Demon Shinobi
Aspiring Demonic Mafia Ninja Pirate Dragon God
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FOLKLORE MEMBER
- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Action, Adventure, etc.
Generally, it's what I feel more in the mood for.
The school day was fast approaching its end. Tsumiki was sitting in class calmly jotting down a note or two. Perhaps it was about the lesson, but more than likely it had nothing to do with it. The teachers generally did things by the book. Sometimes they went further than necessary, but most off the time Tsumiki could more of less handle the teachings himself. That took about a quarter of the class. He wrote his notes. Mostly in case somebody needed them or something and the rest of the time he went over other important things in his head. His peerage, the chance of participating in a rating game, his family and many other things crossed his mind. He wrote it down.
"Mr. Grimmond. Please answer..."
"653." Tsumiki said simply, interrupting the teacher before he could finish. The teacher sighed and turned back to the bored. His goal had likely been to see if Tsumiki was paying attention and possibly give a slight hint of embarrassment to the teenager. But of course, that plan never worked out in this teacher or any of the others. The class chuckled quietly. It wasn't pursued by anyone though. And soon Tsumiki stood as the bell rang.
It was about time for a meeting with his peerage. Well more formally, it was time for a meeting of the Occult Research Club. Every school had one really. It was really just the easiest cover for the groups meetings. At least, that was what his Uncle Asmodeus told him. It was under his advisement that Tsumiki revitalized this school's Occult Research Club. It was simple really. Especially, when things were practically under his control. Well, his and the other devils residing in this school. It was as though it were a game to them all.
Tsumiki wished to change this. But for now, things were as they were. He was heading to the club house. A rundown two story building near the back of the school. Tsumiki with the help of some magic had remodeled it. While the outside looked like nothing more than an old abandoned school building, the inside was much more lavish. Made to temporarily house if need be. There were multiple simply rooms. Furniture, beds, running water, electricity, heat. It had been a simple task really. The main room was really all that ever got used. The others were precautionary.
Tsumiki entered the room. First, as always, he sat in an arm chair. As he looked out at the door, past the couches sitting on either side of him he smiled. His peerage would arrive soon enough. He was waiting for them, calm and level headed as always. "Always so late." He spoke to nobody with a small chuckle as he joked.