Post by Jasmine Noir on Dec 20, 2018 19:16:45 GMT -4
Sitting at her desk, Jasmine was leaning back against the chair's backrest, arms folded beneath her breasts. She was tapping her foot against the ground, glaring at Captain perched atop Aeris' old desk. It was clear to the naked eye that Jasmine felt irritated, yet she wouldn't exactly share the reason for said irritation, not even through her own thoughts. Since he was here, she really didn't put it past him to make such an idiotic entrance, if it could even be called that. The one thing she was curious about, though, was why was he here. Like, weren't there other teachers they could choose from? Red Horn? Sure, she wasn't exactly teacher material, but neither was this schmuck. Her entire life proved as much-
No. Later. That could come later. Class was first. And she really didn't want another public display of her fury out there in the open.
Before long, after a good few of the class finally arrived, Nathan's robotic mug somewhat ceremoniously appeared on the screen courtesy of Captain herself. Ugh, she hated that damn chicken. Who the fuck names a chicken Captain? Whatever, not the point. Jasmine didn't even bother to hide her glare as she stared at Nathan's beady robot eyes through the screen, clicking her tongue when he called her by her nickname. How in the hell did he even know about her and Rin? Sneaky bastard.
Groaning, Jasmine stood up. Might as well get this over with. She quickly stomped over to Rin, "Listen, don't ask me why, I'll explain it later, but let's take this shit seriously, okay? Try to combine our efforts here. That first aid thing that Maxi gave you way back when? Grab it and meet me back here." Without another word, Jasmine bolted out of the classroom, heading to the destination of where her item of choice undoubtedly lay.
...Geist's office.
Okay getting in there was a bit of an endeavor which included blowing his lock open with a well placed finger gun explosion, but surely the guy wouldn't mind it if Jasmine explained why she was there. Pushing the thought aside as shit I'll deal with later, Jasmine begun rummaging through his drawers, doing his best to not make too much of a mess. Before long she found what she was looking for - a Swiss Army Knife. She had been positive he'd have one considering the type of person he was, and lo and behold there it was, in all its blazing miniature glory.
Leaving a note admitting to being the perp and promising to bring the knife back, Jasmine pocketed and ran back to the class with time to spare. Now all that was left was to wait for Rin.
No. Later. That could come later. Class was first. And she really didn't want another public display of her fury out there in the open.
Before long, after a good few of the class finally arrived, Nathan's robotic mug somewhat ceremoniously appeared on the screen courtesy of Captain herself. Ugh, she hated that damn chicken. Who the fuck names a chicken Captain? Whatever, not the point. Jasmine didn't even bother to hide her glare as she stared at Nathan's beady robot eyes through the screen, clicking her tongue when he called her by her nickname. How in the hell did he even know about her and Rin? Sneaky bastard.
Groaning, Jasmine stood up. Might as well get this over with. She quickly stomped over to Rin, "Listen, don't ask me why, I'll explain it later, but let's take this shit seriously, okay? Try to combine our efforts here. That first aid thing that Maxi gave you way back when? Grab it and meet me back here." Without another word, Jasmine bolted out of the classroom, heading to the destination of where her item of choice undoubtedly lay.
...Geist's office.
Okay getting in there was a bit of an endeavor which included blowing his lock open with a well placed finger gun explosion, but surely the guy wouldn't mind it if Jasmine explained why she was there. Pushing the thought aside as shit I'll deal with later, Jasmine begun rummaging through his drawers, doing his best to not make too much of a mess. Before long she found what she was looking for - a Swiss Army Knife. She had been positive he'd have one considering the type of person he was, and lo and behold there it was, in all its blazing miniature glory.
Leaving a note admitting to being the perp and promising to bring the knife back, Jasmine pocketed and ran back to the class with time to spare. Now all that was left was to wait for Rin.