You have X3 guesses as to who has been added back!

[grim_heaper]

Who Sho Minamimoto and whoever is stupid brave enough to deal with him.
What "Art", classes, math, insanity.
WhereAll around campus
When Right as everyone arrives
Warnings Violence, death mentions, bad art, bad math puns.



"Art"

All over campus, as if they had never left, people can find huge trash towers. How all that trash is staying upright at that angle... who can tell? Why anyone would do this is a bigger mystery. Though to those who have been here before, they might well know what these trash sculptures mean. Yep, He's baaaaaaaaaaack!

Classes
Doesn't matter if he hasn't been approved yet to teach classes. He is going to set up and teach in his old haunts. He has reclaimed his art room and is painting the walls white so they can start from scratch. If the ceiling has been fixed, he's busted a new hole in it again, and another one of his art sculptures is in there.

In maths class he has filled a chalk board with insanely complex mathematical formulae. Across the top was a written warning "Zeros will be erased."

P.E. He wasn't jumping into just yet, but it was coming, and yes he was going to threaten to murder students who couldn't keep up once again.

Wildcard

Feel free to find him around campus collecting trash, or yelling at people through his bullhorn. He's having fun. Which... is probably terrifying to those who knew him before....

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Classes

[ronstadt]

Ronstadt had been assigned math, and slid into a seat behind a desk in his new Valhudor robes. He was still getting used to wearing something so voluminous and flowy, and nearly tripped on them halfway to his seat. He'd guzzled down a cup of coffee in the dining hall, and brought another with him. The mug was halfway to his lips when he saw the comment at the top of the overloaded board.

"Uh ..." He was almost afraid to raise his hand. "Is there gonna be a refresher unit? This is probably a good time for me to mention I got a C plus in high school algebra..."

Re: Classes

[grim_heaper]

"A C plus will have this class minus you if you keep that up! Find your beauty and get studying you factoring hectopascal! Now add yourself to the front of the room and solve the equation!"

Yes, he did yell all of that through his bullhorn at Ronstadt.

[ronstadt]

The bullhorn was a touch unnecessary, he thought, wincing and wiggling a finger in one ear.

"Whoa, uh. Studying I can do, but aren't teachers supposed to teach? I don't even know what half those symbols are, and we don't even know what it's for. Am I ... is this a spell, or something? You don't want me messing up spells. Trust me."

[grim_heaper]

"This is not a spell it is mathematical perfection!" He grabbed a pointer and slammed it against one symbol. "SINE!" Another. "COSINE!" Another. "TANGENT!"

He was sort of teaching. Sort of.

[ronstadt]

As far as teachers went, he was no Hattie Honeybutter, but Ronstadt figured that anyone who taught math for magic had to be a little cracked. And Sho hadn't quite reached the level of his dispatch boss, yet.

He got up and shuffled up to the board. "Okay. So ..." He blew out a slow breath. He knew there were memories in his mind that had been locked away, knowledge he wasn't aware of. Maybe complex math was in there somewhere. Okay, HeadVox, he thought, gimme a hand.

"It don't work like dat, mon," his magical shoulder-Rasta chided him - but cheerfully, at least. "But for what it be worth ... maybe look at it from Side B, ya? Tings ain't always what dey look like."

Ronstadt heaved a deep sigh, trying to make sense of what he was supposed to do. The only memories he knew he could count on were - well. Not much. He combed through them all: Nana's ice cream shop. The road to L.A. And then it hit him: taking cash on that janky old register at the occult bookshop. Doing sums on paper bags. Something about-

"KNEW you could figure it out, brudda."

Slowly, Ronstadt picked up the eraser and began using the corner to carefully erase the zeroes from any number near a plus sign, replacing it with a small tally in the bottom corner. He didn't know what half of it was, but he could do what he knew.

[grim_heaper]

Sho stood there, bullhorn back on his hip, arms crossed; watching. At first he started nodding when the student started erasing the zeroes, but then he noticed that he was only erasing some of them. He watched the pattern and the tally. Would the guy figure it out, or would Sho have to erase him?

[ronstadt]

It only got him so far. He kept the chalk in hand, and took another look.

"What happened to Side B?" HeadVox reminded him.

Ronstadt wasn't sure if he could will himself to see anything magical, but he could sure look for something out of place. He stepped back just a little, taking a look at the board as a whole. Usually, when people gave you any sort of puzzle, you got instructions, right? Like that meme: "Solve for X? Here it is." Maybe he could do something like that. Be a little shithead. It might get him in trouble, but ... it might also get a few laughs out of the class, which ... if he tilted his head and squinted, meant keeping the spirit of Valhudor in its own little way. Without hesitation, he made quick work of the rest of the zeroes on the board... then stretched up on his toes, crossed out Sho's "will be" and substituted "have been" in his messy handwriting.

"... Ta dah."

On the outside, he was grinning like a maniac, but internally he was cringing. Pissing off a magic-user? What was he thinking?!

