Another Detention..

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Mizore walked to the detention room for the tenth time? Don't know, but she got the title, delinquent. How nice...not. Too bad she's not like Z. Well, she doesn't want to be like Z. He's a... playboy? Well, she can't find any words that fit him, so there.

She tried opening the door, but it's lock. A teacher, late? No, maybe she came early, but heck, she's gonna barge in. Oh yes, she is. She figured that she's gonna use the less destructive way, so she created a key to get inside.

Finally, when she got the right key, she got inside and sat the last row of the tables.

[Iƪƪia]

Yet another day of detention. Illia sighed as she walked toward the detention hall. Well, it wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. After all, with Z there it was never dull. When she reached the door, she noticed it was slightly ajar. Pushing it open she didn't see Mike at his desk. Glancing around the room, she noticed Mizore (Who's name she finally remembered) In the back row. Without another glance, she took a seat in the second row and looked up at the clock.

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There was a cluttering in the hallway just after Illia had taken a seat. Something big, something unwieldy, was coming their way. Soon, a voice could be heard, piping and apologetic.

"Hey man, I said I was sorry! How could I know that threatening the newsies was against school rules?"

"Master Damion, that statement was so idiotic I don't think I'll have to explain to you why. Now get in- Hey! Why is this door open?"

Mike skittered through the doorway, looking around, mandibles crunching. He looked a little angry, but when he saw the two at their seats sitting quietly, he calmed down a bit.

"Oh, early for class I see? Well, I certainly have no qualms about that!"

He dragged Z in by his arm, hauling him into a seat at the front of the class. The dragon was pouting, but mockingly so.

"Look Mikey, I'm sorry you had to come get me. I would have come here on my own, honest! You didn't have to abduct me from class!"

He was trying not to laugh, but he did feel a little bad. He liked Mikey boy. He was a nice British evil spider thingy.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Master Damion, now quiet down and get to work." Mike sighed.

"Sure thing!" Z sa back, obviously not doing his work. He might have liked Mike, but not that much.

Mike just sighed and went to his desk.

"Alright friends, you know the drill. Sit quietly and do your work."

He then took out an old Hemmingway novel and began to read. Z looked around at the other students. Hey, Illia and ice princess were here. Z waved a little before turning back around and trying to balance himself on only two chair legs.

Damn. Got caught for the news add incident! He didn't want to place Illia at the scene, so he had claimed she was some other girl he couldn't remember the name of. The old guy was too, well, old to point her out again, and quite frankly he didn't think anyone else in that room would have noticed her if they saw her again. They looked too concerned with coffee to care much.

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A little while later three beings came in. A spider and two chimeras. The spider took out a book and read, again. She thought detention was all about pain? But it's not. She could just sleep. She IS getting sleepy. But decided not to.

She looked around, and it was the same as ever. She guess Illia must be happy to see Z around. She noticed Z waving. To Illia, she gueuss. Man, it's so boring here. She'll wait if there's any changes. If not, she'll do her homework. Ah, she forgot. There's no homework today. Damn.

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(OOC: Two? I'm the only chimera in the room).

Illia watched the scene unfold before her. It sounded like Z was busted for what happened in the press room. Strange that no one called Illia on that. Unless Z covered for her... Yes, that must be it. She smiled at that thought. That was actually kinda sweet.

She cast a glance up at Mike. He appeared to be reading a novel, but he did have a few spare eyes to watch them with. Well, she decided that didn't matter much. Standing up, she quickly ambled over to where Z sat. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and pressed her cheek against his. Without a word, she returned to her seat.

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Z nearly toppled from his chair as he felt Illia's warm embrace. He steadied himself, blushing a little as she went back to her seat.

No one had ever done that before...

He tied to forget about it. He felt stuffy and his skin was getting hard to control. To distract himself, he quickly got out a wad of rubber bands and set them down on his desk. Picking up one, he stretched it out and shot it at the wall next to Mike's head. The spider had been watching everyone in the room - he had too many eyes to be distracted by one book - and he glared at Z as he turned the page.

