<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br/>Nori's face only became more uncharacteristically stolid as the nervous announcement was relayed over the intercom.  For a moment he looked a bit uncertain, but only for a moment.  It was rather odd that someone that seemed so scatterbrained most of the time would be the one to take charge in a situation like this, but there had always been unusual rumors concerning his rather unusual lineage.  Whatever the reason, it was clear that sitting around wasn't something he could tolerate.<br/><br/><strong>"Come now, Tama-chan!"</strong>he said sweetly with a wide smile, his old demeanor briefly returning as if to reassure the younger girl.<strong>"It won't do any good for us to sit here in this stuffy old classroom if there's trouble afoot!  I think it would be best if we had a look around, and if things are getting a bit dangerous I'll take you back home to your parents.  Is that alright?"</strong><br/><br/>Clearly it wasn't a question, because he immediately clutched Tamara's slender wrist in his hand and tugged her out of the classroom.  A few others in the room seemed to follow his lead, albeit hesitantly, but at least three refused to budge from their seats in spite of their obvious confusion.  The atmosphere out in the halls was laced with tension as students wandered aimlessly about, chatting in hushed tones.  Most of them didn't seem to notice it, but just at the edge of hearing Nori could just barely make out a terrible noise...screaming.<br/><br/><strong>"What is going on..."</strong>he muttered, his free hand reaching protectively towards his purse.<strong>"Terrorism?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: Kasumi's Homeroom</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br/>Natsu didn't even have time to reprimand Kasumi for his lack of drive before the speakers crackled to life and issued their instructions.  She joined the upperclassmen at the window and arched a brow.  A growing horde of people were clamoring at the gate, and it didn't seem as though the metal bars would be able to hold much longer under that much human weight.<br/><br/><strong>"The fuck?"</strong>she cursed, in typical unladylike fashion.<strong>"Is this some sort of attack?"</strong><br/><br/>Clearly a certain crossdresser wasn't the only one that didn't like the idea of sitting around in this kind of situation, because Natsu immediately turned on her heel and marched towards the door.  She turned back to Kasumi almost as an afterthought.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, you comin'?  I know it's not in your nature to do anything but sit around these days,"</strong>she started, just a little sharply,<strong>"But like hell I'm gonna sit in a chair while there's a bunch of nutsos trying to force their way into the school.  I'm gonna pick up my stuff from the Kendo Club before shit gets any hairier.  You in?"</strong>