Isn't Detention the Place We All Want to Be?

Irso had neatly aligned a few stacks of paper in front of him while the detention room was still empty. Being the first person there only seemed right considering he was to be the teacher for this session and needed to set an example of punctuality and seriousness when a task was given. Each stack was different with red markings all over them, with little notes in a foreign language. Taking this time to catch up on work was a good use of his time he felt as the silence helped him focus.

To either side of him was Irso's "teachers aides". Constructs he had created to help him in his day to day tasks. They were the allies to which he pawned off menial tasks such as passing out papers and watching students. On his left towards the door was a tanned giant seven foot tall human with an imposing musculature and no face. The large figure was stuffed into a suit which tried hard to project a professional demeanor. On his right was a fair-skinned average height female with purple hair and eyes. Her hair was tied into giant loops that made it look like a bow was on her head. Irso had given her a rather emotionless face so the women silently and blankly looked toward the empty room.

When the first signs f students began to pour in Irso would nod and smile to each of them while carefully packing up his work, save for one stack of papers. Each one seemed different in appearance and swagger but one feel was shared by all of them and that was that they didn't want to be here and found this whole ordeal meaningless. That's why when one of the students spoke up he perked up and adjusted his tie, even if the question wasn't for him.

"I'm glad you asked because today I will be having you all explain why it is you are here. You can write it if you want but I will call on some of you to explain what you've done to the class. Since you were the first to speak you can go first."

Irso snapped toward the large man and like a machine, the stalwart tank collected the lone stack of paper on his desk and began passing it out to the students.

"This will be your attendance so I expect you all to do it. I am also here to help you with whatever I can. If you have questions for me please feel free to ask." He smiled toward the class and st back down awaiting the response from Patty.

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Irso nodded as Patty finished flying through her story. He had seen this before during his last detention session. Students who were there simply by mistake or so they would claim. Thankfully it wasn't his job to separate the truth from the lie in this scenario. All he had to do was supervise. An easy enough task and a good way to meet new students that could use more direction.

"Thank you Ms.Patterson. Next time just try to be more careful when messing with things you don't fully understand. The last thing we want is for someone to be irreversibly injured over a mistake."

Irso's eyes immediately locked onto the next person to speak. He personally hadn't seen her before but he did recall other teachers describing the young lady. A repeat offender it seemed, Irso could never understand why students would willingly put themselves into a scenario they knew they would hate. Despite her kindness, he still didn't refrain from putting the spotlight on her next.

"Ms. Hikari, it seems you are here again so please feel free to tell me what it is you have done this time."

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