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[abhero]

Who: Emil and Russel
When: February 7th, during school
Where: LCHS
What: Emil is up to no good. Russel tries to stop him and gets caught up in the mess.
Warnings: Excessive stupidity


Building a potato gun wasn’t too hard. There were what, a million internet guides? And you could buy materials everywhere. Emil has dedicated the last few evenings to assembling one and he was rather pleased with the results. All that was left is testing it (don’t get him wrong, he loves water balloons as much as the next person but it’s time to branch out).

Instead of being in English class like he was supposed to, he sat on a table in the empty courtyard, looking over the masterpiece. Next to him was a bag full of different vegetables. It’s called potato gun, sure, but he mustn’t rule out yams or eggplants! This was a scientific experiment and Emil took it very seriously.

He loaded the gun with a potato, aimed and --

”Whoa!”

The projectile shot out and hit a trash can so hard it toppled over, garbage scattering everywhere. This is awesome, he didn’t expect it to go this far! Still, a few adjustments are needed, Emil had a feeling aiming it at people wouldn’t be so well received as water balloons. Maybe with a different projectile… he peeked inside the bag, trying to decide what vegetable is next.

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[abhero]

Crap. Emil had no idea what the other guy’s called. He tried to think of something while Russel was making his plea but he couldn’t come up with anything. Say they didn’t exchange names? No, obvious lie. Give a random name, get caught in a lie and claim the other guy gave a false name? Almost as bad.

But that’s all he’s got, so here goes...

“Emil Fiedler, tenth grade. And this guy...” he turned to Russel. The look on that bastard’s face - he expected to get away with it! Well, Emil wasn’t letting him go without a fight. He looked back at Karl.

“He’s a junior.” Emil was guessing, but Russel did say upperclassman. “And his name is Ra - “ He didn’t realize the mistake until it was too late; he still had the Echo in mind. "Raiel."

Damn, he just screwed himself over. But the show must go on - this was his version and he intended to stick to it.

[pianistofraielin]

Junior, how did he know!!! No wait it was just a lucky guess. He'd never be able to get Russel's name by guessing, still in the clear!

Except. Then Emil whipped his hero name out of nowhere?! How did he know that! Did he get an Echo out of this, too? And that was his hero name, someone like this guy saying it so matter of factly--!

Russel turned to snap at him, "You don't have the right to call me by that name!" Which...confirmed that it was a name he associated himself with, even though it wasn't his actual name.

[flamberge]

"Settle down." It was said harshly and left little to no room for argument. Not playing referee in a squabble between kids. Not even the police force paid enough for that.

Musing on how dealing with gangsters sometimes proved more enjoyable then teenagers can wait, though. For now, time to return to the topic at hand. Karl kept his eyes on Russel. "Your method in handling the situation lead to you being considered a troublemarker and with there being difficulty to prove otherwise." Noble as his intent had been, it resulted in this sticky situation.

All attention turned got turned to the second part of the sticky situation. Nice try with the supposed (and possibly unliked?) nickname, but it didn't fly. "And I require a full name, first and last, not whatever nickname you two may associate by."

[abhero]

Emil was so pleased to hear Russel snap. Looks like his little slip would pay off after all!

Then Karl had to ruin it by being reasonable. That teacher was completely impervious to buillshit and it was really pissing Emil off.

“But!” He protested. “Why isn’t that enough when he admitted? And I don’t know his full name ‘cause we didn’t exchange family names.”

Implying he knew Russel’s first name… which he didn’t.

[pianistofraielin]

Russel let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck and frowning down at the ground. Yeah, in retrospect trying to handle the situation himself had been a poor decision. Looking before he leaped was not exactly something he was good at, though.

Next time this happened, he was definitely going to get a teacher first. (He would probably forget this resolution by tomorrow.)

[flamberge]

One kid dealt with; on to go. All the protesting fell on deaf ears and Karl appeared entirely unmoved. Funny how all this complaining was because of the simplest possible question, "If you are as innocent as you claim, answering any questions, no matter how unnecessary, shouldn't prove problematic."

You know what, he'd make it even simpler. Anyone who even remotely knew anyone would at least know a first name. Either that or they were the stupidest criminals, err teenagers, ever. No one with half a brain picked a partner without at least determining if they would rat the other out. "A proper first name will suffice, unless you picked your partner in crime at random regardless of the possibility that a complete stranger could easily rat you out."

[abhero]

Emil’s shoulders dropped. There was really no way around this teacher.

“I dunno his first name, he goes by a nickname,” he said sourly. “But yeah maybe be that was too naive of me. I just trust people, you know? My biggest flaw.” He sighed and fell silent, not really expecting Karl to buy any of it anymore.

[pianistofraielin]

"I do not," he grumbled, though the protest was half-hearted at best. He'd already resigned himself to getting in trouble for this.

He did shoot Emil a nasty look for the 'too naive/trusting' remark, though. This was his first time ever meeting the guy and he could tell that was a load of bs.

[flamberge]

An e for effort on the trust comment. This kid ought to consider acting as a career because he's pretty damn convincing. If Karl were just a little bit more naive himself, he might have actually bought that.

But thankfully he's his usual, hardass self. Those words that may have gained pity just gain pure indifference. Being the wonderful person he is, the trust comment doesn't get called on as being a lie, either. Instead? He rolls with it. "Then it'll behoove you to not trust so lightly in the future, something a proper punishment ought to reinforce."

[abhero]

His shoulders droppen even more.

"Yeah, I have a lot of things to think about..." He said, the epitome of mournful regret. Of course, what he mourned was the potato gun and what he regretted was getting caught. But he did have a lot of thinking do.

It was nothing good.