ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER BUCK [o]

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[/i]. He hardly wanted to mop the stinking floor up the first time so he most certainly did not want to mop it up again because of the multitude of dirty footprints that'd soon cover it. A odd flicker off blue flame could be seen emitting from the ring on his right hand as Saru placed his palm along the still wet floor allowing the flame to quickly engulf his hand then then entire floor flash freezing it.

While he detested this life as a Mafioso it did have it perks. Obviously this was one of them, this power, this strength that'd in years prior would have only sounded like a fairy tale, or some work of fiction. In cases like this moment the Dying WIll Flame did come in hand even when not used in combat even if this was far from a proper situation to use it in. Even so the last thing Saru wanted to have to do was to mop up the fricking floor again so his only option was to freeze it, and make sure anyone who stepped down on it regretted it. Hell he'd probably catch some lip for not putting up a wet floor sign,but it'd still be worth it.

It was too bad that there was no one here to bet with on how many kids would fall...

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[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,border-left: 1px dashed #EA2800; padding: 0px 5px 10px 10px;] Sho really, really didn't want to go back to class. Under normal circumstances, he would have simply picked a single spot in which to nap during lunch period, but for the life of him, he hadn't been able to find a sufficiently quiet spot. The rooftop had always been an option, but in all honesty, when the thought had initially crossed his mind at the beginning of lunch period, his laziness had kicked in by default and insisted that the staircase leading to said location was too far away. Of course, it wasn't really—at most, it was several hallways down, past the bathrooms and nurse's office, but bah. The prospect of walking hadn't appealed to him at that point in time. Right now, however, there were less than four minutes left of lunch period—and he was beginning to deeply regret not having gone to the rooftop. After all, if he had gone there earlier, he wouldn't have to move now, right? At this point in time, he was long past caring about his next class. All he really wanted to do was skip, feast on Pocky, and take a long nap, studies be damned. His grades were still fine; it wasn't as if he didn't understand the material, in spite of his tendency to sleep through classes. Every fiber of his being insisted that skipping was the best course of action. He had never claimed to be a good student, anyway. It wasn't as if he had anything to prove or a status to maintain. To most of the other students, Sho was simply another face in the crowd—reasonably attractive but lacking any interesting deeds to his name. And he was fine with that. There wasn't much point in impressing the other students or doing anything that warranted other people's interest, considering he cared little for most of their opinions anyway. Some people were fascinating, of course, but the generic crop of humanity held typical views of things like success—views and concepts for which he couldn't care less. His definitions of such things were far too dissimilar. Sure, he could chalk it up to his morals—or rather, lack thereof—but why did he need to justify himself to people he didn't care about? Really, he didn't. "Fuck it," he proclaimed serenely in the empty hallway. Or well, as serenely as one could while rushing down said hallway in an attempt to make it to the rooftop staircase before the bell rang. "I'll just skip—no one's gonna care anyway." And then the bell rang. Well, damn. Preoccupied with thoughts of getting to his destination, Sho turned the corner—and then did a double-take, blinking dumbly as he was greeted by the sight of the resident janitor touching his hand to the floor of the adjacent hallway. And...was that a...flame exuding from the ring on his finger? Utterly baffled and unsure of what to think, he simply stopped and stared as a thin layer of ice engulfed the floor. All he could really do was gape at the scene, mind blank, struggling to come up with an appropriate statement for the situation. "...Holy shit." Well, he supposed that worked too. Drowning in the throes of his disbelief, Sho couldn't resist the urge to step forward just to see if it was really ice—and then he promptly stumbled, making an erratic flailing motion as he scrambled for purchase and used the nearest wall as leverage to prevent himself from slipping forward and faceplanting across the floor. "...Dude, how did you make legit ice just like that?" He shook his head, a genuine bark of laughter escaping his parted lips. Well, at least that was something pleasantly unexpected; he'd have to look into this later and figure out how the hell he did it. "Didn't peg our janitor as a troll, but there we have it. How many people do you think are gonna slip on this?" At any rate, his respect for the janitor had risen significantly. Now, if he could just figure out how he did it before his curiosity ate him alive... NOTES, I hope you don't mind me leaping into this thread. 8'D Couldn't resist having Sho witness Sanbiki's trolololing. THIS TEMPLATE HAS BEEN CODED BY CRUX STRICTLY FOR PERSONAL USE ♚

[ALMA ALIGHIERI]

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[SHOKICHI RIHITO]

