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Characters: AU!Ishimaru Kiyotaka and YOU!
Setting: room 4-18, dormitories, and the library
Format: action prefered but I can match what I'm given!
Summary: Ishimaru investigates his new surroundings and leaves an ominous note for his OU counterpart
Warnings: This Ishimaru is kind of a general walking warning label

Room 4-18, morning
[What confuses Ishimaru the most upon waking is less being in an unfamiliar place and more that he's even awake at all. He dimly recalls dying... perhaps this place was hell? When he's able to move, he gets up, surveying the room as well as himself. Spotting the letters, he skims over both. If what they say is true, perhaps he isn't dead after all? Regardless, he is dissatisfied with the jumpsuit he's currently wearing, he investigates the trunk at the foot of his bed, finding, to his relief, his usual uniform. He changes immediately, though he pauses before choosing the disciplinary committee armband rather than the "despair" one. Might was well play it safe at this point before he can investigate further. Which, after sliding his sword through his belt, and grabbing the spiral bound notebook, both found in his chest, is exactly what he sets out to do.]

Dormitories, particularly outside Room 2-04
[He starts with the immediate vicinity, walking up and down the halls of the dorms in an orderly, almost patrol-like fashion, glancing at the names printed on the doors... He spots quite a few familiar names... including a few that should have been dead long ago. He doesn't bother them yet, but he does jot down their name, roommates, and room numbers in his notebook. Even more concerning is when he reaches a door bearing his own name. Two doors down from Oowada, even. The room assignments seemed random but... Could it actually be Mukuro? He was dead, but so was Maizono and Fujisaki, and he'd seen their names on other doors as well.

He stands there for a good minute, considering his course of action. No one else would have reason to impersonate him, would they? Even so, it might be unwise to leave a note addressed as such, he might need Mukuro to stay undercover and one of his roommates might find the note before him. He makes his decision, and slides a piece of paper under the door with the simple message of;

To the one calling himself "Ishimaru Kiyotaka",
One of the residents of room 4-18 would like to speak with you.

Satisfied, he continues on his investigation.]

Library
[This continues until he reaches the library, which he is quite glad to find. Deciding he'd done enough investigation of the tower itself for one day, he allows himself to make a thorough investigation of the library itself, and one could find him with his note in various books for most of the rest of the day.]

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[He waves the smoke out of his face. He's not impressed with your crude behavior, Lancer!]

If you don't do as I say, I'll make you stop by force! And there will disciplinary action. This is your last warning.

Oh? By force?

[He takes a step forward and looms directly over the boy. Then, he blows one last puff of smoke into the boy's face.]

I'd like to see that.

[Now, if the boy had seriously told him how it was a problem and bothered him personally, Lancer might have stopped. But now he's a little curious over what this child can do.]

[Ishimaru looks up at the man, unmoved by his attempt to exert his masculinity by being aggressively confrontational.]

Get out of my face.

[He draws his sword, sheath and all, and aims a strike with it at his shins. It's certainly dodgeable, though given how close they are, there's considerably less time to react.]

[Lancer easily side-steps the blow.]

A little slow there, kid.

[He'd be disappointed if that was the only thing the kid had.]

[It seems that initial attack may have been some sort of test, as he unsheathes the sword, a standard Japanese katana, sliding the sheath back into his belt where it had been before.]

Aha, if you're so set on being a rulebreaker, I won't hold back!

I follow only my rules, kid!

[He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and shakes off the ashes. He then makes a beckoning gesture.]

I'll have you amend your set of rules, then!

[That's a completely legit course of action, right??

Anyway, not one to disappoint, he aims a quick upward slash at Lancer's chest.]

[Again he dodges, but this time, more narrowly than the first. It does slice some embers off of his cigarette.]

We'll see by how much.

[He'll let this kid get in one more hit before fighting back.]

[Ishimaru doesn't respond, turning his full attention towards trying to stab this guy in his stupid smug face.

He follows up his first strike with a step forward and another strike, flowing naturally from the first one. His form is precise and traditional, but there's an almost wild manic energy behind it.]

[This time, he only turns slightly as he reaches out to grab at the boy's sword arm before he can retract it. Compared to Ishimaru, Lancer's form is lazier and more free-style, but still quick and experienced.]

[However, the cigarette is a casualty of the maneuver. The thrusting sword stabs into it and pulls it out of Lancer's mouth.]

...You know, those things are expensive.

[His tone is pretty casual for a guy who almost got a sword in the face.]

[Monomaru frowns, attempting to pull his arm away. The demise of the cigarette is a small victory, though.]

And? What your vices cost you isn't my problem.

[Lancer loosens his grasp enough to let the boy pull away.]

You do know I'm gonna have to light up another one now that you got rid of the first.

[In other words, more smoke in the library.]

[As soon as he gets loose, Ishimaru takes a step back, his sword still pointed at the man.]

I'll keep getting rid of them until there aren't any left. You won't smoke in here.

A nice boast. Then, what if I came in here and smoked every day? You gonna catch me every day?

I would. Punishments are escalated for repeat offenders, though.

[A moment of silence, and then he chuckles.]

Nice spirit, kid.

[Ishimaru fails to see whats so funny here!]

I wouldn't be worthy of the title "Super High School Level Hall Monitor" if I just gave up on disciplining rule breakers!

Super High School Level? You actually have a fancy title?

Ah, it's because of my school, Hope's Peak Academy. They only accept students who are considered to be "super high school level" in their area of expertize.

So you go to an elite school?

[He nods.]

Never thought I'd meet a kid like you in the modern day.

[It reminds him of his own youth. Only, this child is more serious.]

[Ishimaru hasn't lowered his guard, despite the subject change. He's certainly fine with this discussion, but he doesn't like or trust this man.]

What do you mean by that?

Ah, most kids now are pretty boring. They all go to the same school like the same quiet stuff. And their standards are really different from my time as well. Pretty hard to catch a kid who not only has elite training, but spirit as well.

[Most of the so-called "elites" of this time were just overly arrogant douchebags with no way to back up their bluster.]

[Now see, generally back in his normal school days, Ishimaru was near unanimously considered to be the straightlaced no-fun boring guy. So for this man to suggest that he's the interesting one... well, he can't help but laugh.]

That's quite an interesting opinion you have. But the only martial arts training I've ever received was from my grandfather. My brother is the one with elite training.

Your brother, huh? Is he here?

[Lancer wants to fight him if he was.]

So if you're not an elite soldier, then what are you? Just a Hall Monitor?

I'm not sure yet! He might be, I'm still looking into it.

[Now I'm picturing Lancer trying to fight regular Ishimaru.]

But yes, that's right! That's why it's my job to enforce rules and order.