The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: Jolek glanced over and snickered.

"That's what you get for showin' off, buddy." he said, shaking his head in that good-natured way people sometimes do.

"Hey, Ladies," he said, managing to catch their attention for a moment.

"I'm sure Dorian would appreciate it if ya gave him some space." he said, with an amused grin.

"Same goes for Mag."

IC: Jolek gave a nod and a grin.

"That's what I'm here for." he said, clapping Mag on the back, with a chuckle.

Leaning back on the chair, he glanced over to the other boy.

"Just wait until they don't think it's platonic." he said, gesturing towards the fangirls with his head.

"Then we're in for it." he said with a grimace.

OOC: Spawn: God yes Blur.
Everyone: well I was going to keep clear of real world hints other than some songs Mag's listening to, but sure.

IC: "We're going to be dead, strangled by lunch break anyway," sighed Maglod, sleepily. "Shit, dudes, what is the teacher saying? And why did that guy leave?"

"Have you anything to say, young sir..."

On a cold winter morning in a time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down and the times are tough alright
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

"Maglod Balchar," virtually anti-emotionally introduced himself Maglod. "and no, sorry, sir, it doesn't seem as if I have anything to say to you."

"Well then, maybe being a little less loud would help?

"Sorry, sir, it's the music." he gestured towards his ear, with a nasty expression written on his face.

"You should turn it off. It's not allowed."

"Sorry, sir, but there doesn't seem to be a rule that says that."

"Why'd you think that?"

"There, the school rules. On the wall."

"... It doesn't matter if it's written down! It's not allowed."

"You have no proof!" shouting, as if having ultimately proven an unquestionable point, said Maglod. Others took up shouting too, screaming, "YOU HAVE NO PROOF!", while Maglod noted the teacher's expression and added, "Sir."


Shiarra felt herself slightly smile. So did the rest of the class. Not many people openly laughed, but virtually everyone was smiling.

OOC: MEANWHILE

IC: Jolek glanced up.

Maglod was getting into some sorta debate with the teacher

He shrugged, switched songs, and kept listening.

He can handle himself.

IC: Shiarra watched and listened on as Maglod continued a long and redundant debate with the teacher, until ultimately the teacher stood on his very toes and screamed.

"ENOUGH!" Maglod seemed proud of himself, as the teacher moved away and looked around at the class. Then he noticed Jolek, and an anomalously big number of people that were listening to music.

"ENOUGH!" he reiterated, as Maglod grinned even worse. In fact, even Shiarra grinned. Even worse. "Enough of this immature nonsense. I DEMAND ORDER!" the teacher screamed, as he now tended to do a lot. "OPEN YOUR BOOKS AT PAGE---"

The statement was interrupted by a paper plane sent flying right into his mouth by some student Shiarra couldn't exactly identify. The teacher gargled and spat it out, to the great laughter and applause of the class.

IC: Jolek raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't choose that as a landing spot, but okay." he said with a chuckle.

In his time, he'd been using a few sheets of paper cut into smaller sizes to create what by now could be called a paper air force.

And now he knew they were aerodynamically sound, and ready for flight.

A few more wouldn't hurt, but...

He tapped Shiarra on the shoulder.

"Paper?" he asked, in a low whisper.

IC: Jolek winced at the impact. That had to hurt.

Snatching the loose pages out of the air with snakelike speed and precision, he gave his longtime friend a look that said Since when can you do that?

IC: Jolek shrugged, picking up one of his paper airplanes and sending high, where it slowly glided down towards Maglod's desk in lazy circles.

IC: As the teacher levelled a baleful gaze at the class, who were all making valiant efforts to not laugh, Jolek raised an eyebrow.

Funny, he shouldn't have been in the flight path...

He turned to Dorian, giving him a blank look.

Grinning like a madman.

He sighed and turned back.

Probably him.

IC: "Uh, sir, I think there may be a bit of a problem." Jolek piped up.

"What?" the teacher half-shouted at him.

"What does English Literature have to do with the Teandilic Language?"

IC: As Dorian got sent outside, Jolek couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Opening the book and turning to the proper page, he began to read.

Or tried, anyway. The book was full of unfamiliar sigils and characters and he wasn't even sure if it shared English's sentence structure.

Fucking what?

Noticing Dorian's pen still up in the air, writing furiously, he glanced at the paper.

Aha, cheatsheet sighted!

Once the writing untensil appeared done, Jolek snatched the paper and began to read the translations.

IC: Jolek wrote down his own message, holding it up when the teacher wasn't looking so Dorian could see.

"Deal w/ it bruh"

IC: Jolek snatched his own pencil up before it could drop, and gripping it tight, he drew a quick "D:<" before flipping his friend the bird, to the amusement of his classmates.

IC: "With pleasure!" Jolek scribbled, before launching a ferocius attack on Dorian's pencil, juuust managing not to bust out laughing.

Which, of course, was a lot more than the rest of the class did.

IC: Jolek parried furiously, managing to protect his fingers from the sharpened point, for the most part. But still, how could he fight back? There was no body physically controlling the pencil that he could attack, he'd have to throw his...

Wait, that could work!

Biding his time, Jolek traded what, to scale, would have been vicious blows with Dorian's pencil, while the portions of the class that weren't in tears looked on.