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[001] dorms.

Someone emitted a noise resembling the snarl of an angry bull. Or perhaps the noise one might make if they were shitting bricks. Hidan perked up with a faint knit in his brows, watching the rampaging student as he effortlessly shoved aside other teenagers. This motherfucker was probably one of his room mates, then. A broad grin shot across his face as he inclined his head in a condescending manner.

“You’re one shrill son of a bitch! I just want some peace and quiet without having to deal with you or any other heathen cocksucker. Even if it means I gotta send their soul to Jashin-sama.” But at the sight of a fancy sword attached to a prosthetic arm, Hidan twirled the scythe and held it in both hands. “I guess I’ll be showing one mislead bastard what it is to taste salvation.” And he swung the scythe. Looks like everyone was either sticking around to watch or getting the hell out of dodge.

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A brow twitched, catching the condescending way he was being looked at. If anything pissed Squalo off it was just that. This dickwad thought he was something special, with his tri-blades scyche spewing some shit about some guy named Jashin? All that 'sama' and 'salvation' shit was ignored as Squalo's stance widened settling on an offensive style of swordsmenship. The teenage assassin sneered as the scythe was twirled, and just before a swing was taken he snot in a retorting comment, "Just fuckin' try it!!!"

Obviously not being the type to take defensive measures so quick in the game, Squalo met the oncoming attack with one of his own. Charging in head on, he immediately began his attack, Scronto di Squalo, his blade slicing forward diagonally multiple times as he advanced-- obviously this led to a clashing of the two weapons, and soon the two teens were at a stalemate. With his sword locked between the blades of Hidan's scythe, Squalo pushed forward with all his strength.

#reciprocalpain

VOOOI WHO DO I OWE?

Hidan and??

#ooc #would be swell if you could tell me #delete_later

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The loudest on campus.

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Man was it good to be out of the classroom, to be out of the building in general and to be outside where there was fresh air and the sun was shining. Her lips curled into a small smile as Shion held her arms out to her side and soaked in the sun’s rays. It was a perfect day, nice weather and being able to avoid the homework she had been given.

But today was about to become pretty loud.

Shion was used to loud things seeing she could make quite a bit of noise herself, getting into trouble and doing other things. At least in her former school she was able to do that but here seemed nice and getting into trouble was one thing she’d like to avoid, if she could.

A voice caught her attention as Shion turned around, placing her hand on her hip and stared at the white haired boy.

“The infirmary? Why?”

Look at his arm, duh, but even if Shion paid proper attention to him, she’d still be pretty curious to why somebody who was obviously new here already wanted the infirmary. Did they have a new troublemaker on their hands now?

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As a girl turned to him with a question, he stared at her, deadpan for a moment. It should have been obvious why he wanted to know where it was. Anyone needing to go to the infirmary had to be either hurt or sick or wanting to skip class.

"Who the hell asks such a stupid question. The answer should be obvious. Just tell me where it is." He snapped, his mood growing even more sour with the uncomfortable attachment to his arm.

#stungungurl

The mun considers making Squalo join an art class...

#Squalo's art

Best World History 2 class!! Free period hell yeaaaaah!!!　

Gonna spend that time in the dojo.

#best class #squalo has to comment

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The loudest on campus.

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Dino had to actually run to not be late. His duty as a teacher made him wake up always early and be in time, something he.. well.. wasn’t quite used to. He knew that sooner or later that was going to happen, but he didn’t expect it to be that soon. He had to shower and dress as fast as he could, and take everything he needed, filling both of his arms with the heavy weight of the books and notebooks. Before leaving, he quickly took one toast from the kitchen and put it into his mouth, doing maneuvers to not let everything fall on the floor while he walked at the highest speed he could. He closed the door, yes, with his foot, and quickly walked towards where his designed room was supposed to be.

He wasn’t sure where his classroom was, though. He was pretty new at the school to actually know it very well, so he decided to go around where students were going, he assumed it was to the school’s classrooms. He decided to follow them for the time being. When he was on his way, he suddenly heard a loud, harsh and pretty well known voice asking him a direction. He quickly turned around to confirm if he was right.

“…Squalo…?” He said, taking a closer look to the person in front of him. Was it really him? He looked so… young. He had to blink a couple of times, although his appearance and voice, as well as his usual “voi” were unmistakable.

“Squ—” He started to say, but his sentence was brutally interrupted by his feel getting tangled in his shoelaces, he accidentally stepped on one of them, and caused him to fall, spreading his entire teaching material on the floor.

