Punishment 2 : PUNISH HARDER

[crazyhand]

Characters: Dimentio, Crazy Hand, Maser Hand
What: Dimentio also gets his punishment
Where: Master Hand's Office
When: Monday, a few hours after Luigi talks with Master Hand.
Rating: PG-13.

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[too_dimented]

G.I. JOOOOEEEEEEE

Dimentio was unfazed by Crazy Hand's weird behavior. In fact, he was feeling pretty numb about everything at the moment. He still sported bandages and bruises from the near suicidal fight he had with a clone of himself the other night, and just wanted to get this nonsense over with so he could leave this godforsaken "school" and find a new place to raise some hell in. He drifted into the office, not bothering to look around the room like he normally would have. Unlike his timid former accomplice before him, he stared directly at the floating hand behind the desk, fixing it with a dull, half lidded stare.

"You needn't inform me of why I'm here," He said, already sounding like he was tired of being in the office, "I'm going to assume you know everything about what happened."

[headmasterhand]

"Ahhh, Mr.Dimentio, still full of life despite all that has happened lately." Master Hand's voice sounded sharp, angry, but in complete control.

Dimentio was in his own private room, and it was time for him show him how much control he could exhort, if the need arose. Before the student had time to protest, the headmaster said in calm, clear voice, "Please...have a seat!" and a chair flew near the floating Dimentio, and binded him in a sitting position before landing sharply, close to the desk.

"There. Now that's a bit better, wouldn't you agree?" He did not have a teasing tone, just stating facts. "To answer your question, of course I know. I talked with Luigi before you, and I'm well informed now. I will congratulate you, I let most of this pass me right under my non-existent nose, elections tend to make you to forget your other duties. In any case, what do you have to say for yourself?"

[too_dimented]

Well, that certainly snapped him out of his unamused mood. He nearly shouted in surprise as he was forced into a chair. His first instinct was to attempt to warp free of whatever bound him to it, but was unpleasently surprised to discover that he couldn't escape. Nor could he flip. He couldn't even levitate! Growing desparate, he began to struggle, but found it no use.

He quickly stopped as Master Hand spoke, regaining a calm front and putting a lazy smile on his face. He wasn't going to let himself be intimidated. Even if he was killed, he wouldn't want to die in a state of helplessness and fear. Not that he expected to be killed. He was silent as he pondered the headmaster's question. After several seconds of thought, he spoke.

"I suppose all I can say is that I got caught up in the plans of Luigi's darker side." He mused, "I wanted a break in the monotony of the day to day school life while ridding it of that infuriating split personality." It was no use lying if the Hand knew everything.

[headmasterhand]

"This school is what you want to make of it Dimentio. You tell me it is boring and drab, I say you should try joining Mr. Antonio's Guster, Mr Leon Powalski or Mr. Samurai Goroh's courses if you want something a little less ethical. Form a club? The fighting ring is open twenty four/seven when you need to hit something, like such as Mr.Sandbag. How about joining a band? That certain helped calm down certain people that used to come here often before."

"Not to mention, if you hadn't been camping this weekend, you might have been there during the impromptu beach party in the girl's dorms." A dossier flew from his oak cabinets and landed on his desk. It was a teacher's file.

"Which brings us up to our first subject we shall talk about today. Please explain your relation with Ms. Martha Skitty."

[too_dimented]

Dimentio held back a scoff at the suggestions. He had been involved in plenty of Powalski's classes. They were either uneventful, or he wound up fighting with Daisy. As for the other two, he hadn't heard of them. The other suggestions required getting involved with other people. People he wouldn't enjoy being with.

He stiffened when the Hand inquired about Martha. Dimentio hadn't explicitly stated he went camping with her, did he? This disembodied hand really did know a lot. He frowned at the thought of what else he might know. Shaking away that thought, he considered how to explain his relationship.

"Ohh, Martha..." He sighed, reflecting on his time with her, "I'm afraid we've become...Infatuated with each other. It's a confusing matter to me." The one thing in his life he couldn't explain. He couldn't have asked about anything else? Of course not.