Real Manliness #1

[manliestmenodix]

Characters: Roger and his underlings students, any underlings teachers who decide to pop by. (MOD NOTE: Teachers and other staff are allowed to attend classes as well! How exhilarating.)
What: Real Manliness 101!
Where: Room 305.
When: Wednesday, February 18, early afternoon.
Rating: Fairly tame unless Roger angers someone past their limit.

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[cleavagenyan]

Felicia couldn't believe she let herself be tricked into coming here. Was it too late to drop...?

[manliestmenodix]

Awww. The pretty cat lady looked so scared. She was probably worried about hurting her hands on the desks. He hopped down from his desk and scampered over to hers, beaming. "A pretty lady like you doesn't need to break any desks to be a star to me." He held one of the gold star stickers out to her on his finger.

[cleavagenyan]

"Well, thank you! But I can do it!" Not about to be taken pity on, she got up and with a few quick slashes of her claws, the desk was reduced to splinters. "How was that?" she asked.

[manliestmenodix]

"Ooh! That's really good! You're doin' better than most of the guys in this class already. Your claws are really lovely, you know," he shamelessly flattered her, poking the pile of post-consumer recycled material with his foot.

[moonlitmonk]

OH BOY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. It was probably a good thing that the teacher person (why was he so... small?) read everything out loud, since Kevin was about as good at reading as he was with typing. So for the duration of the class, he simply sat and stared intently at the teacher trying to absorb every bit of information he could.

Kevin had no idea what the teacher was talking about for the most part (what was a "quiz"?), but he DID understand the assignment. Maybe this learning thing wasn't so hard after all! Without a second thought, Kevin jumped up and kicked his desk clear across the classroom.

"Like that?" He beamed.

[manliestmenodix]

"Sorta like that! Pound it into dust though! I don't wanna be able to tell it was a desk when you're through with it!" he encouraged the happy student, glad to see his first assignment was so well received.

[moonlitmonk]

And it was here that Kevin decided that he really liked school. Not only did he get to do the one thing he was good at, but the teacher actually approved of it! He ran over to where his desk landed, grabbed it by one leg and bashed it against the wall, whereupon it exploded into splinters.

This was the best day ever.

[manliestmenodix]

"Alright! Way to go, kid!" he cheered him on, amused at how easily the desks seemed to be splintering. Well, if what the clown guy told him was right, they'd all be back for next class, and if they weren't, well... it wasn't as if he really cared about his students taking notes anyway. "What's your name? I have to give you a good grade."

[jonny_talbain]

"...Uh.huh."

Jon stood up, picked his desk up by the legs and pulled it in half, before smashing both halves back together and making a nice cascade of splinters and chunks of wood all over the floor.

[manliestmenodix]

"Not bad, not bad! Pretty strong, so that's good, but you gotta have a little more style than that if you wanna be a real man. In gangs, it's always the thug who's breakin' stuff without sayin' anything. Give us a catchphrase or a smile or somethin'!"

[jonny_talbain]

"I don't smile." replied Jon, dropping the desk legs and stamping them into toothpicks with one fell blow. "And I don't do catchphrases. I'm a martial artist... I strike quickly and efficiently, and part of being efficient is silence..."

He realised that, at this point, he was trying to teach this supposed teacher and bit down hard on his tongue.

[manliestmenodix]

Roger wagged a finger at Jon. "Ah ah ah! I'll let you off this time, kid, but don't be so stuffy and boring. Trash talkin' is one of the best ways to catch your opponent off guard, and you can do it while you're attackin'! If that's not efficient, then I don't know what is. And I know what is. Trash talkin'. Cause I'm the teacher," he drew the last part out. Being able to give detention to people who disagreed with him was gonna be so much fun.

[fallowmybelieve]

X probably should have been tipped off when he'd been branded a sissy by Roger, but he was just so cute and little and the idea of a tiny boy teaching REAL MANLINESS was something he simply couldn't miss. It was worth it just to see the kitty-boy-thing parading around in his little sweater vest and being all authoritative, but all the same... destroying desks? X wasn't entirely sure this was typical school behaviour. Well... rule one of True Manliness 101, right?

Firing his blaster directly would have been pretty reckless, considering the likelihood of shrapnel making friends with all the soft, squishy humans in the room, so maybe he'd have to work around that. After a moment's fishing around in a pouch handily strapped to his side, he pulled out a punchcard, stuck it into a slot in his arm, and ~*~magically changed color~*~ and magically changed color. Rather than the usual shiny plasma shots, he aimed his trusty X-Buster and spat out a small, round Gravity Well on top of the desk

[manliestmenodix]

"Ooh! That's a pretty neat one. You get points for creativity, but you lose a few on speed. Maybe have a few people follow you around holding the cards! Then whenever you need one, you can just yell at the person and they'll bring it for you!"

Roger S. Huxley hadn't earned the title of Professor for nothing.

[fallowmybelieve]

"I'll... keep that in mind, thanks, but ranged warfare's my specialty. I can usually afford a few seconds to switch weapons." It didn't seem to X that making other people hold the cards would be much quicker; with a little more practice, he could probably find a card and use it in the time it took to call somebody over. The whole punchcard system kind of had "ineffecient" written all over it no matter what, though. There really was no helping that.

He could probably convince Axl to hold onto a few if he really wanted, though; given the way he gushed over X, he'd probably get a kick out of it. And come to think of it, maybe Zero wouldn't mind... no, he'd stick to holding onto them himself.

[manliestmenodix]

"If you say so! Long as you don't get smooshed while you're rummagin' for one of 'em." If only Roger had access to X's thoughts, his grade would be much higher already.

[copyshotnyan]

Axl was getting a bit bored sitting there and listening to the little guy talk. He wasn't responsive to any of what he said until he heard the word "destroy"--he perked up for a moment, wondering if there were any Mavericks to beat up.

"We're destroying desks?" He gave a light shrug as a gun appeared in his hand and kicked up the table into the air before starting to shoot at it, shoving it into a wall, making a nice small circle in the center of the surface before letting it fall down.

"I go for precision over power. Rampaging corrupted robots need to be taken down ASAP!" He boasted with a grin.

[manliestmenodix]

"Sure you gotta kill robots, but why not have precision and power? You're not gonna get far if you've only got one."

[copyshotnyan]

"Why do I need power when I can use my copy shot ability and disguise myself as the bad guys' friends and shoot them when they're least expecting it?" Axl responded. "Reploids don't go craving power and stuff unless they get infected and become Mavericks. And I'm no Maverick!"

So much for following the rules.

[manliestmenodix]

"Because ya just told me about it, ya moron! Somethin' like that's no good if ya just run around blabbin' about it!" he scolded, whacking Axl's helmet.