"Marksmanship"

[The Director]

"Punk! Get your ass down here!"

BANG!

The sound of the TV getting exploded from the a single gunshot. That alone quickly alerted 50 Yen and he looked out from the second floor balcony and notice a few people standing from below wanting his attention.

Then he turned his attention towards the TV with a bullet hole on it. Seems 50 Yen pretty much needed a replacement TV now since someone decided to blow a hole into the TV screen. Then he remembered getting a phonecall from Denton about an hour earlier.

It popped into his head.

"Oh shit, 50 Yen knows you peeps! Denton said you wanted to be 50 Yen's desciples for the day! Aight! Aight! Damn, didn't need to blow a fuckin' hole in 50 Yen's TV... Damn..." 50 Yen explained to the students.

His stomach was grumbling.

"Shit, 50 Yen hadn't had any grub yet... Y'all want some grub, too?"

There, 50 Yen made his appearance. He was a 17 year old Asian boy that was short and lanky. His current choice of clothing was a pair of Reebok Athletic pants with one pant leg rolled up, a pair of Adidas shoes, an untucked Marc Ecko t-shirt, a Roca Wear visor worn sideways, and a pair of crystal blue lensed shades.

He was basically a "wanksta" or a wannabe gangsta for short. For some strange reason, he referred to himself in third person as "50 Yen."

"Damn, how you know 50 Yen's bro?"

[Shadow Chrestmire]

"Deciples more like baby sitters" Paul mumbled to Arche "But I had to blow a hole in your T.V you pervert" Shadow said being a smartass. So what do you have on ya a .22, .357 magnum, a .45? "oh and you can quit trying to be all gangster but if you need lessions on it down eathside 50 cent may be able to teach you something or John Cena. Shadow didden't expect some Idiot to be the guy he expected someone that looked cool or someone real young but could hit an ant for twenty miles away without a scope or anything but this guy?

Shadow walked over to Tristan whom he though of as his teacher. "So uh do we like just disarm him and babysit him or something? I'm confused"

[Aiyon]

After what seemed like an age, but was actually more like a minute, Tas reaches the edge of the pool near the house and grabs hold of the side. She fumbles slightly until she drops her gun on the poolside and hoists herself up out of the water. She was soaked to the skin, and not too happy about it.

One hand snaps up her gun and she rises, pausing only to holster it and wring some of the water from her long ponytail, before making for the building. There were a few people in there, maybe the other people on the namesheet, and she was going to find out what was going on. Tas' entry was just fast enough to hear the end of Shadow's comment to Tristan and she pauses just inside the room, looking angry, a little confused, and dripping water all over the carpet.

"Disarm...? Babysit...? What's going on here?"

She hesitates, noticing that everyone else was aparrantly dry, and her scowl got deeper.

"And why was i the only one dumped in that blasted pool?!?"

[Syril Ænari]

[OOC: Check out the edits to my earlier post to understand Syril's new situation.]

Slowly regaining his composure, Syril got carefully to his feet, wobbling a bit as he did so. He had been rather slower to recover from his little teleportation adventure than had the others, being relatively new to the magical world and thus unaccustomed to such methods of transportation. As events unfurled rapidly around him, Syril glanced about with a bemused grin: more people entering the room and staggering around, a high pitched, whiny voice issuing from upstairs, more voices, someone reading a letter, a loud splash... oh, there was Arche! Finally something recognizable. Returning a smile and a nod, Syril considered walking over to meet her, but he'd probably just fall down again--he was still feeling rather weak at the knees. And besides, Arche had been distracted by the prospect of alcohol, and wandered off.

Espying a much needed chair, Syril finally dared to move his feet and staggered over to it before gratefully flopping down. More was transpiring as he did so; a demon had just choked on a shot of vodka and was swearing in... demonic? Syril chuckled weakly and massaged the corners of his eyes, the telltale grin still gleaming from beneath his hand. This whole situation was flat out ridiculous; if Syril had been fully alert, he was sure he would be enjoying it immensely. Well, except for the Brazilian porn, the stuff was low-quality and rather annoying to listen to. As if in answer to his prayers, a gunshot went off, and the TV fell abruptly silent.

