Chapter 553: Queue the music...
"You told him!?" Brooklyn all but screams as she catches up to Lillith after class, slamming her into the hallway wall.
"Yeah, I did! That's what you wanted wasn't it? For me to stay away from him!?"
Brooklyn grits her teeth, "He broke up with me because of what you said you stupid idiot!"
Lillith snorts, "Good, not even a drug addict on the street would like you!"
*Thud!*
Brooklyn punches Lillith in the side of her head, but Lillith hits back with a kick. This quickly devolves into an all-out fist fight in the middle of school. Other students gather and watch, and it lasts four minutes before some teachers finally break it up, dragging both of them to the principles office and calling their parents...
"Miss Hunt, we've tried to call your parents but they are unavailable, do you have anyone else we can contact?"
Lillith shakes her head, instantly dismissing Michael as a viable option.
"Ah, Miss Polassi, we managed to speak to someone from the home number. Her big brother apparently?"
"Big brother? Didn't he... Get into an accident?"
"I think so, but this must be someone else... A young uncle maybe?"
They shake their head, "He'll be here soon, along with the Richardsons."
They leave a quickly paling Lillith in the room, the girl anxiously thinking over what her brother's reaction to this all would be...
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Michael arrives at the school alone after setting up Skyrim for Tiffania, Saya, and Megumin to play. He jovially greets the teacher and is led into the principles room where Lillith, Brooklyn, and Brooklyn's parents await, along with the Principle.
Lillith's face was bruised and her lip was cut, not to mention her straggly hair that had gum thickly smeared through it, a nightmare scenario for any young girl.
Brooklyn was also bruised, but not as extensively. She'd come out the better from this fight, probably having experience due to her bitch-personality.
Her parents looked remarkably different however, a friendly African American couple who sat closely to Brooklyn and held hands with slight smiles on their faces.
Lastly, Michael focuses on the Principle, a fat pock-marked woman with colourful hair and nails, as if used to replace the need for a personality... He could already guess her opinion on most things, 'Fatphobia is as bad a racism', 'Being white is racist', and 'Socialism is the solution to all the world's problems.'
Shaking his head, he sits beside Lillith and rests a hand on the back of her chair, "You alright? Maybe I should've shown you how to throw a punch before sending you off to school." he remarks, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.
Lillith scowls, "I would've won if she hadn't sucker-punched me. A coward like always." she says, and is somewhat surprised that Brooklyn doesn't immediately respond.
"That isn't necessary Lilliuth, Mr Hunt, hopefully we will solve this before it can go any further."
Michael shrugs, "What's there to solve? My sister is being bullied, expel the bully and let's get on with our lives."
"No, our little girl tell us it's your sister that's bullying her." Mr Richardson politely objects, and Brooklyn sends a smug smile at Lillith, almost causing another fight.
"Yeah? What about this gum in her hair? Are you going to tell me Lillith did this to herself?" Michael asks, pulling into view a gummy strand of blond hair.
"Now, now. I believe both girls are at fault for this. A fight in the middle of school is and will never be acceptable here." she looks to Lillith, "If you are being bullied you should inform a teacher and our staff will deal with it. We are very serious about this topic, and have clamped down on it after we learned of Miss Lillith's late brother's struggles."
Michael crooks a brow at that, "Oh yeah? How did you deal with those bullies then? They made his life a living hell from what I heard."
The Principle nods, "We made their parents aware of their actions and made them attend anti-bullying lectures for the rest of the time here."
. . .
"Mr Hunt?"
"Sorry, I was just overwhelmed..." he states.
"Why thank you, we take the wellbeing of our stud-"
"Overwhelmed by how fucking stupid you have to be to believe that would do anything at all!" he exclaims, shocking the occupants at his harsh language.
"Mr Hunt! Restrain your language or I'll have to ask you to leave!"
"Oh yeah? The only solace you gave to a dead boy was annoying his tormentors for however long they had left in this shit school!"
"That's it, I have to ask you to leave, I'll continue this meeting without you." she firmly states while pointing at the door.
"Fuck you, you fat hippo-looking bitch! How dare you tell me what to do!? My sister gets bullied by this little cunt and you have the nerve to act like you have the high ground!?"
"Hey! Don't you talk to my daughter like that!" Mr Richardson angrily shouts as he gets to his feet despite the protestations of his wife.
"Your daughter's a piece of shit, maybe if you raised her better we wouldn't be having this conversation!"
"That's it!" the man growls as he throws a bunch, which is caught by Michael...
*CRACK!*
"AAArrrggh! My goddamn, motherfuckin' hand!"
He clenches his fist and crumbles all the bones in the man's hand, then sends a headbutt that shatters his nose and sends him sprawling atop his wife and daughter.
"I'm calling the police! SECURITY!"
"Bro no! Stop!" Lillith wraps herself around his hip, trying to stop him from pummeling the regular humans.
Michael pries her off of himself and looms over the Richardson family, "You bother my sister again and I'll fucking end you! Do you understand!? I said DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME!?"
*Crash!*
The door to the room slams open and four on-sight security shuffle in and quickly surround Michael, who just gives a challenging grin in response...
