Pov Shift: Iris

Period 4, Journalism

Monday came around, and the students still had no leads. “Damn. We’re just gonna have to wait until you get attacked again, Jupiter,” Marty laughed. Mr. Noronake thought, “Actually, that might be a viable way to figure out who they are. We can make a trap and lure them in…” Jupiter thought of the idea, “Yeah, that actually might work! Although, I’m partially opposed to being bait to two assassins.” “Alright. Just stay in this hallway during the night, I’ll be around to help if they come.” The students left, except Iris. “Wait wait, Iris,” Mr. Noronake stopped her. “Remember, after school today go to the Science Club. I’ve gotten the go-ahead from Licktis, they’ll let you in. Good luck!” “Alright,” Iris said, while leaving.

Afterschool

Science Club

Iris knocked on the door to the Science Club’s room, and proceeded to open it once she learnt that it was unlocked. She saw a lone boy sitting at the table looking into the microscope. He was skinny, with shaggy pale blue hair. Iris introduced herself, “Hello, I’m Iris Ingrene. I’m part of the club, Mr. Licktis says that you guys need help setting it all up, so he sent me.” The boy looked up from his microscope, “Oh, h-hello! Umm…I-uh…it’s nice to meet you! I-I’m really sorry for stuttering so much, I don’t really…talk to people…” Iris told him, “That’s alright,” while surveying the room. She asked him, “Isn’t there supposed to be someone else here?” “Y-Yeah…she just went to use the…bathroom.” “Oh, okay.” Iris walked up to the microscope, “What are you looking at in this?” “It's…um…it’s complicated to explain…” “Can I have a look?” She looked into the microscope, and saw a bunch of multicellular microscopic organisms, with tentacle-like appendages coming from their ends. “Wow. What are these things at the end, are they flagella?” “N-No…it’s a little too zoomed out to see the individual aspects of each cell…” “Ah, so these are like tentacles then?” “...A little…” “What animal is this?” “It’s…well…it’s not an animal?” “Huh? Is this a bacteria? Actually, since it’s moving it’d be a protist, right?” “Um…It’s kind of awkward for me to explain…The organisms you see don’t fit into general classifications…Those are what I like to call Cerrits. My name is…Legato Luca. My signature, it allowed me to make Cerrits. I call it Weird Science.” Iris thought about it, “You just made them? Did they come out of anywhere, and if so then did it come out of…” “N-no! Absolutely not! They come out of the pores of my skin…” Iris looked back into the microscope, “Huh…interesting. So you just watch them?” “Precisely! I have to monitor their behavior. What makes Cerrits so unique is that they evolve at a faster pace than a standard species. While it’d take many millennia for organisms to have any visible changes, mine change in the span of days. Last week they were single celled organisms, and by the end of next week I foresee that they’ll be at the complexity of the average insect.” Iris noted, “You didn’t stutter just then.” “Oh, that’s because I feel way more comfortable discussing my creations! So far there’s about 10 distinct types of Cerrits, but I believe about 30 will emerge by the end of the day. I’ve named them all after colors. Reddens on average have 16 tentacles. Bluetens are currently developing horn-like structures, most likely to defend against hostile Greenlers. Whitefells are mostly similar to Reddens, but-” Then, the door burst open. A girl with green hair tied in two pigtails walked in. She had a fancy red suit on and blue eyes. She said, “I’m back, Legato! I know you missed me. I-” She then noticed Iris in the room, “...Who is this?” Iris introduced herself, “My name is Iris Ingrene. I’m part of the club, Mr. Licktis says that you guys need help setting it all up so he sent me.” “Oh, he doesn’t think we could do it ourselves…That’s wonderful! Well, greetings Iris.” She held her hand out. Iris was about to give her a handshake, but the girl suddenly brought her hand back, “On second thought…maybe I shouldn’t touch you. You look…well, you leave a lot to be desired.” “Wow.” “Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Florida Typakill. I’m sure you’ve heard of my father, he’s the CEO of Typa Industries! I know what you’re thinking, ‘Woah, that Typa Industries!’ Yes, that Typa Industries.” “Cool.” “Cool? That’s pretty…insulting to the company. We probably own like 90% of the media you consume on a daily basis.” “Typa Industries…can Wypa my ass.” Florida laughed, “Ho ho ho, hilarious. I’m not gonna let a poor person such as yourself get to me. You’re clearly jealous, and I am so so sorry for you…” “I am not-” “No no no, you definitely are. It’s okay, some people are just…better.” “...” Legato watched both of them with fear. Iris put on a sarcastic smile and laughed, “Ahahaha, that’s right! I am sooooo jealous of you. I’d like to follow in your footsteps as a rich snob!” “Ho ho ho, good luck with that! With your current status and looks, you'll need it!” “Ahaha, thank you! I wish you good luck in finding a friend. With your current personality, you’ll need it!” “Ho ho ho, I already have many friends! But thank you for thinking about me, maybe you should think about yourself next!” “Ahahaha! Ahahaha! I hate to inform you I have many friends!” “Ho ho ho, are they cardboard cutouts? Are they as flat as your chest?” “Ahaha, at least mine isn’t made out of cardboard!” “Why yo-Oh ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho ho!” “Ahahahahaha! Have you run out of bullshit to say?” “No, I merely find it unproductive to retaliate against peasant conjecture.” Florida then turned to Legato, “How have the Yellowmels been reacting to the sunlight?” “They’ve been growing, so I believe that your solar energy helped.” “Ah, of course it did.” She turned back to Iris, “Watch, I’m about to help in