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[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,border-left: 1px dashed #EA2800; padding: 0px 5px 10px 10px;] A swift exhale of breath that sounded suspiciously like "pffff" escaped from Sho's parted lips, signifying what he thought of the idea that the janitor had used "magical powers." "I call bullshit. There's got to be a trick behind it, right? What did you do with that ring?" He peered at the older male's "spooky finger" display with a distinctly unimpressed expression. The simple, half-assed explanation that this was an act of "magic" did little to sate his gnawing curiosity. If the man at least explained the mechanics of the trick, Sho could walk away with the satisfaction of understanding how it worked. Maybe if he did, he could replicate the trick himself and use it on unsuspecting passersby in the streets. Best troll ever, right? Nonetheless, the reality remained that the man hadn't told him. That fact was the sole reason that such plans could not possibly come to fruition. "Stick around and you might see more, and find out how." Sho's unimpressed expression subsided slightly at those words. He wavered in his resolve to make it to the rooftop and camp out up there until school was over. On one hand, if he went, he could skip class and avoid unwanted schoolwork. On the other hand, he could stay here and bear witness to the hilarity of other students tripping on the newly formed ice that the janitor had managed to rig up across the length of the hallway. Ultimately, curiosity won out and he opted for the latter, taking graceful, measured steps that contrasted greatly with his earlier display of clumsiness—after all, it was difficult to appear graceful when one was flailing, of all things—so as to maintain his balance as he made his way to the janitor's side. Upon securing a spot beside the man, he leaned against the wall, peering down the hallway. "What kind of bet? And what are we wagering in the first place?" he asked, canting his head to the side slightly, a competitive gleam lurking in the depths of his eyes. The most he had to bet was probably his Pocky. Or his cellphone. Or mp3 player. Or goggles. Or gun. Probably the former, being that as much as he loved the snack, it was the most expendable out of the small assortment of items he was currently carrying on his person. That, and the last of his items, the gun, was probably the last thing he wanted people to know about. True, he always carried it with him, but he always made sure no one knew about it. The consequences for carrying a firearm on school grounds or even in public were vicious, after all. So that was certainly out of the equation. Nonetheless, all things considered, it was important that he knew what was at stake. He wasn't one to make bets he couldn't win, after all. THIS TEMPLATE HAS BEEN CODED BY CRUX STRICTLY FOR PERSONAL USE ♚

[RAI INAZUMA]

OOC: Sorry, the opening's too perfect

So, it wasn't just Saru the janitor having a bad day today, it was also one particular heir to a dangerous style of spear-fighting. Arriving over and hour late because he somehow managed to get lost and, in a feat of spectacularly unlikely events, attacked by a roving gang of mafioso trying to find the Mare Rings, Raitaro had turned up an hour late for school. Which, admittedly, was better than his usual record of turning up 9 hours late to watch the hot girls leave but damnit he'd TRIED to be on time today he was going to get into his class, he was gonna sit down and he was going to... uhh,... do whatever it is you're meant to do at school! So... sleep? Fight? That was it right, school was where you fought people?

Raitaro never made it to class as he encountered the dreaded janitor. Raitaro remembered clearly, his stupid dumb blue hat and his stupid dumb... face, of dumbness. He was all like "Sure, bet on this coin toss" and Raitaro was all like "OK, sure, lol, I think heads" and now here he was being, yelled at by the principal for... huh, coming up on 2 hours. Maybe he should listen again

-"BSOLUTE FARCE! YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT, YOU'RE SCUM! HUMAN GARB"-

No, no, don't want to be listening to that. Glance out the window? Awww yeah, the 5th years are playing volleyball. Thank the gods for ridiculously good eyesight. Well, thank the gods for the plethora of things he was good at with no effort, seriously, rock on you crazy deities. Stiiilll, he'd rather get a better view, could he get out of here with an apology

"I'm sorry" ventured Raitaro, just as the bell rang for lunch. The principal (he thought? He wasn't sure on teacher's faces... well, MALE teachers) wheezed slightly, told him he was free to go and to never let this happen again or something about consequences, he didn't even listen as he was out the door and set on some serious revenge. He started running down the corridors, his manly pride saw only one option for this, he had to defeat the Janitor. Humilate him so bad he'd beg to be his lackey and then he'd-

SUCCESS! As he rounded a corner he saw the janitor talking to another student, were they in the same class? He thought so, he looked like the kid who was always sleeping. Not that he was one to talk but NO MATTER! His course was clear, he had to fight that janitor so he ran intent on stopping to shout at him as he got close. Turning he yelled
"Oii, you, I challen-" his body was now at a 45 degree angle "-ge you?" that was funny why was he still moving. Now lying flat and moving at a fairly bone crunching speed, Raitaro saw the far wall coming up and gave one brief scream of terror before crashing into it with terrible force and creating a Raitaro shaped hole in the masonry
"Owwwwww~" he whined from the ground, surprisingly unhurt from his slip 'n slide adventure. Still maybe he'd just... lie here... for a bit...

