Having let his nervousness about the mythological ‘fan death’ get the better of him, Chigetsu would allow himself to be distracted from his search. Returning back to the front of the classroom, Chigetsu would cautiously reach for the cord. With him already experiencing one pretty bad electrical shock today, Chigetsu would hesitate as he reached down to touch it. Even if he knew touching the cord itself should be safe, fear was a powerful thing. Turning away, Chigetsu would decide that pressing the off button was probably just a better idea altogether, and would settle on that after leaving the cord. With the button pressed the fan would sputter to a stop, slowing down before stopping completely and leaving the room in complete silence.
The only sounds that would come from the room would be the subtle breathing that came from both Calis and Chigetsu, which had been obscured by the sounds of the running fan. It would only take a few moments of being stuck together in that silence before Chigetsu’s ears would perk up, and the boy’s posture would instinctively straighten again. His attention would turn to the back of the classroom, focusing on the large stack of chairs. As he slowly walked over the sounds of his shoes squeaking across the tile floors would punctuate each moment. As he came over to the far side of the room his eyes would flicker up to the ceiling. The ceiling of this room, like the rest of the building, consisted of a series of large off-white tiles framed with a slightly different color of white. While Chigetsu wasn’t exactly sure what the tiles were made out of, it was pretty obvious now that he could hear clearly what had happened. It was pretty clever. Turning his eyes to Calis, Chigetsu would point towards the stack of chairs that lead up to the ceiling, and then the tile that was directly above them. The sound of breathing would ever so gently emanate from the tile, and while it was barely perceptible and heavily muffled through the material of the tile, the series of events that had taken place would become clear upon hearing it.
Raising his arm straight up, pointing at the ceiling tile, Chigetsu would flood the limb with chakra. Easily liquifying the entire limb through a manifestation of his clan’s hydrification technique, the floating blob of water that had previously been his hand would then stretch, slipping up into the ceiling directly through the seams that held the tile in. The frightened shriek of a young child would quickly follow, and after a bit of stretching and squirming Chigetsu would establish a clean grip on the kid. With a bit of blind wiggling the now somewhat damp tile would fall loose, and the liquid of his arm would retract to bring down a little girl who had entirely been encapsulated into Chigetsu’s blob arm. The poor girl would be deposited on the floor, absolutely soaking wet, before she would be in any serious risk of drowning, but judging from the glare that Chigetsu would receive right after he dropped her she definitely was not pleased.
“That’s three, right?” Chi would turn to Calis, smiling at his success. It was a proud expression and overly pleased, as if saying to Calis ‘Look, I’m not completely useless!’.
The only sounds that would come from the room would be the subtle breathing that came from both Calis and Chigetsu, which had been obscured by the sounds of the running fan. It would only take a few moments of being stuck together in that silence before Chigetsu’s ears would perk up, and the boy’s posture would instinctively straighten again. His attention would turn to the back of the classroom, focusing on the large stack of chairs. As he slowly walked over the sounds of his shoes squeaking across the tile floors would punctuate each moment. As he came over to the far side of the room his eyes would flicker up to the ceiling. The ceiling of this room, like the rest of the building, consisted of a series of large off-white tiles framed with a slightly different color of white. While Chigetsu wasn’t exactly sure what the tiles were made out of, it was pretty obvious now that he could hear clearly what had happened. It was pretty clever. Turning his eyes to Calis, Chigetsu would point towards the stack of chairs that lead up to the ceiling, and then the tile that was directly above them. The sound of breathing would ever so gently emanate from the tile, and while it was barely perceptible and heavily muffled through the material of the tile, the series of events that had taken place would become clear upon hearing it.
Raising his arm straight up, pointing at the ceiling tile, Chigetsu would flood the limb with chakra. Easily liquifying the entire limb through a manifestation of his clan’s hydrification technique, the floating blob of water that had previously been his hand would then stretch, slipping up into the ceiling directly through the seams that held the tile in. The frightened shriek of a young child would quickly follow, and after a bit of stretching and squirming Chigetsu would establish a clean grip on the kid. With a bit of blind wiggling the now somewhat damp tile would fall loose, and the liquid of his arm would retract to bring down a little girl who had entirely been encapsulated into Chigetsu’s blob arm. The poor girl would be deposited on the floor, absolutely soaking wet, before she would be in any serious risk of drowning, but judging from the glare that Chigetsu would receive right after he dropped her she definitely was not pleased.
“That’s three, right?” Chi would turn to Calis, smiling at his success. It was a proud expression and overly pleased, as if saying to Calis ‘Look, I’m not completely useless!’.
