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The Art of Peace; Thursday, Third Period [12/15].
"And so, my little peaceful ducklings ♥," Shunsui was saying, once everyone arrived and got settled in their usual cushion circle around the tea set, "we find ourselves here on our very last class of the semes--"
It was then that the door to the classroom was suddenly thrown open, and the tall, imposing figure of an imposing man in far too much fake black pleather and wallet chains, darkened its frame.
"Shunsui Kyōraku..." he intoned darkly.
And Shunsui, straightening up from where he'd been slightly slouched and prepared to give his final little lecture, may have gawked, just slightly.
"Eh?" he asked, blinking a little. "Didn't I already defeat you?"
There was...a pause, the man's gun lifting, but only to settle on his shoulders. "I'm here...for a rematch."
Shunsui had a pause of his own, considering the classroom, considering that man. "Ara ara," he said, "surely you don't really want to fight, Starrk-sama....Not again, anyway. You remember how drawn and obnoxious the last one was ♥! You didn't really want to fight then, either, but we were given no choice, neh? So let's not repeat the same mistakes again ♥! Come," he gestured toward the tea, "have a seat, have some tea ♥. This is, after all, a class on the art of peace, Starrk-sama ♥. Allow me to practice what I preach! Besides....you know how I feel about fighting around children..."
Starrk stood there for a moment, frowning deeply underneath the black lipstick that was probably really unnecessary; he definitely didn't need the gothy makeup to begin with. "I'm here to fight you," he said, although there seemed to be a certain sense of....reluctant obligation to it.
"Ahhh, but you don't want to, do you, Starrk-sama ♥?"
Another long pause, a hard stare with that one eye, before Starrk took a few steps forward, toward an empty spot in the circle, and folded his legs to sit down with a creak of all his pleather.
"No," he admitted, "I don't."
And then there was suddenly a teacup in his hand, and he was staring into it for a long moment before having a sip while Shunsui smiled pleasantly at this turn of events. "Much nicer than the last time we met, Starr-sama," he gushed, "and truly the Art of Peace in action before our very eyes ♥. Really, couldn't have asked for a better final lesson than that ♥! So, let us take our time together for our final class to discuss what we've learned, ducklings, and how much nicer this is than how it could have gone ♥."
Despite his sing-song, lilting, and carefree voice, though, he was absolutely giving Starrk a hard look over his own teacup, feeling tense and ready for anything. Somehow, though, he just knew, whatever was going on to bring Coyote Starrk, of all people, back to his door again, it was hardly as...urgent...as the last time.
It was then that the door to the classroom was suddenly thrown open, and the tall, imposing figure of an imposing man in far too much fake black pleather and wallet chains, darkened its frame.
"Shunsui Kyōraku..." he intoned darkly.
And Shunsui, straightening up from where he'd been slightly slouched and prepared to give his final little lecture, may have gawked, just slightly.
"Eh?" he asked, blinking a little. "Didn't I already defeat you?"
There was...a pause, the man's gun lifting, but only to settle on his shoulders. "I'm here...for a rematch."
Shunsui had a pause of his own, considering the classroom, considering that man. "Ara ara," he said, "surely you don't really want to fight, Starrk-sama....Not again, anyway. You remember how drawn and obnoxious the last one was ♥! You didn't really want to fight then, either, but we were given no choice, neh? So let's not repeat the same mistakes again ♥! Come," he gestured toward the tea, "have a seat, have some tea ♥. This is, after all, a class on the art of peace, Starrk-sama ♥. Allow me to practice what I preach! Besides....you know how I feel about fighting around children..."
Starrk stood there for a moment, frowning deeply underneath the black lipstick that was probably really unnecessary; he definitely didn't need the gothy makeup to begin with. "I'm here to fight you," he said, although there seemed to be a certain sense of....reluctant obligation to it.
"Ahhh, but you don't want to, do you, Starrk-sama ♥?"
Another long pause, a hard stare with that one eye, before Starrk took a few steps forward, toward an empty spot in the circle, and folded his legs to sit down with a creak of all his pleather.
"No," he admitted, "I don't."
And then there was suddenly a teacup in his hand, and he was staring into it for a long moment before having a sip while Shunsui smiled pleasantly at this turn of events. "Much nicer than the last time we met, Starr-sama," he gushed, "and truly the Art of Peace in action before our very eyes ♥. Really, couldn't have asked for a better final lesson than that ♥! So, let us take our time together for our final class to discuss what we've learned, ducklings, and how much nicer this is than how it could have gone ♥."
Despite his sing-song, lilting, and carefree voice, though, he was absolutely giving Starrk a hard look over his own teacup, feeling tense and ready for anything. Somehow, though, he just knew, whatever was going on to bring Coyote Starrk, of all people, back to his door again, it was hardly as...urgent...as the last time.
Sign In - AoP, 12/15.
Listen to the Lecture - AoP, 12/15.
Class Activity: Discuss! - AoP, 12/15.
Talk to the Teacher - AoP, 12/15.
OOC - AoP, 12/15.
This was how Shunsui/Starrk should have played out in the first place, really.