When things go BOOM! (Morning)

[milo]

There was something about hosting Lessons that made Milo happy. He could never quite figure out what it was, but to be frank, it didn't bother him an awful lot either. He got to blow things up, what more of an excuse to get excited did he need?

For most people, it was way too early for smiles and friendly faces; however, the prospect of this day had Milo beaming like the sun, zipping around the school on his priced Segway before heading to his class in order to set it up for it's ordeals of the day. For the first time this year he was taking on a different set of Students; he'd seen one class for two years, and there's only so much crazy a certain group of people can throw at you for so long before they get a little boring.

Apparently that was a legitimate reason to start a new group of students.

The front desk was littered with many numerable small tubs, most of which contained some form of pride and joy that the teacher kept, a couple dozen chemical vials, a large bowl of water and a plastic screen in front of said water bowl. Any one who knew anything about Chemistry would know at least three things that might now be inside the tubs on the desk, and anyone who knew the teacher well enough would probably start to fear for the interior of the class. Given that fact it was still standing in one piece, however, one cold only assume he would be relatively safe.

The Bell rang for the start of class, and Milo stood expectantly by the door for the small group of students to wander in. Written on the chalk board in bold, scribbled hand writing was;

BOOM
Welcome to Chemistry Class!
~Feel free to take a book!.

...

or not.

It seemed that the Professor knew his audience too well. Forcing Shibusen Kids to do anything they didn't want to, normally ended in bad things. Even if it was just a note book, some students were just that crazy, it seemed, and Milo was just about prepared for anything. After all, the supply closet was just next to the chalk board...

[Rick Fader]

Today was finally the day. After what felt like an eternity waiting, chemistry class was starting up. When Rick found out that sign ups for the new semester had just popped up, the first thing he did was sign up for chemistry. He had three years to get this class out of the way, considering his father had taught him everything he wanted or needed to know about chemistry. The reason he didn’t sign up for this class until now was because he felt like he had to get classes he deemed more important out of the way first. Now that he felt confident enough in the “vital” classes he had completed, he was ready to get onto the fun stuff, blowing shit up.

At six o’clock, Rick rolled out of bed, hitting the floor in the process. Once out of his sweat suit, he quickly jumped in the shower. The familiar sound of cackling electricity filled the otherwise silent room. The smell of burning filled the air around the apartment as Rick’s body was cleansed by the shower water. Body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and black spots all hit the ground in the process of Rick’s morning ritual. After shutting off the water, all that was left was the electricity dancing off his body. The demon chair dried off with the nearby towel on the rack. Once that was over with, his usual morning rituals resumed, getting dressed, eating a bowel of cereal for breakfast, then brushing his teeth to clean the residue off.

With his preparations complete, Rick bolted out the door, locking the apartment before rushing down the stairs towards the exit. One of his neighbors in the lobby noticed Rick’s smile. But unlike the usual smiles which signified murderous or mischievous intent, this one was one of genuine happiness. But then, this was the class that involved blowing shit up, one of Rick’s favorite pastimes aside from baseball and murder. And besides, unlike middle school, this wasn’t some boring class with some asshole droning on until Rick passed out, this was Milo Fletcher, a Death Scythe who was into explosives himself.

With plenty of time to get to Shibusen, the Demon Chair walked on towards the school. Garbed in a hoodie, a yellow and gray t-shirt, a pair of fingerless black gloves, his usual pair of blue jeans, and his pair of boots, the blue-haired teenager cheerfully walked on. Along the way, he passed several groups of students, some of them looking serious and ready for the day, some of them looking depressed about another day in school. Every one of them were in school uniform, the one that for reasons Rick would like to know, wasn’t even mandatory.

Eventually, the Demon Chair made it, approaching the classroom that Professor Fletcher was occupying. As Rick entered the room, he noticed that he was the first to have made it in. “Oh hells to the yes!”, thought Rick, happy to have started out his semester not only in the class he was looking forward to, but also being the first to enter. “Mornin’ professor!”, greeted Rick cheerfully. His hands transformed into the pair of straps that were used to restrain prisoners condemned to the electric chair. He then extended one of the six foot long straps, and used it to grab one of the books before transforming his hands back to normal, then taking a seat. He sat his book bag under the area he occupied.