“A-Ahhh…” He groaned. Yeah… He saw that coming.

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Oh? Was that someone calling his name? Curious as to who might be here that knew him, the teen turned in time to see a blonde man take a very pathetic tumble into concrete. He was dressed rather formally, and the contents scattered across the floor looked like syllabus'. A teacher? Jaw sticking out slightly, Squalo marched forward, stomping on a few papers, before he peered down that the man on the floor.

With his foot, he pushed the man over to get a look at his face. There was no offer to help anyone up here... "Alright spit it out, considering the fact that you somehow know me you've gotta have some kind of connection to the mafia." He growled a bit, stomping on the teachers chest. Catching site of something on the mans right hand, he stepped on the blondes chest, and walked over him before crouching down to see a familiar symbol on the other. "Ah... Cavallone?" Squalo stood back up now, glancing down at the man with an unamused expression. "Hn-- I knew someone in that family."

#hey XD #diinosensei

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The loudest on campus.

bweeeeeeeeeee

One thing Sweet Bro admired was leadership, and in his first day at school he saw a very fine example of unquestionable leadership, though it was very questionable from a moral point of view.

Sweet Bro felt the need to approach that young and strange looking leader, without clear intentions or purpose, just like his life: going aimlessly and without care.

Before he could speak a word, the violent student yelled at him. Sweet Bro was startled and scared. His face didn’t turn white, but other color which was maybe like pink. It was uncanny.

“dog, how would I EVEN know where the infirmary IS!”, Sweet Bro said

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A brow arched as he glanced over to an odd pink faced male. Though the curious look lasted only a moment before brows furrowed with irritation. "If you don't know where it is then why the hell did you answer?" The Sword Emperor sneered, this guy answered him none the less, so... "If you don't know where it is then how about you find it for me, HM?!"

#spadaimperatore #ballswarmedover

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[001] dorms.

If he was going to be stuck at Tancho for a while, he was going to lay down some ground rules. First of all, he wasn’t going to tolerate having to share a dorm with several other noisy sons of bitches. Have them disrupt his worship? Hell no.

“So, some bastard already hauled my stuff to Y-1. That dorm is now off limits.”

A lopsided smile. “Yeah, that’s right, it’s mine. Since I dragged my ass all the way up there to get some peace and quiet away from you fuckers.” He spoke tersely, twirling a tri-blade scythe and letting it perch as a subtle threat on his shoulder. “So if I see any of you bastards or bitches setting foot in there, I’ll bleed you like a stuck pig.”

“But seriously, you’re more than welcome if you want the honor of becoming a sacrifice to Jashin-sama. Heh, and fuck the rules about sharing dorms. Fuck you if you have a problem with it. And fuck the headmaster most of all.”

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"Tch." Despite this being amusing as hell, Squalo still felt pissed that someone had the gall to tell him his own dorm room was off limits. What was worse, this was the way he was finding out that he didn't have his down fucking dorm room. Squalo definitely wasn't a sharing kind of person. Still, he had managed to find some sort of entertainment with the sudden outburst from the other male.

"VOOOOOOOOOI!!! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, SCUUUM?!!" The swordsmen stomped forward, violently kicking bystanders out of the way. A blade was drawn, the razor edge pointing toward his apparent dorm mate. "Y-1 is MY room. I don't know who the fuck this Jashin is, but if anyone is becoming some sort of sacrifice it sure as hell isn't me!!" If this guy really wanted a fight, Squalo had absolutely no problem with that. His shit already say within room Y-1 anyway. Shifting the sword, the blade was then attached to his prosthetic arm. Ready for action if this escalated.

#reciprocalpain #they can probably be friends maybe...

the-godslayer replied to your post: VOOOOOOOOII!!!!

(( You weren’t invited cuz u not kawaii enough to massacre people ))

BITCH I'M KAWAII AS FUCK

#ooc

VOOOOOOOOII!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MEMORIAL CRAP?!!!

MEMORIALS ARE FOR PEOPLE WHO NEED TO BE REMEMBERED

NO ONE NEEDS TO REMEMBER THE SCUM! THAT DIED TODAY!!!!!

#but I'm actually completely clueless #who the hell didn't invite me to the massacre?

awphul

anywhere can be heaven

In comparison to the would-be cage he had been living in before, the school was … pleasant. So much open air! And so many people meandering about; he wondered what kind of things they were feeling, wandering around aimlessly - were they scared? Lonely? Hopeful? It was anyone’s guess, and Kaworu was having fun simply watching it all.

