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Breathless. Painful. Weary. Blissful. She sped along the track her short cropped blue-black hair slick with sweat. Each extension of her long and powerful legs burned with pleasant exertion. Her skin was red and her cheeks warm as she ran herself into a false fever letting her mind haze over as she focused on just running. Running fast, and hard. Running without rest. Her muscles throbbed and screamed at her but this was not a woman willing to listen. In fact the joyful light in her serious forest green eyes told of a woman pleased with the strain she inflicted on herself. She wanted to become better by her own means.

A dull beep rang out. Incessant, it continued until Flite was forced from her zen like mind state and had to look down at the beeping monitor on her wrist warning her that she had been running long enough, that her 2 hour morning exercise was over. Two more laps at an easier pace settled her heart and released the strain of her morning ritual. She rubbed a rough hand through soaked hair pulling back her unruly spikes but also sending beads of sweat down her face. Slow drips moved over deep scars before falling from her chin or disappearing down her neck and into a sweat dampened white tank top.

It was only 7am on a Saturday morning. The sun had not even truly begun to warm the cool night air. The Shibusen campus was a much quieter place so early on a weekend morning. Extracurricular activities, classes and clubs would likely begin to file in soon. Pressing a towel to her face and settling it around her neck Flite walked into Shibusen to seek out the woman’s shower room. She would hopefully get cleaned up before poking around campus to see if there was something she should join in on.

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Have fun figuring out why your character is at Shibusen on an early Saturday. Make-up classes? Club activities? Studying? Training? Maybe Stein stitched them to their desk for sleeping in class? I'm sure there would be a few teachers milling about or running activities as well so teachers feel free to join as well!
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Bo had found a mop. He often went into the women's wash rooms, but unlike his other male friends, it was not in order to perve, or out of a childish curiosity. He had a nobler purpose – to clean. Bo liked the weekend the best of all the school days, because the school was generally free from students. Not only that but no one expected him to be in classes, meaning that it was a time of respite. No one was making messes, and no one had anything against him cleaning the pre-existing messes up. With a certain amount of joy the teen had come to school very early to begin his weekend clean-a-thon.

Already Bo had scrubbed out most of the accumulated grime and mould in the showers, and now he was sealing the deal with a thorough mopping. Working hard in one of the stalls, the boy was too preoccupied with his task to hear Flite enter. He continued at his work, silently and efficiently cleaning the tiles. After a moment or two the teen finally realised he was no longer alone. Curiously he poked his head out from the shower area to stare at the girl balefully, as if she were the one trespassing in forbidden territory.

“Uh, I'm cleaning in here you know.”

Said Bo, with a tone of accusation in his voice. He had no real awareness of a transgression other than Flite's on his cleaning territory, both in terms of space and time. The boy stood, hands on hips, looking anything but a cleaner. His clothes were scruffy and ill fitting, and his roughly cut blonde hair was a mess as usual. Like Bo (and many other long standing Shibusen students) Flite's face was scarred, along with a goodly portion of the rest of her body. She was similar to Bo in that she had green eyes and a tanned skin, although the cleaning meister's was naturally dark, while Flite's face and shoulders seemed tanned from outdoor activities. The only evidence that might support Bo's story was the mop which lay hidden from sight in the stall, while the dark skinned meister stared Flite down.
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Flite entered the woman’s locker room. She rummaged through her locker a moment to retrieve a clean towel and a change of clothes as well as her shower supplies. It had not occurred to her that someone…a male someone to be precise, would be cleaning the showers.

Clink. The chains of her control pulled taunt as she faced the roughly dressed…janitor? She cast a neutral face neither shocked nor happy to have company. She had to maintain control and act rationally. It was not as if she were indecent yet. “I can see that you are cleaning, but you must also see that I am in need of a shower” Her voice was controlled, almost blunt and sharp sounding. She needed a shower, there were streaks of salty dried sweat beginning to appear as her skin cooled down and the water evaporated. Above all else though…she reeked and though she was not by any standard a girly girl she was also not a slob who went around without bathing

“May I suggest a compromise? How about I take the shower on the end, I’ll wash up quickly so that once you have mopped the other stalls out mine will be free once more?” She offered by way of compromise and stepped past Bo on her way to the shower stall at the very end. Normally she would place her clothing on a bench outside her stall but she thought better of this and hung her clothes and towel within reach and eyesight but out of the shower spray’s range. It didn’t seem like Flite had any issue with a male in the change room so long as he was not performing any lewd acts or acting in an indecent manner.

