[Scene: Klavier and Daryan being awesome at Cromartie High/Edgeworth party planning]
* Klavier parks his motorcycle in the school parking lot, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks in the front doors. He heads to the cafeteria, where Daryan said to meet him.
* Daryan is sitting in the cafeteria, reading the newspaper about the latest crimes while waiting for Klavier. Every 2 minutes, he looks down from the paper to see if Klavier or Wesley have wandered in.
* Klavier raises his hand to wave at Daryan before pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head.
Klavier: Yo D, I am here. Where is Fischstick?
* Daryan folds up his paper.
Daryan: Haven't seen him around lately. Maybe he's off hiding in one of the halls.
Klavier: Well, he is going to be get--ting a Gavinner beat-down as soon as we finds him.
* Wesley is walking quickly through the halls towards the cafeteria. His biochem teacher has entrusted him with washing the beakers out, a task which not everyone can do. He was told to wash them in a bathroom because the lab water is 'too hard and leaves marks on the beakers.' He ignored the teacher's rolling eyes as he said this, pleased to be given such a task. Unfortunately, the bathrooms...... closest to the labs are closed for cleaning, so he has to go to the cafeteria bathroom.
Daryan: Well, the sooner we find the fish boy, the sooner we can deliver that beat down. Loser keeps running off every time I see him after school.
* Klavier puts hands back in his pockets
Wesley: *When he makes it to the cafeteria and sees the telltale giant hair, he is so surprised that he jumps and one of the beakers falls out of the tray to shatter on the floor.*
Daryan: What the-
Klavier: Well, this be a good time to ha--ve you practice your-- *stops and turns his head at the sound of the beaker falling*
Wesley: *His eyes are wide.* Oh no.
* Daryan looks and sees Stickler and immediately gets out of his chair.
*Klavier whips his hand out of his pocket to point at Stickler.
Klavier: Daryan, let's rock.
Wesley: *He glances down at the poor broken beaker, a casualty of science, and hesitates.*
* Daryan cracks his knuckles.
Daryan: You've been asking for this, idiot, with that little post you made about us.
Wesley: P-post!! But I- YOU CAN'T SEE THAT!
Klavier: We can see EVERYTHING, Herr Fischlips.
Wesley: Oh, y-you're that guy who- *He looks around, panicked. He sets the beakers down at his side and takes off running.*
Daryan: Dammit! After him, Klav!
* Daryan sprints after Wesley.
*Klavier follows Daryan, running alongside him before rounding a corner, splitting up from Daryan to try and catch Stickler if he heads for the stairs.
*Wesley pants heavily, ducking into a bank of lockers and hiding in a corner away from view.
*Daryan runs past where Stickler is hiding and when he sees that the hallways is empty, he stops.
Daryan: Dammit, where the hell did he go?
*Klavier rounds back to where Daryan is, seeing him stopped at the end of the hall.
Klavier: Where is he, D?!
Daryan: I don't know. I was following him and then when I turned the corner, he was gone!
Klavier: He's got to be here somewhere!
*Wesley foolishly attempts to sneak out behind them, and lose himself in a place they've already looked.
Daryan: I know, but where the hell did he go? Maybe he hid somewhere back where I was running.
Klavier: Let us double back, split up; we find him faster.
Daryan: All right. Yell if you find him.
*Daryan turns around and goes back into the hallway where he lost Stickler.
*Klavier heads back down the hall, splitting off from Daryan again.
*Wesley freezes as he hears footsteps, but he's out in the open now.
*Klavier catches sight of Stickler in an open hallway.
Klavier: DARYAN! I'S FIND HIM.
*Daryan runs to where Klavier shouted at the other end of the hallway, essentially trapping Wesley
Wesley: Oh no oh no oh no
Wesley: I'm sorry, it was a- a joke! I'm not very good at them being as my essential talent is science and we can't be geniuses in all things but you two seem like you're able to take a joke admirably and so I think we could finish this like men and go our separate ways right?
*Klavier cracks his knuckles and slowly walks towards Stickler.