At this point, the whiny voice was heard again from upstairs, and Syril actually took the trouble to look up and pay attention this time, as the speaker in question didn't appear to be one of the students. A teacher perhaps? Syril cast a roving eye over the man's horrible choice of clothing. Perhaps not. Wait... something he was saying was actually relevant. Disciples? What on earth did that mean? To top it all off, the door slammed open to reveal another girl standing there, soaking wet and understandably rather confused and pissed off. Catching her eye briefly, Syril merely shrugged in response to her questions, as if to say "your guess is as good as mine." It would probably have helped if Syril had been listening to whoever was reading that important-sounding letter earlier, but Syril had been rather otherwise-occupied at the time... Leaning back in his chair, Syril's emerald eyes closed with a sigh. Perhaps when he opened them again, things would start to make sense.

[Shadow Chrestmire]

Shadow noticed Tas dripping wet from the pool. "Here Tas he said as he tossed her his coat. "Don't worry bout it I'll get anthor one." He said to her then he pulled Tristan aside "I over heard the note and stuff but would you mind explaneing why we're pretending to be this loser's students?

[Chephros]

'Denton f'sarn aluin ulu venoch dos.' Chephros wasn't very happy with this damn situation. Now this kid said they wanted to be his disciples? Oh Denton was not in a good position if this demon ever found him. True, Denton was a teacher, but then again Chephros wasn't actually a student. He was just a representative. However, right now was about dealing with this 50 Yen fool. Cheph's left hand curled around an imaginary cylinder and then one of his chaos blades came into existence. The red and black thing seemed to swirl around in his hand. The demon looked at the one who asked why there were being the random dudes students.

"You can be his 'disciple' if you absolutely feel like it. I'd rather die first though."

Chephros threw his blade right at 50 Yen's face. The good thing about that was he could get rid of it whenever he wanted. So when it was three feet away the thing literally melted away from the corporeal world. He was expecting some form of retaliation via a bullet shot, but then again his armored clothing would likely stop that.

"If Denton doesn't care and, from his note, doesn't like his stepbrother, then lets just bind and gag this idiot until he gets back. Then we can throw both of them in the pool." He didn't add 'Possibly while still bound and gagged.'

More carnage would be nice, but there was still the whole representative thing going on. If he did something stupid, like murder Denton for this, it would be noted against him and the Blood Society. Sometimes it was annoying to have do things like this. The demon simply stood there, staring straight at the wanksta', without knowing what that was or even what a gangster was at all, and was disgusted three ways past Sunday. Nope, if he ever found Denton, he would definitely get him back for this. And a demon with a grudge, no matter how weak the demon, was not someone to underestimate.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

OOC: sorry for the timing, i couldnt move for most of the weekend.

Tristan was getting a head ache from all the different people jabbering about. Chephros was getting annoyed, Shadow was confused, '50 Yen' was being retarded, and Tas...wait...when the fuck did she get here? "Ok, ok. Hold the fuck up." He rubbed the side of his head, emulating Syril, except for the grin. "Tas, there was probably a teleportation malfunction...it happens. Shadow, I don't know, and I don't really care. If he proves a threat...just kick his ass."

Tristan then saw the demon, who's name he had learned from a briefing in a mission...consequently brought about by Denton, throw the blade. "YO!" he shouted, shooting at the the blade in the air. It dissipated as the bullet reached it however, and that wrought an annoyed sigh. Only five minutes...five fuckin' minutes in this place and it was already giving him a head ache. "Alright, You." He called to the asian shmuck. "One: Why the hell are you talking about your self in the third person?" First question, it would be answered before the second point was brought up.