There. He felt a little better now...

Z smiled at the spider, and, making sure he was watching, he shoved the rubber bands back into his bag. Mike crunched his mandibles and continued reading, muttering to himself about something.

"Bloody kids...."

His eyes widened as he reached a climax in the chapter of his book, and he quickly dropped off into his own little world as he read. Z was thinking about how many kids would show up for the meeting, and to occupy himself, he was absentmindedly throwing pencils into the air and catching them as they fell. One hit his head, and he toppled out of his chair, losing balance.

"Damion!"

"Sorry sir!" Z got back up, scooping up the many pencils that had scattered as he fell. When he got back up, he had moved back a couple of seats, nearer the other two. He hated the front of the class....

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It's really getting boring. Until Z made a gag. He balanced himself with only two legs of the chair. But in the end he failed, making a big noise and commotion. Suit himself? She don't know, she just stared off space to the window, day dreaming like she always do.

Next time, she should bring her own stuff. Like a book? She took out an exercise book, and doodles on it. When the detention ends she'll just rub it off. Thankfully, her drawing is kinda good. So she won't be really afraid if it gets exposed.

[Iƪƪia]

A soft, lilting laugh escaped from Illia as she watched Z. Strange how she could embarrass him so easily. Closing her eyes, her thoughts turned toward the meeting. The number of kids showing up probably wouldn't be a problem. After all, they were being offered a handsome reward. She was just worried about how many would stay after they heard more about the "project." It wouldn't be good if ten showed up but only two followed through. She sighed quietly, absentmindedly spinning a ring on her index finger.

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Z tried not to fall this time. In fact, he decided not to balance on two legs of his chair at all. He'd used the four, if it'd keep him from hitting the floor again. His back still hurt from the troll incident.

Hey... Speaking of trolls... Well, speaking of big scary mythical creatures.... would Mikey boy know anything about the incident?

He was one of Crane's staff, right? And he looked like he'd been here a long time... Maybe? Maybe he was friends with that troll that they'd killed? Sounded plausible enough. Z got up, inching his way quietly up to the front of the class and right in front of the spider with the Hemingway book.

"Hey Mikey."

The spider jumped - much higher than Z thought a spider should be able to jump. He almost hit the ceiling, he was so surprised. His huge hairy spider legs scuttled over the desk, and the book flipped out of his claws and onto the floor.

"Who?! What?!? Damion!!!"

The first of his giant, creepy legs crept up onto the desk, giving him leverage enough to pull his body up halfway. He leaned over, glaring at the young dragon all hundred of his eyes. It looked like each one of them had a little pupil trained on him, and soon the feeling of the spider's stare seeped all through Z's body.

He gulped.

"Do. Not. Disturb. My. Reading."

"Yeah, but sir-"

"Damion, I don't want to hear it."

"But sir I-"

"One more word, and I'll keep you in Detention for the ENTIRE year!"

"But sir I killed a troll the other day!"

There was a little moment of confusion as the spider blinked every one of his eyes.

"....A....troll?"

"Yes sir, and I was wondering if you knew him."

Mike's mandibles crunched together in deep thought, his feet slowly moving back to the floor.

"A troll? Say, a real live troll?"

Z only nodded. Mike was fully seated in his chair now.

"A troll.... You killed a troll...."

He was hesitant to say anything, and he was looking over at the other two in the room.

"You two didn't have any part of this, did you?"
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Mr. Spider then jumped up when Z called him. He jumped high. Very high. Maybe Mr. Spider can join the gymnastic team? Or is it the acrobatics? They're pretty much the same, or maybe they are the same. Mizore's gonna look that up later.

Soon after all that talking between Mr. Spider and Z, Mr. Spider's eye looked at her and Illia. Asking if the two of them are included in killing the troll. Uh, pretty much no. She's useless over there. Just a decoration.

"No." She answered.

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Illia sighed at Mizore's response. Well, it was true. She didn't do a damn thing. Just sat back and watched the rest of them deal with it. Returning her attention to the front of the class, Illia leaned forward on her desk.