Klavier: Sorry, Herr Fischstick. Playtime has been over for a while now.
Daryan: There's no talking your way out of this, fish boy.
*Daryan walks down the hallway towards Stickler.
Wesley: Are you sure...?
Klavier: What was it he said, D? That we have dysfunction friendship?
Daryan: Yeah, and how I'm chasing away the people that can make me an "intelligent" person.
Wesley: Well you-- you may be with the prickly attitude you have. And as to your friendship, I really can't back up anything I said about that with statistics, though maybe if I looked into bands I could... *He drifts off, obviously lost in thought and forgetting what a precarious situation he's in.*
Klavier: Grab him, D.
*Daryan grabs Wesley by the arms.
*Wesley flinches.
Daryan: Anytime you're ready, Klav.
Wesley: N-not my face!!!!
Klavier: Hmm... What can we be doing to him...
Daryan: He's probably already ugly enough without punching him in the face..
Wesley: H-HEY! That's-
* Klavier reaches forward and holds Stickler's face by his chin.
* Wesley looks tearful.
Klavier: Hm... Say, Big D... Doesn't field hockey team have practice today?
Daryan: Yeah, they do. I believe they are going for their sixth championship this year.
Wesley: W-wait the field hockey team sucks.
Wesley: Those guys are all meathea-
* Wesley swallows.
Wesley: You mean GIRL'S field hockey!?
Klavier: Maybe we should be heading down to the gym... I bet they be real happy to see Fischstick.
Daryan: Oh yeah. I'm sure they would welcome him with open arms.
Wesley: N-NO!!
* Klavier puts his hands in his pockets.
Klavier: Let's go pays them visit.
* Daryan spins Wesley around pushes him to follow Klavier towards the gym
* Klavier walks towards the gym with a satisfied grin.
Wesley: P-please! Those girls don't like me!
* Klavier glances into the gym, seeing nobody in there.
Daryan: Really? Didn't think of that.
Klavier: Oh, looks like they're still... changing. *smirks*
* Daryan pushes Stickler even faster.
* Wesley struggles.
Wesley: Ch-changing!?
Wesley: Th-that's not-
* Klavier looks to Daryan and gestures with his head towards the girls' changing room.
* Daryan pushes Wesley towards the changing room.
* Wesley plants his arms on either side of the doorframe.
* Wesley looks back at Daryan.
Daryan: Get in there, dammit!
Wesley: Please don't do this!
Klavier: Three. Two. One. Let's rock, D!
* Klavier helps push Stickler into the changing room.
* Daryan pushes Wesley into the changing room.
* Wesley flails and stumbles into the room, collapsing in a boneless heap on the tile floor.
* Wesley slowly, with horror evident in his face, he looks up at a gaggle of muscular girls in various states of undress.
*The girls don't miss a beat as they turn to face Wesley, mixed looks of horror, revulsion, and rage across their faces .
"Ewww! Oh my god, it's that kid!" "W-What the hell!? Someone grab his skinny ass quick!" "Pervert! The fish kid is a pervert!"
Wesley: No, ladies really!
Wesley: They threw me in here I'm not attracted to you AT ALL.
* Wesley makes a deer-in-the-headlights face as he realizes what he just said.
Wesley: I--- I just- I mean *He stammers*
* Klavier leans against the door frame and watches.
Klavier: Well Daryan, look like today's fight going to be big!
Daryan: Absolutely Klavier, it's the classic David and Goliath match pitting a wimp named Wesley Stickler against the entire Girls High School Floor Hockey team!
Klavier: We are in for treat, these girls are roughest bunch in the county! Let us see how science fares against brute strength!
*The girls are on Wesley before he can even think to call for help-- swinging and grabbing for any piece of him they can get.
Daryan: Oooh, it does not look good for Stickler right at the start of the match, those girls are all over him before he could move!
* Wesley panics and flails, managing to miss even one of them completely.
Klavier: Ooh, not looking good for Stickler! That miss is going to cost him!
Daryan: Absolutely, Klavier. Let's see if the girls can take advantage of that mistake
"Grab his arms already, he squirms too much!"