It occurred to him, though, that he probably had some place to be, and it was strange having no one to usher him hurriedly and solemnly to it. Ah, well. He’d get to it in his own time. For now, he was more interested in meeting his peers, and perhaps even his teachers. What kind of people would he be spending his days with? He was nearly giddy with anticipation, but kept his expression pleasant and collected. He didn’t want to frighten any of the humans around him with an overly-excited look on his face, after all …

The grey-haired boy decided to stop the nest person he saw, and perhaps start up a conversation with them; if anything, the interaction would help when he actually did have to make his way around the campus to get where he needed to go.

“Ah … excuse me, are you familiar with this area?” He merely stood behind the stranger and tapped lightly at their shoulder, hoping to grab their attention.

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The Sword Emperor wasn't exactly excited about having to go back to some shit school like this. It put a stop to his hack and slash way of life... for a little while. It certainly didn't help his mood that his swords hadn't been allowed in as well- they were right to be weary though. If the Ninth hadn't said anything about this place then he wouldn't be here.. and although he didn't like it, he certainly wasn't going to quit. Quitting was for trash.

Not being familiar with the campus site yet, or anywhere around Japan for that matter, Squalo was spending his first day as more of a 'get to know your surroundings' kind of day. It was when he was standing idly out in the open that someone tapped his shoulder.

"Hm?" The lids of his eyes narrowed as he looked the boy up and down, before he turned around to face the other male, arms crossing.. a little awkwardly. Squalo was still getting use to the prosthetic limb. "What the hell makes you think I am?" he snapped, glancing to the side. "Obviously not-- I'm taking a look around."

#nagisakaworu

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The loudest on campus.

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“Alright — so this is where the dorms end, and then this part of the school…” her voice dropped off to a low murmur as she jotted down notes on a small pad, attempting to draw a makeshift map to prevent her from becoming lost on the academy’s large campus. Cheren would have been proud. Maybe. Turning on her heel, a hand raised to shield her eyes — gaze lifting to the skyline. What time was it, anyway? Maybe she should find the cafeteria and buy a snack or something.

The sudden, booming sound of someone yelling caused the blonde to jump - almost losing her precious papers in the process. Whirling around towards the source of the noise, she visibly flinched when the other approached her, scrambling to try and find her notes on the infirmary.

“Oh, right! I know where that is. It’s…” page flip, page flip, page flip.

— “It’s this way!” Points and then pauses, shoving the papers into her satchel. “Would you like me to take you there?” If he needed to know where it was there was a good chance he was injured, right? Right!

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Eyes narrowed as his slight landed on a small blonde girl, brow arching with amusement as she flinched. Squalo marched toward the timid female, peering at the papers she fumbled with in hand. Another new student too? Since she was looking at a map that had to be the deal... well the Ninth did mention this to be a new school. Didn't it just open recently? Shouldn't there be some kind of lame orientation then? He snorted.

Following her directional gesture he was met with the main building. Well... obviously the infirmary should be located in the main building. He didn't exactly want to walk around the main building in search of the infirmary while his left arm was feeling so uncomfortable. "Yeah fine lead the way." The teen answered, jerking his head as a gesture for her to get a move on.

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"VOOOOOOI!!! GET YOUR ASS MOVING!!" The order came just before a swift kick was delivered onto the ass of a Varia grunt. Three of them walked ahead of their Boss, carrying bags filled with Squalo's things. The day was already starting him out in a bad mood when he learned that his swords weren't allowed on campus, or in the dorms. What the hell was that about? They had been allowed in middle school and the high school he had been attending previously! Then again that school hadn't exactly been a normal one. Lifting his hand the teen growled as fingers raked through short silver locks. "Fuckin Ninth... this place is shit.... take those bags to dorm Y-1!!"

Slate grey hues watched as the grunts walked off toward the dorms as ordered, once they were out of sight he directed his attention to the school campus. Since he was unfamiliar with it, he figured he'd take today as one to get himself familiar. But first... the nub of his left arm was really burning all the sudden. Tch- the medic had done a crappy job of wrapping it before the prosthetic arm was placed on. Other people did such crappy jobs-- he'd have to do it himself if he wanted it done right. The schools infirmary should have the right materials he needed. Spotting the nearest person person, he didn't hesitate to ask.