((OOC: Raitaro part spear wielding badass, part sight-gag butt-monkey >_>))

[ALMA ALIGHIERI]

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[SHOKICHI RIHITO]

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[RAI INAZUMA]

So, on the brightside, Raitaro hadn't knocked himself unconscious by slipping on the ice and hitting the wall at around 30 miles an hour. He was still not too sure what was going on since his legs and butt was over his head now and he was pretty sure his blood was flowing the wrong way. Still, it had been an accident, no reason to assume the frozen floor was the janitor trying yet harder to mess with him, best to get up and rationally explain why he was so adamant about murdering-

-Squelch-

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"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Like that, Raitaro was on his feet and wiping his face with his jumper "What is that!? What even is that crap, oh man, it stinks so bad, I'm gonna throw up, no wait, that's what it is, it's vomit oh man, ARRRGGHHH!" Raitaro wiped his face furiously, somehow keeping his balance now before he looked up and got a good look at the janitor again to confirm that, yes, this was the guy who took him to the principal's office after he caught him sneaking into school late. Glaring somewhat he rolled his shoulders awkwardly
"Oi, oi, it's definitely you right? You're the guy who took me to the principal's office after I bet on that stupid coin toss, well guess what? Now it's time for REVENGE!" taking a wide swing at him, Raitaro suddenly realised that he still didn't know how to stand on ice and fell to the ground again. Not knowing exactly when to give up he got up and swung again with a second cry of
"REVEEEEEENGE" before falling in a heap once more, again missing his target by miles.

For those keeping score at home, this easily made it 3 times he'd fallen on the ice. Scrambling to the wall, in poorly maintined slides, he eased himself up and slipped his way across to Shokichi with great caution
"Hey, we're in the same class right? Rihito-kun, yeah? I'm the famous Inazuma, Could you lend me some pencils and some tape?" the bizarre request coupled with the faint stench still on his face probably wasn't endearing Raitaro to the other student. Nor the janitor who he apparently couldn't punch.

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[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,border-left: 1px dashed #EA2800; padding: 0px 5px 10px 10px;] "Twinkie and a bit of yen," he deadpanned. "Really, man?" Then again, maybe there was more in the janitor's pockets. He didn't know for sure, but—"Ah, fuck it, fine."

[/b] In spite of the profanity, the comment was said in a casual, relaxed tone, trailing off in a mutter as he peered down the hallway again, trying to deduce through sheer willpower the number of people who would slip on the ice. In all honesty, the crushed twinkie had dulled his anticipation to win the bet. At this point, he wondered if the twinkie and yen, along with whatever else was in the elusive janitor's pockets, were even worth the effort of caring about the outcome of the bet. Probably not, huh? A casual guess, then. "This is a pretty popular hallway, so I'll put some faith in your trolling skills and estimate fifty-three," Sho said, tilting his head slightly. He had wanted to say fifty, but three was the magic number, so he had added three for good luck.

Sho redirected his attention to the other student as said male began to panic at the point that there was now vomit on him. In normal circumstances, he normally wouldn't care, but he felt the slightest stab of pity for the guy—vomit was gross, man. Nonetheless, he had to admit that the boy's antics, particularly his keen desire for revenge, were rather amusing. So the janitor had brought this guy to the principal earlier in the day? Sho peered at the man through the side of his fringe for several moments, and then he blinked in surprise as Rai made to punch the janitor, only to miss and fall. When the boy made got up once again and made his way over to him, Sho automatically shifted to make space for the other student, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the stench of vomit.

"Wait, we're in the same class? Oh, right, right," he muttered, abruptly recalling the number of times he had been disrupted from his naps by the sounds of people asking the other boy for help with things. Apparently he was good at fighting or something and had the guts to actually follow through with the requests their classmates made of him. He wasn't sure whether to admire or scoff at such recklessness and instead settled for a happy medium of indifference. "Not to be an asshole, but you're...kind of covered in vomit. Not sure I'd want to lend things to you at the moment. But yeah, sorry—I'm not carrying pencils and tape on me anyway." He turned to nod toward a nearby, empty classroom. "You could probably steal some from a classroom though, right?"