The second point was answering 50 yen's question, though the only problem with answering that was if 50 Yen knew about the Academy or not. Then again, he had said something about them being his 'deciples'. That would intail that he knew that they were students.

"Two: your brother is a teacher, he sent us here for a marksmanship class...which appears to have been a joke."

[Shadow Chrestmire]

I'll just show him a little Chaos control [glow=red,2,300]"CHAOS CON-"[/glow] Shadow stopped himself. he might not know about the academy and I don't feel like cleaning tolets. But I still feel like blowing a hole in him

"So you going to just be an Idiot refer to yourself in third person and lay around like a poser and stuff? Your brother said you carried a gun on you, how bout pulling it out and showing us some marksmenship then maybe I'll quit makeing fun of ya.

[Cirkel]

(OOC: Sorry! I've decided to have some fun with my catch-up thread!)

Bunnies. Yes, nice pretty bunnies. NO! BAD BUNNIES! Evil human-killing rabid-bunnies! Rabid Rabbits!

"Klyahahaha!"

Cirkel fell backwards as he began to crack up, laughing hysterically over nothing in particular. It was probably his own fault, really.

One should note that Cirkel had begun to let his mind wander. He just, thought. as he sometimes did, about experiences, people, anything really. Sadly, however, he eventually found his body following suit, looking around, wandering. He had begun to look around the house. Look at the pool, and regrettably noticing no one, looking at the down stairs bathroom, even the bar in the living room. Eventually, he lead himself down stairs, into what had appeared to be an old cellar. A bit of a fixer-upper, as it were. Even the nicest houses had something wrong with them, it would appear, and Cirkel had found the Achiles Heel.

As Cirkel began looking around, he noticed a few stray bottles of wine. His body continued moving past as Cirkel decided that to be a fairly regular thing in every-day human life. However, as he found himself around the cellar, he noticed something that could only be described as an underground, modified green house. All the plants he saw had seven leaves, which he found strange as he knew a bit about plants and had never once encountered this plant.

"Odd."

He would inspect it with his eye, then his fingers, and finally his nose. Looking next to the plant he was inspecting he found a small lighter, and could then only assume that fire was part of the plant's growing process. Like the magic bird things... the pheonix.

"Ohhh. It's a magic plant."

Cirkel picked up the lighter and, with green in his thumb and curiosity in his heart, he let the plant catch fire as the zippo wheel quickly spun.

It was about ten minutes later when he finally crashed back into the lounge room, beginning to laugh uncontrollably. He fell onto the coffee table as he stopped for a second, then spoke two more words before laughing again.

"Rabid... Rabbits!"

[The Director]

"Rabid... Rabbits!"

50 Yen looked down and saw that this student crashed onto the lounge. Seems like that this student was definitely baked. All of a sudden, 50 Yen started to smell smoke. It was a very distinct type of smell of a certain plant burning. Immediately, it clicked in 50 Yen's head where the smell was coming from

"Oh shit, you set 50 Yen's cannibus on fire! That shit ain't cool, yo!"

Now 50 Yen was freaked out. Immediately ignoring the other students, he would vault off the balcony and land on the ground in front of the students. From there, 50 Yen would bolt out from the house.

That was a secret greenhouse in which 50 Yen's homies used to grow some Mary Jane. And now that same Mary Jane was on fire because a student set it on fire. As he left the guest house, 50 Yen would quickly rush to the green house and grab a nearby fire extinguisher.

He would quickly extinguish what flames he could. At the same time, 50 Yen would protect his precious Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane, don't die on 50 Yen! 50 Yen needs your lovin' tonight!!!"

[Arche]

(OOC: Sorry if I'm messing up order or anything; I missed the last round so I figured I'd get one in ASAP.)

Arche knows she is slightly tipsy, so she figures she is just imagining it at first, but realization slowly dawns on her that something is definitely burning somewhere nearby. And it isn't firewood. Suddenly Fitty-Yen himself drops from the heavens and bolts off, clearly concerned about something.

