<span style="font-size: 18px">HASHI TAKAHARA</span><br/><br/>From atop the roof of the main building in somewhat of a secluded spot, a young man was measuring the wind with one finger. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Hmph!</span></b>" He smiled brightly, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Headmistress thinks she can cage a man who knows what he's doing? Well, this will be IMMACULATE! She won't even consider that I broke her direct order to NOT do this~</span></b>" He breathed in the fresh air and placed both hands on the machine next to him. Looking on in pride, he patted the almost tank-like device, 12 or so large tubes pointed skyward, a single triggered grip and several buttons on a display before him. Gripping the handle, he pressed a few of the buttons, the machine humming to life as the green haired man laughed. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">I can only make weapons, huh? Well, with just a bit of tweaking of the shells, I can easily make...</span></b>" And he pulled the trigger, the sounds of loading shells heard quite loudly before the tubes ejected those garishly colored shells skyward, loud piercing noises ringing out as they exploded high above...in BRIGHT, COLORED FLASHES! "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">~FIREWORKS! HA!</span></b>" And the shells continued in a randomized patterns, various colors and shapes exploding high above, with a few displaying 'WELCOME!' every once in-awhile.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: 12px">Location: Roof of the Main Building<br/>
Company: Alone<br/>
Mood: Exuberant </span>​</div>