Chaos Control

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Keep It Together
Nothing is more panic-inducing than the blasted school bell on a Tuesday morning. Here, she'd been confident that their classroom was just around the corner and the first door on the left, and went right down that path. However... Macy insisted otherwise.

By 8:55, her three companions were lost.

"Unbelievable..." Saige breathed, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. She'd been one to make sure she was perfectly on time, if not early, and the fact that class was about to start was disconcerting on so many levels. She was the leader of Team STRM; if something happened to Tara, Raine, or Macy, she'd be to blame. What kind of leader lost their teammates on the first day of school?

She shook her head and tugged at the collar of her blouse, realizing just how tight she'd made it this morning in her haste. "Why did I button it all the way up...?" she muttered, and started yanking the buttons out of their respective holes so her neck could fluctuate like normal. Though they still couldn't pry far apart, thanks to her tie. With one swift tug, the knot was undone, and it became a mere miniature scarf hanging over her shoulders. There was an odd feeling of relief in doing such, pulling apart the confines of an itchy article of clothing. It was almost relaxing, really, to feel a little free. Sure, some cleavage was showing, but Saige didn't mind; anyone who tried to pull a fast one was bound to die at her hands.

"If you're gonna strip down, then I suggest doing it in the locker room." The voice that came out of nowhere sent Saige upright in her seat with a jolt. She looked over, coming face to face with a newcomer whom had chosen a seat to the right of her. He seemed like a decent boy—polished uniform, soft demeanor, a faint smile and all—but the thing that bothered her was he had introduced himself with a witty remark, and he was sitting at such an angle that she could only see the left half of his being. She relaxed herself and sighed quietly, sitting back in her seat.

"Very amusing," she complimented. "Though I suppose you must be dying to crawl out of your own."

"Tell me about it... I couldn't leave the dorm room, because my teammates insisted I had to look 'proper' and 'sophisticated' on my first day of school."

Saige let loose a humored smile. "Funny. As a matter of fact, I had to make all my teammates do the same thing. I can imagine they're still seething my name in vain."

"You wouldn't be the first..."

"Mm. So, are you here by yourself?"

"Yeah, thankfully. Though I'll have to join up with them next period. How about you?"

"Well..."

R-r-r-riiiiiiiiiinnnnggggg!

Class had begun, and the teacher at the front opened his mouth to speak. Still, even then, there was no sign of her teammates entering. The professor locked the entrance to the room with a key and placed it in his pocket, stepping up in front of the holo-board at the front wall.

"Good morning, students. I trust you all slept well after yesterday's 'introductions.' I am Professor Prestwick. I humbly welcome you all to Remnant History-"

"Don't start yet!!!" Faster than lightning, there was a loud WHAM against the door, catching the attention of everyone in the hall. Saige knew the voice too well, and merely responded with an irritated sigh and two fingers clutching the bridge of her nose. Professor Prestwick waited a few moments with an astonished look on his face, before approaching and unlocking the entrance, once the chaos seemed to die down. Outside, there laid three disheveled students, piled up on the hallway floor, looking as though they had to ride on the wing of an airship to make it to class.

"...Well," Prestwick stated simply. "I admire your determination to make it to class. Please, come in." The three picked themselves up off the floor and straightened up, strolling right into the classroom as if nothing humiliating had just happened.

The red-haired boy leaned over to Saige and whispered, "Is that your team?"

"...No-"

"Hi, Saige~!" Macy chimed. Now, everyone was looking at her, and there was no way to hide the shame she must have felt for letting such a thing happen.

"You couldn't have put a leash on her before we entered the building?" Tara asked with some hint of sarcasm in her voice. She looked up to the boy her partner was sitting next to, and nonchalantly waved. "Hey, bro."

"Hi, Tara."

"...Bro? "

"Yeah. Saige, he's my brother."

Finally, the boy she'd been sitting next to the entire time turned around to face her fully. Sure enough, he had the same tone of red hair, the same green eye...and based on their conversation, possibly the same overall demeanor.

"I'm Ringo."

"...Oh."

"Ahem."