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Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 09/03 ].
Kūkaku Shiba stood in front of her classroom, arms folded in front of her with a smirk on her face as she watched the poor, poor bastards file in. She'd like to think that her current posture was one that reduced the ampleness of her chest, but in that, she would be terribly wrong. Of course, there were two other twins behind her, big silent men in funny little caps, arms equally folded but looking much more grim. As soon as the last student had sat down and gotten as comfortable as one could get when your teacher was just staring at the class with an almost wolfish smirk on her face, she called out, loud enough to make one wonder if her breasts were so large because they had to house massive lungs, "ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE, MOVE IT ON OUTSIDE!"
"Go on! Get! Don't make me have to boot your ass to get you moving. It ain't exactly eight o'clock anymore, and, unfortunately, we gotta save the blowing up the class room lesson for later in the semester. Come on! You have feet, use them!"
Once everyone had been effectively marched and hastled outside, Kūkaku grinned again and looked them over; her arms were still folded in front of her. "Good," she said. "Welcome to Demolition and Dynamite, an Introduction to Pyrotechnics, aka How Not To Die of Explosions. I am Kūkaku Shiba, your instructor for the course, and, believe me, you are some lucky little mouth breathers because I'm the best there is. None better! And to prove my point, I'm going to give you a demonstration. Koganehiko! Shiroganehiko!" The men stepped forward at attention. "Set 'er up!"
They went to quick and efficient work in establishing an apparatus, and Kūkaku held up a wrapped ball with a string hanging from it. "Doesn't look like much," she said, smirking, "but just you wait until you see it. Typical explosive has three major components: powders or chemicals that make it go boom, a casing, and a fuse. This type's a firework, so we've also got a stand to help shoot it off right for that...aesthetic prettiness." She knelt down by the apparatus, setting the bomb into it. "Now, watch carefully..."
With the same hand she set the bomb down with, she took a match, struck it against the toothy smirk, and brought the flame to the fuse.
And then....
[[ mmm, ocdon the way... is all shook up! ]]
"Go on! Get! Don't make me have to boot your ass to get you moving. It ain't exactly eight o'clock anymore, and, unfortunately, we gotta save the blowing up the class room lesson for later in the semester. Come on! You have feet, use them!"
Once everyone had been effectively marched and hastled outside, Kūkaku grinned again and looked them over; her arms were still folded in front of her. "Good," she said. "Welcome to Demolition and Dynamite, an Introduction to Pyrotechnics, aka How Not To Die of Explosions. I am Kūkaku Shiba, your instructor for the course, and, believe me, you are some lucky little mouth breathers because I'm the best there is. None better! And to prove my point, I'm going to give you a demonstration. Koganehiko! Shiroganehiko!" The men stepped forward at attention. "Set 'er up!"
They went to quick and efficient work in establishing an apparatus, and Kūkaku held up a wrapped ball with a string hanging from it. "Doesn't look like much," she said, smirking, "but just you wait until you see it. Typical explosive has three major components: powders or chemicals that make it go boom, a casing, and a fuse. This type's a firework, so we've also got a stand to help shoot it off right for that...aesthetic prettiness." She knelt down by the apparatus, setting the bomb into it. "Now, watch carefully..."
With the same hand she set the bomb down with, she took a match, struck it against the toothy smirk, and brought the flame to the fuse.
And then....
[[ mmm, ocd
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