Arche grabs her gun from where she had left it and makes a sort of almost straight line towards where their strange ward had gone, though she manages to stumble into one or two of the other students along the way. Soon she comes across the greenhouse. Clearly, this building is the source of the burning smell: smoke curls out of the door, and 50-Yen is blasting away frantically with a fire extinguisher inside.

"Are you *hic* trying to get us all high or something?!" Arche calls over the blaze. She enters the greenhouse with gun blazing. She fires elemental aqueous blasts, of course, to combat the flames. Thanks to the combination of fumes and drink, the whole situation seems so hilarious that by the time the flames start to be finished off, Arche will have stopped shooting and will be sitting on the ground laughing uncontrollably.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan is still massaging his temples when the boy busts into the room...roasted to the point of no return. "Oh good fuck...." He was about to demand what the hell the shmuck on the balconey had that did that to the poor twig of a boy when he made the statement. [Cannibus? Fuckers got weed? Why am I not surprised....] He followed the woman, who seemed to be loaded herself, out the door.

When they got to the green house, Tristan raised an eyebrow as 50 Yen spazzed about putting out the fire. "This is getting rediculous." The hunter drew his blade and sliced off the leaves that were burning, throwing them to the ground and stomping out the flame. The stink of THC and its corresponding plant were heavy in the air, though it didn't effect Tristan all that much.

More slashing and more stomping, no matter what the ass who owned this stuff said.

The flames were soon extinguished and Tristan activated his mana. He spun his blade around near the door after warning those who might be in the door way. The smoke was quickly vacated by the speedy spinning movements of the blade. The sword had acted like a fan and blew the smoke outside, Tristan's remote control spell spinning the blade just away from the surface of his palm so it wouldn't look all that odd to a passer-by.

"So now what?" He had given up. It was natural for him to take command in a mission or something, but this was just plain stupid, so he'd let someone els handle it while he crouched near the redhead who's insanely colored hair reminded the hunter of Tormaigh. The man placed a hand on the womans stomach, pressing down lightly so that she wouldn't flail about and hurt her self.

[Shadow Chrestmire]

Shadow remembered he blew up the T.V but not the VCR that was showing the porn. Shadow fired off a shot at it blowing it to micro bits. "Your a damn pervert!" Shadow said. "I can't belive you can even shoot with all that pot you were growing and have most likely smoked.


Shadow paused all right I'v used two bullets and I'v got nothing to shoot at, maybe fifty-yen here would make a good target" Shadow said sarcasticly "or your video games, or maybe some other stuff C'mon people just because we've got a loser poser as a teacher doesen't mean we can't find something to shoot!"

"I'v got a very itchy trigger finger sience this loser doesen't seem to know a thing about shooting so anyone have any Ideas!?"
Shadow asked getting very irritated.

[Aiyon]

Tas had done little more than stay silent and look angry / miserable / soggy as the insanity unfolded around her. She'd carefully laid out the coat from Shadow beside her but hadn't put it on... her soaked clothes would just soak it too. Going off to find the bathroom (assuming this place had one) would have been the sensible thing to do, but the chaos was a little on the interesting side...

"..."

She noticably perked up when Shadow started demanding targets for practicing on but she remained silent near the entrance of the house. At least her t-shirt was showing signs of drying out somewhat (the light jumper she'd had over it was in a heap beside her) but it was unfortunately nearly see-through. Which was why she was sitting on the ground hugging her knees tightly, even though her jeans were still laden with water. A stray thought bids that she should go get dry, but she is still too interested in what's going on to heed it.

[Shadow Chrestmire]

Shadow remembered Tristan saying just kick his ass Ok you know what I know the perfect target he glared at fifty yen. He was going to throw fifty yen up on the wall run back to the other end of the room and fire off three rounds into fiftys right knee. "Best and most insane idea ever!"