*Two girls grab for his arms, another taking a swing at his already bruised face*
* Wesley struggles valiantly not to cry as his hat is knocked off and trampled.
* Wesley fails.
Daryan: Oh no! Stickler's pinned down and the team is just wailing on him! Is there anything Wesley can do?
* Wesley grits his teeth and kicks, managing to get one of the girls in the shins.
Klavier: Oh! Look at that, Stickler has some fight in him! Let's see what that adrenaline rush can do!
Daryan: He's got a second wind back into him, Klavier. All he needs to do is take it and turn this fight around for him.
* Wesley twists and reaches out for a towel rack, kicking out and attempting to free his legs.
Klavier: An excellent use of towel rack by Stickler!
* Wesley manages to grasp the towel rack, but it breaks off, and he loses his balance and takes a couple of the girls down with him.
Klavier: Ohhh, Stickler is now at loss! Looks like the guy is a bit heavier than a wet towel!
Daryan: Oooh! An impressive takedown on accident by Stickler!
"O-Ow! The little shit kicked me!"
* One of the girls gasps, scrambling back up to her feet, kicking at him with far more force than needed.
"Ugh, ew ew! He's touching meeee~!!"
* Wesley takes a kick and all the fight goes out of him.
Daryan Uh oh! Wesley's losing steam and he's losing it fast!
Wesley: WHY HASN'T ANYONE STOPPED THIS YET...?
* Wesley coughs.
Klavier: Looks like this might be the end, folks. Stickler is almost out of steam!
Wesley: *under his breath.* ung so many hematomas...
Daryan: Stickler's just about finished. I'm guessing one more blow outta put him out for good.
"Toss his ass out already!" "No way! Hold on--!! I'm not done yet!"
* The girl that had been previously kicking at him stops, waiting for the rest of the team to hoist him back up to his feet, dragging him back towards the door.
"Just one more, lemme have just one more shot!"
*She winds back, and aims a vicious kick right between his legs.
* Wesley can do nothing but whimper softly
Daryan: Oohhhh! I don't care if you are a fish boy or not, that's gotta hurt!
Klavier: Oooohh! I must be agreeing with you, Daryan! Looks like this fight is over!
Daryan: Absolutely, Klavier. Wesley pulled a surprising fight, but it looks like this time, the underdog just couldn't steal a win from the hockey team.
* Wesley collapses, keening and rolling around in agony.
"Think again before you try fucking with us, kid!"
* They toss him back out of the locker room, cheering amongst themselves.
* Klavier stands up straight and looks to Daryan
Klavier: Well D, I think our work is done here.
Daryan: I think so too.
* Wesley curls up into a ball on the ground.
* Daryan walks over to Wesley.
Daryan: Next time, we won't be this nice.
* Daryan kicks Stickler in the legs.
* Wesley moans.
* Klavier glances at a clock on the wall.
Klavier: Looks like classes be getting out soon, Big D. Want to go grab your stuff, and we grab Ema, go get something to eat? Watching Fischlips get beat up made me hungry.
Daryan: All right.
* Daryan doesn't mention his displeasure of seeing Ema and follows Klavier out of the gym, leaving Wesley on the floor.
* Klavier walks with Daryan to his locker, getting out his phone to text Ema.
* Daryan grabs his bag and Anna out of his locker.
* Klavier sends the text and pats Anna's case.
Klavier: Hallo Anna. You look good as always.
* Ema blinks as her phone beeps in her pocket-- shooting a quick glance to make sure her teacher was still distracted, before pulling it out. She sends him back a text, agreeing to hook up once class is out.
Klavier: Ema'll meet us in caf, D. In... About fifteen minutes?
Daryan: All right. I guess we need someone to tell about the classic in the making we just saw.
* Klavier heads to the cafeteria with Daryan to wait for Ema.
* Ema is quick to get out of the classroom once the school bell sounds, making her way quickly to the cafeteria. She spots Daryan first instead of Klavier, and frowns as she walks towards the pair.
* Klavier waves over to Ema.
Klavier: Hallo Fraeulein~
Daryan: Hmph.