“ Tell me when you are a few stalls away.” Her voice asked over the din of falling water. Steam rose from her shower stall as she quickly showered off.
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“May I suggest a compromise? How about I take the shower on the end, I’ll wash up quickly so that once you have mopped the other stalls out mine will be free once more?”

Bo frowned, feeling put out. Mopping would have to be the fastest of all the activities – it was the last thing he had to do, but no doubt when this girl was finished her shower there would be fresh soap suds that would develop into a thin layer of grime (when the calcium cations from the hard water combined with the soap – not that Bo was aware of the chemical composition of the messes he cleaned up) if not cleaned away. Before Bo could make his case however, the girl had already efficiently moved away to begin her shower. Grumbling quietly to himself Bo walked back to the stalls he'd already cleaned.

“ Tell me when you are a few stalls away.”

called the girl blithely.

“I'm more than a few stalls away. Uh while you're in there could you please try not to get... you know soap all over everything?”

The meister could have chewed through the handle of his mop with frustration – just knowing that all his hard work was being undone. Very few people realised the extent of the physical effort that went into cleaning – it was almost a workout in itself, especially when it came to hard to reach places, and difficult to remove stains. The teen was trying to maintain an acceptable level of calm when a small group of girls walked into the area. They were laughing and tittering amongst themselves, but more importantly they were getting changed. Bo was dumbstruck – why were there so many people at school on a Saturday? It was no wonder everything was always messy again when he came back on a Monday.

Although the teen had a mop in hand, and was therefore clearly a janitor of some variety, the girls were quick to usher him out. Turfed out of the wash rooms, and irritated by the lack of respect the girls had been showing his cleaning efforts, Bo sulkily moved away from the bathrooms. He grabbed a handful of blue toilet stones – of the kind that are placed in the cistern of the toilet, and turns the water blue - from a nearby cleaning closet. He'd teach those girls the value of cleanliness if it was the last thing he did.

Stealthily, Bo snuck back into the washroom. The girls were congregating around a section of benches that sat between the shower stalls and the basins and mirrors. Most of them were changing out of sport clothes, while others were washing dusty hands off in the basin and the like. Bo winced, seeing that the still damp floor of the bathroom, combined with the dirt on the girl's shoes, was creating a muddy ungodly mess. Taking the first opportunity presented, Bo slipped past the group and into the first stall. He unscrewed the shower head, placed a section of crumbled blue toilet stone into it, and then screwed it back on again. Climbing over the divide, he repeated the procedure in the next shower stall. If someone was bright and aware, they would quickly notice that someone was slipping from stall to stall, but the main group of girls were too busy talking amongst themselves, and Bo (Flite having slipped his mind) felt assured that no one would notice his activities.
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Flite was practical. She did not need to spend a large quantity of time showering or treating herself with heavily perfumed soaps and lotion. A good lather from a white bar of soap and a coarsely textured cloth did the trick. She even lathered her hair with bar soap which explained on some level the erratic and stiff spikes it tended to develop.

“I'm more than a few stalls away. Uh while you're in there could you please try not to get... you know soap all over everything?

She heard the strange janitor over the din of the shower. She had soap on herself and obviously on the tiled floor but as far as she could see it had not pervaded the walls. In any case it sounded like she should finish and she rinsed herself off spending a moment to redirect the shower’s spray to ensure the soap drained and was rinsed down the drain properly before turning off the water. She toweled off and quickly dressed. By this time she heard giggles from other girls and assumed the janitor would have left.

She did not expect to see the janitor lurking around the showers…doing something. She watched him, waiting to be noticed before speaking “I trust those will do no physical harm?” A single dark eyebrow raised in question as she noted the blue disks. It was not her place to stop a prank but she was responsible for seeing that others were not injured due to another’s foolish actions. It was her protective instinct she figured, to keep others safe from harm. “You are not the janitor are you? So you must be a student. “ It was less a question than it was a statement.

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Bo finished planting the toilet deodorant blocks without incident and slipped out of the door just as the attention of those in the washrooms started to turn towards showering. Feeling grimly accomplished, the teen turned to find the girl from before standing in his way, newly scrubbed face frowning fiercely with a sturdy stance and crossed arms.

“I trust those will do no physical harm?”

Bo scowled right back at her.

“Of course not, but it will give them a shock, and they will smell like a toilet.”

