It was the last class, and Kūkaku would have been feeling pleased about it if she wasn't so damn irritated. She hadn't realized quite yet that she probably shouldn't have changed her bandages this morning, so she was stuck with a terrible, terrible itch underneath them until she figured it out ( Read more... )

Yes, Kūkaku had a santa hat. Yes, she'd tried to remove it. Yes, it kept being replaced by another one. Which was annoying as hell, but, clearly, nothing could be done about it, so she was just going to pretend it wasn't there at all ( Read more... )

Coming into class today, Kūkaku was in another one of those good moods that suggested that something might be up, hinted at in the slight smirk that kept creeping up on her face as she talked.

"Considerin' it's in the the title of the class," she started, "I realized we really haven't touched a lot on dynamite this semester, most importantly, how ( Read more... )

The fact that Kūkaku smoked a pipe, therefor making it impossible to really share any of her excellent tobacco, had just been like the icing on the cake for the events of the morning, and she came into class with a very cool and calm demeanor ( Read more... )

"All right, guys, listen up!" Kūkaku started class with her usual brash and probably unnecessary yelling, but that was kind of just how she talked. "I didn't hear anything about Sherlock's office blown up yet, so I'm going to extend the booby trap assignment a little longer." It was just that important. "And today, we're going to learn ( Read more... )

As the students came into the classroom, they would find a smirk, sharp like a dagger, on their teacher's face. It was the sort of smirk most people knew to avoid, but, unfortunately, the students didn't have much of a choice ( Read more... )

Kūkaku had marched her students down to the Danger Shop at the start of class, which should hopefully mean the kidlets could figure out that this meant they'd be mostly blowing things up today. This was probably highlighted by the fact that the shop was set up in workstations, and each one had all the trappings of making bombs ( Read more... )

"All right." Kūkaku started right into class today, not wanting to waste any time getting to the good stuff. "So,you've learned about making and using several different explosives so far, and, today, we're gonna learn how to take them apart and dismantle them before they blow things up."

( And things start to get interesting... )

On reaching the classroom, the students would find a note pasted up on the door in large but jagged script with the simple message: "MEET IN DANGER SHOP." If they were any sort of intelligent, they would be able to figure out that that meant there'd be no lecture today, and, if they were any sort of fun, they'd be immediately excited about that. ( Read more... )

"Guess what, kiddies!" Kūkaku greeted the class today in her typically far-too-excited-about-blowing-things-up good cheer. "Today we're learning about pipe bombs!"

Because, really, did you need a better introduction to a class than that?

( I dare you to think of a better one )