the creation of new life!” She walked over to the microscope. She pointed her finger over the petri dish, and said, “Blister In The Sun!” A spiral of light then came out of her hand, and landed on the petri dish. Legato looked into the microscope, “Wow! They’re getting so much bigger. It’s crazy to think that a little bit of solar energy can do this.” “Yep. Iris, I bet you wish you were half as useful.” “I-” “But! I’ll allow you to bear witness. After all, we need someone to record. And you’re…here.” “Wow.” Legato gave her the camera, “Make sure my face is showing in the shot.” Iris started recording Legato. “Journal entry 34 of the Cerrit experimentation. The Yellowmels have reacted positively to sunlight. They-” Florida walked into frame, “Ho ho ho! Don’t forget I was the one to make the sunlight now! Me, Florida Typakill!” Iris turned the camera so Legato was the only one in the frame. “Anyway, as I was-” Florida moved back into frame, awkwardly pushing herself into Legato. “Ho ho ho, I’m sorry about my disappearance! It seems our camera person this time isn’t very-” Iris moved the camera and zoomed it into Legato’s face. Florida ran up to the camera and grabbed it. “SHE’S NOT VERY INTELLIGENT, IF I MUST SAY BLUNTLY!” Iris held onto the camera, “YEAH? WELL FOR A SIGNATURE LIKE YOURS, YOU’RE NOT VERY BRIGHT!” “HO HO HO, YOU THINK SO? HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS?” A few seconds passed as the two girls pulled on the camera. Iris closed her eyes to use Slide Zone. She then quickly let go of the camera and backed away. Then, a large spiral of light broke the window open. It flew forward, breaking the camera and making a hole in the wall. Florida asked her, “How’d you see my light spiral?” Iris told her, “Magic.” Legato ran up to the bits of the camera that was left, “N-n-no…my…my camera…I hadn’t saved any of the footage to a drive…” “Blame Iris, she started this!” Florida said. “I clearly didn’t!” “Yeah, ya did.” “Man, fuck you!” She then walked over to one of the pieces of the camera, “I know someone who can fix this and get the data that was on here, Legato. Just wait here.” She then walked out of the room and into Mr. Noronake’s room. “Iris! You’re back early, did something go wrong?” “Horribly in fact. I hate that Florida girl.” “Umm, Iris, everyone is a Florida girl.” “NO! There’s this girl named Florida! Didn’t you check the students’ names before telling us about them?” “...Maybe I forgot.” “Ugh. Anyway, can you use Running In The 90s on this piece of a camera?” “Sure.” Mr. Noronake took the camera piece and repaired it. “Hmm, the videos are still on here,” Mr. Noronake looked through the camera, “Let’s see this one. It’s titled, ‘Journal entry 33.’” Mr. Noronake started the video and watched. Legato was on the screen and said, “Journal entry 33 of the Cerrit experimentation. I’ve observed that the-” “Ahem!” Florida loudly cleared her throat behind the camera. “Oh my god,” Iris watched the footage in disbelief. Legato continued, “My mistake! Recording me is Florida Typakill. Even though I said that last entry, she insists I say it every time.” “Wait wait wait,” Mr. Noronake paused the recording, “Typakill!? Like Texas Typakill?? I work for him!” “W-what?” “Well, do you remember how I told you guys I was an actor?” “Yeah.” “Well, Typa Industries has a subdivision called Typa Pictures. Most of the movies I star in are for that company.” “That makes sense. I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while now, what movies did you star in?” “Hmm…let's see. I was in that one General All adaptation?” “Oh…on second thought, I don’t really want to know anymore.” “Wait, why-HOLD ON, DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE…” “General All is really boring. “GET OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM, NOW! NOW!” Iris left the classroom, but Mr. Noronake stopped her as she was walking down the hallway, “This is kind of awkward, but I kinda forgot to give this back to you.” Iris took it, “Thanks.” She walked up to the Science Clubroom’s door. She took a deep breath, before entering. “Look, the ass is back!” Iris ignored Florida, “Here’s your camera back, Legato.” “Thanks!” Iris left before Florida had the chance to say anything. She walked up to her dorm room, and saw a girl in a business suit in front of her door. She had orange hair and a coonskin hat on. “Umm…who are you?” Iris asked. “Stor-Oops, I mean…Umm…Haira…Red. Haira Red.” “Umm…okay, Haira, why are you at my door?” “Well, you see, you’re friends with Seven, correct?” “Yeah, what about him?” “Well you see, I’ve been contacted by Tenmen Banks to collect his leftover lottery money in order to store it. However, we need to know where it is. So…where’s Seven’s lottery money?” “Why don’t you just ask him?” “I-Well-He…isn’t responding. We believe he’s hoarding all of the money.” “Well that just isn’t Seven. I don’t trust you, it doesn’t matter since I don’t even know where the money is. Could I please get inside of my dorm now?” Stora lowered her head and walked away, “Fine…”

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Chapter 24.5: Golf

Pov Shift: Jewel Par

“The TNA World Tour!” An announcer said, “A tournament that will span the entire globe! Currently, we’re in London! The game will start off with American Jewel Par!” Jewel was on the golf course, “Alright…I’ve got this…” She whispered to herself. She readied her golf club. It started glowing. She then swung, and the golf ball started speeding through the air. It then landed in the hole. The announcer said, “Wow! She landed it in one shot, even though that was a par-5 hole!” Jewel pointed to the camera, “I do this for my fans!” Someone walked up to the announcer, and whispered into his ear. “I’ve just received a message. Jewel Par has been disqualified under suspicion of cheating.” “WHAT!?!!?!?!”