The meister put his hands on his hips as if daring the scarred girl to tell him off for the prank. She continued frowning in disapproval.

You are not the janitor are you? So you must be a student

Bo shrugged non-committally. He'd never claimed to be a janitor, but it was a mistake that plenty of people made. In a way it was a compliment and the teen did nothing to discourage other people from believing he was an official man of the (cleaning) cloth.

“I'm a meister – but I clean up around Shibusen, and I do a good job of it too! The best job of it you're likely to see.”

modesty was not in Bo's vocabulary, and indeed with his preternatural cleaning skills there was very little to be modest about. The teen sighed, losing some of his pomp as he glanced back at the bathroom. He'd spent so long on it and now it was a mess (and about to become even more messy). This was both unsatisfying and enraging.

“Nothing ever stays clean,” he remarked bitterly. “No one considers how much effort it is to make everything clean... that's why – you know – sometimes you have to teach them.”

At this point, there were outraged shrieks from the bathroom, and Bo grinned.

“Seeya, I'd get outta here if you don't want the blame~”

With that remark, the teen tossed the packet of remaining blue toilet deodorisers at Flite's chest, leaping away to escape the wrath of the girls he'd given blue-loo showers to. He didn't see whether the girl managed to catch the sanitisers or whether they merely bounced from her boyish bosom.

With a leap, Bo planted a foot on the bathroom's outside wall and launched himself up to grab the guttering of the roof. With the ease of practice the boy used his upper body strength to haul himself onto the roof, where he could watch the pandemonium below, while having an easy escape route at hand.
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“Seeya, I'd get outta here if you don't want the blame~”


Fl’ite stepped out of the way of the tossed blue disks but made no move to flee from the scene. She was not responsible and so had no need to run away. She had done no crime.
She cast her sharp green eyes upwards, pinpointing Bo, before turning back to the pandemonium as the girls continued to scream and fled the shower room. As Bo expected Fl’ite was accused for she had been the last one in the shower area and the disks were on the floor nearby.

As the girls ranted Flite remained calm, listening to them vent their shock and frustrations. She had several younger sisters and was used to dealing with accusations based on emotions.
“ Does my character suggest that I would engage in such childish actions? If I were the culprit, I would be a fool to stay behind. If you wish you may seek the collaborating evidence as to my personality from the several weapons and professors I have worked with.” She had a sharp tone, but she was not emotional or defensive. She had a hard logic to the way she spoke, that was to some intimidating.

“ I am at a loss as to whom the culprit is, but was there not someone else in the change room as I was showering? I heard you request someone to leave. Perhaps that person is the culprit. I suggest you shower again once the water runs clear, change your clothes and report this incident to a professor . Take those disks as evidence. “ she titled her head towards the disks on the floor. “If you still wish to accuse me with no direct evidence as to your claims use my name Flite Nite. I have nothing to hide from” With that she turned and walked away, leaving the girl’s to decide what they wished to do. She glanced upwards from the corner of her eyes towards Bo. She could have directly said he was the culprit but had chosen not to.
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*bonk* *bonk* *bonk*

the gentle thumping sound wasn't noticed by those below who had better things to do, like gathering up the blue-loo and talking about how they were going to report this dastardly crime to one of the professors. Not-so-high above them Bo was lying with his head against the roof and was slowly smacking at it with his fist.

' stupid stupid stupid '

He really hadn't considered that the girls might report the incident, and now he could only hope that they didn't report it to Alexander. The portly Russian teacher was both the best one Bo had ever had and the worst. With his practical method of training Alexander had brought Bo far as a meister. The only trouble being that Alexander was extremely fond of punishment. Bo suspected his philosophy was 'punish first, ask questions later' and if the wrong person got punished? Oh well they'd probably done something to deserve it anyway. The last time Alexander had saw fit to punish Bo for a prank it had started with being chased by a classroom of bloodthirsty Shibusen students, continued into being shoved into a staffroom closet for the rest of the day and culminated in being forced to run through some kind of painful, trap filled maze to try to diffuse a bomb at the other end.

Breathing in deeply through his nose to calm himself, Bo glanced up to see the girls had disappeared. He let out his breath as a sigh of regret; if nothing else Alexander would surely be disappointed that Bo had been caught out. The teen slithered stealthily down from the rooftop wondering at how the girl from before – Flite she'd said her name was – hadn't ratted him out. What with a team of angry smelly girls bearing down on her, it would have been a much easier option than risking the possibility of having to explain her case to a professor later on.