* Daryan crosses his arms.
* Ema eyes Daryan, brows furrowed before she mumbles a hello of her own to Klavier.
Ema: Ah... Hey Klavier.
Klavier: Guess what we just did.
Ema: ... *She looks suspiciously at the two* I don't know. What?
Klavier: We threw Fischstick into girls' field hockey team. While they were changing.
Ema: Y-You're not serious, are you?
*Ema raises her brows, one look at Klavier's satisfied smirk telling her that he absolutely was
Ema: Oh god! Is he still ALIVE?
Klavier: He might be, Daryan kicked him a bit and he made a sound, so...
Daryan: I think he was still twitching when we left.
* Klavier throws an arm around Daryan's shoulders
Klavier: And we provided commentary!
Daryan: It was a memorable moment in the school, you should have been there.
Klavier: I am sure field hockey team be talking about it for while now!
* Ema can't help but crack a small grin, though she raises a hand quickly to cover it.
Ema: You should have text me earlier. I might have even paid money to see that.
Klavier: Shame. We should have invited you. I think Big D and me have future in commentary!
Daryan: Though only as a last resort if we need some money for the band, of course.
Klavier: Of course.
Ema: Oh-- Hey, that actually reminds me. Well, I mean, the inviting and all. *She folds her arms beneath her chest* You got invited to Mr. Edgeworth's birthday party, right Klavier?
* Klavier looks to Ema, confused
Klavier: Herr Edgeworth's having birthday party?
Daryan: He's that one guy that interrupted our practice, right?
Klavier: Ja, guy I work with. Guy with frills who threaten Anna.
Ema: Yeah, you didn't know? I figured you of all people would, working with him and all.
*Ema frowns.
Klavier: What kind of party is he going to have? And... how does you know about it? Did he invite you?
Ema: ...
*Ema purses her lips, and looks away .
Ema: …I asked but, no. He won't let me go. It's... only for people 21 and over, or something... stupid like that. But, I still thought he was going to invite you at least.
Klavier: Well, when is it?
Ema: Aah... the 29th. Saturday, I'm pretty sure.
Klavier: Ah, we should go.
* Klavier looks to Daryan
Klavier: Don't you think, Daryan?
Daryan: I don't see why not.
Klavier: You gots any more info on it, Ema?
Ema: W-What?
*Ema blinks, and shakes her head .
Ema: You just said though, you weren't invited. And... *She gestures towards Daryan* I seriously doubt he's gonna be welcomed in with open arms, either.
Klavier: Ja, and so?
Klavier: What kind of party is it?
Ema: *She frowns, thinking back* It's... a masquerade.
* Klavier grins wide
Klavier: Perfect.
Daryan: There you go. That's how we're getting in, then.
Klavier: We dress up, we sneak in, we have some fun, we makes sure Edgeworth not see us!
* Klavier claps hands together and stands up
Klavier: We can discuss in greater detail when we have food! McBurgers, my treat.
Ema: You can't be serious...
* Ema mumbles, cringing as she switches her gaze back and fourth between Klavier and Daryan*
* Daryan shrugs
Daryan: It's something to do. Plus I kind of want to see what kind of house that loser has.
* Klavier claps his hand against Daryan's back
Klavier: And it give you chance to practice sneaking around
Daryan: That too. Undercover practice will be very useful.
Klavier: It all work out fine. Now, let's go get food. ...Big D, you driving!
Daryan: All right. *gets out his keys before looking at Ema* Are you coming or not?
Ema: ... Yeah, sure.
* Ema adjusts her shoulder bag, and shrugs her shoulders, and nods for him to lead the way
Ema: I still don't see how you two think you can pull it off, though.
Daryan: We'll find a way. Though you better not tell anyone about this.
Klavier: Is our secret.
*Ema narrows her eyes at Daryan yet again, biting her tongue for the moment
Ema: As if. I’m not a rat.
* Klavier walks with Daryan and Ema to the parking lot to get into the van; intent on discussing their devious plot to crash Edgeworth's party in the company of burgers and fries.