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[Round 3, Day 5] another brick in the wall [OPEN//CLASSROOM]
Characters: EVERYONE[your teacher is sitting at the desk, marking your homework from the previous week. There aren't many sheets in front of her, mainly because very few students actually bothered to hand in any work. She doesn't seem entirely worried by this, and will only look up if someone makes a wide movement or voices get too raised.
Format: ACTION/PROSE/IAMBIC PENTAMETER/LIMERICK
This log is: open
Location: Classroom D7
Summary: It's politics class! Today we're having group discussions about the disadvantages of constitutional monarchy. Or what you're having for lunch, either one.
Warnings: to be added
The tables seat six apiece and are scattered around the room with enough space to walk between them easily. There are textbooks and notes on every table relevant to the debate, although the information tends to vary wildly on what world and timeline it's purportedly from.]
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There once was a prince saving princesses
found by one and all most impressive
but his sister, a witchling
could not do the "saved" thing
so instead he indulged in his excesses
the young witchling he put to the test
with her powers he controlled the rest
made a duelling arena
and held forth from his beamer
and at night there was fear and incest
seeing this, a young girl in a rage
vowed to break the witchling from her cage
witch's prince she'd become
sword gleaming like the sun
but alas, just a blade through her ribcage
And that's what happened! Did ya know? Did ya know?
Utena looked pale through the whole discussion. Unpleasant, half remembered, half mythical memories were stirring and bubbling within her.
"Nobles...can become corrupt. Then...bad things happen."
no subject
no subject
Utena almost shook as she forced the words out.
no subject
"Utena, what's wrong?"
no subject
And then she made a low sound of pain and clutched at a spot on her stomach, between two ribs. She toppled from her chair, unconscious but with her hand still over the spot, which corresponded to the patched and sewn together part of her uniform.
oshi
"Miss, over he--" but the teacher had already stood up, walking over with a crisp step.
"The infirmary, I feel," she said, calm and straight-faced. "If we could have some volunteers to take Ms. Tenjou there?"