" Well I want to know how that Flite girl knew there were blue disks in the showers! I mean she was supposedly standing outside, so she shouldn't have known."

hissed one girl angrily. Some of the others agreed with her while another complained that Flite must have waited outside to hear what happened, because she had left long before any of the girls started showering. The teen paused, tilting his head slightly to catch more of the conversation. It sounded like Flite would have to rat him out or bear the brunt of unfair justice – or possibly both as she hadn't warned the girls of an impending blu-loo shower when she'd had the chance. That was not acceptable - Bo couldn't stand the idea that Flite may get in trouble for keeping her mouth shut - she'd not ratted him out after all when she could have. Bo leapt into the washrooms, dramatically standing with his legs wider than technically necessary. If he'd had a cape it would have been flapping dramatically at this point,

" I am the terror that lurks in the bathroom! I am the Janitor that puts blu-loo in your shower-heads! IN THE NAME OF CLEANING! "

as one the female heads turned in shock to glare at Bo, who quickly realised that it was probably a good time to flee. Of course the girls (who were still dressed) gave chase. Being Shibusen students they were all in moderately good shape (although generally speaking the meisters more-so than the weapons) making it difficult for Bo to escape. Bo was built for speed and manoeuvrability, not cross country. He hared away, bounding over obstacles without losing momentum, but relatively soon he started to tire, and slowly but surely the rest of the group started catching up.

One wiry dark skinned meister zipped past Flite, yelling

" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB! "

followed quickly by a mess of angry female students. One of them had a bright idea, and willed their partner to turn into weapon form. The weapon was then thrown at their adversary – the spear (for that is what it was) sailed over Bo's head, transforming as it went until the weapon was back in human form and standing in front of the boy. Surprised Bo dodged as the girl lunged, losing precious distance between himself and the mob with the manoeuvre. Bo was heading toward one of the main buildings hoping to climb his way to safety, but alas he quickly realised he wasn't going to make it. One of the girls dived, catching at Bo's foot and tripping him up. The teen went sprawling with a light -oof- as his breath left him.

Not waiting for The Terror the Lurks in the Bathroom to gain his feet, the rest of the mob closed in.

" Don't touch me witches! "

shouted Bo, struggling furiously. He didn't want the awful blu-loo hands to come near him. The mess would be horrific.

" Keep your grotty hands to yourself! "

he cried, twisting in the grasp of several (justifiably) angry weapons and meisters.

" Oh yeah! I guess we have made you a bit dirty with our dirty hands – How about we fix you up with a shower? "

snarled one. Bo was about to accept this kind offer before he realised what they actually meant. Quickly a plan was formed, and people were sent to get a bucket, a hose and the blu-loo disks. Meanwhile a weapon/meister pair kept Bo from fleeing and the boy howled with anger at the impropriety of the whole situation.

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Flite heard the running meister before she saw him. It was not easy after all to ignore someone yelling

" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB! "

While being chased by a succession of shrieking and clearly angered females. It reminded Flite of her younger sisters and how they often pursued someone recklessly in their anger. Flite had much more control, and the chains of her soul clinked and pulled ever tighter as the female students also rushed past.

The strategy was impressive. Sending a weapon ahead in weapon form thereby taking advantage of the weapons unique attributes to catch up with Bo who clearly had the benefit of high speed and a head start. The 6 foot 2 Meister continued walking and approached the scene with her face set in stone. The scars across her sharp featured face, her height, and her clearly athletic build lent her an intimidating presence.

She paused and narrowed her forest green eyes on the females. “You are angered and acting like foolish children. If you wish to seek revenge then do so as honorable and respectable Shibusen students. Challenge him to a duel, or are you so infantile that you yourselves would participate in the same child-like antics you claim he is responsible for?” There was something to her tone, authority and cold logic. She was countering emotion with logic and control. By calling them children and acting as an adult Flite was setting an example. She was challenging the girls to prove her wrong which would in turn force them to act more mature. It was a clever bit of subtle manipulation honed by being the eldest of the 7 Nite sisters.

“ If you seek justice rather than revenge then do not play the vigilante. Justice must be achieved through the determined authority. It is the judge in this case the professor or staff member that should act as judge and determine appropriate punishment for a crime if it is proven truthful.” She offered a calloused but clean hand to Bo, hoping he would take it and stand up.

