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As the bell rang to signal that class was currently beginning, in from the doorway marched a very convincing man. Atop his head was a brown derby hat, and he was covered from shoulder to toe in a heavy brown trench coat. His face was a very real, definitely not fake pair of black rimmed glasses resting atop a large pink nose and large brown mustache. As he walked, his feet clanked on the floor, surely just his heavy metal boots and not a pair of robot feet. Making his way to the podium at the front of the class, he sat down his briefcase and took off his hat to reveal a very handsome and very convincing wig clean combed head of hair.
Standing straight backed and with an arm stiffly pressed against the small of his back, the man rapped his finger against the podium and spoke out to the students.
"Domo! Arigato, I am Mr. Robateau, your substitute teacher for the day."
As he spoke, he spun on his heels and raised up his hand, a piece of chalk ejecting from the tip of his finger like a completely normal human man, to which he grasped and began swiftly writing his name on the board for the class. As he finished up, the chalk was promptly returned to its hiding spot. Turning back to the class, his arm hooked behind his back to match his other, and he clacked his heels together.
Post by LORETKA MASTERS on Jul 20, 2017 8:34:18 GMT
Loretka couldn't decide whether their new teacher looked more like a robot or a nazi. Maybe he was a robot nazi... That would be super bad. Why on earth did they let this guy teach kids!? Ostensibly the people in Lori's class were 16, but all the same. He was kinda weird. Creepy. So his name was even Mr. Robateau!? And his face was even one of those pairs of joke glasses and moustaches. Was it a new initiative by the Japanese government to have robot teachers? This was like something out of an anime... Lori couldn't help but think of the old Styx album, but she couldn't give away that she had been at school when that came out, that would betray her true age. The class watched in horror as Robo-San's finger seemed to spit out a piece of chalk. There was a "whumpf" as Hinamori-chan fainted a couple of seats behind Loretka. He began to call out the register. Arahima-kun was the first to answer.
"Uhh, why is a robot teaching our class?" he asked dubiously instead of answering "here". Such a rebel. He was so cool. There was a general murmur of agreement with the boy. Lori herself didn't want to speak up and draw attention to herself, but she was afraid that this weirdness always seemed to be focused on her. A couple of her classmates had turned to look at her expectantly, as if she could offer some explanation, but she shrank and blushed, not sure what to say.
Mechan Mr. Robateau stood silently at the front of the class as it began to murmur at the comment of this "Arahima" boy. Clenching his hand into a fist, a quiet whistle welled up inside of him like that of a tea kettle. Suddenly and without warning, Mechan swiftly brought down a ruler onto the podium with a loud "THWACK", silencing the class just as a jet of steam spewed from his body.
His face had no real emotion, yet had all the emotion it needed, for a moment exuding a stern anger that paired with the slamming ruler and jet of whistling steam. As if that weren't enough, slipping from the top of his head, the wig lurched before slowly slipping off onto the floor, revealing a very shiny metal dome. Now, stepping from behind the podium and toward the door, he jutted the ruler out toward the hallway.
"If anyone has anything to say, you can say it to the principal. Arahima Keito, leave my classroom. NOW." With his glowing eye ports now scanning over the rest of the group of students, Mechan Mr. Robateau called out one last time, "Would anyone else like to see the principal?!"
Post by LORETKA MASTERS on Aug 20, 2017 21:25:56 GMT
Arahima rolled his eyes and got to his feet. Lori gazed at him lovingly. So. Cooooooooool. He sauntered out of the classroom, with that nonchalant don't-care attitude that made him so badass. He let the door slam on his way out, and Lori turned to their weird teacher. She regarded him suspiciously for several moments before she realized that there was something not quite right with him. She examined more closely and realized with horror, that this was not a robot at all. He was a modsoul! She started, and nearly got to her feet. What was a modsoul doing in the classroom!? She didn't even realize that other modsouls survived! She had to find a way of getting him on his own. Her classmates were still staring at her, though some were trying to help the fainted Hinamori.
"Sir!" Lori said, clamping a hand to her face in a convincing manner. "I... I have a... A nosebleed." she told him feebly. "I have to go to the nurse. I cannot go alone, because I may faint." she told him, and her classmates nodded. Lori had a history of fainting to and from class, which was why she vanished sometimes during school. "Will you escort me?" she asked him, hand still over her nose.
Staring for a moment at the Mod Soul student he came here to kidnap recruit, his eye ports slowly shuttered in as if he was focusing on her behind his plastic bespectacled guise. Either she truly was having a fleshy malfunction... or she had discovered his secret. Was his disguise not convincing? No, that was impossible. But maybe she could sense him..
With a shhhtk, the ruler withdrew back into Mechan's palm, which sealed up with a whir and a clink. "Ah yes, a nose bleed. We must get you to the medical aid promptly before you exsanguinate and perish." Nodding slowly, he began to move toward the doorway, arms held tightly behind the small of his back in his militant stance. As he waited for her to scurry her way toward him, suddenly the doors to the supply cabinet in the back of the room flung open. From within, a man flopped onto the floor, bound in rope and duct tape pulled tightly over his mouth. He yelled out, muffled, at the students nearby. It was their teacher, returning from his vacation a little too soon, to which Mechan quickly called out. "Ah.. yes, it seems your teacher has returned and I am relieved of my duty as your substitute teacher... a- uh.. farewell, students." Before promptly slamming closed the door and then quickly making way down the hallway with Miss Masters.
"Quickly now, child, we have much to discuss.. and not here."
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