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5/26/2025, 12:37:43 AM
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Going back out into the hallways you start picking up the pace and heading towards where the assembly is taking place. The gym here is very big, housing many of the new first years, and the returning second years as well. A curvy woman with very long, deep red colored hair walks out on the stage. She taps the microphone.
"Oh man, the office's receptionist is so sexy!" You hear one of the male, second year students tell their friends quickly.
"Excuse me everyone, please be quiet now. Principal Yoshimasa will now take the stage," she says as her wide hips sway side to side making her way off the stage and handing the microphone to the principal.
The man your art teacher was trying to mimic was also spot on, that's the face of your principal alright. You wouldn't want to be rude, and generally you don't judge appearances. But this man is just.. well, you can't really word your way around it. He's one fat ugly bastard. Principal Yoshima, is a shorter, stockier, older man with a horribly wrinkled complexion. The way he carries himself on the stage makes you feel strange though, like he's lifting up the atmosphere just with his presence alone.
"Students of Powerful Guardian High, welcome." He starts, his booming voice resounding off the speakers connected to the microphone. "I hope you're all enjoying your first day! I won't take up too much of your time, second years you may already know what this is all about." He finishes.
Some of the female students and a couple of the female staff seem completely enamored by this man. How can someone like him have a group of cheerleaders looking at him in that way?
"We love you, powerful principal Yoshimasa!" A particularly shapely female student yells out. A couple cheers from some other women fly out towards the principal on stage.
The principal's smile is radiating and beaming through all the onlookers, the more you look at that warm, wholesome, handsome smile of that ma-
Wait, hold on. Something's not right. You shake your head trying get it together and collect your thoughts, you can't help but feel a little.. ditzy? When this man is around.
This is bad, a thought gripping you in the back of your head tells you. You need to snap out of it.
>Roll a 1d20 to resist whatever is going on here
>DC is 15
Going back out into the hallways you start picking up the pace and heading towards where the assembly is taking place. The gym here is very big, housing many of the new first years, and the returning second years as well. A curvy woman with very long, deep red colored hair walks out on the stage. She taps the microphone.
"Oh man, the office's receptionist is so sexy!" You hear one of the male, second year students tell their friends quickly.
"Excuse me everyone, please be quiet now. Principal Yoshimasa will now take the stage," she says as her wide hips sway side to side making her way off the stage and handing the microphone to the principal.
The man your art teacher was trying to mimic was also spot on, that's the face of your principal alright. You wouldn't want to be rude, and generally you don't judge appearances. But this man is just.. well, you can't really word your way around it. He's one fat ugly bastard. Principal Yoshima, is a shorter, stockier, older man with a horribly wrinkled complexion. The way he carries himself on the stage makes you feel strange though, like he's lifting up the atmosphere just with his presence alone.
"Students of Powerful Guardian High, welcome." He starts, his booming voice resounding off the speakers connected to the microphone. "I hope you're all enjoying your first day! I won't take up too much of your time, second years you may already know what this is all about." He finishes.
Some of the female students and a couple of the female staff seem completely enamored by this man. How can someone like him have a group of cheerleaders looking at him in that way?
"We love you, powerful principal Yoshimasa!" A particularly shapely female student yells out. A couple cheers from some other women fly out towards the principal on stage.
The principal's smile is radiating and beaming through all the onlookers, the more you look at that warm, wholesome, handsome smile of that ma-
Wait, hold on. Something's not right. You shake your head trying get it together and collect your thoughts, you can't help but feel a little.. ditzy? When this man is around.
This is bad, a thought gripping you in the back of your head tells you. You need to snap out of it.
>Roll a 1d20 to resist whatever is going on here
>DC is 15
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