Abruptly, he fell silent. That... was the sound of footsteps, wasn't it?

...Yeah, he could hear the sound of footsteps coming from around the corner. Chances were that other students were finally coming down this hallway now.

"Then again, people are heading this way now, so it probably wouldn't be such a good idea to steal anything at this point. What d'you need it for, anyway? You're not gonna try to make 'stay out' tape as a precaution for the other students, are you?" he asked, casually sliding across the ice so he could stand next to the janitor and get a better view of the expressions the incoming students would have once they slipped on the ice. "And you haven't made your bet yet," he accused blandly upon stopping beside the man, not even looking up at his face. After a beat, he eyed the vomit that the mop had left on Rai. "You should probably get yourself cleaned up, Inazuma-san." The bathrooms were nearby anyway.

Some part of him still wanted to go to the rooftop, but it was too late now, seeing as people were heading in this direction. While he supposed he ultimately wouldn't mind too much if he lost his Pocky in the bet, it would still be mildly depressing if he didn't win. Thus far, Rai had fallen once, right? So that made one person who had slipped so far.

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Raitaro wasn't sure why Shokichi looked uncomfortable with him in close proximity until he realised that he'd actually turned his own nose off to ignore the smell of his face. As he pointed out, pretty correctly, he did have some vomit on him. Holding his breath and with a fair bit of slipping, Raitaro got into the bathroom and managed to force his face into a sink of hot water with soap and scrubbed viciously at his face. Grabbing a few paper towels and rinsing them in the solution, he waterboarded himself to get the last stench of vomit out of his face. Succeeding by a thin margin, he enjoyed the smell of unvomitted face for a few moments before he realised he still needed to get revenge on the janitor now. But how was he going to do that? That icy floor made it impossible for him to stand and meant he was never going to be able to punch a member of the faculty without accidentally falling over. What was a man to do...

Being struck by an idea, he nipped into an open cubicle and began rummaging around, if he could only find a loose bit of piping or something. His struggling to find stuff was interupted as he slipped slightly and fell on his butt
"Ahhh, damnit, sat on my keys"
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*Ding*

As the bathroom door slid open, Raitaro stormed out, his keys stabbed through his socks and crackling with green lines of energy. Stepping forward decisively, Raitaro's enchanced keys stabbed through the ice with a crack and gave him purchase. Solidifying the keys had made them hard enough to puncture the ice! He grinned, now he was set, using the keys as leverage he lunged forward and -shrrrrip- felt his sock and keys stay behind. Slipping backwards once more, he landed besides his key with an almighty crash and groaned at the impact. A lesser man would probably have been concussed long ago but still he was getting up again, retrieving his keys as he did so.

He was standing now, as Shokichi and Saru seemed to be conferring about the number of people who were going to come the corridor. Raitaro grinned at the janitor as he realised, he could achieve revenge in the most appropriate way possible. Yes, the leader of Spiaggia, the man who could outfight just about any local delinquent and was widely considered the finest Spear fighter in Japan. Now had his fingers posed by his mouth with a wicked grin on his face as he planned to trigger his gag reflex and just RUIN this janitor's day
"R-Revenge" Raitaro growled, his fingers close to his mouth, the sudden escalation to threats of nuclear war aside as he looked to Shokichi and Saru. The only thing holding him back was if Saru bet lower than him then the vomit would help him win, he couldn't allow that, he had to get his revenge. Reeeeevenge.

A faint tweeting outside the window showed the arrival of Madason, Raitaro's loyal companion as he watched his master in what was, by a wide margin, NOT his finest shoeless hour.

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[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,border-left: 1px dashed #EA2800; padding: 0px 5px 10px 10px;] "Sixty, huh?" he echoed. Well then. It seemed like the janitor was going all-out. "That works, I guess." Now he just had to keep his fingers crossed and hope that the number of people who tripped was closer to fifty-three. All that was left to do now was wait for results. "Bah, but Twinkies don't even taste that great..."

[/color] He trailed off, realizing belatedly that it probably wasn't a good idea to diss the janitor's favored snack.

