Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 7, 2014 11:39:57 GMT -5
Some days were fast, and others were slow. Akira was grateful for the slow days. Gave him time to make headway on issues in the backburner- they weren't even on the backburner, some of them had been there so long. Clearing away grime and calcium deposits in a tub was hard work. Clearing away the mess his predecessors have left behind was even more bothersome. Of course, that was completely excluding the fact that he was balancing presidential responsibilities and heroic feats. Why, just the other day, he and two others faced down a train!
. . . that sounded like a group suicide attempt by train.
Regardless, the won, mostly thanks to a certain ice queen firing off icicle bombs. She was useful there. Of course, the then-in-drag boy had to made a quick exit to fit character. Smashing one's head into things was often considered embarrassing, after all, and his female persona did react to the acts of “clumsiness” with embarrassment. Of course, what was more genuinely clumsy was the fact that it never occurred to him to use Dia on himself after the fall. No, instead he did the usual thing- bandaged it up. Then again, it was also something he was used to. Just firing off a level one cure spell wouldn't do too much for him, even if probably would have closed the opening on his forehead.
Of course, being seen with bandages was a good way to attract unwanted attention. There was a good way around that, as well. Utilizing his privileges as the president of the student council, he abstained from class that day. Of course, he had plenty of work to do, so it was a justified action. Those papers wouldn't sign themselves, you see, as convenient as that might have been. So, there he was, scurrying across the halls, dropping papers off in the faculty office, and trying to make it back to his own office without being seen. Unfortunately, classes were about thirty seconds from letting out for lunch.
It was time to move at the speed of light.
Without running.
Because the Student Council President needed to lead by example.
. . . that sounded like a group suicide attempt by train.
Regardless, the won, mostly thanks to a certain ice queen firing off icicle bombs. She was useful there. Of course, the then-in-drag boy had to made a quick exit to fit character. Smashing one's head into things was often considered embarrassing, after all, and his female persona did react to the acts of “clumsiness” with embarrassment. Of course, what was more genuinely clumsy was the fact that it never occurred to him to use Dia on himself after the fall. No, instead he did the usual thing- bandaged it up. Then again, it was also something he was used to. Just firing off a level one cure spell wouldn't do too much for him, even if probably would have closed the opening on his forehead.
Of course, being seen with bandages was a good way to attract unwanted attention. There was a good way around that, as well. Utilizing his privileges as the president of the student council, he abstained from class that day. Of course, he had plenty of work to do, so it was a justified action. Those papers wouldn't sign themselves, you see, as convenient as that might have been. So, there he was, scurrying across the halls, dropping papers off in the faculty office, and trying to make it back to his own office without being seen. Unfortunately, classes were about thirty seconds from letting out for lunch.
It was time to move at the speed of light.
Without running.
Because the Student Council President needed to lead by example.