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Chapter 554: Trashing
"Get your hands up and stay still or we'll have to be rough with you, boy!" a guard growls as he approaches, reaching for the cuffs on his belt.
"Bro, just stop! I won't let you leave again!" Lillith begs, almost sobbing at this point.
*Smack!*
*Thud!*
Michael punches the closest guard in the forehead, knocking him out instantly as he turns his attention to the others, "Fuckers. This school is shit, and the rest of your a facilitating it. You've got a good response time for guys letting my sister get bullied!" he says as he sends a kick at another, sending him crashing into the nearby wall, unconscious.
The Principle shrieks, not at the assault, but at her hanging diploma crashing to the ground and shattering.
"D-dad! Are you okay?" Brooklyn asks her father who was delicious from the concussion he'd just sustained.
"Uh, no we'll get that toy for you later sweetheart. It's almost Christmas..." he mumbles in response, clearly out of it as there were only halfway through the year...
*Clack!*
Another guard's head is whipped back as a chair slams into his forehead, courtesy of Michael. He glares at the last remaining one, "You want what they got mate!?"
...
"I don't get paid enough for this shit!" he shouts and runs straight out the door...
Michael lets out a long sigh and lets his anger peter out, afterwards realising just how much shit he might've put himself and Lillith... "Fuck... he turns to look at the other scared people in the room, "You know what, let's just fix this... Erase." he casts, erasing the memory of the Principle, the unconscious guards, and the Richardson parents, leaving only Brooklyn to remember what'd just happened.
"You touch Lillith against and I'll dismember your family." he growls towards the girl before picking up Lillith and taking her home.
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"Why did you do that!? You might have erased the memories of some, but that guard, Brooklyn, and the police will know something happened!" Lillith angrily asks.
"I lost my temper a little, you remember I had problems with bullying too? What that cow said ticked me off..."
"What do I do now though!? They'll know something was wrong!"
He shrugs, "Eh, it'll probably be fine. If all else fails you can just come with me to Skyrim... Speaking of which, let's get home and see how the others are doing."
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The warrior path seems like the best option, I think..." Tiffania says as the group looks at the respective skill trees, "More health means we can survive for longer..."
Megumin sniffs, "Wrong! Magic is always the answer! Why would you want to be a boring old warrior when you could use magic!?"
"Er, because we only have the Flames spell? A spell only taught to Novice mages who just started learning magic?" Saya drawls before pointing at something, "Logically, Stealth in this game doesn't work like it does in real life, so combine that with a bow and nothing could bother us..."
"A stealth archer?"
"Yeah, we could also avoid annoying fights if we want... Unless you want to go with the idiot's idea and be forced to constantly buy Magicka potions to do anything at all."
"Hey! I'm sure a few levels of Magicka and we'll be very strong!"
*Click!*
"You're all wrong! The correct path is to pick a strong Companion and let them do all the work!" Michael announces as he enters the room with a cross-looking Lillith at his side.
"Eh, they would work?" Megumin questions.
"I mean, the Companions are all 'Essential'... But I think this would only work on low difficulty..."
Tiffania sighs, "How did the meeting go? You looked ready to bring Derflinger with you..."
Lillith scoffs, "It wouldn't have changed anything if he had, He beat up everyone there then erased their memories of it... All except Brooklyn."
. . .
Michael looks away, "I... May have lost my temper slightly, but it's fine, no one died and Lillith's bully probably won't bother her again. A win-win for everyone involved."
"You shattered Mr Richard's nose and hand!"
"He fell down the stairs."
"And the security guards!?"
"Nerve gas. It's always Nerve gas, ask the Russians." he shrugs dismissively.
...
Lillith rubs her face, "Can someone help me get this gum out of my hair? I'll have to get a haircut otherwise..."
Saya nods and waves her hand, causing all the dirt, gum, and other uncleanly things on her to disappear.
"W-wait, you can do that!?" Lillith asks, baffled.
"Alteration magic. Pretty useful but doesn't replace a good soak. How about I get the bath ready for you?" Saya nods, her inner-Japanese showing.
Lillith smiles, "That would be great!"
The duo leave, allowing Tiffania to address Michael, or at least, try to.
"Look, no one died, and I didn't dismember the bully, things went well!"
"Only in comparison to what you usually would've done... Is this going to be a common thing, Michael? I thought when all the threats were gone we could be, I don't know, normal? But here in a peaceful world, you're still willing to butcher people who even slightly irritate you..."
"A threat's a threat. I'm not gonna stand around and twiddle my thumbs when I could be dealing with it... And half-measures only leave room for retaliation, if you're going to do anything, do it properly."
"That's not reasonable and you know it, Michael! Just, while we're in this world, please slow down, even a little... For me?"
...
"Fine, I doubt we'd be running into any more problems anyway..." he looks to the screen, "Hey, Megumin... You leveled up Destruction magic while no one was looking..." he notes as the explosion girl's cheeks redden under the criticism.
"I promise, this is the way correct choice!"
"I've played this game before, magic sucks ass..."
"No, you suck ass!"
"Nou"
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