. I can understand your perspective, but I would hope that you can also see from mine. If I do not assert authority, I will be walked all over -- particularly as a new teacher. For that matter, you insulted me. Repeatedly. While I should not have responded in kind -- and I apologize for that as it was very unprofessional -- you can hopefully understand why the only "correct" response would to be to serve you more hours.

[ She lifts the cup, pops the lid off and takes a sip, sighing as she removes the rim from her lips. ]

I'll sit through this hour with you as penance for my attitude and then we can part ways, Mr. Mishina.