Classes

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice was walking around the campus with his newly appointed shoulder angel, that he was calling "Rodney", even though that wasn't her name. He stuck his head into a classroom, saw the mathematics formulae and the warning, and grinned his usual manic, rictus grin.

The demon snapped his fingers, erasing every zero in the formulae. "There ya go, fella!" He called out in chipper, if rasping, tones.

Goldenrod, held her little head in her hands from her perch on his shoulder.

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[grim_heaper]

That..... was actually the answer.

"Add yourself to a seat and prepare to have your knowledge increased exponentially!"

Had whoever this was figured it out by chance, or was he another genius? Sho needed to know. Plus there was something about him that resonated, like he was vibrating on a familiar frequency...

Re: Classes

[creepyoldguy]

It seemed obvious to Beetlejuice. Which was either a sign of shared genius or shared insanity.

"Eh, sure. Why the ---- not?"

As he fully entered the room his sniffed the air and nodded, giving Sho finger guns. "Hey there, fellow Dead Guy!"

Re: Classes

[grim_heaper]

"How the exponents did you manage to sneak into the RG?" he asked, studying him a moment. He looked like an escapee from one of his trash heaps. But he wasn't a reaper. And no one else from the UG should have been strong enough to vibrate on up here.

If there was an easier path back and forth, he wanted it. He might have finally accepted that this wasn't the UG.

Re: Classes

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice tilted his head. "Summoned here. Accidentally, apparently." He scratched his ear with a shrug.

Re: Classes

[grim_heaper]

"So zetta lame," he said, disappointed. "Alright then, yoctogram, factor this." He erased the board and put up a new complex equation. No hint this time.

Art

[sizedoesntmatter]

Yugi had little to no idea what the trash piles exactly meant. He just knew they were around for whatever reason and he honestly didn't know what to do about it. Did he need to say something to someone?

His hands slowly reached out and gently touched one of them and it didn't seem to budge, which just continued to puzzle the other.

"How... is it staying up thr way it is?"

Re: Art

[grim_heaper]

Perhaps more puzzling would be the movement at the top. Someone had been sitting up there. He jumped down, landing neatly and swiped his forearm across his nose. "Found my beauty, did you, yoctogram?"

Re: Art

[sizedoesntmatter]

"Your beauty... I guess this is yours?" That was pretty much all he could say for the moment. In his head he just has so many questions mostly related to how he managed to stay on top and even how did one get it that high in the first place.

Re: Art

[grim_heaper]

"Y=es squared." He rested a hand on the trash pile, proud of his work.

Re: Art

[sizedoesntmatter]

"Can you explain what it is about? Usually people have a reason for art or what inspired them even having meanings behind it." Not that all do, but usually he figured.

Re: Art

[grim_heaper]

He tipped his cap up and nodded, pleased in the way those assured of their genius were when it was recognized by others. "I accept only two things, flawless calculations and beauty. Everything else is trash!" He punched a fist into his palm loudly. "CRUCNH! Add it to the heap! Then it becomes beauty! By subtracting all the zeros, erasing all those unable or unwilling to learn and turning the garbage into beauty, all of the world becomes flawless!"

"Art"

[travelpants]

To say that Lena is surprised see the trash towers is putting it very lightly: the poor girl gasps the size of those towers and she was speechless for maybe five minutes. Marly looks at them more confused than when Lena tried to play with her, using that dangling yarn toy at the Gekronus Maius dorm the night before.

Not to mention the foul stench the garbage gives off. It's not to say that Lena doesn't believe in recycling but maybe the guy must have taken it to another level. She couldn't believe that she's assigned to be in this guy's art class when she read her timetable a few days ago.

"Um, do you think that these towers are strong enough to hang in there for a long time?" the baffled Greek lady asks with a blank look in her face.

Re: "Art"

[grim_heaper]

"Sure, they'll stay up till INFINITY!" You had to ask, didn't you? He laughed manically.

[travelpants]

"Well, that's a lot of self confidence, I got to admit," she replies in return, trying her best not to sound so dense herself.

She then takes out her timetable from her school bag to show him what is in there: the Art subject being the one in question.

"Say, one of the subjects I'm taking is Art, and I am wondering if you're the teacher assigned to it," Lena asks Sho while pointing at the subject with her index finegr so he can take a good look.

[grim_heaper]

"Who better to help you find your beauty?" he asked, wiping his face with his arm. "Grab some paint or some trash and we'll get started."

[travelpants]

There is n doubt that a hint of nervousness as she faces one of the towers of trash in front of her, wondering what in the world she has gotten herself into.

Now if she has some paints on hand to make them at least visually tolerable, but they didn't sadly: the best that she can come with were a set of crayons that she found laying about in her dorm. Whether they are magical in nature or not is something she's about to find out.

"Well, I just have some crayons on hand; I don't know if they can make the towers colorful enough," she admits to Sho as she brings the pack of crayons from her school bag.

[grim_heaper]

"Paint is over there, and the tower is inspiration not the project. It is mathematical perfection." He pointed to a wall that was fresh painted blank with all sorts of paints piled before it.