"Yes, sir, a group of us helped to kill it," She explained, "We had to for our new class... Apparently, it was Professor Crane's idea."

She was curious to hear Mike's reaction. It sounded like he might know something. Well, Illia was hopeful that he did.

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Mike rubbed his claws together, looking from Illia to Z nervously.

"You mean Daniel? He wanted you to kill it? That's... That's impossible! Daniel's a lamb! The man succumbs to no vices, has no enemies, doesn't even play any sports!"

Mike looked more that disturbed by this news. He looked like he was debating something with himself, but he wasn't telling the kids anything of it.

"My dear you've got it wrong somehow. I know Daniel. I've known him since he was a tiny little tot. He's harmless. Completely, utterly harmless. I couldn't tell you what he wanted with you and that troll, but I do know him, and I know he has a great sense of empathy. Far too much of it to do anything like that. Having you kill a troll!" Mike was outraged by the thought of it.

"No. It must be something else. Someone else. Rehnquist is close to him, the two are like brothers. And I'm inclined not to trust that human over Daniel. He's a bureaucrat, a bloody human bureaucrat! They're always up to something. Always."

Mike had seemed to calm himself down a little, and with a look he sent Z sprawling back to his seat.

"Whatever you kids have heard, forget it right this instant. It is wrong. Foolishness."

With that, he refused to say anything more on the subject. He picked up his book, and brushing it off, continued to read.

Z looked back at Illia, questioning her thoughts with his stare. That was a little.... confusing. Crane was good?
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[Iƪƪia]

Illia slumped in her chair, an outright confused expression plastered on her face. Mike seemed adamant that Crane would never do such a thing. So then if it wasn't Crane's idea... Illia shut her eyes tightly and clasped her head between her hands, trying to put everything in order. Crane was certainly strange, but he never did seem evil to her. So maybe someone else was behind it? Then how does that explain the troll and Dr. Manner's words? It all pointed to Crane... And yet... Giving up, Illia rested her head on her desk. They just didn't have enough information to come to a sound conclusion.

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She listened and listened. Crane's a good guy? Well, escaping from a close friend being bad is a tough thing right? Your close friend is like, know everything about you. So, maybe Crane is a good guy?

"Pretending to be nice around you." She said in a dull cold tone. She looked up at Mr. Spider. "That's why people get fooled." She added.

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Mike ignored Shirayuki, not because he wanted to be rude, but because the very mention of Daniel in relation to anything bad troubled him. He had known a young Crane, a Crane before he'd had this daft idea to build a school. He was strange like that, suddenly wanting something, only to turn away from it the next. Mike was almost certain he'd have done it with the school. But, it had been four hundred long, slow years since then, and Crane was still hear. He hadn't disappeared on another of his daft little quests. He wanted to run a school, oddly enough.

Mike enjoyed children, but not enough to devote four hundred years to them. Already, he was an old spider, and getting older every year. He wondered if Crane felt that - the aging. Sure, he did not age in body, but it must be doing terrors for his mind.

Four hundred years was a long time to live, even for a man like Daniel Crane - and with that despicable smuggling vampire and a school of mythical monsters barking at him every minute of every day, he wondered what Crane did to seem so untouched.

Maybe it was part of his immortality?

Mike didn't know. He'd never asked about the immortality. He'd just accepted the invitation to join Crane's staff, and here he was now, so much later. He was worried, but not that Crane was evil. He was worried that Crane had finally dug himself a bit too deep....

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Z poked his head over his desk, staring at the two girls behind him. Mikey boy seemed off in his own little world, and he took it as an opportunity to get some opinions.

"So? Anyone have any ideas? What's up with this Crane guy? He's good, then he's bad. I can't get a read on him."

He was hoping Illia had come up with something, but it looked like ice princess had thought a few things through as well. Is she was willing to help him, it would be appreciated. He got the impression that Shirayuki didn't like him.

He wondered why?
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