#invulnerablemamodo

This was ridiculous.  It just had to be some sort of joke.  To think after finally being freed from the curse of the stone and being allowed to go home, the boy got stuck dealing with such an annoying teacher.  All the guy did was rant and talk about how the kid's in his class needed to learn how to behave, but what Tsao-Lon couldn't figure out was where that teacher got off talking to the class like that.  Tsao-Lon used to be one of the four Heavenly Kings, and he'd have to be deaf, blind, and dumb not to notice the strength of the other students.  In a world like this one, this class deserved more respect than this teacher was throwing at them, acting like the mamodo children were nothing more than common trash.

Trash . . . The silver haired teen growled as he kicked away an empty can that some careless idiot had tossed away.  Whatever that useless teacher thought of his class, there was no way any of them deserved to be stuck outside cleaning up the waste of other kids.  If he'd been the one to cause the mess, Tsao-Lon wouldn't be as pissed, but the one's who should be picking up the mess were whoever went to this strange school.  He shouldn't even be here . . . 

As if that teacher had heard the boy's thoughts, a balled up piece of foil landed not far from Tsao-Lon's feet.  Enough was enough.  Tsao-Lon wasn't low enough or stupid enough to pick up after some disrespectful, weaklings.  He looked up and snapped at kid closest to him, a spiky haired mamodo who was obviously not from Tsao-Lon's time.

Double-checking her bags, Sherry finally hefted the last one onto her shoulder. It was around one in the afternoon and she'd just stepped out of a small shop on the outskirts of Paris. It was true that she had many hired workers to do these tasks for her, but she enjoyed getting the exercise herself. The woman had opted to leave Brago at home to train on his own; she didn't feel up to his pointed sighs today, although he was terribly useful for carrying the extra bags. The weight wasn't the problem, exactly—Sherry just found the sheer amount of products cumbersome to hold.

Off in the distance, there was a small park with a few benches sporadically but neatly placed, with a stone fountain slightly off-center. She made for the fountain.

Nana sped onward in the forest with Ruby keeping up with her pace. The two of them were completing their daily exercise to keep in shape.  Ruby, as always, was proud of his darling Mightyena and how she moved with agile and precise movements. "Nana, hold on for a minute." He instructed her to halt as he noticed an irregularity in the distance, with his loyal Pokémon obeying his order. 

There was one pine tree that stood out and stirred Ruby's curiosity. As he approached it wit Nana by her side, he realized that it wasn't a pine tree he noticed, but an actual humanoid boy. 

Once he got a closer look, Ruby swore he threw up a little in his mouth. Ruby took note of the boy's visible muscles, a mysterious lack of eyebrows, and most of all, hair the color of dandruff that stood up at least a foot tall! That hair! What's was worst of all, there was no way that was a natural hair styling. Someone, somewhere, had intentionally styled it that way! He was tempted to say that he would rather place his eyes on Sapphire in her barbarian attire. Almost.

invulnerable-mamodo replied to your post: why must you and Danny always fight? why not hug...

YOU LITTLE BASTARD STOP ACTING CONSTANTLY SUPERIOR, I HOPE ZATCH MAKES YOU TAKE REMEDIAL FRIENDSHIP CLASSES AND I’LL JUST LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AS HE TEACHES YOU HOW TO MAKE A VULCAN 300 LIKE A PRACTICE DOLL UNTIL YOU CAN HANDLE REAL PEOPLE.