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The usual Danger Shop Dojo was much bigger than the previous weeks, with separate areas marked off simply by white lines. For a change, Kenpachi was the one who seemed in the better mood between himself and Yachiru. His psychotic, toothy grin was smeared all over his sharp face as he loomed over the gathering students; Yachiru stood beside him, clutching his robes slightly, looking about ready to cry. She didn't want it to be the last class already...

This...will be our Final Class... )

"I think I got everyone. If I did forget you, let me know, and we'll have our TA actually do something useful and fight you. Now, get going."

There was a pause before he went to his usual spot to watch. "Oh. One last thing. I believe I am in charge of detention this week. If any of you are interested in one last class after this," GRIN, "something might be arranged. It...should be...interesting."

Big OOC Note )

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The students might noticed the Danger Shoppe looking a lot different than usual. While Kenpachi usually set it up to resemble a somber, basic dojo, today it was a smörgåsbord of bright colours. There were comfy bean bag chairs scattered around, and little tables with glue, beads, string, and other arts-and-craftsy type things. And, of course, glitter.

If anyone picked up on the fact that it looked rather like a little girl's playroom, they might not be surprised to see Yachiru at the front of the room, beaming at them from atop a large desk, and no Kenpachi to be seen.

Hello, Class! )

With that, beaming even more than before, she hopped off the desk and got ready to bounce around to see how everyone was doing with their hilt beads and battle pictures.


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Once the students were all in the Danger Shop, Yachiru burst forward into the room. The students would be aware of her approach well before she came in; in her arms, training behind her, practically wrapped all around her, were ribbons, lined with little round bells and she seemed very happy to have them, laughing and circling them excitedly, tossing to some of the students their own ribbon of bells. The others, she handed strips of cloth that looked like blindfolds. There were more than enough, so she had spares, and kept circling them and ringing them and giggling.

Until Kenpachi stepped in. Soundlessly. Even if the sounds of Yachiru's bells hadn't covered up everything else, you wouldn't have heard him. Yachiru stopped abruptly. As Kenpachi turned to face the students, there was only a faint tinkling left. It was hard to tell if it was just the echo of the ones Yachiru held, or the slight sound of the ones tied at the end of the spikes in his hair.

Can you hear? )

"I'll be around, as always, for questions or critiques, should you want them. Possibly if you don't."

[[ OCD on the way is here! Sorry things didn't pan out as on the syllabus. I'm a procrastinator and suck. woe. Please let me know if I was stupid and forgot someone on the list. it happens. ]]

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Heyyyy, Kenpachi wasn't looking nearly as battered and bandaged up as he usually did when he came lumbering into the Danger Shop. He, however, did not see this is a good thing. HAnds behind his back, Yachiru on his shoulder, he paced in front of the students as he talked.

Weapons; Nothing More than a Tool, like a Fork, a Wrench, a Pulley... )


[[ please wait for the ridiculously OCD OCD is up! My original plans didn't pan out, so this class is a little different from the syllabus. Just a little. No Voltron frogs, woe. Also, if you haven't yet, please sign into the abilities list. ]]

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Usually, when the students came into the Danger Shop for class, Kenpachi hadn't arrived yet, so it would be normal for no one to be there when they gathered. However, what was unusual, was that someone would already be there, leaning against a table with her arms crossed over a very...significant chest, smirking in front of the Shop's simple dojo appearance.

Yes, this blonde woman was definitely not Kenpachi. She smiled at the students as they came in; a few of the boys even got sly smirks and a wink or two. When it appeared that they were all there, she drew in a breath and clasped her hands excitedly, happily in front of her. "Oh, this is just wonderful! I'm so excited to be here! You all look like bright, intelli--"

It was at that point that Kenpachi entered the room, with very stiff knees, and, instantly, a flash of rage covered his scarred, jagged face.

What the... )

"Now!" With another very noticeable bounce , Rangiku clapped her hands together and smiled at the students again. "I'll let you all ask moi some questions, and then I'll have you fight me! I want you to approach me doing your very, very best to sway me with your charm and we'll see how that works before we get to the good stuff! Right, Zaraki-taichou?"

Zarkai rolled his eye. "I am going to kill Hitsugaya. You heard the woman, students. Get to it. And let me just add that I disagree completely with everything she has said except that last part. You'll also find, though, that it isn't just her attempting to give substance to her vapid approach. She isn't a lieutenant for nothing."

His eyes passed over the class for a moment to get initial reactions before they got to the assignment of the class. He stopped when he spotted the girl who had failed the first week. "And you," he said, making sure to single her out in front of everyone, "are to see me after class. The rest of you, get to work."


[[ Wait for the OCD has landed! please! Links above slightly NWS due to WTF boobage. Also, this didn't work last week because of the problems LJ was having, but I've created a post that I will include a link for where it would be very appreciated if you tagged in with a list of your characters powers, skills, abilities, strengths, weakness, etc. It will go up with every post so we can always return to it for reference, especially when we have guests who aren't being played by me or activities where you're playing with each other....not dirty. because this is a school, omg. ]]

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[[ ETA the Second: Blarg, I just forgot things left and right today. Weapons for the fight portion are, as usual, completely moddable ]]

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As Kenpachi walked into the Danger Shop, assuming all the students were already present with impeccable punctuality, he was moving a little stiffly, the bells at the tips of his spiky hair tingling significantly more than usual, and each little resounding one making him wince slightly. Yes, if you mention anything about him moving like his body had taken a sound beating, he will give you detention. And possibly sic Yachiru, who still clung to his shoulder despite the deep wounds there because he liked how her aggravating them reminded him of them, on you.

The Shop itself was structured to appear like a level in a first person shooter a metallic chamber, with a series of raised platforms, stairs, columns, and corridors to other smaller chambers.

"Listen up!" he barked to get their attentions, jerkily moving back and forth in front of them as he spoke, hands on his hips. Yachiru made silly faces at them all while he lectured, just to see who would break and get yelled at by him.

Anyone can be inspired to kill a 'Scary' Monster... )

He paused, looking over them all. "Well?" He turned his back to find his observation spot and waved a hand at them. Yachiru hopped to her feet, bouncing. "Go."

[[ Wait for the OCD, please. Big Fat OCD is up! More explanation on how the battle royale will work inside! Oooh, exciting! A winner has been randomly selected prior to class and has been contacted with special instructions. ]]

[[ ...sorry for Ken being really talky today. 0.o ]]


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As the students settled into the Danger Shop, which looked like a suburban street in Tokyo, Kenpachi and all his massiveness came in with a billowing of his tattered, frayed captain's robes and stood before them with his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. His eye scanned over the group, and he sneered. Pathetic. Almost every single one of them. Some...could have potential, but that would be left to be seen.

Truly Pathetic )

Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the first student to step up and take the challenge.



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