Automatically, he followed the man as he moved closer to the approaching footsteps, intent on also getting a good look at what was going to happen. Sho stumbled slightly for a moment before he remembered that he too had to be careful about the ice, and then, abruptly, he heard the sharp sound of cracking ice. Blinking, he turned to look over his shoulder. Some distance away, Rai was stepping hard enough to puncture the ice. Sho's mind went blank as he stared at the sparks crackling underneath Rai's feet and struggled to process the implications. Sparks... Was it just him, or did they seem reminiscent of the flame the janitor had used earlier to freeze the floor...? Impossible. Rai was probably just stepping really heavily. But then again, his footsteps didn't sound heavy; rather, the majority of the noise he made stemmed solely from the crackling of the energy under his feet and the cracking of the ice. Not to mention that the ice itself didn't seem thin enough to simply crack under the force of normal footsteps. It didn't make sense. How did he even manage to—

"We're gonna have to call off this bet...'CAUSE SOMEONE IS GOING BACK TO THE PRINCIPAL!"

"Wait, wha—" Sho began, but he cut himself off quickly to narrowly sidestep the janitor as the man moved forward to strike Rai with his mop. 'Maan, note to self: don't piss off the janitor. Or throw up in school. Ever,' he mused, watching the spectacle in silence. Now that he had witnessed that both the janitor and Rai were capable of this strange phenomena, he fully intended to grill them on information about it later. Then again, the former hadn't been particularly responsive to his inquiries earlier. That left Rai, who was about to get hauled to the principal if Sanbiki got his way. It probably wasn't the best idea ask now, not when the other boy was preoccupied.

Abruptly, he heard the sound of people shouting, followed shortly by the sound of people falling flat on their faces.

Sho took a single glance at the crowd that had rounded the corner and had begun falling on the ice, and then he glanced back at Sanbiki and Rai. Heading to the rooftop sounded like a good idea now, seeing as the bet was being called off. Sho had no intention of staying here long enough for someone to frame him for creating the ice. "Alright, well, seeing as the bet's been called off, I gotta run—" and here, the grin on his face was anything but apologetic, as was his nonchalant wave, "so I'll just peace out right here!"

Yep, that was right. He was getting out of here before the situation spiraled into utter chaos.

Making a mental note to approach Rai at some later point in time and ask about the sparks he had used to crack the ice—and maybe grill him on information about the blue flames and ring he had seen the janitor use—Sho promptly sprinted across the ice with alarming agility and grace, using the lack of traction and friction to half-slide, half-run across the corridor. Leaping off the ice and landing on normal ground, he picked up his pace and continued heading in the direction of the rooftop, disappearing from sight before any of the people in the crowd even managed to notice him.

Repentant? Not at all.


NOTES, aaaand sho's out! 8'D[/div]

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Of course, the only true way to seek vengeance he'd have to make a mess of the floor. It was the only way, no matter the price, the Janitor must suffer... for his reveeenge. Raitaro was about to bite the bullet, or finger in this instance when he looked up in time to see a bit of wood coming in for his head. He was caught by surprise, and off balance by the lack of friction so he just took the blow to the head with a characteristic lack of reaction as the wooden mop splintered over his skull. He looked at the mop as it remained in Saru's hands and then back at the janitor who had quite clearly tried to knock him out
"What the hell man?! That could've hurt!" he spotted Saru reaching for his collar and swerved out of the way, noticing he still maintained some semblance of balance. It looked like all that falling over had given him a better grip. Sliding away from the janitor he laughed over his shoulder a him
"AHAHAHAHA, Foolish Janitor-man, now I shall escape and tell the Principal all about your gambling with students and Shokichi will-"

. . . . Shokichi? . . . .

"Well, I'll tell him about the one we made this morning! I might get in trouble but you'll get in worse AHAH, wait, why can't I slow down?" He may not have noticed it sliding into the wall on his back but if you approached the far wall at speed while standing up you'd spot the window. It was just as a few students were cautiously rounding the corner that they saw Raitaro smash through the glass window and fall to the ground all while emitting a strange combination between a scream and a roar.

They weren't too high up but Raitaro never liked falling out of the windows. Sitting upright in a small tinkle of glass, he picked a few stray splinters out of his skin before standing up fully and squinting at the hole he'd made
"Yup, I'd say cleaning that up is revenge enough" ambling away, still picking glass out of his back, Raitaro whistled gently as he wondered why he'd even turned up to school today.

((OOC: Bleeegh, replied, sort of, and left))