“Remember also that it is revenge that acts as a seed, which fosters hate and insanity. Revenge has created many kishin- eggs, do you as Meisters and weapons truly wish to nurture within yourselves a seed of insanity, hatred, and evil? Or will you abolish such dark nutrients and make yourselves barren to negativity by using justice and a just course of action instead?” If she were not a Meister Flite might have made an excellent lawyer.

What she suggested next hopefully would have the girls backing down "I believe I saw Dr. Stein and professor Alexander they looked quite busy but I'm sure disturbing them to fix this small problem won't anger them too much" It was a gamble of sorts. Did these girls feel brave enough to disturb Stein or Alexander? Would they risk angering or annoying either of those two infamous professors for the sake of a harmless practical joke?
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At first the girls who were sitting on Bo to keep him grounded were too shocked at being told off to respond to Flite's firm admonishment. Quickly, however their self-righteous anger took control of their mouths, and the weapon/meister duo raged that Bo had already admitted to doing the deed and that it was none of Flite's business what they did or didn't do with the reprobate. Flite seemed distinctly uninterested in their childish banter and continued on in a firm, matter-of-fact voice, telling the upset teens that they should find a member of staff to mete out justice, rather than taking it into their own hands.

By this point most of the other girls had arrived on the scene, carrying the necessary equipment for an impromptu blu-loo wash. Feeling like they were the unfair butt of disapproval, the weapon meister duo quickly got off Bo, releasing him, and joined their similarly angered peers where they were more likely to find support for their brash actions.

" what's going on? "

demanded the girl with the bucket. She looked particularly angry. While her friends filled her in on what Flite had been telling them, Flite herself offered Bo a hand up. Gratefully the teen accepted her calloused hand with his – it was perhaps the only person who he'd encountered who had skin as thick as his own on their palm.

" Ah thanks... I thought I was gonna get crushed to death – those girls weigh a ton! "

confided Bo earnestly, although perhaps more than a little thoughtlessly. The girls in question shrieked in outrage upon hearing such a hideous insult, crying that they were not 'fat' and 'how dare he'. Bo turned to face the mob, brushing his front down somewhat obsessively and wondering what he'd done to provoke them this time. Flite hastily interceded, adding a few wiser words to the mix. Thankfully her speech seemed to quieten the angry students, although it did not pacify them, and it was clear that their anger was barely restrained.

" I believe I saw Dr. Stein and professor Alexander

Alexander

Alexander

Alexander
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at the mention of Alexander Bo lost the rest of the conversation. Cold dread trickled down his body, and his face spoke volumes of how displeased he was to hear the name mentioned. For a moment all was silent, until one girl snarled,

" FINE! Not that it's any of your business! Pretending to be all high and mighty! I'll go and get professor Stein, see if I don't!” "

she threw down her bucket and stormed off. Bo could have melted with relief. Professor Stein! Thank Shinigami. Some of the other girls were not as pleased with the prospect of irritating the infamous Dr, and quickly they slunk away in the direction of the bathrooms. Finally there were only three girls left, two of which were the weapon/meister team who felt Bo had called them fat.

It just so happened that Stein was close by, but he was rather busy. He viewed the flustered girl before him with a level of disinterest previously perfected only by cows, and other slow grazing beasts.

" I'm a little busy right now "

The professor's glasses glinted as he slowly transferred his gaze from the student in front of him to the group gathered out on one of the playing fields. Quickly he picked out a tall boyish looking girl who he recognised as being something of an exemplary student. Couldn't hold down a partner, which was trouble, but she was upright and dependable enough for his purposes. Snatching a pen and scrap of paper from a small pocket notebook, Stein wrote a quick note and signed it. He handed it to the girl,

"Listen if you want a duel, that's fine, but I really am busy. I've written a note of permission there though – that girl, can you see her?” " Stein pointed at Flite, " She can act as the referee for the match. You're lucky she was nearby to help. "

With a vacant smile Stein turned and left. It would be interesting to see how Flite dealt with the responsibility of refereeing a match between students. Stein was well aware that the girl was at times overly protective, but as a referee she would have to stand by while other students hurt each other, and Stein was greatly interested to see if she which side would win out – the logical rule following side, or the more protective side.

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The girl was furious to hear Flite would be the referee, but having already made such a point to Stein that the battle must take place, she was bound to conduct it, even though it would hurt her pride to admit that Flite had the power of judgement over the coming altercation.
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